AN: It's a little rough. But I have had this on my computer for a while and I'll over-edit myself if I don't just post it now. Forgive the Grammar. How's the story though? Tell me in a comment? :) Thank you!
The library was too quiet. It was empty and held memories of students who once cared and who once worked hard to change the world.
Marcus watched as the Slayer and her not-so merry band wordlessly flipped through pages and pages of old dusty books looking for any information on the latest Big Bad. Nia wanted Clarke Griffin dead – she wanted the Slayer dead so she could claim the title of The Master. After Clarke defeated The Mountain - also known as Cage Wallace - Vampires from everywhere began heading to Sunnydale in order to prove themselves by killing the famous Slayer; the Commander of Death.
Clarke may have won, but it came at a cost. Clarke died, just for a few seconds but it was long enough. Cage had drowned her and Clarke had died. Bellamy found her face down in the water and pulled her out, rushing to preform CPR, and by a pure miracle, Clarke had not stayed dead. Bellamy had saved her and Clarke had returned with a vengeance.
Cage did not stand a chance.
However, Clarke's death activated another Slayer and Anya appeared in Sunnydale a few weeks later. The two Slayers worked well together – Anya may not have liked Clarke that much but Clarke was persistent and they became friend-like. So when some random Demon killed Anya, it hit her hard. Clarke was angry. Clarke was tired of death.
Bellamy and Octavia, her two best friends held her together as she, yet again, prepared to save them all. Marcus watched the trio with pride shinning in his eyes. They were kids in high school but they were also heroes. A heavy responsibility upon the Slayers shoulders, but with her friends to share the weight they just might make it out alive.
"I can't read anymore." Bellamy dramatically closed his book with a thud.
"Could you ever read?" Octavia asked, not looking up from her own book.
Marcus stepped towards the three teenagers and removed his glasses. "Perhaps a break is long overdue. I am sure you all have a class you could be attending."
Octavia sighed, "Yeah but here we get to learn how to…" Octavia read from her book "…eviscerate the offspring of a Chaos Demon by using the liquefied intestines of an Ogre."
Bellamy grimaced and pushed his book away. "Sure. I have always wanted to know how to eviscerate… things… offspring's…"
Clarke finally looked up, although still uninterested in the light chit-chat.
Marcus moved and collected the books from the table, placing them in a neat pile. "Yes, well, the books will still be here after school."
Bellamy shot up out of his chair, eager to leave the library.
Octavia walked slightly slower beside Clarke as they all made their way out into the hallway. "Hey, how are you doing?" the dark haired girl asked her best friend.
"Clarke shrugged, "I'm fine, O. Really, I am just tiered, I guess. Marcus has had me patrolling every night since…"
"…since Anya. Got it." Octavia nodded.
"So, Echo, have you got anyone to go to the Spring Formal with?" Both girls attention shot to Bellamy who was attempting to talk to Echo – the "Queen Bee" of Sunnydale high school. "I mean, I am sure you have…" Smirks threatened to appear on the girls faces as Bellamy stumbled over his words, the confidence he started with had quickly abandoned him. "I just thought…"
"Poor guy. I should go save him." Octavia could not watch as her brothers efforts failed yet again to impress.
Clarke grabbed her arm lightly, "Let's give him a chance. Echo's not so bad."
"This is Echo we're talking about. She's going to destroy him. The ice-bitch doesn't have a nice bone in her body."
Echo just looked bored, if anything.
"So… I guess, I was just wondering… if you wanted to go with me. What do you say?"
There was a tense pause before Echo realized the boy was done babbling. "Look, just because we went through some end-of-the-world-drama last semester doesn't mean we are friends, and just because we made-out in the cleaners closet a few days ago does not mean I like you. I'm popular and you are just… you." Echo glanced past the boy toward his two shocked friends watching them before she hesitantly added "besides, people have tendency to die around you three and I have a fashion empire to build one day, so no thank you." And with that said, she spun on her heels and walked away.
Clarke and Octavia walked up to Bellamy and put their arms around him. "Don't worry, Bell. You are going to find someone waaaaaay better," Octavia commented.
"Like a cockroach," Clarke added.
"At least the cockroach would have a soul," Octavia agreed.
Bellamy shrugged his way out of their light grips "Yeah…" he mumbled as walked towards his next class with his head down.
The day past without anything too eventful happening, Bellamy rejected the idea of going to The Ark and dancing his problems away after school. Octavia decided to go home and make sure he didn't mope around too much. Clarke reported to Marcus after school, who once again, informed her that she would patrol that night.
Clarke got home and had dinner with her mother, Abigail Griffin. After aimless talk about movies, work, school, friends and the upcoming dance, Abby retired to bed.
Originally it had been hard, moving to a new town after Clarke's father died, but mother and daughter slowly adjusted. Abby moved them because she got work at Sunnydale general hospital and Clarke met her Watcher, Marcus, who guided her and taught her to become a warrior.
Clarke locked her bedroom door and mindlessly went through her routine of selecting her preferred stake, changing into dark cloths and comfortable shoes before slipping quietly out of her bedroom window and down the dark streets.
Clarke made it to The Ark by ten o'clock and to her surprise she spotted Bellamy and Octavia sitting at a table talking with a very out-of-place-looking Marcus.
