A/N: [crawls out of a hole in the ground] well yeah it's been nearly a year since I actually updated. Life happened. Anyway, here's a quick recap of the story so far in case you're all foggy on the details:

Bellamy's recovered from the attack on him done by the monster pack, Clarke's told him the truth and he's reacted terribly (typical) and she told him to go talk to Octavia. Meanwhile, the pack have decided that the hunters (Clarke and Finn) and the psychic (Lincoln) must die. Finn is still keeping secrets about Raven and her status as a werewolf, which is making Clarke incredibly suspicious about him.

Eleven

Octavia found her brother sitting on the floor, staring at a sigil she scribbled there.

"Bellamy?" she asked, worried. "What happened?"

"Clarke told me she's a hunter," he said tonelessly. Octavia's heart clenched. This was it.

"And what do you think of that?" she asked.

Bellamy just sighed. "She told me to ask you," he said, avoiding the question. Typical Bellamy.

"Ask me about what?" she asked, wondering what on earth she could say to convince her brother.

"What happened to you," he said softly.

"Oh," Octavia said, looking away.

"You don't have to talk about it," he said quickly. Octavia looked back up at him. He looked worried.

"I should –need to tell you," she said evenly. The decision felt right. "It might be the only way this makes sense."

Bellamy nodded, and gestured for Octavia to continue.

She took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves. No matter how much she wanted to tell him the truth, the memories were still hard to talk about. "I didn't leave because I wanted to, or because someone else made me. I was possessed," she said. "I know you don't believe in that, but that's what happened.

"It got into me – crawled inside my head and I lost control of my own body. Most of the time, it didn't even let me see what was going on."

"Where did it take you?" Bellamy asked. Octavia felt a tiny bit relieved he wasn't just knocking her back.

"Wherever it wanted to go," Octavia said. "The – the demon had a thing about hurting people. Sometimes, it'd make me watch."

Bellamy didn't say anything to that, but he could see the tension in his shoulders.

"I wanted to do something, break out, scream, something, but it kept me trapped in there. Clarke was the one who found me – she got rid of the demon."

"Was that when you called me?"

She nodded, the memory making a tight knot of emotion settle in her chest. She'd been so relieved then, to have her own body back – to speak of her own free will and move without restraint. "Yeah, I called you then."

"What happened to the demon?"

"Clarke exorcised it. She sent it back to hell."

"Hell," he said a little weakly.

"Yeah. I try not to think about it," Octavia said, trying for a joke and falling flat.

"Will it come back?"

"No," Octavia said, and put her hand on her necklace. "Clarke gave this to me as protection. It means I can't be possessed."

"It's real?"

"Yeah," Octavia replied. "I want to get it tattooed – like hers."

"You're not doing that," Bellamy said with a frown, back into big-brother mode.

"It's a better option than just having a necklace. Safer too – it's not as easy to get rid of. If I want to do this, I need to protect myself."

"Do what?" he asked carefully.

"Clarke's been training me – showing me how to protect myself against Demons, amongst other things."

Bellamy frowned.

"I know you disapprove, but Clarke saved my life – I might have died if she hadn't gotten rid of the demon."

"A demon," Bellamy echoed. "A demon."

"It sounds insane, I know, but it's the truth," Octavia insisted, feeling like a broken record. Was he just humouring her or was he actually finally starting to see the truth?

"I," he said with a sigh. "I believe you."

"You do?" she asked sceptically.

"Do you remember when mom died?" Bellamy said softly.

"No, of course not," Octavia said. Those memories were too old.

"Well, when she died, a couple of FBI agents came into investigate, but – I think they were like Clarke," Bellamy explained. "And whatever they were hunting killed out mom."

"What?" Octavia said sharply, head spinning.

It wasn't possible.

No.

But.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"I – I think so," Bellamy said. He sounded a little shaky. "I never wanted to believe, but the things that have happened, and what Clarke told me. It's too much of a coincidence to not be true."

"I would've thought you would've been angrier."

"I yelled at Clarke," he admitted.

Octavia rolled her eyes. "Of course. Did you apologise?"

Bellamy looked away.

"You should say sorry," she said.

"I will."

"You better," she said, wondering if she'd have to push her brother into it. He'd already taken so long to accept Clarke was a good person, so maybe this would take a while.

