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Warnings for child abuse, verbal abuse, child death and death by drug overdose and death by arson.
Segments Part two:
After the vampires killed Abby and Kane, Clarke Griffin was pulled out of her home by the police by and "anonymous" call to them, and placed in an orphanage, full of many other children in Pennsylvania.
Even before little Clarke had stepped through the doorway of the orphanage, her mates had known this would be complicated.
Because they would be causing a great deal of suspicion to spread, by having Clint and Laura Barton, people who lived in Missouri, to come all the way to Pennsylvania, to adopt someone.
But it didn't matter.
Clint and Laura were the only two that they'd trust with Clarke.
They would give Clarke a year to recover from losing her biological mother.
And then they would send Clint and Laura Barton to adopt her.
They were going to take her with them, one way or another.
Just as they did before, when they had watched Clarke in her house with Abby Griffin, they had watched Clarke, listened to her, made sure she was safe.
Clarke eventually, came to befriend two other children. A boy named Wells Jaha and a girl named Lydia Martin.
And the vampires, they were all pleased to see this. Pleased to see that Clarke was making connections, despite all that had happened to her. And despite being kept in a room with bars on her windows, was still as adventurous as a child her age could be, going outside of the orphanage and wandering about the property, to the trees and flowers.
There were more than a few problems there at the orphanage, however.
At least three problems, anyway.
These three problems had names.
John Murphy, Jasper Jordan and Nathan Miller.
These three young boys, as the vampires had learned from Clarke's new friends, Wells and Lydia, had been at the orphanage for much longer than Clarke had.
John Murphy, who just liked being called "Murphy," had actually killed a few people in the past. Jasper and Nathan Miller-the latter of the two, liked being called "Miller," had both stolen some drugs ages ago.
Now, Jasper and Miller might not have been as much of a threat to Clarke as Murphy was, but they certainly liked harassing her as Murphy did.
And Murphy? Murphy actually threatened Clarke. Made her feel unsafe.
There was another boy, named Monty Green, who was friends with Jasper Jordan, and while he didn't make fun of Clarke or anything like that, he certainly didn't stop it, which made him an enabler.
Murphy had even taken out a knife and had threatened Clarke. He had even tried to attack Wells, which in turn had led to Clarke attacking him.
So, that made the decision for them.
Murphy had to die.
They arranged it carefully.
Normally, they would never kill children.
But Murphy and most likely Jasper and Miller too, would be one of the exceptions.
Any threat to Clarke, regardless of the age of that threat, would have to be finished off.
And Murphy, while not that much older than Clarke, certainly was a threat to her, wasn't he?
Best to get rid of him now, than risk him potentially harm Clarke in any manner or even kill her.
If anything happened to Clarke, any more than already had happened, all thanks to Clarke's mother, Abby Griffin, the vampires, Clarke's mates, would never forgive themselves.
They knew that they could not allow any more harm to come to her.
Which was why they had done what they had done to Murphy.
They hadn't wanted to, as Murphy was only a year older than Clarke, only eleven years old. But they had planned it out perfectly.
They arranged to get the drugs, a bottle of pills, severely hard drugs.
And they had decided that the basement was the perfect area for people to find the body.
And they had waited.
When Clarke, Wells and Lydia went to sleep, as did many other people at the orphanage, the vampires slipped into the building, without needing a key. Being around long enough, they knew how to pick locks, and relock doors, without leaving a trace.
They went inside and silently slipped through the hallways like wraiths.
Helena snickered, handling the pill bottle carefully. They didn't want to waste so much as a single pill.
After all, all of the pills would be contributed to killing John Murphy, making it look like he had died willingly of an overdose.
He most absolutely would die of an overdose.
But it would not be of his own free will.
They knew that Murphy was not in bed yet. They had heard and seen him move about the orphanage many a times before, in the past near year, hearing him skulk about the building, stealing food or other peoples' possessions.
They heard him now. He was downstairs, looking at some of the better silverware, trying to figure out what he could pawn off as some heirloom or something.
