This chapter starts out from Clarke's POV then switches back to Bellamy's POV. It begins on the Saturday after the Wednesday night bonfire. Clarke was born in 1890 so her speech will be a little strange and old fashioned. Also, sorry for this being a shorter chapter… and for taking so long to update. I promise chapter 5 will come faster. Enjoy :')

Chapter Four

It's a helpless feeling. Here I am, crouched upon a branch outside his window yet I've not an inkling of what he's thinking. It's been over a hundred years and I've read every mind that passed by. Then there's Bellamy. He's sat on his bed reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, fixing his reading glasses every few minutes. It was the third classic novel I've seen him crack open since he moved here (and the third sketch I've drawn of his reading). This was… strange. People his age don't bother with the timelessness of classic literature. They'd rather "get drunk" or "get laid." Reading millennial minds can be quite exhausting and irritating. But not Bellamy's. I may not be able to read his mind but I know that if I could, it would be beautiful.

But now that I've healed him with my blood it's probably all he's been able to think about. He's spent his entire Spring break googling 'fanged creatures' 'blood that heals' 'mythological creatures' 'are vampires real' 'are angels real' 'are demons real.' He keeps a notepad near his laptop to jot down the possibilities.

A part of me wants Bellamy to figure it out. Telling him myself would only endanger him. But if he realized on his own, I wouldn't have to hide anymore. Maybe then he'd understand why I must stay away. His scent is the single most intoxicating, addicting drug I've ever known. I lust for his veins in a way no human has ever made me feel. The intense desire scared me. In fact, the temptation angered me. I know I could never hurt Bellamy, but I'd never trust the monster in me.

I finished up my sketch and smirked at the resemblance. The jawline was perfect. The shaggy black hair and slight cleft in his chin were where they needed to be. I even placed the freckles just right. It wasn't really a smirk of pride, just relief that I'd always have something proper to look back on once I'm gone. I pray to the Gods he can forget about me.

Bellamy's POV

Other than the fact that Spring Break here feels like the middle of winter, it was okay for the most part. Sure I now know a whole gigabyte of useless mythology, but I never had a Spring Break quite like this one. I went on a mountain run in the frigid cold, broke my leg, nearly bled to death and was saved by a girl who might be a vampire. I also might be falling for that girl.

Now I wait for Clarke in the school parking lot. There was a thick overcast, barely any sunlight peeping through the clouds. So, if I'm right… she'll be here today.

A black Corvette crept into the lot and took a spot furthest away from me. It was Clarke. She stepped out, turned to face my direction and leaned against her vette. Amidst all the rows of cars, passing students and obnoxious conversations, it all drowned out and we somehow locked eyes again. We were expressionless, but we knew exactly what the other was thinking. I knew the truth. I knew the terrible truth she kept from me, and this would be the moment where she couldn't hide it anymore.

Grasping my backpack strap, I walked through the crowd of people and vehicles. As I approached, our eyes remained fixed in silence. But just as I brushed passed her shoulder, I looked away and continued on toward the forest. I couldn't do this here in front of everyone. We needed to be alone. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, clenched my jaw and kept my eyes forward. There was no need to look back. I knew she was following me.

Once we were swallowed up by the trees, I desperately searched for a clearing. The words were almost bursting out of me. A few anxiety-ridden moments later, a crippling chill crawled up my spine as I finally found a patch of treeless ground. I dropped my bag, continued on to the middle of the clearing and stood there waiting, listening to Clarke's nearing footsteps.

The air was dense and weighty. It made my chest tighten and my breaths turn to struggling gasps. I listened behind me to hear if the air had the same effect on her. But there was nothing. It seemed she wasn't breathing at all. Motionless, I watched the fog escape my mouth and disperse into nothingness. Clarke stood about ten feet behind me, waiting for the silence to be broken.

"The moment I saw you I knew you were different," I started "I didn't know what, but I knew. One day your eyes are like coal, the next they're like roses. Your skin is as cold as ice. You're ridiculously fast. Even faster than your blood healed me."

Clarke moved forward.

"You avoid the sun. You never eat. You carry blood bags." I felt her presence just behind me. "You're..." my heart thudded in my chest.

"I'm what."

I turned around to face her.

"You're a vampire."

"And you're afraid of me."

"No. I'm not afraid. If you wanted to hurt me you already would have. You won't."

