The 100

By: TracyCook

Disclaimer: I own nothing. These characters belong to the creators of Glee and The Vampire Diaries (Unfortunately).

Warning : Smut, morbidity, and death (not to any of the main characters)

Couple: Quinn/Rachel, Bonnie/Damon, Rebekah/Caroline

Rating: M

The 100

'Take My Hand, Take My Love, Take My Life,

We'll Dance With The Ghosts, With The Souls Of The Night.'

Hours had passed.

Most of the others had drifted off to sleep. Not him though.

He was leaning against the base of the tree and his eyes were focused on his little sister. His mind was plagued with images of the creature climbing out of the water, of it cutting into the flesh of the two boys before swallowing them whole. He couldn't sleep knowing that something else could be out there. If he closed his eyes for a minute then Rachel could be gone when he opened them.

Bonnie watched him closely. The past few hours they had been completely silent. She had been watching him and he had been watching his sister, the only sound was the life of the forest. It was alive and loud. The bugs were chirping, the birds were cooing, and the animals were stirring.

She watched the way that his eyelids threatened to shut and he forced them open. She watched him with a new found respect and admiration. He was not the man that many people painted him out to be. He was not the man that she had painted him out to be. She was curious about his past. She was curious about all of the trials that he had been forced to go through that made him the man he was today.

"How did you do it?"

Her voice broke the silence.

Damon turned to look at her, blue eyes catching green. "How did I do what?" He emphasized on the word what, it almost sounded like he already knew the answer to his question.

"How did you manage to take care of a baby at such a young age?" Bonnie asked. "How did you get supplies for her?" She knew that babies were a lot of hard work, though she didn't have a lot of experience raising children. Not many people on the Ark did, because they did not have any siblings.

His lips twisted up into a smirk and he lent up on the tree root so that he was leaning over, his elbows planted firmly in his knees, now much closer to the young woman. "My parents knew they were going to be floated long before they ever had Rachel." He informed her. "The minute my mother got pregnant she knew she was planning on keeping the baby. So, they hid her pregnancy and they started to plan."

"Plan?" Bonnie wondered, brow furrowed.

"They built a place in my room, beneath the floors, to hide the baby." Damon explained. "Filled it to the brim with bottles and formula, baby clothes, all that jazz." He waggled his brow at her. "Then they walked off to their deaths expecting me to take care of her."

"What about when she got older? How did you feed her? The cafeteria doesn't allow anyone to have more than one serving a meal." The Ark had to limit their food consumption because they were running out of resources. They didn't have enough food to feed everyone. So, if you missed the time of meal, then you wouldn't be served, and if you showed then you would only receive a small serving.

"Oh, sweet innocent, Bonnie." He sang playfully. "Always playing by the rules."

Realization covered her face, "You stole it."

"I. Stole. It." Damon repeated. The look on his face was pride. He was not ashamed of his actions.

'Damon moved his tray along the rails, accepting the small tubes that they placed on top of it with a smile and a thank you. He did this every day and he knew how to lie. He didn't want to seem suspicious, so he was always polite. If they found out that he was the one who had been stealing from the food supplies then he would be killed and his three year old sister would be left alone to die.

That couldn't happen.

He sat at one of the tables, surrounded by strangers, there wasn't enough room to have a table to himself.

After he finished his meal, he walked toward the other side of the cafeteria, he dumped off his tray and he set it on top of the others to be cleaned. On his way to exit the cafeteria he knelt down, pushed the door open to the kitchen area, and ran inside. Keeping out of sight from any of the workers he headed to the back of the kitchen where they stored the food.

Damon had done this so many times that it was practically an art.

Opening the door to the storage room, the young boy started to stuff the pockets of his jeans and jacket with as many tubes of food as he could fit. The more food that he stole today the longer he would have before he had to come back.'

"What about school? You couldn't possibly watch her all the time." Bonnie felt conflicted with the new found information. She knew that her Grams had always taught her that stealing was wrong and that people who stole from the Ark were to be punished for their crimes. But, she couldn't see what Damon did as a crime. She couldn't see Rachel being born as a crime.

