Author's Note: Basically Bellamy being his stupid self-righteous self. Clarke and others suffer because of that.
Bellamy was going to kill Clarke. The first thing he had asked of her before the dinner was to not be late. He understood that as the Domina, Clarke had the power to rule and control all the other vampires of the coven. But right now things were not so great and there was a real possibility of her friend being challenged for the throne. The one problem Clarke had was that she believed the best of people, reason why she refused to attack Azgeda during the war. Bellamy had tried his best to convince his queen of sending her new army to eliminate Roan and Ontari but the blonde refused, arguing that for there to be peace one had to take the first step. And although Clarke believed that a temporary cease-fire was a tentative attempt at future peace talks, Bellamy knew better. Clarke had been protected from her birth as a vampire by Marcus Kane, a pacifist that ironically lost his life in a war. He had taught Clarke all of his beliefs and his utopian views of collaboration and peace, hiding the blonde away from true pain and death. Bellamy's existence had not been like that; he was turned by an Azgeda vampire named Echo that used him during his first years of life. He had become rogue during his time under her tutelage, ravaging and killing anyone in his path because that was the covens' way before Clarke established the Coalition. And for that he was thankful towards the blonde, having offered his loyalty and support immediately after the death of his Sire (one that didn't pain him at all). While at first he had been jealous of Clarke and the life she experienced (a loving Sire, a comfortable home, friends and power), he learned that Clarke rewarded her people's loyalty really well. Her confidantes were few but good people, meaning that Bellamy had also become friends with the blonde's friends. Together they experienced many things, including the death of their friends during the first weeks of Clarke's reign. That had almost devastated the blonde woman, who had been on the edge of insanity because of the guilt. Nevertheless, he stayed by her side, he brought her the traitors responsible for the massacre and Clarke had rewarded him in all ways. Both of them were lonely and thought that spending the night together was the best way to calm their inner demons. It was not because Bellamy sound found out that what he had with the blonde was the bond of siblings and nothing more. In fact, because of the failure of that encounter, Bellamy had done what he had promised himself to never do and entered Disctopia, an all inclusive bar that welcomed anyone that was aware of the supernatural. It was there that he first saw John Murphy, a mundane that had been bitten by a bloodlust vampire. Luckily for him, there was another one nearby that heard him ask for help and saved him from the newborn, making Murphy become aware of their existence. From that moment on he was known in the nightclubs as a Black Swan, a non vampire friend or lover who gave his blood willingly to his sexual partners.
The concept had intrigued Bellamy, who surprisingly found himself growing attached to the boy with each visit. That led to him asking the boy to be the sole vampire that fed from him and for the boy to call them a couple. He knew that he loved Murphy, and just as he had told Clarke, he knew the boy loved him too. But there was just something missing, that last part that would make the mundane give himself and become a vampire as well. He knew that it was the Bond's fault, since their union was truly strong but not a necessity for them to survive. And perhaps that was why he found himself jealous yet again of Clarke. He had noticed the way his friend smiled when talking about the brunette, or how her eyes switched from red to her usual blue. Those were the signs of an incomplete Bond, and he suspected that Clarke was taking her time because she was also aware of what was happening. He knew that Clarke was right now a liability, being incapable of defending herself because of her weakened state. Although she was the Primus of their coven, and that itself gave Clarke extra control and longevity, she was still a vampire that needed to feed. And they all had heard the warnings their mentors gave them when it came to completing Bonds and the possible consequences of not doing so.
Taking his cellphone out yet again to speed-dial the blonde, he stopped when he heard the familiar voices of Clarke and that brunette coming from outside the room. Immediately walking towards the entrance, he gave his friend an angry look when their eyes made contact. The message in Clarke's eyes was clear; I am the queen and she's here with me. Nodding in acceptance, he tried his best to give the mundane a neutral look, but from the way the woman was staring at him, he knew that his hatred towards her was known.
"I have been calling you." he breathed in order to talk and that was when he finally caught the smell coming from both of them. They were aroused and they smelled like each other.
"I'm aware." Clarke said absently while keeping her hand around the brunette's hips. "And I'm here."
"You're late." he points out and waits until her queen's pet leaves them alone.
"I think I'll go get something to drink." the brunette murmurs while trying to move away from Clarke's hold.
"Ok." Clarke relents while giving her a warm smile, one that he barely saw on her. "I'll join you once I'm done with my speech."
"Got it." she smiles and finally turns around.
