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Warnings for betrayal, someone being forced to be a vampire, stalking and mentions in the past of people thinking about forcing themselves on the woman they love.
No sex in this fic, but since it references the vampires thinking about previously possibly forcing themselves on Clarke, the rating is there.
This story might not make sense, if you haven't read Dinofuryjaws's Betrayal stories and Dark desires on Archive, all of which are a tribute to WolfHowlRunner61's Her Guardians series.
A lot of the things said in this fic, are said in the very last part of Dinofuryjaws's Betrayal stories, in the last one, "Her last heartbeat."
The sinners' duty
The vampires, all of which, Clarke Griffin's mates, knew that what they were doing, was a sin. Because how could keeping so many things from their mate, luring her out to the house in Pennsylvania, under the pretense of it being an innocent vocational trip, only to finally tell her that they were going to turn her into a vampire, whether she liked it or not?
They were committing the worst of betrayals to their mate. So, Wanda, Natasha, Shayera, Diana, Carol, Hela and the others, all knew that they could not be so easily forgiven for what they had done to Clarke Griffin, their beloved.
Still, they knew that it would hurt, when they told Clarke the truth.
They paused the movie that they'd been watching, which was the black and white Dracula movie with Bela Lugosi as its lead, and asked Clarke for her attention. And the sweet girl agreed and paid them complete and utter attention.
"Clarke, I'm sorry, but there's something we need to tell you." Natasha began, "You know we love you, right?"
Clarke looked confused at this. "Of course, I know that," she said, "Nat, what's going on?" Clarke looked at all the other vampires, "Is everything alright? Is it the rest of the coven? Are Sam, Steve and the others alright?"
Natasha and the others couldn't stop themselves from smiling and chuckling. They assured Clarke that their coven was safe and alright.
Wanda smiled sadly at Clarke, such love coming off of her, as it did the other women in the group.
Clarke loved so selflessly. It was amazing that she was the mate to all of them.
And it would destroy them, now that they were to break her heart and betray her.
Silently communicating, the vampires looked to each other, as they explained the situation gently to their mate, their darling, deciding when they should finally give Clarke the news. They were promising her that everything was okay. Clarke told them that whatever it was? They could tell her.
Wanda and Natasha met each other's eyes, sadness flowing through them.
This was going to hurt Clarke. Severely.
As the vampires observed Clarke's expression, they could see that Clarke was becoming insecure, most likely believing that they were going to leave her and that she would never see them again, or feared that they would tell her that they had realized that they didn't actually love her.
But she had nothing to worry about. At least, not about that.
They weren't going to abandon Clarke. If anything, they had just the opposite intention.
Oh, they were going to be hurting Clarke's heart, alright. But not in the way she believed they would.
They hoped that one day, she could forgive them. But they knew better than to count on it, anytime soon.
What they were about to do, was betrayal. In every sense of the word.
Finally, they got to the subject of Clarke's mortality. And Clarke's eyes widened, realizing where this was going, or at least beginning to realize what avenue of topics they were on.
She assured them, told them that she was still young and healthy, and that they had several decades to be with her.
And hearing that? It was so bittersweet for all of the vampires.
Wanda and Natasha met each other's sad gazes again. Hela, however, unlike all the others, unlike Wanda, Natasha, Diana, Jennifer, Mari, Tora and even Anastasia, decided to cut to it and she said the words, chuckling, "Actually, we're going to have centuries with you. Whether you like it or not."
The vampires watched Clarke's expression, seeing the blonde slowly begin to understand where exactly this was going.
Wanda and Diana both were grateful, when they heard Natasha's words coming out, the redhead, as always, one of the most reasonable amongst them, "Clarke, we can't lose you. We just can't. And even if we had a thousand years with you, till you died of old age, that wouldn't be enough for us. Don't you see? That's why we brought you here. So that you wouldn't hurt anyone after we turned you."
And the vampires watched, all tense, as Clarke finally comprehended.
They could see the denial all over Clarke's face, before she laughed out nervously, "You…you guys are joking, right?"
Natasha shook her head, trying to ignore the pain in her heart at destroying Clarke's trust in them like this, "We're not. We're going to turn you today, Clarke. Last night was your last night as a human being. We'll hope you accept, but we don't need your permission to turn you."
