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The final installment of the Betrayal series. Warnings for betrayal, controlling behavior and forced turning.
Her last heartbeat as a human
These past few days had gone by in almost a flash. The happiness and peace and pleasure that Clarke and all of her mates knew, was perfect for this location.
The vampires had shown Clarke the different spots around the property of the house where she could look at nature, enjoy seeing the deer, rabbits, birds, occasionally garter snakes too. There was a startling amount of rabbits running around the area. Not that Clarke minded. She always thought of rabbits as cute.
Hearing that Anastasia had snorted, "And that's unusual? Everyone thinks rabbits are cute."
Clarke had grinned and had just kept watching the rabbits run around and play and eat the grass, calmed by the presence of the small animals.
When Clarke got to one of the ponds and looked at the goldfish swimming around, noticing a few frogs, as well, the vampires watched her, their eyes turning sad.
Time was beginning to run out. They had decided privately when they'd turn her.
And this was the last day.
The very last day when Clarke would be human.
Then tomorrow?
Soon after Clarke ate her breakfast, they would do it. They would tell Clarke as gently as they could, what was going to happen, and they hoped she could be convinced.
But if not?
Well, they didn't exactly need her permission to turn her. And they were stronger than her. And they had magic. All they would have to do, was restrain her, drain her of her blood and force her to drink their blood.
They wanted her to have a choice. However, if she refused, they would not be able to respect her choice. They couldn't risk her staying human for much longer. There were just too many things that could go wrong, even with them protecting her.
They couldn't stop diseases. They couldn't stop aging. Not without siring Clarke.
And vampires didn't age or get diseases.
They knew they needed to do this for her. But it hurt them, all of them that they were going to do this against Clarke's will, if she refused. And that they had deceived her.
When Clarke turned back to them, they all forced on smiles and they led her back to the house.
Night fell, they had dinner, watched the stars, saw some fireflies out, which Clarke appeared enchanted by, even if she had seen them dozens of times before, and they went back inside eventually to have dessert.
Then they went off to bed.
That night was more intense than usual, and the vampires were sure that Clarke could tell that something was off.
As Clarke was pounded into from behind by Anastasia, as the vampire wore a strap-on, thrusting into Clarke, her hands gripping Clarke's hips and holding her up as she pounded in, Clarke cried out against the pillow, grabbing the sheets violently, any thoughts of what was wrong with her lovers, with whatever was bothering them, fleeing her mind.
As Clarke screamed, and Anastasia came a few seconds after Clarke did, Clarke wasn't given time to recover. The moment Anastasia pulled out of Clarke and stepped away, someone moved under her and grabbed her thighs and pushed her down, making her begin to ride someone's mouth.
Clarke screamed, grabbing the sheets anew, humping the mouth helplessly, having no idea who was between her legs right now.
She got her answer when she heard Yelena snort, "Look at her riding Thundra, you'd think she hasn't fucked in weeks."
"You're surprised, Yelena?" Melina asked, chuckling, "We could pleasure her over a million times in one day, and she'd still always want more."
Clarke moaned against the pillow, both at the terrible things Thundra was doing with her tongue to Clarke's pussy and clit, and because of what Melina said.
Melina's words may have been extremely tasteless, however, Clarke wasn't sure she could protest against the brunette's words. Melina was most likely right about that.
Thundra writhed her tongue against Clarke's clit then Clarke's opening, then her clit again, over and over and Clarke screamed, humping Thundra's face, eyes closing as fireworks flashed in front of her eyes as she came again.
She sagged against Thundra after she came, beginning to recover, when Thundra moved out from under her and Clarke was pushed over onto her back, feeling her legs being pinned apart again, and she cried out, arching off the bed, when she felt three mouths on her cunt.
One mouth wrapped around her clit and sucked, one tongue stretched out and licked along Clarke's vulvae, and one tongue slipped into Clarke's cunt.
Clarke looked down, trying to see who had their mouths on her now. She groaned when she saw Natasha sucking her clit and both Yelena and Melina also going down on her.
