AN: Hey so this is my first Clexa / 100 fic so let me know what you think. None of the characters except for Dani are mine. I spoke to coeur-d'astronaute and go permission to use River from a story that no longer appears to be up :( Any way this is a dark fic like most of mine are.

Pairings

Clexa, Octavia/ Raven, River/ OC

Okay here we go

Demons of The Light

Clarke waited and waited for her lover and her daughter. They were supposed to be back four days ago. In their absence however Clarke had taken over as she usually did when Lexa and River were gone or even just Lexa. Seeing as River was last on the list of Commander. Shaking her head of her worry Clarke made her way back to the middle of camp, she directed her people to their tasks and made her way to her and her wife's tent. Indra was waiting for her, along with Octavia and Lincoln."Heda " Indra greeted, a hint of hope in her voice. Shaking her head, Clark threw her self into her throne. " Its been four, almost five days" She whispered. " Where are they Indra? Where is my family?" Octavia placed her hand on her friend's shoulder in support.

In the woods twenty miles away, River was fighting to save her mothers life. Mountain men had captured them and River had made a quick choice. The mountain men were playing with them, the one who called himself Drago said they could fight for their freedom. Before her mother could move River had shot out of the cage they were in faster than an arrow. Leaving her horrified mother on the inside. " The commander must not be harmed" Is all she said to the woman inside the cage.

Drago laughed, it grated on River's nerves, letting out a growl she snarled at him and said " Laugh latter fool, release your best, and watch as they fall" She hissed. Smirking he motioned for his men to fight. River prepared her self calming her mind and finding her warrior zone. The first man who leapt was dead before he hit the ground. His neck broken. Smiling River played with the dagger in one hand, hidden from sight. The next man attacked and in two swift moves blood poured from his throat. River snarled egging on the next man who swung a sword in an attempt to decapitate her.

Ducking under the heavy blow River thrust the dagger into the mans liver and into the side of his neck. His gasping and gurgling breaths made her smile once again. The blood from previous wounds dripped down the side of her neck and down her cheek into her mouth. She was angry, how dare these fools attack her mother, her Heda. Drago only laughed as she snarled. There were now five men circling around her. They attacked at once, River exploded from her crouched position. Jumping above their heads as they lunged for her, she grabbed onto one of the men's neck. With a jerk he was dead, taking his sword she made quick work of the other four. " This is child's play" She hissed taking the head off the fourth man. She dared not look at her mother, for eight men previous she had never killed a man.

She, deep down behind her walls was revolted and scared. She was disgusted with herself. A sharp pain brought her out of her musings. A dagger lay embedded in above her collar bone, she stared at it for a moment before letting out an annoyed howl of pain. Pulling the dagger, she in the same movement threw it. Laughing when it pierced a man's throat. The acceptance of killing every man that Drago threw at her, hit her like a ton of bricks. When she opened her eyes there were no less than twenty men in the make shift ring made for the sole purpose of slaughter. Deciding to even the odds a bit River leaped up onto the rock just above Drago's head and howled. Before long, menacing growls and angry eyes circled around the men from the trees and brush. With another howl River shot from the rock driving her sword into a tall man's throat.

The sounds of snarls far more fierce than Lexa or any one had ever heard, came from the trees as giant wolves stalked dangerously closer. They were a good four times the size of a regular wolf. They matched in size to a small horse. Holding up her blade River pointed it at Drago,and howled out a battle cry. The wolves lunged, the tearing of flesh and the screams of pain filled River's ears with pride and victory. River lunges animal like at the tall mountain man. Lexa watched her daughter attack Drago, she kicked against the cage with all her might, her kicks so powerful they jarred her wounds. Suddenly a wolf appeared in front of her cage. He was jet black save for the blood that coated his teeth and muzzle.

Lexa met the giant creatures eyes and in that moment the battle that raged on around them stopped. She could see so many things in this creatures eyes, power, respect, love. And a wildness that made Lexa shiver, this was this packs leader. The wolf growled lowly and bowed his head. Before lunging forward and tearing the gate off the door in a pure show of power. A soon as the door opened and the great beast moved, Lexa shot out. The wolf nudged her arm and whined, Lexa's heart just about stopped. Her daughter had arrows sticking out of her back and blood poured from just about every surface on her body.

The wolf let out a feral snarl and the two of them along with much of the pack tore off to River and Drago who smiled victoriously for about two seconds before seeing the wolves. He screamed in fear and then in pain as they pulled him apart. Lexa slid to the ground next to her child. " River, sweetheart?" She cried out. Lexa was not one for pet names, most of the times it was hard enough to get her to smile. But around her family and especially when they were hurt, she was a mother first, and commander second. " River can you hear me" Lexa pleaded.