"You know as well as I do that no one on the Ark had time to pay attention to which kids were in school and which kids weren't." Damon said. "They were more concerned with who to kill next." His voice was angry. In some ways he felt like he could never disassociate the girl sitting before him from the people who had killed his parents and forced his sister into hiding. He blamed her grandmother for too much.

"My Grams was only trying to control the population. So many more people would have died if she hadn't."

He clenched his jaw. "I know, I know. Kill the few, save the many. It's a nice theory when you aren't one of the few." Damon spat the word few and she knew that she had upset him. She knew that he was right. The privileged were rarely sacrificed.

Bonnie attempted to return the conversation to what they had been talking about. She didn't want to argue with him. "You could have complained, they would have had to get someone to watch you." They would assign an adult to watch over the orphaned children if they wanted one or needed one. "To help you with everything."

"I couldn't risk it." Damon shrugged his shoulders and looked back over to his sleeping sister.

She nodded her understanding. If they found out then they could have, and probably would have, reported them.

"It's probably for the best." She told him with a gentle smile, noticing that his hard exterior melted when she said that. He was no longer angry with her or the rules her grandmother had enforced. "You raised her well."

Bonnie inched a little closer to Damon on the root, so that their arms were barely brushing against each other. She enjoyed the sparks that covered her skin when his touched hers, all of the hairs rising along her arm. Her heart was hammering loudly in her chest and she knew that what she was thinking about doing was probably pushing boundaries. She knew that it was probably just herself being desperate for human contact. But, maybe, just maybe it wasn't that at all.

'Maybe it's more...' She thought, resting her head against his shoulder.

For just a moment Damon's body went tense and she thought he was going to pull away, going to reject her. It caused her stomach to twist into knots. He didn't reject her though. He relaxed and a smile played on his lips as he reached out and interlaced their hands again. Damon loved how small her hands were, they were so delicate and soft. He loved the way that her hair tickled his collarbone and the way that her breath felt rushing against his skin.

Neither of them wanted to understand it.

'I'm Dead Inside, You Make Me Feel Alive,

You're All I Want And I Don't Know Why.'

"Mmm..." A soft groan escaped her throat as she awakened from her slumber. She attempted to stretch out her body and work the kinks out, but she found that there was something restricting her from doing so. There was a weight on top of her chest.

Hazel eyes snapped open in a mix of shock and fear as she stared down at what was laying on top of her. At first she had thought that it could have been some sort of animal or worse, but when she saw that it was only Rachel resting her head against her chest, arm circling her waist, she calmed. Her heart was still racing at the contact though.

When Quinn had fallen asleep, the other woman was laying next to her but there had been space between their bodies.

She didn't know if Rachel had gotten cold in the middle of the night and that was why she had started to snuggle with her, or if it was because she craved human contact. 'I hope she craved contact with me...' Her mind teased and a blush painted her cheeks and down along her neck. No matter how hard she tried to ignore the feelings that she was having for the beautiful young woman, she couldn't seem to push them away. She couldn't seem to push Rachel out.

'She won't let me push her out...'

Quinn had snapped at her and the other girl had forgiven her a little too easily. She had told her to stay at the crash site and the other girl had followed her into the forest. No matter what she did, Rachel was always forcing her way into her life.

She couldn't say that she minded.

She certainly didn't mind the way that her small fingers were gripping onto her shirt as she slept, teasing the skin beneath the fabric. 'Plus, who says these feelings are wrong? It's not like she has a boyfriend...' Quinn's lips twisted up as that realization settled with her once again. Ever since she had found out that Damon and Rachel were brother and sister her feelings had intensified. She was becoming more bold, wanting to act on them.

Gently, she lifted one of her hands and started to trace her fingers through long dark hair, pushing it away from her eyes and examining her face closely. She was truly a unique beauty.

Rachel Salvatore is not what you would define as beautiful according to society. She had tan skin, dark eyes, dark hair, she was short and had a small frame, her nose was rather large, lips full, but she was so different that it was gorgeous. Quinn ghosted her fingertip along the other woman's nose and smiled when she scrunched it up in her sleep. 'She is so adorable... I could just lay here and watch her sleep all day.'

That thought got her thinking. She couldn't lay there and watch Rachel sleep all day. No matter how badly she wanted to.