Clarke cried out, both so stimulated that she couldn't help it and at the very sight of all three Natasha, Yelena and Melina using their mouths on her and she arched up, her eyes rolling up in her head as she felt her newest climax begin to get ready to crash through her.
When it hit, she screamed louder than she had all night arching so much that she almost leapt off the bed as she bucked against Natasha, Melina and Yelena's mouths, clenching around Melina's tongue.
But as Clarke began to recover, she discovered she should have known better than to think that she'd get much time to do so. Because as soon as that climax and orgasm were over, all three Natasha, Melina and Yelena started up again.
There was a safeword in place. But everyone, including Clarke knew that Clarke wasn't going to use it.
So, all Clarke could do was buck her hips up, meeting every suck and lick that Natasha, Yelena and Melina were administering to her with helpless and desperate thrusts.
Whenever Clarke's climax and orgasm would wash over her, all three of them started up again.
This went on for what had to be hours.
Then when they finally retreated from Clarke's pussy and clit, Clarke gasped in borderline relief.
She was given some water and checked on.
As soon as she was hydrated and she promised them she was fine and she could go a few more times, then the rest of the vampires unleashed their passions as well.
In other words, Clarke got fucked for what had to be at least eighty more times. She was positive.
She passed out a few times, and would wake up and promised that she was fine to go again.
Honestly, she wasn't sure if it was healthy for a person to pass out as many times as she did.
But Clarke wasn't going to deny for a second, that it was the best sex she had ever experienced in her entire life.
When morning arrived and Clarke woke up, met with her loving mates, she hugged herself to each of them, feeling so fucking lucky that they were her mates, that they were there for her.
Natasha, Diana, Mari and Yelena got Clarke to the shower, helped her wash off, before each of them made Clarke cum several more times, (big surprise), and then washed her off some more, and Clarke and the vampires all got dressed.
They all went to breakfast and ate.
It wasn't lost on Clarke that all of the food she'd eaten since coming here, were mostly her favorite foods. Thai and Chinese food that her mates had gotten from restaurants, fruits, really, really sweet chocolates. Everything that she ever wanted in her gluttonous appetite, she had it.
A strange thought hit Clarke then in warning, "Almost as if they're buttering you up for something."
Clarke was halfway between eating one of her dumplings when that thought struck her. But she quickly dismissed it.
That was crazy. Her mates would never hurt her. Ever.
What, they had protected her since she was seven, kept her safe for almost two decades now, all to lie to her and eventually kill her? That was ridiculous.
She knew them. They wouldn't hurt her.
So, she just kept eating, ignoring this lingering sense that there was something wrong.
About an hour after breakfast and Clarke had suggested they watch something and Helena had started playing a movie on the DVD player, and the movie had begun, the vampires each shared a knowing look.
They knew it was time now. They knew it.
Fitting enough time as any, since Clarke had her eyes glued to the screen where Bela Lugosi as Dracula was introducing himself to Renfield in his castle.
Too on the nose?
Probably. But if they were going to be honest with Clarke now? Then they figured they should be as honest as possible. Tactful, but honest.
So, when Hela and Diana and Mari and the others all nodded to Natasha, she nodded back, a sad smile on her face and she looked at Clarke, speaking softly, "Clarke, love, we need to speak to you. Can you pause the movie a moment?"
Clarke looked at Natasha, startled, but nodded and grabbed the remote, pausing the movie, then put the remote down back onto the coffee table. She then looked back at Natasha.
"Yeah, Nat," she asked, "What's up?"
Natasha breathed in deeply, then released that breath, sad, "Clarke, I'm sorry, but there's something we need to tell you. You know that we love you, don't you?"
Clarke narrowed her eyebrows, confused. "Of course, I know that," she said, "Nat," she looked to the other vampires, seeing their somber expressions, "What's going on? Is everything alright? Is it the rest of the coven? Are Sam, Steve and the others alright?"
