Bloodlust

Summary: Bellamy and Octavia Blake are sibling hunters, one of the best teams in the country. Clarke Griffin became a hunter after the brutal murder of her parents and likes to work alone. What could happen when they all end up working the same case?

A/N: Hello! So this is my submission for Day Three of the Bellarke AU Week, which was a crossover. The 100 characters placed in the world of Supernatural, though no Winchesters will make an appearance. I hope you enjoy!

Bellamy let out a tired groan as he fell onto to the bed, his every muscle ached and all he wanted to do was sleep, it had been a long drive from Ohio to Kansas. He cracked open his eyes and looked over at his sister as she tapped her fingers against the table, "This can wait until later O, we can't do anything until night falls anyway."

"We have to be prepared Bell, that is what Mom always told us." Octavia reminded him as she turned to look at him, "Vampires can be complicated."

He huffed and kicked off his shoes, "We have handled them before. A little dead man's blood combined with a quick beheading and we are done."

"We don't have any dead man's blood and we don't know where the nest is." She pointed out before she turned back around to look over the vampire section in their family's hunting journal.

"The blood we can get when that funeral home down the street closes and we know where the victims are being taken from." He said as he got himself more comfortable on the uncomfortable hotel bed, "We will just make ourselves the bait."

It was Octavia's turn to sigh, "You just have this all figured out don't you."

"Damn right I do. Now let me sleep." He grumbled before turning on his side and falling promptly asleep without another word.

Octavia shook her head at her older brother and looked at the other bed, she knew that she too should sleep, it was going to be a long night. She grabbed her phone and set an alarm for 90 minutes before sunset before she settled herself into the bed. She just couldn't shake the feeling that tonight was going to go a lot different than Bellamy thought.


"We're late." Bellamy said irritably as they walked into the bar, a local bar full of the newly able to legally drink crowd, the two strangers fit right in.

"Not my fault." Octavia told him, "You were the one that didn't plan enough time for the funeral home."

Bellamy didn't respond to his sister, just smiled at the bartender, "I'll have whatever is on tap."

"And I'll have a rum and coke." Octavia told the redhead before she got lost in her brother's charm. The woman turned to get the drinks and Octavia turned to her brother, "Remember, we are here to be bait. So flirt with the ladies at the bar not the one working behind it."

He smiled as he thanked the bartender when she returned with the drinks before answering his sister, "I know the plan, it was my plan. Go mingle."

Octavia rolled her eyes but turned around and with her drink in one hand, as she wandered over to the pool table. She was wearing boots and a short jean shirt, the black top she wore hugged her body in all the right places. She ran her fingers over a pool table and the three men using the table looked at her with interest, "Mind if I play?"

"Do you know how?" One with short cropped blonde hair asked.

"I know how to play." She answered, her voice seductive to match her smile and a different boy handed her a cue while the third reset the table.

Bellamy scanned the bar, he knew that his sister could handle herself, and began looking for a target of his own. Instead of that though he saw a blonde standing near the back entrance, her finger curling around a lock of hair as a young man flirted with her. Something about the exchange seemed wrong, but he couldn't place why. He got up from his chair and followed when they slipped out into the alley.

"Not here," He heard the girl say with a giggle, "I thought you said we were going back to your place?"

"I just want a little taste first." The man said and Bellamy recognized the tone of hunger in there and he took his knife out of his jacket as he turned the corner.

"I was hoping you weren't going to say that." She replied and Bellamy pulled up in shock as he watched the blonde girl, now about ten feet away, pull a long knife out from behind her back and cut off the boy's head in one strong swing. She sighed as she looked down at the body, "Another wasted night." He heard her grumble before she began to look around her. Her blue eyes went wide when they landed on him.

He held up his hands in a show of peace, and he watched as her eyes floated to his hand and she instantly relaxed. He smiled at her, "You a hunter too Princess?"

She looked confused for a moment before she looked down at her shirt, the glittery design of a crown on her chest. She rolled her eyes, "Vampires like shiny things. Who are you?"

"Bellamy Blake." He replied and held out his hand.

She shook it, "Clarke Griffin." She nodded her head at the body, "Want to help me throw this in the dumpster?"

He laughed but bent down to pick it up from the shoulders and she got its feet, "I think I've heard Kane mention you a few times."

"Probably, he taught me a lot after my parents were killed." She answered before they threw the body into the dumpster.

Bellamy picked up the head and it soon followed suit, "He is good at that."

"I've heard of you too. You work with your sister right?" Clarke asked as they began the short walk back to the bar.

"Yeah, she is inside hustling some townies out of their money while hoping to get propositioned by a vamp." He explained to her and held open the door, "Seemed as though you had a similar idea."

"Easiest way to get things done." She told him in return and sat next to him at the bar, "They only seem to send out one a night. This is the second one I've got in as many days, both were too bitey for me to hold out until they took me to the nest."

"Do you have a partner nearby?" Bellamy asked, his eyes finding Octavia on instinct, she was right where he had left her so returned his attention to Clarke.

"Nope, just me." She answered before taking a drink from a vodka cranberry that the bartender handed her.

"That is a risky plan to do alone." He commented before downing the rest of his beer, "What do you say we team up? The three of us will be able to get this done in no time."

She scanned him before landing on his eyes, "I work alone." She said before taking another sip of her drink.

"We are working the same case Princess and we aren't leaving. So, either you agree to work with us or leave, because working against each other is just going to get one of us killed." He informed her before flashing the bartender a smile that made her blush.