That was good. It was near the basement, after all. And it was where they would leave his body.
They went down the stairs, descending to the lower level where the kitchen was. Below that level, was where the basement was.
They found Murphy, opening up kitchen drawers and searching around for anything that might look even remotely valuable.
They all fought snickers. They remained in darkness, so Murphy with his poor human eyes, could not see them.
However, that would not be the case for much longer.
It was Yelena who chose to make them all known to Murphy and make sure Murphy knew that he was not by any means safe tonight.
Yelena stepped out of the shadows, a snicker right across her face, as she sneered out, "Looking for a way of scraping yourself out of the shithole you deserve to be in, Murphy?"
Murphy whirled around, facing them, the blood leaving his face, his eyes wide, but all of the vampires lunged at the same time, keeping him from crying out, as they restrained him and clamped their hands over his mouth, Helena opening up the pill bottle and Diana opening up the basement door.
Murphy shook as he struggled, eyes wildly jumping from one person restraining him to the next.
Helena chuckled as she opened up the pill bottle and approached him.
Carol and Dinah wrenched his mouth open, and Shayera moved fast, a gloved hand shooting out and gripping his tongue in her hand, keeping him from crying out for help.
Wanda, Mari, Melina and Natasha approached him, all of them grinning savagely.
"How safe do you feel right now?" Natasha asked, a sneer in her voice, as the shadows of the furniture in the room wreathed in her in darkness, and she knew that her eyes were glowing, making Murphy even more terrified than before. Good. She continued speaking coldly, "Are you sure you're going to die now? Because you are going to die now. And you have no one to blame but yourself. You can try to make it other peoples' faults all you want. But you know that you deserve this."
"Yes, you do," Mari all but laughed, grinning, her eyes glowing gold, as Helena turned the bottle upside down beginning to spill the pills into Murphy's mouth, "You are trash. You always will be trash. We're just putting you in the place that you belong. Nothing else."
Wanda's eyes glowed red, as the pills were forced down Murphy's throat and she whispered, her voice deadly quiet and despite her whispering, everyone was positive he heard her, "We are going to kill you. And we are going to kill you for how you treated someone we love, nothing else. You didn't want to die like this? Then maybe you shouldn't have threatened Clarke or made her feel like she was garbage."
Murphy's eyes widened, when he realized that that was what this was all about, and in his shock, he stopped struggling, just long enough for almost the entire bottle of pills to be shoved down his throat.
As he was forced to remain still, the pills continuing to go down his gullet, it took a few hours for the full bottle bring out the desired outcome.
But it happened.
The vampires watched with triumphant and sadistic glee, as the young boy began to convulse, gurgle and his eyes rolled up into his head as he began to vomit. That was when they dragged him to the basement stairs.
They didn't care about his age.
They usually would never harm a child, much less one as young as eleven. But there were exceptions to every rule. Murphy was a horrid creature, who would put a knife in just about anyone, just because he felt like that person got in his way.
He was a rat, a snake. Not worth keeping alive. Had he lived long enough to see adulthood, he likely would have amounted only to be like those serial killers that people heard about and saw on TV.
So, as they felt him die slowly and painfully, they carried him down to the bottom of the stairs, to the basement and lay him there, letting what life there was left in his form, to die out there. They also left the pill bottle and its cap, of course.
They all had worn gloves.
There would be no sign of anyone having been involved here, except for Murphy.
Murphy was found the next morning by one of the people that worked at the orphanage. She screamed and screamed, causing much panic.
The vampires, from outside, listened to any reaction from Clarke. She had expressed shock at the news-as to be expected.
And yes, some happiness, since she had hated him too.
But also, skepticism.
Clarke, she wasn't stupid. Young, but not stupid.
She knew that Murphy was entirely selfish. He wouldn't do something like take enough drugs to commit suicide.
Clarke had yet to figure out that Murphy had been murdered by the same people that had killed her mother and Kane, but she definitely found Murphy's death suspicious.
