A/N Thank You for viewing this story. I love Bellarke and I believe AUs are the best way to express it. I hope you enjoy it. And it's not just Bellarke it's The 100 itself. I'm hoping to impress you with this story and not to anger you. Lol ;). Enjoy!
Clarke had always loved running through the wet grass in the forest. Breathing in the fresh air. Hearing the sounds of the animals. The sun shining warmly through the tree branches.
She wasn't the fastest runner, but the woods made it more fun. She would always cut through them in gym. Not to beat everyone else but to see the beauty that is the forest.
She never thought that someday the beauty would die. That one day instead of the excitement she used to feel running in the grass, hearing and smelling the forest. She would feel resentment. Resentment against what comes next.
As she stumbles out of the now dark depressed forest her heart dead and UN beating. She feels nothing and is completely numb to the pain she had felt hours before. She doesn't know where she's going, doesn't know what has happened to her. All she knows is that she really hated that damn forest.
"Bellamy Blake has been alive for 200 years ,and today was his 200th birthday. You'd think he'd be somewhat upset that he'd been alive for 200 years with no one but his sister to keep him company. No Bellamy was not upset nor was he overly excited. He was upset because 150 years ago today he had started a war that he didn't know how to stop. A war between the wolves and the undead.
He took the hand of one of the waitresses in the bar. Pulling her to his lap. She giggled happily. He looked around the bar. Which was now full of his men who were all picking their human of choice. Murphy decided to play with his girl first telling her everything was going to be fine before chopping in to her neck. Bellamy's eyes turned red and he looked toward the girl in his lap who was no longer happy and excited but scared and crying. He wiped her tears before ripping into her neck. The blood wasn't anything special but it's what they do to survive. He felt her go limp in his arms. Her body fell to the ground.
He smirked looking around at his people getting off on the sent of blood around them. All except his sister, Octavia. She was casually sitting in the corner tapping her fingers on the table. Bellamy made his way to her. Crossing the dead bodies of the humans.
"You're not going to eat?" He asked. Sitting down across from her.
"The sent of fear isn't that appealing to me." She said calmly rolling her eyes. Still tapping her fingers.
Bellamy grabbed her hand. "Octavia, you need to eat. I promised Mom that I would-" Octavia interrupted him and removed her hand.
"Protect me, yeah I know. Bel, I can't live like this anymore!" She rose her to her feet. Trying to walk away. Bellamy grabbed her arm turning her back around.
"Don't turn your back on me! I'm your brother!-" She tears her hand back.
"Yeah my brother not my keeper." She finished flashing away.
Bellamy groaned. Little sisters can be very difficult sometimes. He's just trying to protect her. Octavia has her own ways of doing things but they aren't always good things.
Bellamy sat down slouching in the booth. He looked over at one of the blonde females in his group of men. Blonde hair and blue eyes. And she was making eyes at him. He beckoned her to him smirking as she flashed to his lap.
A/N No the girl is not Clarke. Not yet lol. I hope you enjoyed. Bellamy is a little darker maybe I mean supernatural AU duh.