The Hunter's Mark

Disclaimer: I do not own Alien, Predator, or anything affiliated with either franchise.

Author Notes: Hi everyone, this is my first fanfiction ever. So, I will apologize now for and spelling, grammar, or syntax error that I may make but don't catch in proofreading. I would also like to go ahead and apologize for any cannon details I may get wrong. This story will play host to a variety of goody badness, i.e. bad language, violence, nudity, and possibly sex (still contemplating that one). So, this story will be rated M for a reason. You have been warned… So please enjoy the story.

The Hunter's Mark

Chapter 1

Lexx had been in a daze since the Queen sank below the surface of the ice cover ocean. 'So, this is where it ends' she thought, as the cold was starting to make itself known through the adrenaline that was fading fast from her form. She sits next to the large predator, that she had come to think of as her own; since they had emerged from that god forsaken pyramid.

In the back of her mind, she knew she needed to start back to the Piper Maru, but something just would not let her leave him. Scar, her Yautja. Or at least that is how she thought of him, as hers. Yautja, that's what he called his race; Remembering, back to when he had removed his mask with a funny little small on her face.

(flashback)

They had made it out of the blast zone, and it was so quiet after the explosions that had decimated that whaling station, with only ramshackle parts of it still standing. Both were breathing hard from the exertion and their breaths seemed overly loud to her in this silence. Silence that seemed deafening, until she heard what sounded like a pressure release valve discharging. That is when she turned to look at him, and realized he was removing his mask.

She had held her breathe as the silver apparition lowered, and she released it as she thought 'he does not look that scary'. He roared loudly in her face. Her guess was to see if she would become frighten of him after seeing his face. She didn't. She wasn't afraid but, perhaps cautious and curious. She asked his name and what he was, then took a moment to really look at him while she waited for an answer.

He tilted his head in a canine-like manner as if he was just as curious about her. She wondered what he thought of her, what he was thinking, and whether he would answer her. Just as she thought that he wouldn't answer her, he emitted a series of clicks and a trill, that sounded like 'Sschaarrr'. "Sschaarr, Scar" she repeated as if testing the word as he nodded. "Well, Scar, my name is Alexa Woods, but you can call me Lexx. And just as she had, he repeated her name as if committing it to memory. There was a Small lull as the two of them assessed the other, and then she asked again, "what are you?" He looked at her and said something that sounded like Yautja. She tried pronouncing it correctly. And it must not have been it right, because he let out a trill and by the shaking of his shoulders as he continued to trill. She just knew he was laughing at her. So, Lexx, frowned, squared her shoulders, and tried again. This time she must have gotten it correct or at least close because he nodded, even though she could still here a few trills coming from him.

During their exchange, Lexx had to admit to herself that she liked this 'Yautja.' Who knew that this big brute of an alien could snicker like a school girl, but aside from that, he had helped and saved her. He wasn't all that frightening from an ally point of view. He was tall, very tall, probably around seven feet or very close to it. From what she could tell about his armor, he looked very fit. His long strong legs would have made him natural at climbing, something she could appreciate. He had hair-like ropes that dangled from his head that reminded her of dreadlocks. His face was typical for one of his kind, she guessed and his reptilian features didn't bother her. But it was his yellow eyes that were the most mesmerizing. He had his warrior make on his forehead, displayed proudly for all to see. She was slightly intrigued by his mandibles, but continued her assessing. From his broad shoulders and chest down his strong arms and muscular legs, he looked every bit of what a warrior should be to her.

His movement drew her attention. He was removing something for his waist as he moved closer to her. It was a finger of one of those things with a bit of their green glowing acid blood glistening on the tip. He held it aloft in front of her as if waiting on her to decide something. She looked up at him and her eyes were drawn to the mark on his forehead. She remembered that they had seen him mark himself and Sebastian had explained that it was a rite of passage, while on the hunt. She assumed that he was now giving her the choice on whether to be marked as a warrior of the hunt or not.