They had things to do if they were going to survive. They needed to find a source of water and food, they needed to build or find a suitable shelter, they needed to be safe from all of the monsters on the planet, including some of the men in their camp.

She couldn't sleep all day.

Quinn didn't want to move, but she knew that she had responsibilities to take care of.

'She looks so peaceful...' She decided that she wouldn't wake Rachel, she would allow her to sleep a little longer. So, slowly, she moved out from beneath the other woman holding her head up and slowly lowering it to the grass. The brunette stirred for a moment and she bit down on her bottom lip, sending up a prayer to a God she didn't believe in, that he would allow her to keep sleeping. She flipped over and snuggled into the grass and Quinn let out a sigh.

The blonde had that feeling like she was being watched and she quickly looked up to see that blue eyes were staring at her. Damon had been watching them all night and he was still watching her. She stood to her feet and wiped the stray blades of grass from her clothes, before approaching Damon and Bonnie.

"I'm going to look for water." Quinn told them. She felt this urge to make sure that Rachel would be safe while she was gone. "Will you watch over her while I'm gone?"

Damon's lips twisted, of course he would watch over his sister, but her asking meant a lot to him. It meant she cared about her. "Will do, Goldilocks."

"Thanks." She started to walk toward the forest. She was a woman on a mission. If they didn't find a source for water that was not contaminated by radiation or large reptilian creatures that were out to kill them, then they would all die.

"Wait, Quinn!" Bonnie called as she ran after her best friend.

Quinn's body tensed when she heard the voice she recognized. She chewed on her bottom lip and waited patiently for her to catch up with her. She didn't turn to look at the other girl, but she already knew what she was going to say.

"You shouldn't go alone. It's dangerous out there."

'Am I Insane?

Are You Afraid?'

Niklaus walked into the campsite from the forest with his shoulders back and a proud grin on his lips. His hair was messy, his skin was covered in dirt, he was not wearing his shirt so his toned abdomen was exposed. He was carrying what was left of his T-shirt in one of his hands, it appeared to have been torn to shreds. He had cuts along his arms and stomach, but he didn't look like he was in pain.

He wasn't in pain. He was ecstatic. He had finally found a way to return the power to him.

People wanted a leader that could protect them, but they also wanted a leader that could provide for them. He had spent the entire night while everyone else was resting, searching the forest and looking for food and water. Which he had found. A creek to the East of them with clear water and no giant carnivorous reptiles in sight.

Everyone was looking to him and in that moment he felt like a king. He felt like he was in control. He felt powerful and he loved it.

Power was what Niklaus craved.

"Which of you are thirsty?" He asked, accent thick.

"We're all thirsty!" One of the men in the crowd shouted to him, and then the others started to agree with him. Their cries for water, music to Niklaus' ears. He knew that they would be loyal to him once he delivered them what they wanted.

"In that case, you will all be pleased to hear that I have found a source of water." His lips twisted even more as he started to pace before his people. They all gasped and begged for him to tell them where the water was. They all needed him to help them and he liked it that way. "And I will be willing to show you all to that source, allow you to drink to your hearts content, all I ask from you is a trade."

The people looked around in confusion and started to mumble to themselves. None of them really liked the sound of it, but they were all desperate for water. "What kind of trade?" They asked.

"Quite a simple trade really." Niklaus told them with a laugh as he turned back to face the masses. "Water for your bracelet monitors."

Everyone was silent.

If they gave him their bracelet monitors then it would signal to the Ark that they were dead, they would think that they were dying, but if they didn't get water they would actually die. Some of them immediately backed down. They wanted to see their family again, they wanted the people in the Ark to come and rescue them. Others had no one waiting for them.

"Any volunteers?" The British madman sang. He could see it in their eyes. Some of them were breaking right before him.

A few guilty souls looked around at the other people. It was almost like they were selling their souls to the devil. It wasn't something that made any of them proud, but they felt they needed to do it to survive. There was a small group of six that stepped forward to offer up their bracelets to Niklaus.

