Clarke stood in front of the window, her hands resting on the stone ledge that separated her and the drop that would follow should she lean too far forward. Not that the thought of dropping scared her, in fact she had thought many times of what it would be like to to simply fall. Would she finally feel something ? Would the rush of anticipating her own death as the floor neared her encourage anything from within her. She would gladly welcome fear, anything that was more than what she had felt for a long time. Nothing. She looked down at the cracks that had slowly made themselves known over the years, tearing up the once perfectly architect-ed building that was constructed by her ancestors many years ago. Sure it was still more than strong enough to withstand a few more hundred years but just like her it had taken its share of events to cause a more unstable and rigid structure.

She looked up from the windowsill to look further, further beyond the walls outside that created a barrier between one world and another. It had been so long since she had been outside those walls, she was not forced or confided behind them but her mind was not what it once was. The walls of the room in which she stood were once lit so brightly, but each torch had withered out and died all that time ago. It reminded Clarke of the spark she once had. When the final torch had burnt out that faithful day, Clarke had also felt her own life wither out and die with it. She no longer had the spark of life she once had so she stayed. As the old, rigid walls decayed a little more each day, Clarke felt like everything she is had decayed with it. It did not matter though, nothing did anymore. It hadn't since the day everything changed.

The day her mother and father were killed.

Her parents were the most powerful of vampires. Vampires strength increased with every pure vampire blood line that was passed down from one generation to the next . The Griffins blood line had been the longest running blood line of all vampires . This technically should of meant Clarke was more powerful than even her parents were. But she wasn't, not now, she was merely a shell of what was once a powerful and mighty vampire. Of course with her parents having being the most powerful they were respected by all others. All answered to them but never out of fear. Only out of respect. Rightfully by blood Clarke should of taken over the line when they were killed and lead her people but she couldn't. She had no fight in her anymore, nothing that once ran through her blood and came so natural to her was there anymore. She had been drained of everything.

She paused as a powerful howl erupted through the air, the same howl she heard every night . It haunted her. Her fists clenched into tight balls, Knuckles turning white as her hands began to shake. She may not have much left in her but that howl, no matter how many times she hears it, it always sent something through her body. Anger ? sadness ? weakness ? . No, it was none. Maybe it should of been a mixture of all 3 but she was no longer capable of committing to any feeling anymore. It caused her fist to ball up yes, but other than that there was nothing really. Just a thought of wanting to feel something that pulled at her but nothing ever followed through with it. So this is why her fists were already now relaxing back to where they were, until tomorrow when she would hear it again. Just like she had heard it every night not long after her parents were taken 10 years ago.

"One day, I will kill you" she promises into the empty night sky.

"Is ten years not a long enough time to of waited already". Clarke makes no effort to turn around and look at the woman she knew would be giving her a pointed look.

"Maybe I am just waiting for the right time" Clarke replies void of any sort of emotion. Truth is she had no idea what she was waiting for.

"What, you mean when she decides to come back and kill more of those close to you. Were your parents not enough ? Does their death mean anything to you?" she growled. Raven wasn't really angry at Clarke, she was pushing Clarke. She had been for years. Always pushing her to try and gain any reaction back. Trying to poke what she hoped was just a very long sleeping bear. Unearthing the powerful creature she knew lay dormant. She wanted her friend back. But as usual, nothing came.

Raven should of been used to this by now but she still felt her anger begin to bubble from within her. Ten years had been far too long now. How many more would it take? No she wouldn't have it. Another 10 years would not go by watching her friend this way. She wouldn't allow it. So she pushed further.

"How can you stand there and say nothing ? How is it the people you were supposed to lead have been fighting this on-going war for ten years to avenge your parents, and you, you stand there in front of you damn window every fucking night like you have no vengeance of your own to fulfill. No loyalty." Raven stepped closer to Clarke hoping this would at least get her friend to face her. But it didn't. "I have fought to honor your family, to honor you, every fucking day. Every night I come here to you, I wait Clarke. I have waited for so long for you to come back, and you give me nothing. Would you even care if I never waked back through those gates again ?"