Clarke rolled her eyes at his flirting, "I am just supposed to take your word that you are good hunters?"

It was Bellamy's turn to roll his eyes, "Call Kane if you want references, I am not going to defend myself to you."

"Show me then." Clarke rebuffed, her entire face challenging him.

He smirked at her before he placed a hand on her hip and drew her closer to him. He finished off his beer in one long draw and put it on the bartop before he used his hand to brush her hair away from her ear. Bellamy leaned in and whispered, "Follow me outside and play like you are into me. I guarantee my sister will have caught up to us by the time we reach the parking lot."

Clarke laughed at him, her eyes glancing over to the girl at the pool table, "She isn't even looking over here."

"Trust me, she will follow." He said as he pulled back before getting to his feet, he threw some money on the bar before he lead her toward the door. She stood kind of stiffly against his body, "You have to make it believable here Clarke, you are supposed to be seducing me back to your top secret lair."

She laughed before she slipped her arm around his waist, bringing her body flush against his, "I hope you have better lines when you are doing this for real."

"You wouldn't be able to resist me if I gave you the full breadth of my charms." A smirk on his lips as he winked at her, his voice had teasing edge to it as his thumb made little circles over the bare skin it found at her hip.

"I bet I could." She replied dryly, but she actually found his willingness to joke at his own confidence refreshing. She resisted the urge to look behind her, "Where is your sister?"

He chuckled, and pointed to an old blue mustang, "I am going to lean up against the car, you make a move for my neck and I promise my sister will save me."

Clarke nodded as they moved their bodies into the planned positions and she rested her hands against his chest, "She isn't going to come in blades swinging is she?"

"No, she will pull you away first so she doesn't risk hitting me." He told her and used his hands to bring her hips flush against his, "I will stop her before she beheads you."

Clarke huffed as she moved her lips toward his neck, "She could try."

He smiled at her and closed his eyes briefly as he felt her breath on his neck but before her lips touched his skin her heat was torn away. He snapped his eyes open, "Octavia, stop!"

Octavia froze instantly, her arm fully thrown above her ready to swing. Clarke was kneeling on the ground, her face full of surprise at the stealth his sister had displayed.

Octavia's eyes didn't leave Clarke as she asked, "Why did you stop me?"

"O, this is Clarke, a fellow hunter. She wanted a demonstration of our skills before she would join us to hunt the vamps." Bellamy explained and crossed his arms over his chest before he looked at the blonde, "Did we pass the test?"

Clarke nodded as she looked away from Octavia to her brother, "I think this nest doesn't stand a chance."

Octavia lowered her knife and looked between the two of them before saying, "Can someone please explain to me what is going on?"


Clarke wiped her arm over her forehead, she had worked up quite the sweat and the blood wasn't helping her cool down, "Is that all of them?" She called out as she turned around in the boarded up barn, a dead vampire at her feet.

"We are clear up here!" She heard Octavia yell from the loft above her.

"Clear at this end!" Bellamy yelled in response as well, and she saw his shape heading toward her through the dim light. Clarke smiled at him as he leaned against the door to the stall she was in and held out a lighter, "Are you a firestarter Princess?"

"Who in our line of work isn't?" She replied, smirking at him and finding him even more attractive covered in blood. She had changed her opinion on the man after the three days she had spent with the Blake siblings and wasn't bothering to hide her attraction.

Octavia groaned as she came up to her brother's side, snatching the lighter away from him, "I get to light the fire as my reward for having to listen to this." She said as she spun on her heels and walked to the far side of the barn.

"What did she mean by that?" Clarke asked, a sly smile on her face as she fell in step beside Bellamy as they walked out of the building.

"I have mo idea." He responded and slipped his arm around his waist and pulled her closer, "We are heading to Minnesota, sounds like there may be a werewolf problem up there. Where are you heading?"

Clarke shrugged and wrapped her arm around him in return, "Haven't thought that far ahead yet. Do you have a suggestion?"

"I can think of one Princess." He said before lowering his head and smirking at her.

Clarke closed the distance between their lips and Bellamy wasted no time in deepening it, she melted against him with a contented sigh.

They separated slowly, and Bellamy tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, "Does that mean you are tagging along?"

"Please say yes, I don't want to deal with the brooding he will do if you refuse." Octavia pleaded as she walked up to them, the barn now ablaze and she handed the lighter back to her brother.

"Brooding?" Clarke asked her voice on the edge of laughter as she put some space between her and Bellamy.

"I do not brood." Bellamy snapped, snatching the lighter from his sister's fingers, but he was smiling when he looked back at Clarke, "What do you say?"

Clarke looked between the siblings, both of them smiling hopefully at her, and she felt safe and wanted for the first time since her parents were killed, "I think Minnesota sounds like fun."

"Yes!" Octavia said before throwing her arms around Clarke, and the blonde happily returned the embrace, "It will be so nice to have someone other than this nerd to talk to."

"I am not a nerd." Bellamy defended before he threw his arm over Clarke's shoulder as they walked the remaining distance to the car.

Clarke laughed to herself as the siblings continued to argue. She wondered if Marcus had always planned on her running into the Blakes when he told her about this nest, or it just happened to be a coincidence. As Bellamy pulled her closer and Octavia laughed at something he said, Clarke couldn't bring herself to care.

A/N: Please review and let me know what you thought! Thanks for reading!