"Ah! Such a pleasant turnout." He laughed. He was practically dancing with delight. "The rest of you will come to your senses when you are dehydrated and can barely move." He growled at the others in the crowd causing them to flinch. There was something so terrifying about the man standing before them. He looked prepared to do whatever it took to survive. But, not just survival would be enough for him, he wanted to survive his way.

"Wait!" Someone called out, and Niklaus' smile fell when he saw Damon running to the rescue. He was always in his way.

Damon turned to face the six men and women who had offered themselves up to Niklaus and he said, "You guys don't have to do this. Bonnie and Quinn are out there looking for water right now." He had worry written all over his face. The more people that gave into the psycho the less chance there was that they would be rescued.

The people looked ready to turn down the British man's offer.

"Yes, but that doesn't mean that they will find any." He spat, glaring into blue eyes. The other man was a problem, he was a threat, he might just have to take care of that. "I've already found water! I can take you all to it, right now! All you have to do is give me your bracelets and offer your loyalty to me, I will provide you with water, food, everything else that you need. I can promise you that."

One of the six moved back into the crowd, but the other five looked ready to offer him their bracelets and loyalty.

They looked determined to do so and Damon clenched his jaw and glared at Niklaus. "Don't do this."

"I'm not doing anything." He mocked. "No one is forcing them to follow me, I made it very clear that it is their choice."

All he wanted to do was punch the other man for being so smug with himself. He looked so proud that his plan was finally working and that irritated Damon to no end. The people in the Ark needed to know that they were living, they needed to return to them, if they didn't then they would all die. They couldn't start a new civilization like Niklaus planned. Not when they didn't belong on the planet anymore. Not when they were invading on someone else's territory.

He watched as the first person offered up his wrist to Niklaus. It looked so painful as he tore the metal bracelet from his veins and tossed it to the ground. The man screamed out in pain and blood started to spurt from his veins, but the British man quickly wrapped the wound with one of the strips of fabric from the shirt that he had intentionally shredded.

"Next." He sang. He loved the sight of blood. He always had.

The next person looked hesitant after seeing the pain that the man before him had gone through, but he didn't back down. The pain wouldn't last.

Damon couldn't believe how desperate these people were for water, and he was wishing more than ever before that Quinn and Bonnie would find some water so that more people would not fall to Niklaus' "rule."

'Come on you guys.'

'We Created A Monster, And It's Out Of Control,

Oh My Darling, What Have We Done?'

Every time that one of their faces on the monitor went red and their heartbeat flat-lined, she felt her chest tighten painfully. She was consumed with a mix of relief and then she felt guilty for being relieved, but she was just happy to see that it hadn't been her daughter. Quinn was still alive. At least for now she was.

Judy had been watching the progress of the expedition and so far it seemed that everyone was safe from radiation.

Whatever was killing them was killing them in groups. A few of the children had died upon landing. She assumed that they were not buckled tightly enough in their seats, then two people had died not long after that, one right after the other. Their deaths had been slow but intense. Their hearts had sped up right before they died. Perhaps an animal attack or one of the other prisoners killing them

The last deaths had been the strangest though.

Five people had died, one right after the other, no spike in their heart rate that was abnormal. It was almost like they had accepted their death. Chosen their death. Judy hadn't ruled out a group suicide attempt, but she was starting to think that there might be more to it than that.

"Could these deaths be caused by radiation?" Liz asked with worried eyes.

Her daughter was also down on Earth. Caroline Forbes. She had been caught possessing stolen drugs right before the shuttle launched and they had thrown her and her best friend Rebekah on the shuttle with the other prisoners. So far it appeared that both of them were still alive, but people kept dying. They had only been on Earth for one day.

"It is possible that they died by radiation poisoning, but it's not likely." Judy said, staring at the monitor and trying to figure it out. "It's almost like they chose to die."

"Mass suicide?" She wondered.

"It could be."

At the other side of the table, Sheila Bennett was sitting and watching their progress. She had to keep a clear head about everything even though her granddaughter was down on Earth. She would have never allowed them to send Bonnie, but they had before consulting her, now all that she could do was sit and pray that she would survive.

'I'm praying for you child... Trust your instincts...'

'I Reserve My Right To Feel Uncomfortable,

I Reserve My Right To Be Afraid,

I Make Mistakes And I Am Humbled, Every Step Of The Way.'