Natasha and the rest of the vampires smiled and chuckled. Clarke cared about the rest of the coven. She might not know them all that well, but she had met them, and them being Natasha and the other vampires' coven, made Clarke care about them more.
"No, Clarke," Diana promised, "The rest of the coven is safe, Clarke. We swear. All of them are. This isn't about the coven. This is about you."
"Me?" Clarke asked, now again confused, "Why?"
Natasha and Diana looked at each other, then both hugged Clarke; Natasha from the front and Diana from behind.
Clarke, while still very confused, hugged Natasha back and nuzzled into Diana's neck.
She had no idea what was happening here, but clearly whatever it was? It was upsetting to her mates.
She'd do whatever she could to make them feel better.
"Hey, whatever it is?" Clarke said, "It's okay. You can tell me."
Some frightened part of Clarke wondered if the vampires had changed their minds about whether or not they wanted to be with her or that they had discovered that she wasn't actually their mate or something.
Maybe that was why they were treating her like she was more special than usual. They always treated her like she was special, but they were doing it way more than usual these past few days.
Was that why?
But she tried to ignore that upsetting thought. They wouldn't keep something like that a secret from her for that long, right?
She tried to ignore her fears of abandonment.
Fears that had never really left her, thanks to what her biological mother had done to her and how the people at the orphanage had treated her, before she, Wells and Lydia were adopted by Clint and Laura Barton.
It wasn't as bad as it used to be, but it still felt like this big, painful black hole where most of her insecurities stemmed from
She had some really ugly abandonment issues, she knew that. And if these women left her, she wasn't sure she would be able to cope.
When Natasha and Diana let go of her, Natasha said, looking at her, "You know that we'll always protect you, right?"
Clarke nodded, those words making Clarke relieved. If Natasha was making promises like that? Then surely, this wasn't about them leaving her, right?
"Well," Dinah began stepping in for Natasha, when Natasha looked hesitant to say the next words, "This is probably going to be hard for you to hear. But we need to protect you. We can't risk you getting hurt or dying, Clarke. Ever. We love you too much. We can protect you. But only from so much. We can't protect you from diseases, or aging."
Clarke's eyes widened. Oh. This was about her mortality.
"Hey, I'm alright," Clarke gestured to herself, "See? I'm safe. I'm healthy. And I'm still young. You have decades to be with me."
"Actually," Hela said, chuckling and Clarke looked at the Draugr and she was startled at the look on the dark-haired woman's face, seeing a look that said that Hela was finally cutting to the chase, "We're going to have centuries with you. Whether you like it or not."
Clarke's mind couldn't fully comprehend what she had just heard, so she was left with questions for a few seconds, before Natasha finally hit the point home of what was happening here.
Natasha sighed at Hela's words and began speaking gently, "Clarke, we can't lose you. We just can't. And even if we had a thousand years to be with you, till you died of old age, that wouldn't be enough for us. Don't you see? That's why we brought you here. So that you wouldn't attack anyone after we turned you."
Clarke's eyes widened and she finally understood.
Oh, fuck.
Denial instantly started to enter her mind. This couldn't actually be happening. They wouldn't do this.
"You…you guys are joking, right?" She asked, a slight nervous chuckle leaving her.
Natasha shook her head. "We're not," she said, "We are going to turn you today, Clarke. Last night was your last night as a human being. We hope you'll accept, but we don't need your permission to turn you."
Clarke gasped, understanding now. "No, you said," panic filled her chest, "You said you'd never force me into anything."
"We said we'd never force ourselves on you, sexually," Diana said, "We've never lied about that, even if we felt tempted to at times, when we heard you with all of your partners during college. We never swore anything about not turning you against your will. We just didn't want to."
Fear, panic and horror flooded Clarke. They had told her a while ago that back when Clarke had been in college, that while they had listened to her with her many girlfriends and boyfriends, they had worried that they might lose control and abduct Clarke and force themselves on her.
She had been startled, naturally. But she hadn't been disturbed. Which probably was a bad sign. And she even was a little aroused by that thought-which definitely was a bad sign.