River could hear her mother, she felt a cool nose on her cheek as well. " Mom?" She croaked out. Blood seeping through her lips. " Hey sweetheart, I'm here" Lexa cooed trying to get her daughter's eyes to open. " Let Nomon see your eyes, please River " River knew it must be bad. She had never heard her mother sound so afraid. And she never used so many pet names. She felt a tongue lap gently at her cheek. " Night is that you?" She whispered opening her eyes. She first found her closest friend's eyes. They were like hers, blue with green flecks. She reached a shaky blood covered hand up to the wolf's muzzle. " Thank you old friend" She whispered.

The giant beast laid his body on the ground and curled around her. His head resting on her shoulder gently. River's eyes turned to meet her mothers, they were full of tears. " Hey Nomon" She said a soft smile gracing her features as she looked at her mother. "Are you alright?" She asked doing her best to ignore the stream of blood falling from her lips. " Shhh I'm fine don't speak" Lexa urged her daughter quietly. She ran her fingers through her daughters long hair. River frowned at her mother, she reached up and wiped the blood from her mothers face. She looked at the rest of her and felt failure seep into her bones, the way her own blood was seeping out of her onto the earth. Her mother had other wounds, wounds that needed healing. " I'm sorry " She breathed out.

Her mother's confused eyes fueled her apology. " I'm sorry I couldn't do better, I'm so sorry, forgive me please Heda, please Nomon forgive me" She begged tears rushing down her cheeks. Night whined at his friends distress. Lexa sucked in a sharp breath, " Shhhh, little one, I forgive you even though there is nothing to forgive." Lexa whispers into River's hair. " Night, take her home. Take her home to Mamma" River says in a language unfamiliar to Lexa, kissing her wolf friends nose. He whines and growls lowly. He doesn't want to leave her. " Go!" She says in grounder language.

With a snarl and a howl he in one movement has Lexa on his back and is sprinting through the woods howling his pain as Lexa screams her daughter's name. River can't help but smile at her mother's safety. Its all that matters, is that one of them comes home. She feels a presence above her and looks to see a white wolf. Snow. Howl out as her vision fades to black.

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As Night takes his master's Mother away he howls in pain. He knows he might have just left his master to die. His howls mix with Lexa's as he runs. At the speed he is going its all Lexa can do but to hold on to him. Her nails digging into his fur as her tears soak the back of his neck. He can also feel the warm sticky feeling of blood from one of her wounds. Pushing him self harder he dodges trees and leaps over logs. His master gave him one final task and if he died tying to do it then so be it. But for all the things in the world he lived in, he was going to get this woman home, and he was going to look after her.

After what seems like days, the familiar smells of camp fill Night's nose. He howls with joy, and to warn the people. He forgets that only his master knows him. But a blond woman who he recognizes as Clarke, his master's other mother is at the gate almost as if she waits there every day. He howls to her and runs faster. Lexa has long since go delirious, her body numb with pain from the loss of her child. Clarke lets out a scream as she sees her wife. The commander is holding onto the giant wolf with everything she has, her eyes are dull, tears stream down her cheeks. " INDRA" Clarke calls out. The woman is beside her in a second.

The wolf stops in front of them and lowers his body to the ground before gently slipping his charge off his back. He presses his nose into her neck and licks softly. She stirs, as she is waking the large wolf walks over to Clarke ignoring the fierce warrior next to her. He whines and collapses at her feet, Clarke drops down to him and runs her hand through his fur. " Thank you great warrior" She whispers.

At this moment Lexa seems to awaken from her delirious state. " RIVER! RIVER" she screams. She struggles to her feet, swaying and stumbling all the while howling her daughters name in agony. Clarke watches in confusion and shock. Lexa makes toward the forest when Night is in front of her whining. " Get out of my way" She snarls in her language. The wolf plants his paws in the ground and bares his teeth silently. Lexa lets out a haunting battle cry and draws out her sword. Her chest is heaving, Night knows in his heart that his masters mother shares the same truth he came to understand. That River would come home to them, she had to. But that they had responsibilities. Lexa stood unmoving her breath coming in short pants, her arm shaking. Night walked forward slowly pushing the tip of the sword aside with his muzzle. He walked to Lexa until their foreheads were just about touching. In a slow motion the giant wolf pressed his face against hers.

The resounding cry of anguish and harsh sobbing would haut Indra and Clarke for many months to come. Clarke moved to her wife as she clung to the wolf. His large body almost swallowing her seemingly small frame. The wolf meet Clarke's eyes and they reflected the same pain and anguish she heard from her wife. " Lexa" Clarke called out gently. Her hand scratching gently along her wife's scalp. " Darling" She gently ordered the brunette. Night, the ever loyal wolf, stood stock still letting his master's mother cling to him for comfort. Clarke moved to her knees behind her wife, her hands griping gently at the back of her neck and running her fingers along her scalp. Almost in one fluid movement Lexa was wrapped in Clarke's arms.