Clarke said nothing. She once again felt the nagging feeling of wanting to feel but just like every other day it dissipated just as quickly as it came so she kept quiet. She just looked out into the forest of endless trees. The same trees she had seen thousands of endless nights.

Raven felt a growl escape her throat. How could she not even say she would feel anything over losing her. In fact she knew why, she knew this was not to be taken personal. Clarke had after all been this way since her parents but that didn't stop the anger and swirl of emotions that erupted within her. She loved her and she had spent far too long missing her. She may not of loved her in a sense of wanting to be with her but she still had a strong love for her.

Clarke had been the one who had given Raven her immortality and given her a new meaning of life. She had trained her and made her the vampire she was today. This meant Raven had grown to hold a special bond and love for her sire, just like any sire and sired held for each other. So watching her dwindle to nothing had hurt raven in deeper ways than others. She needed Clarke to say she cared that she still felt that bond between them both still too. She rushed over to Clarke in a super natural speed.

"Look at me dammit" she growled taking Clarke's arm and spinning her round to face her as she did so. Clarke did as Raven wished and looked her in the eyes. Raven felt a pull of sadness sweep it's way through her as she stared back at those empty, dull, grey eyes. "Would losing me matter to you?" she asks again.

Clarke could not answer. She wanted too. She wanted to answer the woman who was so desperate in front of her. But what could she say, she felt nothing. But because she felt nothing that did not mean she wanted to hurt the brunette in front of her. But nor did she care to lie. So calmly she moved her arm from Ravens grasp and turned her body back to the window once again focusing on nothing she had not seen before.

Raven Hissed her eyes dulling ever so slightly. She turned on her heels and stormed out the door only to shoulder barge straight into another. She didn't need to look at their face to know who it was. She could smell them, if she wasn't so wrapped up in Clarke a few moments ago she would of smelled him coming.

"What's going on here ? " He asks sternly. He had caught on some of their conversation on his way with his enhanced hearing that all vampires had acquired. But he asks anyway wanting it clarified.

Raven looks behind her shoulder to see Clarke still unfazed looking out the window. "Nothing, nothing is going on" She replies holding back a tremor in her throat.

She turns her head back to Bellamy fully expecting him to demand more. But instead he simply nods. " Go watch the walls with the others" He orders looking past her and through to Clarke, Raven could tell he had wanted her friend for years. She could always smell the want that always lingered around him when he was near Clarke. Even if Clarke did have it in her to want him in return Raven would never allow it. He may be there leader but she did not trust him. She had always trusted her instincts, Clarke had taught her too, and he always smelt and emitted an aura that just felt wrong.

"Yes Sir" She nodded dipping her head just low enough that it could be acknowledged. She would never fully bow to him. He was not supposed to be there leader. It was supposed to be Clarke, everything about Bellamy was wrong. The Griffins had always radiated a graceful and powerful yet respectful scent, even when you did not mean to bow the power that surrounded them would have you to your knees in such occasions. But Bellamy he had nothing, his power came from those who followed him , be it from fear, loyalty or just plain ignorance. Bowing did not come to so effortlessly towards him as it did the Griffins. She even still had the urge to bow when in the presence of Clarke, but it was weak enough to resist. What would even be the point to give into the urge anyway. Clarke was gone.

Bellamy watched Raven go feeling the anger in the air disperse as she did so. He did not like the way raven would always come to Clarke but what reason did he really have to put a stop to it. It's not like she would get through to her anyway, she was too far gone.

"I brought you something to keep your strength up" He reached over and took Clarke's hand placing a bag of blood into her palm "You know the drill" He smiled knowing he would not get one in return but it did not matter. Being near Clarke was something he looked forward to every night. Even if it was to ensure she drank.

Clarke knowing he wouldn't leave until she had drank picked up the bag and blindly brought it to her mouth. She sighed and brought out her razor sharp fangs before piercing the bag and draining the contents dry. Even blood didn't seem to give her the same euphoric feeling it seemed to give the others. She placed the empty bag into Bellamy's hand and as usual he placed a hand on her shoulder. "Until tomorrow" With that he removed his hand and turned about to walk out till he was stopped in his tracks.