Thinking that he was willing to bestow an honor of his people on her, she agreed presenting her cheek to him. Other than a slight wince when the acid touched her skin, she showed no reaction to being marked and Scar gave a small purring trill at her lack of reaction. As she looked up at him after the marking, he smoothed one clawed finger over her cheek admiring his handiwork with another of those purring trills.

In the very next instant there was crashing and breaking, as they looked over towards the remains of the whaling station to see the alien queen tearing through what was left to get to them. (end of flashback)

Sitting here with Scar after everything that has happened to them, even though she knew he was dying, she could not help the small smile that graced her lips as she traced the mark on her cheek. The mark he had given her, the mark that seemed to send warm tingles through her as she stroked it.

After everything, she knew with increasing certainty that she could not leave him until he drew his last breath. She owed him that much, not to leave him unconscious and dying from his injuries. 'Yes, I owe him that much 'she thought as she leaned over Scar and traced his mark with her fingers. And the tingling sensation she had been trying to ignore intensified into a burning pulse and then subsided. She had a moment to wonder after the sensation, when suddenly the whole area erupted in light and figures started to decloak around her and Scar.

The one that materialized in front of her looked older and more battle worn then the others. She assumed that he must be some kind of leader, or elder for Scar's people. He held a weapon out in front of her. It was a combo stick spear like the one she had used back at the pyramid before Scar had made her one out of an alien tail. Raising to her feet in front of the elder, she watched him cautiously. The elder caused the spear to contract and the presented it to her. She took it with a slight bow, and the elder turned to leave.

The others had just started to reach for Scar, when she reacted on instinct. If she had been thinking clearly, she probably wouldn't have done it but she was not thinking. She was reacting. With a roar and a twirl, she used the extending of the combo stick to push the one closest to Scar away. She stabbed two of the figures on either side of her with a rocking side to side motion. All the while, situating her stance over Scar's prone form, screaming and roaring that they would not take him from her. At some signal that she missed, the other warriors backed off as the elder approached her.

(Elders POV)

The little soft meat ooman took us but surprise. We had watched their progress through the pyramid, and the destruction of the hard meat queen. We did not expect this level of fight from her. She was acting like a Yautja female protecting a pup or a mate. 'What had gotten into this ooman to try and take on so many blooded warriors' I thought as I approached the female again. But that is when I saw it and told my warriors to back away.

The hunter's mark on her cheek had a faint glow. I don't know how it is possible but the hunter's mark on her cheek was blossoming into a mating mark. I didn't think it could happen with this species. This was Bad Blood territory, they are the ones that mix with other species. I would have to make inquires and assess the situation, but first I needed to subdue this ooman before she manages to injure any more of my warriors. She has already hurt three of them and I would not have thought it possible for her to do. But then again, she has the look of one defending her mate.

I approached the ooman and she swung the combo stick to keep me back. She emitted an impressive growl for one so small. I started forward again and this time I catch the spear as she swung it as me. I used the momentum of her swing to pull her of balance, spin her and trap her against me with the spear. She struggled to try and break my hold but I am stronger, but the fact that I am stronger than her did not stop her from trying. I will admit that, I was impressed at the strength she had concealed in her small body as I held her trapped against me. I spoke to her in her language and immediately she subsided and stopped fight.

(Lexx-POV)

I really don't know what came over. One minute I'm accepting the spear from the elder and the next I am fighting Yautja and even manage to wound a few. The elder approaches me again and all I know is that I can't let them take Scar from me. So, I swing out with the spear and he dodges but keeps coming. I swing out again, but his time he catches it and uses it to trap me against him so that he can drag me from over Scar. I try to struggle but he is to strong. Then he leans down and says" Stop! Or he will die" in English, and with those words I loses the will to fight. The elder also said that they would heal him and take me with them. Before I can think to question him about it, he calls over one of the others that can forward to shoot something in my arm, and then my world goes dark…