"I'm happy you're alive." Quinn said as they climbed up some rocks in their search for water. She had been thinking about what had happened the day prior, how scared she had been when she saw that the creature was about to kill Bonnie. Memories had flashed through her head at that moment. She recalled all of the secrets they had shared.

A smile formed on Bonnie's lips. For just a second she had hope that everything was going to return to normal. They were going to finally put the past behind them and start to move forward, as friends.

All hope was destroyed as the blonde turned to look over her shoulder at her and said, "But I still hate you for what you did to my dad."

Quinn continued to pull herself up the rocks and then they found another clearing at the top, covered in dirt, and foliage. It would be the perfect place to find a small creek.

Bonnie climbed up after her and then she walked toward the other woman and continued talking. She wasn't done with the conversation. She wanted the other girl to finally understand that everything she had done, everything she was doing, was always in her best interest. She was protecting her. "Quinn, you don't know the whole story."

The taller girl turned and threw her hands in the air, her naturally raspy voice cracking as she screamed, "Then tell me! Tell me the whole story!"

Green eyes stared into hazel with such intensity. She could practically see the secrets swimming in the emerald depths. She wanted Bonnie to crack, she wanted her to tell her what she had been keeping from her. She wanted to believe her. Quinn missed her best friend every day. She missed feeling like she had someone. Despite what Rachel had told her the night prior, she still felt alone.

She always felt alone.

When she didn't say anything the blonde laughed and shook her head, "That's what I thought."

Bonnie watched as Quinn turned to return looking for the water and she acted without thinking, reaching out and holding onto her arm and stopping her. She turned to look at her ex-best friend with curious eyes. She wondered if Bonnie was going to finally tell her what she was keeping from her. What more she knew about her father's execution.

"I want to tell you, but I can't."

"How do you possibly expect me to believe that you were just protecting me then?"

"Because, we've been friends for our whole lives and you know me." Bonnie was practically pleading with her. "You know I'd do anything to protect the people I care about, and you know that includes you." Quinn could see the sincerity and the honesty behind her eyes, she could hear it in her voice, she didn't understand how what the other woman did was protecting her but she was starting to believe her.

Bonnie furrowed her brow in confusion as she noticed something in the dirt behind Quinn. "What's that?"

The blonde turned to look at whatever the other girl saw and she noticed it too. In the dirt there were footprints. "I don't know." She said, hurrying toward the indents in the dirt and looking them over with curious eyes. She was half excited and half terrified by the realization that she made.

"These prints are fresh, they were made within the last few hours." She said, chewing on her cheeks. "They seem to be human, or maybe primate."

"Those are pretty big for a person to have made them." Bonnie stated pointedly.

"I know." Quinn glanced up and they exchanged a horrified look. She had a feeling that these weren't made by a human, or at least not a human like them. Perhaps an evolved form of their race that had made it through the radiation. She didn't know what they were dealing with, but there was a good chance that they would be hostile and protective of their land.

'I'm Building An Empire, Say I'm Wrong,

I Don't Mind If It's All Against One.'

Damon observed Niklaus and his new followers as he continued to remove their bracelets and deliver them promises that he undoubtedly could not keep. You could not promise someone protection on a dangerous planet. He had his arms crossed over his chest and he was waiting impatiently for Bonnie and Quinn to return. He knew that the longer that they took to find water the better chance there would be that more people would turn to the "dark" side. And maybe, just maybe, he was worried about their safety.

He would never admit it, but he had really bonded with Bonnie the night before and he knew that Rachel was attached to Quinn. He didn't want either of them to die and every second that they were gone was a second that they could die.

Rebekah was standing beside him and watching the scene unfold. She had woken from her sleep when she heard the madman yelling and she had wanted to see what it was all about. Apparently someone was attempting to play God.

"Where the heck are Bonnie and Quinn at?" Damon asked, growing frustrated.

"Isn't that cute." The blonde Brit said with a smirk on her lips. "The big bad Damon Salvatore is worried about the chancellor's granddaughter. Sort of a Romeo and Juliet thing the two of you have isn't it?" She asked, looking over at him. "You know how that story ends, right?"