However, she hadn't realized that they had been planning to sire her against her will, for this long.
"That's why you brought me here," Clarke whispered, cold comprehension gripping her, "You wanted to make sure I didn't have a way of escaping."
Diana nodded. "Yes," she said, "That was why. As well as keeping you from attacking any humans for your first few years."
"Years?" Clarke whispered, shaking her head, as she moved off of the couch and the vampires let her. After all, it wasn't like she'd be able to outrun them.
Clarke said, eyes darting from one vampire who just sat and watched her, to the next, "But…my family…my mom and dad…my brothers and sisters…Natey…"
"They'll see you again," Natasha assured Clarke, "But only after you have some control over yourself and you won't attack any human beings. That will take a few years. But no longer than that. Don't worry. You will get to be with them again."
"No," Clarke said, panicked breaths coming in and out fast, "You can't…I don't want to. I won't let you make me into a vampire."
"Clarke," Yelena said, finally losing any arrogant tone of voice she previously had possessed as she and the other vampires stood up, "Do you really think you can stop us?" Yelena's words were apparent in making sure Clarke knew she didn't have a choice. But it didn't change that Yelena looked sad. So sad.
Clarke shuddered. They didn't want to do this. That was clear enough. But they decided that they had no other choice. That this was the only way to keep her safe. Safe from everything that they couldn't fight. Safe for eternity.
It made it so much more difficult to be angry at them, than if they were doing this just because they had wanted to force her to be a vampire from the beginning.
"I might not be able to stop you," Clarke said, backing away as they started following her, "But you know I won't forgive you for this, right?"
"We know," Tora said, swooping around the room with her speed and getting to the door before Clarke could reach it, effectively blocking the door, keeping Clarke from getting through it. Clarke gasped, seeing that they really were trapping her and keeping her from escaping. Tora stood in the doorway, blocking it as she said, staring at Clarke sadly, "But we'd rather you be safe from everything and hate us for eternity, than risk watching you die of disease or old age."
Unable to think of anything else, Clarke bolted to the stairs, knowing that the stairs would lead down to the cellar, which had a door that led out.
She knew, even as she got down the stairs, aware that the vampires had let her get that far, that she wouldn't be able to get very far after leaving the house. The vampires were all so, so much faster than her.
Even as she reached the bottom of the stairs and headed through the cellar, she knew how futile her actions were.
Still, her feelings of betrayal and hurt and shock fueled her. Because how could they do something like this?!
She reached the door leading outside and was surprised to find that no one was stopping her from unlocking the door.
She opened the door and ran out into the forest. She knew where the main roads were.
Again, something struck her. Why wasn't she being stopped? The vampires all were so much stronger and so much faster than her, so why hadn't she been stopped by now?
Had they changed their minds and decided that they wouldn't risk her anger and pain?
She hoped so, but she knew she couldn't go back. Not yet. She had to be sure they wouldn't do it.
Clarke ran through several groups of trees, finally feeling herself getting out of breath and having to stop by one, leaning against it and panting heavily, shaking, forehead covered in sweat.
She felt the cool air all around her and she lifted her head to stare up through the tree branches at the blue sky overhead. It was only when she lifted her head, did she feel hot moisture begin to spill down her cheeks.
Clarke sniffled, her right hand going to her face as she wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, her left hand resting against the tree trunk.
"How could all of you?" Clarke whispered, pain filling her chest, "How could you do this?"
She had trusted them!
Clarke leaned against the tree more, lowering her head, shaking with her cries, feeling more tears begin to fall. "I trusted all of you. How could you?"
Even as Clarke understood that it was hopeless. That even if she kept running for the main roads, she wouldn't be able to get away, she still felt a shiver run down her spine when she felt arms wrap around her waist and heard a voice at her ear say, "Because we love you, sweet girl. That's how."
Clarke gasped and felt herself being pulled from the tree and pulled back through the woods, in the direction of the house.
She knew who had wrapped their arms around her waist and who was pulling her. She recognized Diana's voice easily.