"You're playing with fire Clarke." he warns her yet again. "It's one thing to privately enjoy her company. But it's another one to bring her as an equal to a room full of vampires. She's a mundane Clarke, don't forget that."
"She's mine." the blonde hisses. "And I'm still the Queen."
"You won't be for long if you keep doing things like this."
Clarke looks up at him with surprise and that is when Bellamy realizes how his statement must have sounded like.
"Is that a challenge I hear, Bellamy kom Azgeda?" she threatens him while exposing her fangs and acquiring her Primus markings.
"You know I would never challenge you my Queen." he exposes his neck in submission. "I just want to ensure your safety. You have done much for us and to lose you would mean losing the Coalition. We can't risk that. And you know my loyalty lies with Arkadia my Queen."
"You won't lose the Coalition because I don't intend to die Bellamy." Clarke continues hissing at him. "But I will not allow you to challenge my decisions and choices. Not when I would expect you to understand the desperation one can feel when being with more delicate partners."
"I do understand." he says honestly. "But right now it's too risky Clarke. Look at all the people in here, they are not our friends and they are here only to advance their own covens. They're not as good and benevolent as you are."
"I know you never agreed with my decision of pardoning Azgeda during the war." the blonde vampire converses while moving towards the podium. "And today I would agree with you as well." she continues explaining. "But during those dark times it was necessary. Now all the covens come to us because they know we're the ones that want the Alliance to continue. That gives us an advantage that we must use to isolate Azgeda."
"So you won't declare war on Azgeda but you'll simply isolate them from treaties and trade?"
"That should be incentive enough for them to make their move. They either return to their land and accept my terms or move forward with their coup."
"It's too risky." Bellamy warns her. "We still have time."
"Do we?" Clarke asks him while looking around them. "If we later try to ask the elders and coven members to come they will refuse because it will be seen as a sign of alliance during war. Covens hate to get involved in other covens' wars and they'll do their best to prevent that from happening."
"So what, you'll just go and give a nice speech right now and later in the night tell the elders that they either support you or they will be banned from trade and treaties?"
"Pretty much." the blonde billionaire shrugs. "We own most of the businesses of the Coalition and I intend to take full advantage of that Bellamy. I know you believe that my stand against Azgeda is a weak one." she stares at the man who starts to refuse but she raises her hand. "I have noticed it in your actions and most of the times I let them pass because I know you do it out of loyalty and protection. But this time you're not acting with those intentions."
"What do you mean Clarke?" he whispers.
"You're jealous because I found my soulmate and you haven't." she told him straight. "I've always known you were a little jealous of me and my position and that I'm sometimes too naive and ignorant about the rest of covens and of life as a vampire. But believe me Bellamy, I'm benevolent when I must and I'm capable of being an authoritarian as well. DO NOT CROSS ME." she hisses at him one last time before leaving towards the podium.
Bellamy is speechless. He had started the conversation in an attempt to make Clarke understand that it was too risky to be with the brunette woman publicly and it turned into a confession from both of them. He had thought his jealousy was well hidden, but it seems that it was not. In fact, he was now scared that the blonde woman would now always question his advice and his actions- because that is what happens when you don't trust your friends. And right now neither trusted the other. He made it clear to Clarke when he stupidly challenged her position as Queen and she acknowledged it when she called him Bellamy of Azgeda. Things were now more fucked up than before and he wanted to blame it all on the brunette woman that was now staring at the podium where Clarke was making her speech.
He was still in the dark concerning her presence because Raven still didn't have any important information. Usually, when that happened he relented and stopped pressuring the hacker, but he just felt that something was amiss with the brunette and he had to find out what that was. He had already fucked things up with Clarke, so why shouldn't he just go straight to the source and find out what she was doing here? Besides, it was not as if Clarke could do anything because she was in the middle of a speech. She could kill him afterwards, but maybe if he found something worthwhile then she would forgive him and everything would be fine once more. Deciding that it was worth the shot, Bellamy made his way towards the brunette and grabbed her arm roughly before pulling her to the side.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" she hissed at him when she realized that they were alone.
"You need to leave the island. I'll pay you anything you want so you do that. More than what you could make from capturing that petty thief."
"Why would you do something like that? I haven't done anything to anyone."
"What are your intentions with Clarke?" he asks instead of answering her.
"My intentions? You don't have the right to do this!" she seethes at him.