Indra stood watch over her leaders, when normally she would have been concerned with their display of affection, but she was wrought with worry. Never had she seen her commander, her Heda so upset. She had known this girl for her entire life, and never had she seen her lose it in this manor. Clarke still unaware of what happened ignored her need for answers and carried her wife to the gates. The black beast following close behind, as the gates open, Lexa's guard surround her. They include the wolf and shield their commanders from prying eyes. Word has spread that something was wrong and most had heard their commander screaming for their princess.

The guards form a barrier around the tent a good distance away to give them privacy. Inside Clarke lays her wife on their bed and takes off whats left of her armor. Unable to hold in her gasp as she takes in her wife's torso. Dark bruises cover her ribs and a gash is slowly flowing with blood. " Oh my love" She breathes stroking Lexa's hair before grabbing the supplies she would need to care for her wounds. After placing the healing salve on her wound and wrapping it she lay down next to Lexa pressing gentle kisses to her neck and cheek and forehead.

" Tell me what happened my love?" She whispered hoping to ease the worry of the unknown. " We were on our way home from the hunt when Mountain men captured us. I fought off as many as I could but we were vastly out numbered. I remember being up right and then waking in a cage with River." Lexa paused at her daughters name. She closed her eyes and searched for the strength to tell Clarke what happened. " One of the men identified himself as Drago, he said one of us could fight for our freedom." Lexa paused again swallowing thickly. " I swear Clarke I swear to you on my sprit on our love I tried to move to fight. But River was out on the other side before I had even made it a small distance. " Clarke could feel the horror mounting as she listened to her wife. She could see the guilt and the shame that drowned her lover's eyes. " She looked so small compared to him, I could not see her eyes, I don't think she could meet mine. Clarke when he moved I hardly saw it, but he lay there dead. The next one came and he too lay dead at her feet. She moved so fast." Lexa paused to shuffle closer to Clarke's warmth.

" When the third man attacked she once again moved faster than lightning and he bled from his neck. Yet her strike was so powerful his head barely attached to his neck. She growled at him and taunted him, Drago, who sent no less than twenty men to fight her" Clarke held her breath. The coldness in Lexa's eye gave way to the truth and violence she saw. " None lived" Lexa shook her head lost in the memory. " It seemed as though Drago's men multiplied, but Clarke the strangest thing happened. She leapt onto the rocks above us and howled. It was a chilling sound, it was haunting and dangerous" She stopped yet again. " Within minutes there were howls and growls surrounding us. River stood upon that rock and looked down with this glint in her eyes I have only seen in the animals we can not catch when we hunt. It held the danger of a panau and the control of a wolf, and what seemed to be the strength of a bear." Clarke listened to her wife with awe. The pain sitting below the surface as she heard the admiration and awe in her wife's voice for their daughter. " I have never been so afraid of someone in my life," Lexa whispered.

" She snarled and the giant wolves appeared, the large black one, black as night" As she spoke the wolf in question raised his head. A low questioning whine accompanied a head tilt. Both leaders looked at him in shock. " Night?" Lexa called out softly. The wolf got to his paws and stuck his muzzle out in to her. " Well I take it thats his name ." Shaking her head she continued. " It was frightening, River let out another snarl and a battle cry unlike anything I have ever heard. " The black wolf threw back his head let out a snarling howl, deep and bone chilling. They both started, the hair on the back of Clarke's neck rising. Outside the men guarding their tent shifted fear sweeping through them. " Yes that would be the sound" Lexa whispered. " Our daughter sounded like that?" Clarke questioned. " Sha my Sky Kwin, with that howl she leapt into battle. At that point I was trying to get out of the cage, I tore at the gate but it wouldn't open. Suddenly Night was in front of me. He looked right at me, his eyes seemed to know me, he lowered his head to me before he ripped apart the gate. It was magnificent. " Lexa paused to nod to the wolf, who simply rubbed his muzzle against her hand. " The wolves destroyed the men, I found River... Clarke she was covered in blood. It was mostly hers. She staggered and stumbled. Night and I tore off to her the wolves ripping Drago apart. " Lexa was breathing heavily now.

" I slid down to her and she kept saying she was sorry and for me to forgive her, she yelled at night in some language I don't know, and I was on his back a moment latter." Clarke had tears running down her face. She held onto Lexa tightly, she turned to the wolf " Where is my daughter" She whispered. Night whined low his ears flat against his head as he rested his muzzle on their bed. He knew not where his beloved master was or if she lived. Deciding to leave his master's mothers alone he pushed through the tent flap.

Ten sets of eyes stared back at him, holding his head high he moved to the position in front of the tent. The guard there moved over slightly and stared ahead, brushing the mans shoulder with his Night sat. He perked his ears and opened his senses. As the half moon rose higher into the air he let out a sad howl that echoed through the camp and into the woods.

AN: River is not dead, I'm not going to do that to you. Ever. please review and follow the story and stuff. Please I have more. A lot more. -Alex-