"Hey guys, what are you doing here?" Clarke asked as she joined them.
"Well, I decided that instead of listening to depressing country music in the basement, I would join you tonight. Fight the good fight. Kill some Vamps! Save some damsel in distress." Bellamy grinned.
"And then would this damsel show her gratitude by going to the dance with you?" Clarke asked with a raised eyebrow.
"With everything going on, we thought it would be best to all stick together," Octavia added while her eyes drifted to the stage.
Lincoln and his band were setting up, getting ready to play a set. Clarke followed her eye line and smiled when she saw the guitar player.
"And it had nothing to do with the fact that Grounders are playing here tonight?" Clarke looked back at Octavia who was purposefully avoiding her gaze.
"Tonight however, we shall avoid the usual haunts in favour of this… club…" Marcus informed them awkwardly.
"We are hunting Vampires at The Ark?" Clarke asked.
"What? Vampires can't dance? That's an unfair stereotype," Bellamy said sarcastically and Octavia chuckled.
"Maybe they just can't dance well?" Clarke indicated to the dance floor. "There's one."
Marcus seemed stunned about how casually and quickly Clarke spotted a Vampire. There was a tall pale man dancing terribly with young brunette.
"Are you sure he's…" The Watcher started.
"Marcus, look at him; his cloths are from the 1970's." Clarke assured her Watcher.
"Still, a Slayer should be able to sense a Vampire. Sense the death and its dark essence. Not simply observe their clothing…" Marcus ranted on.
Clarke watched as the man lead the girl outside towards the alley. Without listening to what Marcus was rambling about, she went after them. The older man and the two teens left behind at the table looked at each other briefly, hesitating before following the Slayer.
To their surprise, when they entered the alley, Clarke wasn't involved in the fight at all. Clarke stood back, watching as the girl beat the none-life out of the Vampire.
As the Vampire landed on the damp ground with a thud and groaned, the girl turned around to face the four spectators. "Hey, you're Clarke Griffin?" reaching forward the girl grabbed the stake right out of Clarke's sheath. "Mind if I borrow this?" she asked rhetorically spinning back around and effortlessly stabbing the Vampire in the chest.
Octavia leaned forward to whisper in Clarke's ear, "I think there's a new Slayer in town."
After the Vampire exploded into dust the girl faced the stunned group once again, "Thanks, G. Couldn't have done it without you." She smirked and walked past them and back into the Club.
The new Slayers' name was Lexa.
Marcus had explained to them all how she was called to be a Slayer; an automatic consequence of Anya's death, and everyone accepted it for the most part. Lexa did not attend Sunnydale high school but she was often there to train with Clarke and Marcus. Lexa and Clarke split patrols so Clarke could focus a little more on school. Lexa was a good fighter; she was strong and fierce in a fight. It became clear to the new-slayer however that Clarke was avoiding spending much time alone with her.
Weeks flew by and the Vampire populations seemed to back-off, clearly aware that Sunnydale now had two Slayers. Everyone was able to continue on with life and school. Bellamy and Echo got caught making out in the janitors' closet – more than once. Lincoln asked Octavia out on a date and they were both nearly killed by a big blue demon. To his credit, Lincoln took the news about Vampires and demons and Slayers and witches – really all things supernatural – very, very well.
Marcus and Abby got rather friendly which Clarke observed carefully, unsure about her feeling regarding that just yet. Everything seemed – dare Clarke think it – normal. So when Clarke found herself wondering through the cemetery with Lexa on a patrol, a question popped into her head.
"Do you have many friends back home?" Clarke asked out of nowhere.
"Not really," Lexa replied.
"Any family?"
"What's with the personal questions, G?" Lexa stopped walking and turned to face her fellow Slayer. "Since I got here, you haven't been interested in a single thing to do with me that wasn't Slayer related."
"You're right" Clarke stated. "It's been all business."
Lexa looked taken aback by the girl's honesty. "So why do you suddenly care now?"
"Look," Clarke took in a breath and exhaled shakily, "Slayers don't live that long. It's an unfortunate fact. So I figured it would be better for both of us this way but…"
Lexa stepped closer to Clarke "But?"
Clarke starred into those deep green eyes and let go for the first time in ages, "We do what we have to, to survive, when life should be about more than just surviving. Don't we deserve more?"
Lexa's eyes became dark. "Maybe we do," she answered breathlessly.
There was a pause. Then Lexa stepped forward and slipped her hand behind Clarke's neck and gentle pulled her closer. The kiss was soft and slow. Very shy and shakily hesitant. It was intense and surprising. It was many things. So when they broke apart, Lexa licked her lips and leaned back in, Clarke stiffened and pulled back. "I can't," she blurted. "I'm not ready to be with anyone. Not yet."
Lexa let Clarke go and stepped back. The air seemed much colder without the other girls' warmth but Lexa nodded and half-smiled. "Okay."
"I just… After everything… It's too-"
"It's okay, Clarke. I'll be here," Lexa smiled a little bigger and Clarke smiled back and forced herself to stopped babbling.
"Good."
"Yeah. Good."
AN: I hope you enjoyed this sort-of-cross-over! (Parody? AU? All of the above?) Thank you for reading! - OCWD