Another Howl filled the air. It rippled through his ears, he could hear the sadness that went with it. He smirked satisfied with this. " One day Clarke we will get her, I will get her for you. I'll do anything for you. I will put that Bitches head on a spike and display it on the grounds in front of your window so you can finally look out that window and see what you deserve. Revenge".

He turned to walk away again. "I . I will get my revenge Bellamy, I will avenge my parents. I will kill Lexa"

A satisfied grin appeared on his face. He did not say anymore. He was more than happy to end the night on those words having left Clarke's lips.

Once Clarke had finished her sentence she locked her eyes in the direction of the howls. It always came from the same place. On a mountain out to the right. The mountain was close enough to see but too far to see any sort of detail or thing that may occupy it. She wanted to break out of what ever this was. She wanted to feel something, why couldn't she ?. She would never know. All she did know is one day she wanted the psychological shackles that bound her and her emotions to break. So she could find it in her to do just what she had said. To Kill Lexa.

She weaved between the trees at speeds that to the human eye were to fast to focus on. Making her somewhat of a large blur moving through the forest. She had run this way every night. For that reason she could weave these trees with her eyes closed and get to where she wanted to be without so much of a scratch. But she didn't close them. She kept them open, a determination in her forest green eyes. She needed to get there and soon she could feel the emotions simmering inside her, The urge to howl was bursting in her throat but she couldn't. Not here she was to close to the pack, they couldn't hear the pain that would surely fill the air for miles in all directions.

Her paws effortlessly found themselves one in front of the other as the still air rustled through her thick fur caused by the speed she was colliding through it with. She was nearly there, not too much longer. She swallowed down the howl that was again circulating in the back of her throat. She pushed her legs faster to gain the distance she so desperately needed. Every night this happened, she would well up with emotions too great for her to contain. At first she would howl openly and freely in front of her pack but as time went on she knew more was expected of her. She needed to lead and be strong, so here she found herself, fleeing to the same spot she had been for so long to release the feelings that nor her human or wolf form could contain.

There. She saw the bottom of the mountain , pushing her legs to go faster she began to ascend the mountain. Her body far to use to this trip to feel any sort of burn or tiredness, that still did not stop her from pushing herself further. Her wet nose began picking up the scent that she knew drew her to this exact spot. As she came further to the top of the mountain the smell hit her nostrils further. Finally she could see it. The castle that housed the very people she was to war with. She was close enough for her wolf senses to pick up the scent of the creatures she had come to hate. She was too far to be seen or smelt by them though, even with there sharp eyesight and sense of smell. She could not see them either from this distance but her wolf like snout was much more sensitive to that of a vampires nose so she could smell them clearly. She closed her eyes lifting her nose in the air. She was searching, searching for the smell of one in particular. The one who once had her heart and whose heart she once had, at least she thought she did. It was noting but a lie, a lie in order to get closer to her family.

Her eyes flew open and a whimper escaped her throat as she caught on to the smell, she sifted out the rest and concentrated on the weak smell that she knew belonged to the one who broke her heart and betrayed her. The smell was only getting weaker as time went on though she did not know what this meant. She felt her throat vibrating as the anger stirred up again, anger in herself as well as the blond, anger from the fact that she still found herself drawn to this scent. It was harder for wolves though. They only ever truly bonded with one person. For this reason she pined for the smell. But she hated her, hated what she had done to her. She loved her and all she got in return was betrayal and heartache. She let a deep growl escape through her teeth as the anger seethed through her. When the time came she would make sure she was ready. After all she was the Alpha of all wolves. She had been since her parents (the previous Alpha and Omega) were killed. So she would be ready to kill the woman who had broken her and killed them, because she was Heda and She would kill Clarke Griffin.

With that though the black wolf filled her lungs with air and raised her head to the sky belting out a pain staking howl that traveled across the mountains and forest.