Darkness engulfs her. It seems to pay no mind to the open window lining the whole of her wall of her bedroom, ignoring so completely the drawn curtains where moonlight should pass through and illuminate her entire being, instead making itself scarce.
Something moves then, deliberate swiftness, a shadow darker than the blackness that surrounds her. It crawls towards her, approaching her with prudence, careful not to frighten her.
A beast on the hunt.
Lexa demands for her hands to grasp the sheets and hide her face away from the mass crawling it’s way towards her but her body stays unmoving, petrified in a feeling akin to fearful excitement.
A delightful terror.
Her breathing fills the room, a symphonic crescendo of gasps that reach it’s climax once the shadow reaches the foot of her bed. Featureless yet so familiar, Lexa is certain this demonic angel has visited her before; a recurring presence in her feverish dreams that so often border the line of nightmaric pleasure. It has touched her surface, the coldness of it’s hand on her warm skin, pink lips so marvelous against her bare body.
Summary: How far will Clarke go to save her dying brother? Will she dare make a deal with a creature of the night as beautiful as she’s ancient?
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Chapter 2: With Their Hearts as Hard as Clay
The moon floated high in the sky, illuminating the town square with its pale beams. Not that Lexa needed the white crescent or any source of light to see where she stepped. She moved as a shadow, her feet making no sound against the cobblestones.
Nose sniffing the air, she followed the sickeningly dry, sweet scent of blood, her heart heavy with regrets. She should have known better than to go hunting and leave Gustus in charge of her protegee. The former familiar meant well and was devoted heart and soul to her and the clan, yet he lacked the patience to handle the young vampire.
At least this time, she picked a remote house, Lexa thought as she reached the town’s edge, the buildings growing further apart. She had no intention of reliving the massacre of three years before, when the rest of the village had woken to the cries and come to investigate. By the time it was over, the clan had to set the whole place on fire to hide the bodies and move to a different province. Anya was insufferable for weeks.
The inside of the last house was suspiciously quiet. Despite her superior hearing, Lexa couldn’t detect a sound. No snoring, mumbling, or even breathing tickled her senses: nothing but the overwhelming smell of blood permeating the air and making her fangs ache.
She knew what to expect. They had gone through this situation enough times that the scene shouldn’t have surprised her. Still, when she pressed open the ajar door and took a few steps, a soft gasp left her mouth at the sight greeting her.
The family hadn’t had time to leave the large bed they shared by the hearth before Death swooped down on them, cutting their existences short.
The two little girls lay on their sides, throats torn open, the upper part of their nightdresses no longer white but crimson. Their eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, frozen in a grimace of surprise and fear.
Next to them, their mother had one arm wrapped around the youngest girl in a desperate attempt to protect her. A commendable yet vain effort. She, too, lay in a pool of her own blood, the wound on her neck so deep the head remained attached only by a flap of skin.
Her husband hung by the edge of the bed, his legs trapped under the blankets holding his body back while his head touched the floor. One of his arms was missing, ripped clean off. Lexa spotted it by the opposite wall, next to a hunting knife. Had he heard the door open and tried to protect his family? Hopefully, he had been the first to die, sparing him the agony of watching his loved ones perish.
Not many throughout history could boast about surprising a vampire. Even the greenest hunter knew not to underestimate the supernatural speed and senses of a Natblida — as they called themselves. Stronger than a bear, faster than a panther, and deadlier than both. Yet, Lexa was so stunned by the gory scene before her that she didn’t notice the presence in the corner until a sniffle broke through her daze.
Turning her head slowly to not aggravate the predator, she relaxed her posture as she took in the crouched form pressed against the wall.
Clarke remained prostrate, her head hanging low as sobs shook her shoulders. Her loose hair, mated with blood, partially hid her face, her cheeks and mouth barely visible through the red curtain. Ignoring her companion, she focused her attention on the small body cradled in her arms.
Despite herself, Lexa flinched when Clarke bit her own wrist, desperately trying to make the boy swallow a few drops of her blood. The elders had forbidden turning someone so young long before, children vampires going insane after centuries stuck in their juvenile bodies. Not that she had reason to fear Clarke would suffer the punishment for such a crime. The boy was dead, half of his throat missing.
“Clarke,” she tried softly, her heart breaking in her chest at the wail that answered her. “It is over.”
I hate having those fics where you remember a bunch of small details but can't remember the name for the life of you...Anyway... Bellamy and Clarke are cops, and they're both vampires but we don't find out Clarke is a vamp until the end and Pike is their boss and they work the night shift. Probably none of this is helpful...but a girl can dream...
Ark Academy is just like any other school except its body of students is made up entirely of vampires. The school's faculty decides to incorporate a small group of human students into the mix to shift the world's perspective on their newly uncovered existence.
Lexa signs up to be one of the students who want to join Ark Academy. The school picks Lexa thinking that her being an orphan is a safe choice along with her clean record and exceptional grades. What they don't know is that she believes vampires are responsible for her parents' mysterious murders and that she is hellbent on getting revenge.
Raised in a strict household, Clarke was always taught to beware of mortals. She doesn't expect any of the humans to make an impression on her but she is surprised when she can't get a certain brunette out of her thoughts.
Both going through a battle of their own, they must face the unwelcome desires that threaten their core beliefs.