And what a pleasurable night it had been. They always made sure sex with Clarke was nothing but pleasurable. However, they were even more attentive than usual last night, knowing that they were going to drop a massive and heartbreaking bombshell on Clarke the next day.
They could see the painful realization all over Clarke's young and trusting face. "No, you said," she began, taking a panicked breath and the vampires fought the need to take Clarke into their arms, to comfort her, knowing that there was no comforting her right now, "You said you'd never force me into anything."
"We said we'd never force ourselves on you sexually," Diana said, "We've never lied about that, even if we felt tempted to at times, when we heard you with all of your partners during college. We never swore anything about not turning you against your will. We just didn't want to."
And they hadn't lied about that. As much as it had hurt them to hear Clarke with all of her former partners for years, they hadn't lied. As much as some part of them had wished to storm into Clarke's dorm and grab her, pin her to the bed and take her over and over again, they hadn't and had worked hard to never lose control like that. Oh, they had wanted to. But they had known doing so would be unforgivable.
But that was what they had meant when they had said that. They had said that they'd never force themselves on Clarke sexually, in any capacity. And they had meant it.
However, they had never said anything about not forcing Clarke to be a vampire.
It was specifically why they had said what they had said to Clarke, when they had made her that promise.
Clarke's vampires, her protectors and stalkers, they had manipulated this situation well. Telling her exactly what they needed to, to make Clarke feel safe, when truly, they were planning this whole time to deceive her and turn her against her will.
They were terrible. They knew that. They were sinners in every way imaginable.
Perhaps for this alone, they were unforgivable. However, they'd do it for Clarke again, in a second.
This was their choice, and their price, as they watched Clarke's face become flooded with comprehension, horror and fear.
"That's why you brought me here," Clarke whispered, shuddering, "You wanted to make sure I didn't have a way of escaping."
"Yes," Diana said, and then went on to tell Clarke that it was to keep Clarke from attacking anyone in the next few years.
Several of the vampires winced as Diana delivered that news. Because what could prepare Clarke for knowing that she wasn't going to be seeing her family again for that long? They had hoped to tell her more delicately than this. But they all realized that there was no avoiding the harshness of this. The severity of their betrayal.
As Clarke understood, she mumbled about her family and about her darling baby brother, Nathaniel. As she called him, "Natey."
"They'll see you again," Natasha said, and even as she said it, she knew that her words sounded intensely foreboding, "But only after you have some control over yourself and you won't attack any human beings. That will take a few years. But no longer than that. Don't worry. You will get to be with them again."
"No," Clarke said, getting worked up now, "You can't…I don't want to. I won't let you make me into a vampire."
Again, the vampires fought the need to hold Clarke, to comfort her. Because they, and Clarke, all knew that there was nothing Clarke could do to stop them.
She was helpless to whatever they chose to do.
As they all were aware of that, it was like an invisible signal went off. And all of them stood up from the couch and circled around Clarke.
"Clarke," Yelena began, "Do you really think you can stop us?"
All of the vampires practically felt Clarke's fear and panic, her growing horror of what was about to happen.
And as they surrounded Clarke, they saw that Clarke shuddered, understanding the situation she was in now.
Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Diana, Tora, Dinah, all of them, they all knew that they were about to commit what most likely was an unforgivable sin. And that there was a very real possibility that Clarke would never trust them again after this.
They knew they had to do this. For Clarke's safety. However, it didn't change that it made them feel vile.
Almost as vile as they felt that night when they'd stood outside of Clarke's dorm, staring up yearningly at Clarke's window, imagining creeping in, sneaking up on Clarke whilst she was sleeping, pulling the sheets from her body, holding her down to the bed, tearing her clothes off and each of them having their way with her repeatedly, ignoring her screams and pleas for them to stop.
Then again, knowing how insatiable Clarke was sexually, would she have even pleaded for them to stop?
It was thoughts like those that made all of the realize that Clarke deserved so much better than lustful monsters like them. However, this? This was duty, not a pleasurable horror to commit. A sin, yes, but a duty, as well.
However, they knew they were sinners. In every sense of the word. And what they were doing, while a dutiful act, was still a terrible sin.
Clarke began backing up, and Wanda, Natasha, Hela, Diana, Mari, Yelena, Melina and the rest of the vampires all followed her.
"I might not be able to stop you," Clarke said as she backed away, "But you know I won't forgive you for this, right?"
