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Wrote this, hoping that it would be as flowery and sort of poetic as possible. Probably didn't work, but I wanted to make it appear almost like a gothic tale.
Warnings for heavily implied murder and eventual rape.
Awaiting the inevitable
You perhaps would not think that living as a vampire in a world where bombs and radiation had befallen the entirety of the world, would be a simple feat.
But it was. For these nineteen women, it was.
Especially as no one was aware of their true nature. All so convenient for these nineteen women.
No one knew about the secret of the race of the vampires.
And it would remain that way.
Vampires, contrary to legends, couldn't be killed in the way which had been fabricated.
No stake, no strings of garlic, no silver, no crucifixes, no holy water, no sunlight, no decapitation, even, would work.
And they could enter any residence at will, should they wish to.
They had no fear of fire, either. They had no fear of humans.
But they kept it a secret, because they would prefer their prey unaware. It made their prey all the sweeter to feast on that way.
It was all the more convenient when the eighteen vampires' shared mate arrived on the ground, in a metal ship. Their mate in question, a young girl of only seventeen years, face beautiful in soft, gentle way. She had pale white skin, appearing to have not gotten nearly enough sun-the poor girl truly needed more sun and more sustenance, blue eyes and white-blonde hair arrived only approximately eight months ago.
And who awaited this young girl, by the name of Clarke Griffin, and the other prisoners with her? Why a band of vampires, passing themselves off as human, and pretending to give…..so much help to the arriving prisoners on the ship.
And as long as they kept up that façade, it wasn't long till the rest of the young girl's people, upon a vessel known as the "Ark," came down, as well.
Clarke's vampire mates, the leaders of many covens on the ground, were greatly pleased. For this meant the arrival of more food.
It pleased them none at all, however, when they discovered how their mate was treated by the people whom she arrived down on the ground with.
The prisoners whom Clarke bore the misfortune of sharing her metal cage with, treated Clarke as if she were a pestilence.
And the girl's own mother murdered Clarke's beloved father.
The nineteen vampire queens decided almost immediately what it was they were going to do.
They would dispatch the lives of those who had caused such pain in their mate's heart. And they would claim Clarke as their own.
Oh, would Clarke cry for her mother? For those who she had come down to the ground with? Yes.
Clarke was a loving and selfless soul, she would cry for any, because her heart was that of gold.
But those around her had withering hearts of decomposing vermin.
All that mattered to these nineteen vampire women, leaders of many vampire colonies in this part of what was at one time referred to as America, was that their mate, Clarke Griffin, be theirs for all of eternity.
When they drank the life out of Clarke's mother, out of the people that had been aboard the vessel which Clarke had come down in, when Clarke was the only one remaining of her people, they would close in on her, see her fear, see her tears, but they would comfort her. She might be afraid and heartbroken at the beginning.
But centuries of love and attentiveness given to her, would mend that pain.
As for the twelve tribes who lived within separate communities from those who concealed that they were vampires? They would be relatively easy to deflect.
The vampires had made the arrangements with the commander of those twelve tribes already.
In exchange for allowing the vampire communities, who in some parts called themselves, "The Draculites," and in others, "The Carmillites," which alerted the tribes to none of the vampires' origins, as it seemed that the tribes did not understand the value of being literate, to be in this part of the territory of the tribes, the Draculites and the Carmillites could do as they wished with the Mountain Men and the Ark people both.
The commander was none the wiser of the bloodshed that would bathe her territory.
All the better for the vampires.
When it was over? The commander would assume that the lives of the Mountain Men and of the Ark people, had been dispatched through knives and swords. She and the rest of the tribes, had no idea what the Draculites and the Carmillites were.
The vampires were more than happy to grab ahold of the ignorance of the tribes and use it as they saw fit.
Which meant? By the end of this month, the Mountain Men and the Ark people would all be dead, Clarke would be taken by the vampires, and Clarke would be turned into a vampire. Claimed by her mates for the rest of eternity.
The tribes? When they learned that it was the Draculites and the Carmillites who wiped out the Mountain Men, they would be afraid, most likely, but also grateful. So they would disregard the commander and do whatever it was the Draculites and the Carmillites desired.
Clarke would resist her mates at first. Of this, all nineteen vampire queens were certain.
She may very well be a selfless girl and loving, but she held a will as strong as steel.
That was alright. Clarke's mates could bide their time.
They would have all of eternity to earn Clarke's forgiveness.
They knew that the beginning of Clarke's fear and hate of them would be the betrayal, as the nineteen of them had earned Clarke's trust from the beginning.
Clarke had no idea the women whom she considered friends and allies, were her soulmates.
Humans were unaware of the bond when a vampire happened to be their mate.
But a vampire felt the bond viscerally. It was almost painful for them to be far from their mate, which was why none of Clarke's soulmates ever left her side long.
Clarke Griffin's vampire mates; Niylah, Maria, Yelena, Sigrid, Melina, Hela, Beatriz, Carol, Natasha and Lucy-half sisters, Diana, Wanda, Mari, Shayera, Helena, Brunnhilde, Tora, Dinah and Pepper, would never leave Clarke's side and they would secure her place at their side for always.
Everything would be hers, after her mates tore the throats from Abby Griffin and those others who had harmed Clarke's spirit and threatened her.
They would posses her, take hold of her and take her away into their kingdom. Where she would have anything she could possibly want. Money, power, armies. And above all else? She would have love. People who would love her more than they could love anyone.
Clarke's soulmates, but also, the rest of the covens. Those who would treat her as they would family.
Just to name a few, Clarke would soon meet her brothers; Steve, Sam, Scott, Bucky, Thor, Loki, Bruce, Tony, Rhodey, T'Challa and Pietro.
And she would be taken in by many who would want to give her the parental love which Abby had denied Clarke for years.
They were here now, Clarke's nineteen soulmates, walking along the weed and grass covered pathways with Clarke, sharing smiles with her, pleased that for now, Clarke was unaware of their intentions.
At their backs, was the ship which Clarke had come to the ground in, the dropship, and there was the Ark which had landed not far from the dropship.
Many of those who were from the Ark, watched those in the vampire queens' armies with some suspicion, yes, but also some envy, wishing to know why Clarke, a girl who the people that Clarke had arrived with and who the Ark people had decided was beneath their notice, got the attentions of these nineteen magnificent women?
Clarke's mother, Abby Griffin, who deserved no such title in Clarke's life, pondered that, but remained silent, glaring at Clarke's back, envious of the role in which Clarke had taken amongst the nineteen queens.
All nineteen of the queens smiled in an almost loving fashion at Clarke, which was genuine, the trust in those beautiful blue eyes almost painful in Clarke's naivety, for she was unaware of what was going to happen to those all around her, before her mates claimed her as theirs.
This was trust, which they had earned for eight months. Sadly, they would be shattering that trust a month from now, and only in a few days. It would be then that Clarke would be eighteen. She would be of age.
Soon, they would kill every last person in the mountain, then they would kill every last one of the Ark people, except for Clarke.
And Clarke, even as she cried, even as she feared her mates, even as she resisted them, they would take her into their arms and carry her away with them, to their kingdom. Where she would know no suffering, no pain, no loneliness; only love, joy and pleasure.
When the nineteen of them had Clarke under them, even as she fought the entire time, they would bring her pleasure after pleasure, even as she fought. Her moans would be their treasure which they had won through their devotion.
Clarke's mates just had to wait for the right time to strike.
They were only awaiting the inevitable. And Clarke did not realize this, but she was awaiting the inevitable, too.
Author's note
Have I fulfilled my quota of dark and disturbing fics yet?