/

Finn waits on the edge of the forest, tapping a knife nervously against his thigh.

"Careful," a voice says from behind him. "Those are dangerous."

Finn smiled and turned around. "I think I can handle it," he said with a smile.

Raven laughed at him. "Sure," she said, her smile bright, but then turned serious. "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?" he asked.

"The pack," Raven said. "I saw them meeting. They're going to kill you."

Finn swore. "Are you sure they meant all of us?"

"The hunters and the psychic. They're coming for you. In fact, we shouldn't have met here. It's not safe."

"I can protect myself," Finn said.

Raven shook her head. "You don't know these guys. They're powerful."

"I can't tell Clarke – she'll figure it out."

"You need to tell her, Finn."

"It's not safe if she knows."

"You need to."

"She could kill you."

Raven bares her teeth. They're somehow sharper than Finn remembered, and an uncomfortable weight settled in his stomach. "I can take them," she replied.

"You could still get hurt," he insisted. There was still so much unknown about this pack, and despite the fact Raven had already managed to get to one of them, she couldn't take out an entire pack herself.

"It doesn't matter if I die," she snapped.

"I'll find a cure," Finn insisted. "You'll be free soon."

Raven shook her head. "Don't you get it? I'm stuck like this. Hunters aren't supposed to live like this."

"I'll find something," Finn promised and pulled her in for a hug.

Raven pressed her face against his chest for a moment before pulling away. "You need to go," she said. "And tell Clarke."

Finn nodded, but he still wasn't sure. Raven's secret was her own, and there was no way he'd be able to figure out a way to warn Clarke about this without exposing that. Clarke would try to kill Raven, and he didn't think he could handle that. They'd destroy each other. So, in a way, he was keeping them both safe like this.

"I'll do what I can," he said finally, and then politely turned away, but not before he saw the disappointed look on Raven's face.

/

Much to her disappointment, the journal didn't reveal anything new. After her conversation with Lincoln, Clarke had poured through the pages, desperately trying to find some sort of answers. But there was nothing.

Found monsters in Ark. Don't go back, her father had written, just that one small line and nothing more.

Clarke glanced her at her phone where it sat on the table. She'd been lurking in the café for an hour now, unsure of where else to go. Would Bellamy try to kick her out again? She had no idea; though she liked to think Octavia might be able to talk him down, maybe even convince him neither of them was crazy.

But that didn't solve the problem of the phone call.

Maybe Lincoln was right, as much as she hated to admit it. She wondered morbidly if her mother had already thought she'd died – after all, most people thought she was too at this point. It was no secret she'd been in more dangerous hunts than not, but she was good at her job. It was why she was here, following her family's legacy in the best way she could.

Clarke picked up her phone and stared at it. Could she do it?

Never talk to me ever again, Clarke had said the last time she'd seen her mother. It was a couple of days after her father had died, the ash from his bonfire still staining the ground. Clarke had spent most of those days in silence, unable to process the horrible thing that had happened.

Jake Griffin had been a good man, and he'd died so awfully.

And she'd told her mother it was all her fault.

Clarke swallowed against the memory. She'd been avoiding thinking about it for so long now, pushing it away with every mile she moved away from where her mother last was.

She knew she was running away. But maybe now was it – there were people out there, dying because she had no idea what to do. This could be when she tried to fix things.

Clarke looked around and picked up her stuff, leaving a handful of bills on the table as she made her way outside. This wasn't a call she wanted an audience for.

She dialled the number from memory, praying it was still in use. For a few heart-stopping moments, nothing happened, then she heard it ring. Two times.

Three.

Four.

Maybe I should just -

"Hello?"

A/N: The Drama Begins. Or, well, it goes on. I know it's been so long, but Life just turned into this big thing and I got caught up in a bunch of other projects (including, but not limited to, fic). It's funny bc I actually made (well, produced) a film about demonic possession recently (it was incredibly fun (and funny) and coming soon to a video site near you)

So yeah, basically what spawned this was someone sent me an ask on tumblr about it and because I've finished a bunch of other things, I have more time to devote to this and I definitely want to get it done asap. Expect another update within the week and please hold me to it.

find me on tumblr agentalien (new url wow).