Tora zoomed over to the door that Clarke was trying to get to and placed herself between Clarke and the door. "We know," Tora said, looking at the now terrified Clarke, "But we'd rather you be safe from everything and hate us for eternity, than risk watching you die of disease or old age."
Did Clarke know that she would never be able to outrun them? Yes, she must have. However, it didn't surprise any of the vampires, when after Tora had said that, the blonde took off running for the stairs going down into the cellar.
Hela, Yelena and Anastasia almost ran after her, but Diana, Melina, Natasha and the others held their hands up. There was no need. Even if Clarke got outside? She'd never make it. They would always be able to catch up with her.
Right now, it wasn't just Clarke that was biding time, it was them, as well.
They were desperately trying to give her time to process all this. To recover. To accept.
They heard Clarke get out of the door downstairs, and heard her running to the forest. There were main roads, past the forest. However, that didn't matter. She would never get there in time. And even if she did? There were so few cars that went by on that road, that it was unlikely anyone would come by and see what was happening.
They heard the panting and the frantic gasps coming out of Clarke and many of them sighed, realizing that Clarke wasn't going to accept this.
"Now?" Hela asked, almost hungrily, desperate as the rest of them to keep Clarke safe forever.
Natasha nodded, unable to do anything else. "Now," she confirmed, and said without even looking at the others, her eyes steeled in resolve, "Diana, Shayera, Hela. Bring her back."
Hela grinned, her hunger almost showing off a vicious edge and she and Shayera and Diana sped fast out of the house, into the yard and into the forest, gaining on her in seconds.
Wanda almost whimpered when she heard Clarke whisper, "How could all of you? How could you do this? I trusted all of you. How could you?"
Wanda shared a pained gaze with Natasha, who held Wanda's eye for a moment before closing her eyes sadly.
They then heard Diana's voice say, "Because we love you, sweet girl. That's how."
They heard Clarke then being dragged back by all three Diana, Shayera and Hela to the house.
Now, it easily could have been done by only one of them. Each of them was stronger than a dozen full-grown, muscled body builders. However, it took three of them, because one of them was restraining Clarke by pulling her back, and one of them was to restrain her arms and the other was to restrain her head to make sure she didn't throw it back while struggling. Just because they were strong, didn't mean they'd be able to control every single body part and keep her from harming herself.
Thinking of that made Wanda chuckle sadly. They were the worst types of sinners. However, they saw their duty through, well.
Finally, Clarke said, "If you love me, then don't do this to me."
Clarke was trying to get out of this, in every way she could. But it wouldn't work.
Wanda winced and she opened her eyes to look at the other vampires in the room. Anastasia and Sable both growled. Felicia, Jennifer, Yelena, Mari and Helena all flinched. Thundra, Tora, Sigrid, Hope, Melina, Gamora and Nebula all looked sorrowful. Sif and Beatriz tried to keep their expressions calm and unbothered. Dinah, Maria and Carol tensed up, looking like they knew the sin they were about to commit. And Brunnhilde looked away from the front door, as if afraid of seeing Clarke coming through with the other three and looking at all of them with rage and heartbreak on her face. Natasha had a sad smile on her face. A sad smile as if she had always known that this day was coming. That it would always be done against Clarke's will.
Wanda hated that, because she knew it was the truth, most likely. Clarke? She would never have let them sire her willingly.
She was too afraid of becoming dangerous around human beings. She was selfless. People thought her callous and uncaring, when they heard of how many people she had slept with and had kicked to the curb. But that couldn't be further from the truth.
She loved so selflessly and wished no harm to anyone. Not really.
And her becoming a vampire would no doubt, possibly endanger that.
However, none of the vampires cared. All they cared about, was Clarke's safety. To spend all of eternity with her.
Hela said exactly what all of them were thinking. Hela said, "We are going to sire you, even if it's without your permission, precisely because we love you."
This time, Natasha actually chuckled grimly and Wanda couldn't help but echo that laugh. Because wasn't this what they'd always been meant to do? Protect their mate? Their beloved little girl?
Without question, and without needing Clarke's permission.
Clarke was their reason for being. To be there for her and protect her was their purpose.
So, for them to sire her without her permission, while vile, was simply doing what they needed to do, for her sake.