"You don't know that."

"I do."

Clarke paused for a moment. That familiar, beautiful sadness emoted from her face again.

"Bellamy, you don't. The hell I've lived is something you couldn't even begin to imagine. The things I've seen, the things I've done... the lives I've taken. My world is far darker than what you deserve and I've already stuck around for too long."

"What? Stuck around? You're leaving? Clarke, you can't leave. Whatever past you have we'll deal with it. Together. You just have open up to-"

"Is that really what you want?"

Clarke started backing me into the foot of the half-grass half-stone mountain.

"To be burdened with the past of a killer? A monster?"

I was now pinned to the mountain, glaring wide-eyed into Clarke's rosy eyes as she placed her hands on the grassy patch behind me, a hand by each side of my head.

"You're not a monster."

Clarke opened up her mouth and let her sharp canines jut out. Her eyes glowed a glorious, fluorescent red. She was just a few inches from my face.

"What about now?"

"Stop!" I shouted. Then I grasped the sides of her frigid, pale cheeks. "Stop trying to scare me. It won't work. I'm not the one who's afraid. You are. You don't have to be afraid of what this could be."

She used her vampire speed to whisk up mountain trail. Her speed was similar to waving a hand in front of my face. It left ghostly tracings her behind her that quickly disappeared. I knew it was impossible to catch up to her but I had to try.

"Clarke, wait!" I started making my way up the steep trail. Desperate to not let her slip away again, I ran as fast as I could. "Clarke!"

Before I knew it, I reached a plateau that overlooked the Sitka River. I tried to stop myself but there was a patch of slick mud I ended up slipping on. I dug my feet into the ground as hard as I could but I only slid further and more sharply. Right at the cliff, I realized there was no way to stop. I was inches away from plummeting onto jagged rocks and discarded litter. I squeezed my eyes shut so tightly and quickly uttered a Hail Mary. I'm agnostic so ya know, just in case.

I slipped off the cliff and gasped as I saw my impending death. But my body abruptly jerked and was suspended over the river. Either I had the secret ability to fly or there really was a god looking out for me. I leaned my head back to see what angel god sent for me. It was her. It was Clarke. Her hand was wrapped around my forearm. She gazed at me for a moment then stood while pulling me up with just one hand. She didn't even wince. My weight was like a bag of apples to her. Once I was safe and back on the cliff, she lowered the arm that saved me and wrapped it around my waist. We paused for a moment, losing ourselves in each others eyes again.

"See? Not all monsters do monstrous things."

She almost (almost) smiled at me.

The sunlight changed angles and there weren't clouds or trees to shield Clarke from it anymore. The instant the sun touched her skin, it began to sparkle like a million stars. My mouth fell open. It was miraculous. She was like an entire galaxy condensed into one person. How could something so extraordinarily gorgeous exist? She was a wonder.

"Now you know why I can't go out in the sun. My skin is… it's too freakish and devastating. I can't be seen."

"No." I placed my hands on the sides of her sparkling neck. Clarke was still clutching at the back of my belt, both hands now. "You are furthest thing from freakish. And it's your beauty that's devastating. I could never have imagined anyone in the world to be as gorgeous as you are, Clarke."

Clarke gently laid a hand on top of my chest.

"You're what's beautiful, Bellamy. Your heart beats. Your skin is bronze and warm. Your eyes are deep and pure. You have a thirst for literature and knowledge. I have a thirst for..." She trailed off.

"Is… is that why you hated me when we met?"

"I didn't hate you. It's just that I haven't hurt a human in decades and your scent pulled me in. I've never wanted someone as badly as I want you. I didn't know and still don't know if I can control myself."

"Decades?"

She nodded.

"I didn't really have a thing for cougars before but to hell with it." I smirked.

"… what?"

"Uh. Nothing. Nevermind."

There was a brief silence as I thumbed her cheeks.

"You can't leave, Clarke. You just can't. I always thought I was crazy for moving all the way up here. I had no clue why, but I knew this is where I needed to be. Now I know. I'm here because of you. Whatever we are, whatever this is, it was supposed to happen."

"All these years I thought me not being able to love was punishment for all the wrong I've done. But I think I was waiting for you, Bellamy."

One hand clutched the back of my belt while the other tenderly grasped the small of my back. She pulled me in.

"So don't let me go." I whispered.