"I have every right when it comes to protecting my Queen!" he bellows and closes his eyes when he realizes his mistake.
"Your queen?" Lexa whispers with fears in her eyes. "Let me go now!" she hits him in the jaw but it doesn't hurt him at all."
"Not yet." he murmurs while using his power to see inside Lexa's mind. She still didn't know about Clarke and what she was. She didn't know vampires existed. He made a mistake.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Lexa whimpered when she felt an awful intrusion inside her head. He was doing something to her. She just knew it. "Get out." she closed her eyes.
Bellamy's red eyes turned back to their shade of brown and he was shocked to realize that he had been pushed out of the brunette's mind. Only mundanes with vampire genes in their genetic frame were capable of doing so. Because of the sudden surprise, he still had Lexa pinned to the wall. The brunette was getting bruises from trying to get out of his hold, but all Bellamy could think about was what to make out of this discovery. Nevertheless, before he could continue his questions he hears a terrifying roar coming from the door and he flinches in fear when he sees familiar blonde hair.
Clarke had noticed the moment her soulmate left the room with Bellamy. She had also noticed the way he was holding her arm, forcing her to move alongside him. The male vampire had been clever about it, taking advantage of the situation and of her position in the podium to question the brunette woman. And unless she wanted to cause a scene and give Azgeda more arsenal to hurt her, all she could do was keep a careful watch on them while continuing her speech but at a faster pace. She tried to remain nonchalant while doing so, faking boredom and indifference as her motive for finishing it faster than normal. But all of that went down the toilet when she felt a spear piercing through her chest. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling, one that was very similar to fear and that clearly didn't come from her: It was her soulmate calling her, asking for help. She immediately went towards the last sentence of the speech and thanked everyone for coming before disappearing behind the stage, her stand becoming primal and angry. Right in her eyesight she noticed Bellamy holding her mate's arms while Lexa tried to escape from them to no avail. The sight of him hurting her soulmate did something to her psyche and she noticed right away that she was in full beast mode. She never allowed her inner beast to come out because as Queen it was destructive and totalitarian. She feared that side of herself. But seeing her mate so afraid, and at the hands of a close friend, did enough. She roared at the younger vampire and noticed him flinch.
"My Queen..." Bellamy raised his hands in a placating mode but she ignored them, going straight towards him and using her extra strength to raise him with one arm. "This is not what it seems like."
Instead of answering him Clarke just roared at him while showing his fangs. She was in full beast mode and she needed to show her mate that she was safe. She needed to show Lexa that she would protect her.
"She's mine!" the blonde vampire says darkly. "And yet you defy me by hurting her. By using your power on her!" she roared at him and she notices the way his eyes open in shock.
"How could you know?"
"I felt it." she hissed while squeezing his neck. "I told you to not hurt her, that to attack her was to attack me. Yet the first chance you get you go behind my back and hurt my mate! My soulmate!" she screams with tears in her eyes and squeezes tighter.
"Clarke..." Bellamy whimpers when he feels a crack coming from his neck.
"Don't say another word." Clarke spats at him.
"Clarke..." this time she does stop because that voice does not belong to Bellamy. It is the one of her soulmate. She was afraid.
"Lexa." Clarke whispers while letting go of Bellamy and doing her best to appear calm. "Please let me explain."
"What are you?" the brunette whispers. "Are those fangs?"
Clarke just stares at her soulmate, terrified of saying something that would make her run away, of leaving her alone forever. She knew she would not be capable of surviving that.
"You're not human." Lexa says while getting closer. She was scared, but not of Clarke. She knew that the blonde woman, or whatever she was, would never be capable of hurting her. She just knew it.
"I'm not." Clarke whispers while stepping away from Bellamy who was lying on the floor. "I'm a vampire."
"Let me see you." Lexa begs while getting close enough so that their bodies are touching.
Instead of answering, Clarke lowers her head submissively and allows the brunette to push her face upwards, purring despite herself with the sensations that are coming from Lexa's sweet caresses. She was touching the veins that were surely coming from her eyes, her elongated teeth and her red lips. She whimpered at the feeling of soft kisses on her eyes, then nose and finally lips. It was a reassuring and calming touch and Clarke reeled in it. It meant that Lexa didn't despise her. It could possibly even mean that Lexa accepted her.
"You're still the same Clarke I met two days ago." Lexa smiles softly while caressing her cheek. "Still the same soul."
"They say vampires don't have souls."
"Yet you called me your soulmate. Surely you must have one so that I can be yours."
