Chapter 4Bellamy makes his way to Clarke's room with a blood pouch in hand. This had been the routine he had done every night to ensure Clarke drank. He stops at her door and gives a gentle knock, he does not wait for a response he knows won't come before he enters.
The blonde is stood at her usual spot by the window looking out, he walks over to her and places the pouch in her hand as she turns to look at him. Little words are ever usually spoken between them and he usually leaves as soon as Clarke has finished drinking. Today however, once Clarke finishes the pouch and hands it back to him he finds himself joining her in front of the window.
After a few moments of silence an almighty howl comes from outside as it usually does around this time, this causes the same smile he gets every time he hears it creep on to his face. He knows exactly who that howl belongs to, as does he know all too well exactly when those howls first begun and why. They belonged to the only one who had ever had Clarke's heart, the mongrel who didn't deserve the way he knew Clarke used to look at her. The love he saw in Clarke's eyes when she looked at Lexa – it sickened him.
He surprises himself as he finds his hand placing itself over hers, giving it a desperate squeeze. Clarke turns her head slightly to look at his hand atop of hers for a moment before looking back out the window.
"I know this doesn't mean much to you right now Clarke, but I care so much about you. I will do anything I can to ensure that bitch gets all that's coming so you can come back to us. Then I can show you what it feels like to be truly happy." The words come like venom off his tongue at the slight mention of Lexa.
He knows he shouldn't be going into this with Clarke, for starters he knows his words have no effect on her, he also knows not to take the risk in potentially triggering anything in the blonde's current emotional state. The incident with Raven earlier though had set off a jealousy within him that he could barely control when it came to Clarke. He knows the bond in which Raven holds for Clarke is perfectly normal for that of a vampire who had been sired, but even that bond was more than Clarke had ever shared with him.
He would not stand by and allow Raven to jeopardise what he knows will one-day lead to Clarke being his lover. He is the only one who deserves to feel her love, the only one who would go to any length to win her heart. The one who will bow before her, presenting her the live body of the Alpha wolf so Clarke can finally put an end to the mongrels' life and know – just how much he loves her and how much he would do to make her happy.
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Clarke wasn't sure at what point Bellamy had left the room, she only ever acknowledged him enough to drink so he would leave.
"She must have really pissed Bellamy off, he's had her thrown into the lower cells."
Clarke looked down to see what she assumed were the next guards to take up watch duty.
"What do you expect she made a scene in front of everyone, she did not even bow to Bellamy, if he allows anyone who shows such disrespect to him and for it to go unpunished he will lose order."
Clarke knew the men as Thelonious and Wells. They were father and son; her parents had been close friends with Thelonious. She remembered a time she had once been friends with Wells, though like everyone else she used to know - the day she woke up after the attack she became to feel next to nothing for any of them.
"How long do you think he will leave her there?" Wells asks looking to his father.
"I don't know, she is lucky she isn't dead though" Replies Thelonious matter of-factly.
"Why isn't she then?"
"Because of what Raven did for Clarke" Jaha starts knowing his son is all too aware of this. "In payment Raven became the only person to be turned not just by Clarke but by anyone of us in a long time. She was very important to the Griffin family for what she did, and all those who still hold Abbey and Jake dearly in their hearts are still grateful to Raven and have great respect for her. With Clarke the way she is, and Jake and Abbey gone, it's like Raven is also all that's left of them." He looks at his son. "That and if Clarke ever becomes herself again she will be less than pleased that Bellamy has killed one of the people she cares most for" Wells nods his head in understanding and they carry on walking in silence.
As she watches them take their stations she turns and walks over to her bed. She doesn't stop to get under the blanket, she never does, instead she lays looking blankly at the ceiling. What Thelonious had said was right. Raven had meant so much to her before, she hasn't forgotten what she had done for her. The gratitude and love she had for the woman however just wasn't there anymore – but why? Why did she no longer feel what she used to? Why when she thought of her parents did she not cry? Why when she thought of Lexa could she only express to the extent of clenching her fist with no real anger behind it?
She has sworn to herself many times she would kill Lexa for the murder of her parents, but they are nothing more than words. She doesn't feel a rage burn inside her that makes her swear for revenge, she says it simply because she knows that's how she should feel. Just like she knows she should show more kindness and care towards Raven, she knows she should – but not a shred of her feels anything to do it.
She long ago accepted she will never be able to answer the question of why she doesn't feel, but she wonders occasionally anyway.
Maybe she'd feel more anger if she ever come to know the face of the woman who caused all this. Maybe if she just knew what the wolf Lexa looked like, she could etch her face and burn it into memory till she was all the blonde could see. Maybe then she'd feel more than the nothing she has become so acquainted with.