So, even when Clarke called all of them monsters, saying, "You really are monsters," and they each experienced the verbal blow like a slap, they all were certain they all understood the same thing. That this was always meant to happen, and they were meant to protect her like this.
Even if she didn't realize that this was what was best for her.
"Clarke, there's nothing you can say or do to get out of this. It's time," Natasha said, holding the same understanding of what they must do, as all of them did.
And when Clarke tried to bolt, Wanda and Hela met each other's eyes and they came to the same choice at the same time.
And they both used their magic.
Clarke was trapped in the physical position she was in and was sent back slowly, to be pinned against the wall.
Clarke already must have known who was responsible, because she glared at both Wanda and Hela.
Wanda could only smile sadly at Clarke, hoping one day she'd understand.
After Diana tried to reassure Clarke again and Clarke threw out some angry choice words at them again, that was when all four Diana, Mari, Anastasia and Thundra closed in.
Thundra and Mari bit into Clarke's throat and Diana and Anastasia bit into her wrists and all of them fed.
Many of the vampires looked away. They each could feel each other's sadness over having to watch this, to feel their darling's heartbeat slow down, to hear her fearful whimpers and know that she was crying at their betrayal the whole time.
Their duty was still somehow made even more stained in debauchery, as they could smell Clarke's blood perfectly and knew how good it would taste. Knew that each of them wished to be a part of making Clarke a vampire, by stealing her human life, before giving the young woman her immortal one.
It was truly distasteful how they wished to drain Clarke of her blood, before giving her new blood. And it sullied their intentions. However, there was a certain poetic terribleness to it, to what they were doing.
For wasn't all duty technically, an act of love? And didn't all duty result in committing some heinous acts, for that love?
Wanda, Natasha and Helena moved to Clarke, stroking her hair, wiping her tears away and kissing her forehead.
Natasha whispered into her ear, words of tenderness, telling Clarke in Russian, "That they all loved her," amongst other things, even if they all knew that Clarke wouldn't listen.
They knew that Clarke was far from fluent in Russian, but they were all certain that Clarke understood the soft tone and meaning in Natasha's words.
After a long while, they finally heard Clarke's heart getting close to stopping. And that was when Natasha and Hela moved in.
It was agreed by all of them before this trip, that Clarke was to have Natasha and Hela's blood fed to her. A half Strigoi and a half Draugr. She would be almost unstoppable.
They forced Clarke's mouth open and after Natasha and Hela bit their wrists open, putting their wrists to Clarke's mouth, they poured the blood down Clarke's throat.
Clarke's last, heartbreaking word was a whimpered out, "No….," as she began to fade and sag down against the wall.
The rest of the vampires could practically feel Diana, Anastasia, Thundra, Mari, Natasha and Hela's triumph, as Natasha whispered against Clarke's ear in English, so sure that she and the rest of them were protecting her, "Don't be afraid, little one."
"We'll take care of you for all of eternity," Hela said against Clarke, snickering in delight as she watched their mate descend into becoming a vampire eventually.
They knew that that was the last thing Clarke heard before the beginning of her transformation.
She slumped down, eyes closing and her heart stopped, then her body began to convulse slightly, indicating how the blood was transforming her.
They slowly lowered Clarke to the floor, all of them watching with conviction and sadness in their eyes.
They knew this was a terrible thing to do to her. But they had done many terrible things over time, in her name. Starting with killing her mother when Clarke was young, taking Abby Griffin and Markus Kane's life all those years ago. It didn't change that this was still an awful betrayal.
One they would happily do again, if it meant protecting Clarke.
Their mate. Their beloved. Their world. Their sun. Their moon. She would be safe now. For eternity. They would bathe forever in the oceans of their crime for this. But they all knew that each and every one of them would do it all over again.
All of them would do it all over again for Clarke Griffin. For them, it was a duty that they would happily do again and again. If it was a sin to love this deeply, and with this much devotion? Then none of them saw any reason to regret it.
Author's note:
Something occurred to me, after I posted this story, so, I'm adding this note. Are there rules against quoting another author's fic? Because I've put a lot of sentences from Dinofuryjaws's fic, "Her last heartbeat" in this, so, I just want to know if that's okay. If someone knows if there are rules against that, I would be grateful for them to inform me. And it would be easy enough for me to edit the story so that the plot still happens, but I'm not quoting several sentences from the actual story this is inspired by.
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