It had almost been a year since Clarke's mother and Kane had been murdered by her mates. And after Jasper, Monty and Miller had been adopted by one family and Miller had made fun of Clarke for still being at the orphanage when they were the ones to be adopted and they had heard Clarke scream at him, tears in her eyes over Miller's words, they had decided that it was time.
They would kill Miller, Jasper and Monty, then in two months, they would call for Clint and Laura Barton to come pick Clarke up.
And they knew exactly how they would kill Miller, Jasper and Monty, too.
They had heard what Clarke had yelled at Miller, when he had said to her, smirking, "It's really too bad. You wanted so badly to be adopted, right? Well, maybe you could be adopted by some pedophiles. Because pedophilia is the only reason why any parent would want a dumb kid like you."
Those words already had cemented Miller and Jasper's fate.
But Clarke's words had told her mates exactly how they should kill the two boys and Monty.
Clarke's exact words had been, screaming at Miller, tears in her pained eyes, words that only she, Miller and Clarke's mates heard, but no one else heard, "Go die in a fire."
Those had been Clarke's exact words to Miller. "Go die in a fire."
And…you know, Clarke's mates couldn't possibly deny her a single thing, right? She had been spoiled so little, that surely, she should have everything she wanted.
So, after Jasper, Monty and Miller reached their house, Carol followed them, finding exactly where they lived.
And a few nights later, Wanda lured the parents that had adopted the three boys, away with a call to their house, pretending it was from their work, and the two parents had left.
And that was when the vampires had acted.
They had brought tanks of gasoline and matches.
They had locked all the doors and windows, had tossed the three boys into the basement, making sure all three terrified boys watched as they doused the whole place with gasoline.
Yelena had smirked at them, holding up a lit match as she dropped it down onto the gasoline-soaked floor, the whole place catching like a Roman candle. And soon, all three Jasper, Miller and Monty caught fire too.
And the vampires left.
News of course, got back to the orphanage.
And the vampires again, observed Clarke's reaction.
Finally, Clarke tensed, seeming to see a pattern here.
That bad things tended to happen to people who she wished harm to in some way.
She might not have fully understood that there was a connection, but clearly suspicion was beginning to enter her mind.
The vampires could see it from where they were in the trees, they could see it all over Clarke's face as she heard what had happened to all three Miller, Jasper and Monty.
And it was then that the vampires decided that it was time.
They contacted Clint and Laura Barton and they arrived soon afterwards, going to Pennsylvania and making it clear to the staff members, that they weren't leaving without Clarke.
And Clarke, she made it clear to both Barton parents that she wasn't leaving without Wells or Lydia.
And she promised both Clint and Laura, that as soon as she got the chance, she would run away, if they didn't also adopt Wells and Lydia.
The vampires had all chuckled with joy at the words that Clarke had thrown at Clint and Laura.
Because of course, she would say that. Their dear, sweet and loyal girl.
Wells and Lydia, who had been present when Clarke had said this, had both stared at Clarke, shocked, and had both looked ready to start crying in happiness at Clarke's loyalty to them.
Clint and Laura looked at each other, and smiled, then had agreed, much to Clarke's surprise and Wells and Lydia's even greater surprise.
So, all three Clarke, Wells and Lydia were taken from the orphanage in Pennsylvania and brought to the Barton house in the national forest in Missouri.
And the vampires, naturally, followed after the car that the Bartons drove, the three newly adopted children in.
They had no reason to remain by the orphanage, anymore.
They followed Clarke to the Barton house, and watched as Clarke, Wells and Lydia were all introduced to the Barton children, to their new siblings.
And from the shadows of the trees where they were staying, watching, all of the vampires shared smiles and as they watched Clarke and her friends, Wells and Lydia and the rest of the kids get escorted into the house, one of the vampires who was Clarke's mates, Felicia said something-a sentiment that all of them agreed, "You're safe now, Clarke."