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Raven huffed and dragged her nail through the dry dirt underneath her. This was bullshit, Bellamy was a huge asshole and Finn was a slightly smaller one, in fact Bellamy and all his guards just made up a whole group of different size assholes. Each one of them spreading out different amounts of bullshit from their mouths.
"Can a poor innocent girl at least get something to sleep on?" Raven shouts knowing already she will not get a response.
She stands up and walks to the door kicking her boots against it a few times.
"If anyone's out there I'm warning you now it's in your best interest to provide me with something I can get a decent sleep on. If I don't sleep well I get grouchy, and when I'm grouchy I get very annoying." She presses her ear against the door to listen out for any movement but hears nothing. "I don't mean the annoying where I keep poking you in the arm to get your attention, I mean the annoying where a sweet sweet symphony fills my lungs and escapes my mouth" she pauses. "and believe me you do not want to hear me sing"
Raven is met with nothing but silence.
"Fine!" She shouts, "Have it your way" She steps back from the door a few steps.
Just as she is about to break into a song she is sure would bring an audience to tears she is interrupted by the smallest and quietest of giggles. Her head whips round to where she can see a small hand sized hole in the wall blocked off with metal bars.
"Who's there?" She asks as she begins to walk over.
Raven quickly drops to her knees to peek inside the hole as she hears footsteps running off. She is about to shout after them to let them know that their attempt to keep an eye on their prisoner without her knowing has just failed miserably. But she stops.
Why would a guard giggle? If they wanted to keep an eye on her surely, they would open the hatch on the prison door to look in. She was almost certain that giggle had come from a woman. But if this person was not a guard – Who is she?
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Lexa slows down and lowers her snout closer to the floor. Dust rushes up her nostrils as she sucks in a lung full of air above the hooved print that is pressed into the mud. Satisfied she has memorised the scent enough to begin tracking it she lifts her head higher and sniffs the air around her. The trace of the smell is very week, the animal had been long gone from this area. But that isn't to say the distance it has travelled is too far for the Alpha to catch up.
As she turns her head from one side to the other she is easily able to pinpoint in which direction the smell travels in. Her paws lift up from the ground and she quickly picks up into a running pace to gain as much distance in as little time as possible.
Tonight, Lexa is on the hunt.
Hunting is the lambda's wolf's job and although Lexa has plenty of these to hunt, she needs this for herself. It's the only time she can somewhat forget about everything else that weighs on her shoulders as Heda and Alpha. All she needs to do is rely on her hunting skills until what she seeks is in site and go for the kill. Sure, she gets away every night to go to the hilltop where she cries into the wind but that is anything but forgetting. Instead of going back to her pack after her usual nightly trip she instead found herself turning off the trail home and wanting to hunt.
So here she is, following the scent of the poor creature she will more than likely kill by the end of the night.
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Lexa had been hunting for around 3 hours now. Two hours into her hunt she had picked up a scent that seemed oddly familiar though she could not think why. It was coming from the same direction as the doe she was tracking. Ears had pointed to the sky in curiosity as the wolf steered her fury snout through the air quickly recognising it as the smell of a lone wolf she knew as Emori. Something was off though – there was something more. It had only taken her a few moments before an uneasy feeling settled into the pit of her stomach and her eyes had narrowed in realisation as she began to walk again. The uneasy feeling had not come from the fact that someone else was now tracking her food nor was it that a wolf who had chosen to leave her pack being nearby. What had unsettled Lexa was that she had realised why the scent was so familiar yet also unrecognisable. It was something she had not smelt for many years. A vampire.
As Lexa had continued to track the doe, wolf and vampire she had sure enough come across 2 sets of foot prints. Her lips curled back presenting her teeth as a growl escaped her throat. The foot prints told her what she had already expected. These two had not been at war, she had smelt no blood or heard no signs of battle. No – this was a vampire and Wolf walking side by side, working together for their next meal.
As her throat rumbled again as another growl made its way out she suddenly paused. This is exactly what she may need, she has been waiting for something to come along and this may just be it. Her features softened as she turned back the way she came. There was no need to continue the hunt now, the Doe she would more than likely find already killed and eaten. She knew this the moment she had first picked up on the other wolf and vampire. The reason she had continued anyway was to find out why they had been together. Any chances of finding the two were also very slim in chance. They would have smelled her just as she had smelt them, and there is no doubt in the wolf's mind the two would know not to be caught and ensure they stayed well ahead of her.
As she began to run back she found herself running with a new-found haste, perhaps this could work. Maybe she now has the thing she needs to get her the one thing she has wanted every night for the past 10 years. Powerful legs urge her on as she picks up her pace with every paw placed in front of the other. She can feel the rush spread through her body and she knows what she's feeling is soon to happen. War is coming.