He looked over at her with a scowl on his lips and an annoyed look in his eyes. He knew that she was implying that he held some sort of romantic feelings for Bonnie Bennett, but that wasn't the case. 'We're just kind of friends, but not really... We just fight and hold hands sometimes, whatever the hell that means.' "And what exactly are you implying?"

"I was simply curious." Rebekah said nonchalantly. "The way that you were looking at her this morning wasn't particularly "friendly," seemed to be a bit more to it."

"Kinda like the way you look at gamer Barbie over there, huh?" Damon teased, but really all he was doing was admitting to his feelings.

She knew that she had feelings for Caroline and if he was implying that he looked at Bonnie the same way then he was implying that he was madly in love with her. As much as she hated it sometimes she did love the other blonde. She was in love with her. Lifting her chin, she spoke confidently, "Exactly the same way that I look at her it seems."

"No." He dismissed, then his face scrunched up, "Maybe, I dunno." He looked away annoyed. "What I do know is that now is not the time to be thinking about things like this, we need to focus on surviving."

Rebekah lent her head against his shoulder and whispered teasingly against his ear, "Yet, we cannot seem to stop thinking about them, can we?"

Damon pulled away from her and asked, "Where is your little girlfriend anyway? You two seem a little less attached at the hip today than usual." His smirk and playful nature returned full force. He started to glance around the campsite in search of the other blonde and then he noticed something. The spot on the grass where Rachel had been sleeping was empty, she was no longer sleeping. His heart started to race and his chest tightened painfully, he had only looked away for a few minutes and now she was missing.

"Where's Rachel?" He growled and Rebekah noticed that the young girl was missing. Her blue eyes widened in worry and she started to look around the camp, both of them did, but the girl was nowhere to be found.

"She isn't here!" Damon screamed. The blood was pumping through his veins and his entire body was shaking. If he found out who took his sister he would kill them. He knew that he was capable of such. "She isn't here!"

"Okay, calm down Damon, we'll find her." She tried to reassure him, but he was already lost in his own thoughts.

He had a feeling that he knew exactly who had taken her.

Damon started to walk toward Niklaus, his eyes on him like a predator on prey, his jaw tight and his muscles tense, adrenalin and anger pumping through his veins, he knew that he wouldn't stop. Once he reached him, the other man's eyes went wide as Damon grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him to the ground, straddling him and punching him directly in the jaw. His head flew back and hit the ground and he could already see the bruise forming on his skin. "Where the hell did you take Rachel?!"

"Rachel?" He growled out, but he didn't fight back. It was almost scary that the man beneath him was still smiling despite the pain in his jaw. "Oh, your little sister has gone missing, shame."

He started shaking again and he punched the man in the face again, this time hitting him in the nose and causing blood to cover Niklaus' face. "I said where is she?!"

"I simply have no clue."

Damon pulled his hand back to punch him again and Niklaus caved. "Wait, before you hit me again perhaps you should take a look around." His voice was low and angry. "There's someone else who is missing and if I remember correctly he isn't quite fond of your sister." Blood was covering his mouth at this point and the man sitting on top of him took a look around.

He was right, someone that hated his sister was missing.

"Kol."

"Ding ding ding, you found the golden ticket." Niklaus sang.

'Her Blood Is On Your Hands, It's On Your Hands,

You'll Live Your Life As A Fucking Target.'

Author's Note :

Oh my goodness thank you so much for all of your wonderful reviews! I LOVED hearing from you all and knowing that y'all enjoy this fic so much! I hope that you guys will enjoy this chapter, not a whole lot of romance in it, but this is important for the story line. :)) So, what do you think happened with Rachel? Will she be okay? What about Kol? Will Bonnie and Quinn find water and what do you think of the tracks? Thoughts on Klaus? I'd love to hear all of your thoughts! And whatever you want to see!

Also, in an upcoming chapter there will be A LOT of romance and I want to know who do you want to see be intimate first? Don't base it on how they've progressed in the story so much as the pairing you want to see! :)) I'll make it work with what I have planned!

Thank you all so much for reading and all of your support!

I love you guys so much!

-Tracy Cook-