"I never thought of it that way." Clarke whispers. "How can you be so calm?"
"I'm not." she smiles sadly. "But I just feel this need to console and reassure you Clarke. I can't do that unless I'm calm as well."
"It's the Bond." she explains. "It connects us and our emotions."
"That's how you knew I was in danger."
Clarke nods while getting close to Lexa's neck and quickly sniffing it. She feels the brunette freeze.
"I'm sorry." she apologizes while moving away but the younger woman holds her close. "Your smell reassures me."
"This is too strange." Lexa chuckles while caressing her hair. "I'm confused."
"I will explain everything to you." the blonde vampire promises her.
"I need time." Lexa says sadly when she feels the older woman is calm enough.
"I understand." Clarke says dejectedly.
"That doesn't mean I'm leaving Clarke." she promises. "I don't think I can." she whispers but the blonde still hears her.
"Thank you." Clarke chokes out while hugging Lexa.
"I'll find you when I'm ready." Lexa promises and kisses Clarke on the lips. "Don't kill him." she asks of her.
"He almost killed you!" Clarke hisses while staring at the man who was kneeling in front of them.
"But he's your friend. I know these things now as well." she points to her heart. "Don't burden yourself with his death. It's not worth it." Lexa promises and sees Bellamy's surprised face.
"As I told you earlier... You're worth everything." the blonde vampire promises surely. "But I'll consider it." Clarke relents but they all know that means Bellamy will live to see another day. "May we meet again." she chokes out.
"We will meet soon." Lexa reassures her and leaves the two vampires alone.
Clarke immediately takes her cellphone out and orders some of her bodyguards to trail Lexa back to the safety of the hotel. She couldn't risk anyone hurting her. Although it did seem that the biggest risk came from her trusted friends. And that pained her.
"How could you?" the blonde whimpered with tears in her eyes. "After knowing what she means to me, how could you do that to me? To your queen, to your friend?!" she screams at him.
"I'm sorry Clarke." he apologizes.
"I don't care about your apologies." she spats at him. "I want to kill you." she confesses and notices the way Bellamy flinches in fear. "But I promised Lexa I wouldn't."
"Thank you my Queen..."
"I'm not done." Clarke says darkly. "I won't kill you Bellamy, but you are no longer part of Arkadia. You're exiled from my coven. Do what you wish with your life but never return to my lands."
"Clarke..." Bellamy begs with tears in his eyes. His friends, his job, his people and all he owned was in Arkadia. "Please have mercy."
"Not killing you is mercy enough."
"But Murphy..." he chokes out.
"You can contact him and ask him if he wishes to leave with you. But neither can return if he chooses to do so."
"He will never do that."
"At least I'm giving you the courtesy of telling you my intentions before cornering the mundane boy." she hisses while her eyes become red again.
"I made a mistake." he looks down. "But please give me another chance."
"I've given you many already. But you went farther than what any vampire could fathom. You threatened my mate! What would you do if I did the same to yours? You would try to kill me no questions asked."
Bellamy choked his retort because Clarke was right: He would have tried to kill her no matter what.
"You have until the end of the weekend to fix your affairs and leave my coven." she says solemnly. "I never wish to see you again." Clarke says and leaves him behind.
Bellamy stares at the leaving figure of her blonde friend. He had messed things up and lost every single thing he had. And he had done so out of jealousy. He had been stupid and done everything Raven told him not to. But it was still dangerous for Clarke to be alone. She was still in the middle of negotiations. And no matter how much it pained him, he would always protect her. Taking his phone out, he dials a number he got told not to contact many years ago.
"Bellamy..." the woman on the other line says with hatred and anger. "I told you to never call me."
"I don't know who else to call Octavia." he whispers. "I fucked up big time and Clarke banished me."
"Why?"
"I threatened her soulmate."
"You're lucky you're alive." her sister says angrily. "Lucky Clarke had the control and benevolence to spare you. Unlike you did many centuries ago when it was my mate in your situation."
"It was a mistake." he whispers.
"You seem to make many of them."
"Please, this is not about me. Clarke needs our help. She's in the middle of negotiations with the covens and she can't stay alone. And she trusts you."
"Where are you?" Octavia murmurs.
"Mackinac Island, Michigan."
"I will tell Clarke that I'm on my way." she promises.
"Thanks Octavia." Bellamy smiles sadly.
"And Bellamy? Don't you dare call me again."