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Warnings for murder, violence, child neglect, captivity and gang rape
Trapped in their clutch
The war between the vampires and the humans had been waged for centuries, but for these thirty hunters? The war was over. They had what they wanted.
The thirty hunters, having been taught to hunt vampires by their mothers and fathers from a young age, had used their abilities and knowledge to their advantage, to gain what they wanted.
That being, a specific vampire that they had been tracking for years now.
Clarke Griffin. That was the name of the vampire. She appeared young, and by vampires' standards? She was young. Only three hundred and fifty years old. And she physically appeared to be only in her early twenties. She might even be mistaken for a mere twenty-year-old.
As soon as the vampire hunters had seen her, they had fallen in love.
They knew that their superiors would be against this.
This was why they had killed their superiors. It had been easy to do. They just aimed their arrows at their bosses and shot them.
They had used the weapons of other hunters, so it would look like it was those hunters that had done it.
Likely by now, Brock Rumlow, Thanos, Kilgrave, Yon-Rogg and Damon Cross would be hunted down and killed.
Considering the people that these thirty hunters had killed for their vampire, had all been vile people, and considering the people they were framing were vile people? That was just killing two birds with one stone.
As for the vampire herself, Clarke Griffin?
The hunters had learned what they could about her, by stalking the clan she had been with.
The vampire clan, as the hunters learned, mistreated Clarke a great deal. Clarke's biological father, Jake Griffin, had been killed by the clan, betrayed. And Clarke's mother, had set the rest of the clan against her.
This was why the vampire hunters felt nothing over slaughtering not just Abby, but also the rest of the vampire clan, save for Clarke.
The hunters had learned the different vampires' names. So that they could enjoy it all the more when they killed those vampires for Clarke, and when they told Clarke that they killed those vampires, in hopes of making her happy.
The rest of the vampire clan was dead. Clarke was the only one who remained.
The hunters ignored her struggles as they carried her away, in the magically inflicted chains.
"It's alright, Clarke," one of the hunters, Pepper Potts, cooed to Clarke, as she cradled Clarke close to her chest, the metal gag in Clarke's mouth, keeping her from biting at the hunter, the chains around her arms and legs keeping her from struggling away.
Clarke was placed in the backseat of the car as the hunter, Frank Castle, started up the car and when the doors were closed, he drove off.
Clarke, Pepper, four other hunters and himself were in the car. The other four hunters with Clarke, Pepper and Frank, were Tony Stark, Peggy Carter, Natasha Romanov and Yelena Belova.
The cars following them were filled with the other hunters; Elektra Natchios, Jessica Jones, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Barney and Simone Barton, Clint and Laura Barton, Hela Odinsdotter, Loki Laufeyson, Sylvie Laufeysdotter, Thor Odinson, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, James Rhodes-Rhodey, Melina Vostokoff, Carol Danvers, Brunnhilde, Bruce Banner and Maria Hill, as they followed.
They had first met Clarke, four years ago.
They had seen her, while they were keeping themselves concealed behind various trees and buildings, and had watched her interacting with other members of her clan. And had seen how kind she was compared to the other vampires, and honestly? Compared to most humans too.
How sweet she was, how intelligent she was, how selfless she could be at times. They had watched her continually, curious, fascinated.
And soon, they all understood what they had felt for her.
It also made sense why she never attacked them. It wasn't just because she was a good and gentle vampire.
It was for more than that.
As the hunters knew, vampires had mates. And they had seen how she had looked at them, as soon as she had first met them.
She had appeared to be shocked, yes, and also yearning.
They could put the pieces together. They knew what they all felt for her.
That was why they took her, why they killed for her. They were protecting her.
They had several ice filled containers with blood bags in them as well.
Clarke never had in her life, apparently, fed on a human being. She even hated feeding on animals.
She would have to be force fed.
The group drove off to their safehouse. They parked alongside the road of it, got out and carried Clarke and all their supplies out.
They carried Clarke and the rest of what they had, to that safehouse.
When they brought Clarke to their bedroom, they chained her down to the bed, and put the containers full of ice and blood bags down.
They slowly turned to look down at Clarke, watching the blonde vampire struggle around against her chains. They had taken her clothes off before chaining her up.
"It's alright, Clarke," Wanda cooed as Bruce and Maria opened up the blood bags, carrying them to Clarke and tipping the blood bags, pouring the blood down Clarke's throat, Natasha holding Clarke's mouth open as the blood descended down her throat.
Frank and Jessica pulled Clarke's pants down, and Frank began to lube up his fingers as he pushed them into his mouth.
When he pulled his fingers out, he pushed on after another into Clarke's cunt, making Clarke cry out as Frank fingered her and as the blood spilled into her mouth.
Frank chuckled, holding her hips securely with his left hand and Jessica holding her other hip and legs down, as he thrust the fingers of his right hand back and forth into Clarke hard.
"Look at her," Frank groaned, watching as Clarke pumped her hips, against her will.
Tony, Pepper, Sam, Carol, Brunnhilde and Hela hovered over the bed as they watched hungrily.
"Fuck her with those fingers, Castle," Carol said, smirking, "I'm next after you."
"We're all gonna need to each take turns," Pepper said, licking her lips, causing the others to chuckle, as Clarke closed her eyes, trying to block out what she was hearing, as well as what she was feeling, but Frank's fingers felt too good and she was so hungry.
She knew these hunters had been tracking her for a long time. She just hadn't understood for what. That was, till now.
The group closed in on the bed, and Clarke struggled, but whimpered. She couldn't stop feeding, she'd starved herself from human blood for so long. And she couldn't stop herself from responding to the touches she was being given, regardless of whether she consented to it or not.
Pepper and Natasha both leaned forward, kissing her neck, and Pepper cooed to her, "Don't worry, sweetie, we'll take care of you. Turn us, and we'll take care of you for centuries to come."
Frank snorted and curled his fingers, "And we do mean "come,"" he spread and curled his fingers hard, and stroked Clarke's clit with his thumb, and Clarke couldn't hold it back any longer-she arched her back and screamed as she clenched around Frank's fingers and felt the blood fill her throat-both her sexual hunger and her blood hunger satisfied against her will.