London, 1888

"Oh, Victor." Lynx called in a sing song tone as she wandered down the street. It was dark and women were advised to stay off the street unescorted until the killer known as 'Jack the Ripper' was off the streets. She wasn't worried about that. He might even provide a decent chase for her at this point. In the meantime, she was looking for her mate. "Where are you?"

Strong arms grabbed her waist from behind and purred, "I found you, kitten."

Giggling, she turned in his arms and kissed him long and slow. "Where have you been?"

"I've got a present for you." Victor smiled, his fangs in full view. "Come on."

He took her hand and they half walked, half groped each other on the way to their flat. Victor rumbled deep in his chest when Lynx purred in his ear as he picked her up and shoved her against the wall. "Damn it, woman. You want your gift or not?"

"I want my mate." Lynx nipped at his neck hard enough to draw blood then licked it away. Victor wasn't one to deny her anything, much less himself but he had something she'd love.

"Present first." Victor insisted, taking breaths to steady himself. He pushed open the door to their flat then escorted her to the bedroom where a young girl was tied to the bed. Her fear was palpable and Lynx grinned a toothy grin as she scented the air. Victor could smell her arousal and glee as she turned to face him again.

"For me?" She squealed and Victor nodded. "You shouldn't have."

"It is your birthday." Victor nudged her toward the bed. "Go ahead, kitten."

Lynx smelled salt as the girl started to cry and removed the gag from her mouth. "What's your name, love?"

"A-Amelia." She stammered, her voice thick with tears. "Pl—please don't kill me."

"Oh," Lynx cooed, placing a finger against her lips and then trailing it down between her full breasts, claw extending and teasing the fabric. Victor growled his approval as her claw sliced the front of her dress. "I won't. It's not me you have to worry about. See him?"

Amelia glanced at Victor, who shot her a evil grin. Lynx continued, "He's the one you have to worry about. He's got such a temper."

Lynx pressed her lips against Amelia's throat, fangs dragging against the skin there. Amelia started to cry again when she felt teeth break the skin and blood started to trickle down her neck. Victor groaned as Lynx's hand groped Amelia's breast, her claws piercing the skin there and little ruby dots stained the front of her dress. "Damn it, woman. You're killing me."

"Come here, love." Lynx extended a hand to Victor, who came to the bed, kneeling on the mattress next to Amelia. "Now, sweets, if you are very nice to us, we'll let you go. If not, I'm afraid I'll have to kill you."

"Y-you said you wouldn't." Amelia sobbed.

"I lied." Using her claws, Lynx cut through the rope holding Amelia to the bed. She stroked Amelia's cheek tenderly then claimed her lips in a vicious kiss as she straddled the captive's lap. Victor moved behind Lynx and kissed her neck, his hands moving over the familiar terrain of her body and teasing her. Amelia, thinking that satisfying her captors would allow her to live, allowed Lynx to bite and claw at her skin until the trio were painted with her blood. It wasn't until after the two ferals had reached satisfaction that they realized poor Amelia was dead.

Tangled in bloody sheets with her head against Victor's chest, Lynx said, "It's a pity about her. She was rather pretty when she cried."

"You always say that." Victor kissed her again. "We have a job to finish."

Lynx pouted and chewed her lower lip with feigned innocence. "It's my birthday."

"Finish the job and we can party again." Victor squeezed her hips as she nuzzled his neck.

"Fine." She grumbled, crawling over Amelia to pull her dress on. "Let's go find this Ripper fellow."

They found him in an alley, hunched over a still female form. He turned when he heard them approach. Lynx skipped forward and examined his work. "It's really very impressive."

The Ripper held his knife out in front of him and eyed the brunette with fangs and her companion carefully. "Who are you?"

"Lynx. I'm really a fan of your work." She examined him, trying to discern his mutation. "So, what do you do? Are you just a scalpel jockey or can you do something impressive?"

Victor kept a close eye on The Ripper's knife, ready to strike if he tried to attack his mate. Lynx tried to sweeten the deal. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine."

The Ripper pondered the proposition then he turned to the dead woman on the ground. He gestured toward her and a moment later, red liquid was making curling designs in the air. Lynx giggled gleefully. "Victor, I like this one."

"How would you like to put your talents to better use?" Victor asked The Ripper. "Better pay, better hours, better victims."

The serial killer looked from Lynx to Victor before nodding. "Let me finish my work."

"Of course." Victor gestured to the body. "Big fan, by the way."

"Charlotte!" A masculine voice with a French accent startled Lynx and Victor stepped in front of her. Pierre Dubois glared at Victor. "You are supposed to keep her safe, not have her parade the streets with a psychopathic murderer!"

"Does she look like she's in danger?" Victor snarled at her grandfather.

"I do not understand why her father allowed you to mate to her." Pierre growled back. Pushing Victor out of the way, he grabbed Lynx's arm roughly and tried to drag her away from the bloody scene. "I will not let you corrupt her."

"Let me go!" Lynx clawed at Pierre's hand, drawing blood but his healing factor had the skin knit back together a moment later. "Victor!"

Two pack members appeared at the end of the alley, leaving Victor outnumbered. He'd be damned if he let them take his kitten though and he attacked. Lynx saw him get tackled and one of the pack mates raised an arm to deliver the killing blow. She howled and lashed out at her grandfather, shredding his face faster than he could heal himself. Pierre fell against the alley wall weakly as Lynx moved to protect her mate. The Ripper made himself useful and manipulated the blood in one of the packmates, draining the red fluid into his lungs and grinning as the feral drowned in his own blood. Victor finished off the last pack mate then was at Lynx's side, checking her for wounds. When he was satisfied with her well being, he nuzzled her neck lovingly, covering her with his scent. He heard a whoosh then a prick in his neck. He pulled a dart out of the skin and his eyes fluttered closed. Lynx collapsed in his arms as a sedative was injected into her system. When he fell, Victor made sure that she fell on top of him and not on the cobbled street. He didn't want her hurt.

The memory, along with many others, were starting to surface, filling me in on what I'd forgotten. It had been easy to find a house and furnishing it was easier. Lynx had stored decades of information, quietly waiting until the funds and allies would be of use. I had amassed a fortune, scattered around the country in several banks. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes fixed on the four scars covering my face. I licked my lips, tasting the scars that decorated them before my gaze fell on the pregnancy test on the sink. The pink plus sign made me snarl and claws extended from my fingernails. I took several deep breaths to calm myself. The child I was carrying would be a feral and I would have to teach her to control her instincts. How could I teach her if I couldn't control myself?

I kept my pregnancy secret from everyone, covering my tracks carefully. Using a fake name at the doctor's office and paying in cash so I wouldn't leave a paper trail. I would not allow Victor to find me and I wasn't ready to face my family that had lied to me for so long. The betrayal made Lynx growl and I clutched the sink so hard that the porcelain cracked, coming apart in my hands.

"Fantastic." I muttered, leaving the bathroom to call a plumber.

A/N: There you have some of Lynx's history. I may add more if you guys like it but I think this gives you an idea of how she and Charlie are different. The next chapter will be a time jump of about four years and we will introduce the X-Men soon. Thanks to those of you who have added this story to your alerts/favorites and a giant thanks to my reviewers: OptimusPrimegirl and brigid. You guys rock. :)

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