However, a pair of hands grabbed her wrists, restraining them as she was carried back.
Through her tears, Clarke glared up at whoever had grabbed her arms.
It was Shayera.
The orange-haired Strix woman stared at Clarke, and even in the dark, Clarke was sure she could make out Shayera's sadness in her gaze.
Clarke struggled in their grip, but she knew it would do no good.
Someone else reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, keeping her from struggling too much, so as to keep her from hurting herself.
Unable to help herself, she snapped, "What's the point of making sure I'm not hurt?! I'm just going to heal up after all this, after you fucking sire me!" She spat the word "sire" out like she was saying the most horrifying word in the English language.
"We know," Hela's voice said, and Clarke realized who was cupping the back of her neck to keep her from squirming, "However, any harm to you, as you know, is unacceptable to us."
"Yeah, sure," Clarke snorted, more tears coming, "You don't want to hurt me but you just can't help turning me against my will, which will fucking hurt me in another way. But hey, you don't care about that, do you?"
"Clarke," Diana sighed, "Of course we care about that. But we need you to be safe. And we will always keep you safe this way. You know that your family is going to be turned eventually too, don't you?"
Clarke winced. She knew that that was true. Jillian, Cooper, Wells, Lydia and Lila all had expressed interest in being a vampire, as long as it kept them with their family. And Clint and Laura both had said that when all of their children were vampires, there would be no reason for them to stay human.
And she knew that her friend, Laura, already had been sired. By her mate, Carmilla.
Still, Clarke protested, as she was carried across the yard of the house and brought to the front door of the house, "If you love me, then don't do this to me."
She heard a sad chuckle from Hela, and it occurred to Clarke that she hadn't often seen or heard Hela all that sad, unlike most of the others, since she was sure Hela hid her emotions more often than the others did, "We are going to sire you, even if it's without your permission, precisely because we love you."
They pulled Clarke through the door and into the house. Clarke heard the door of the house close up almost as soon as she was carried inside and looked at who closed and locked the door.
She glared daggers at where Melina stood when she saw that Melina was the one to close the door.
When Clarke was inside the house again, Diana, Hela and Shayera all released their hold on her, allowing her to step back from them, glaring at all of them.
"What was the point of allowing me to get that far outside?" She demanded, "What, did it get you off to think that I could run away but it would be futile?!"
"No, Clarke," Dinah said, "We just wanted to give you time to recover. We know this is a lot for you."
"Oh, yeah, so sorry that this is so hard for me to deal with," Clarke snarled at them, tears still falling, "So sorry that I trusted all of you so much, and just when I thought everything was fine, I got the rug pulled out from under me! Just when I thought that none of you would hurt me, would betray me, you backstab me. You really are monsters."
Clarke wished she didn't feel the guilt she did when she saw the pain flash through several of her mates' faces.
For all of her years knowing them, and even before that, when she had been sure she was being stalked and watched by some supernatural force that killed the people that hurt her, she had never, in her entire life, had called them monsters.
Not till now.
Natasha sighed, stepping closer, those beautiful green eyes so damn sad again, "Clarke, there's nothing you can say or do to get out of this. It's time."
Clarke shook her head and tried to run again, but she was suddenly frozen in place. She gasped.
She couldn't move.
Suddenly she was trapped where she was, unable to move. That was, until some invisible force slowly levitated her back off the floor and against a wall. She was pinned there, still unable to move.
Clarke glared her eyes in Wanda and Hela's direction, already having an idea of who was to blame for this.
Wanda had a sad smile on her face and Hela nodded in resignation.
None of them were enjoying this.
Clarke could accuse them of doing this because it got them off, all she liked, but she saw the truth in their faces.
They were doing this because they truly believed that they had to.
Natasha smiled sadly as she and Hela began to close in on Clarke.
The two of them and the other vampires had discussed it and they had decided that Natasha and Hela would be the ones to give Clarke their blood.
The blood of a Strigoi and a Draugr? What was more, a very powerful Strigoi and an ancient Draugr? Clarke would be more powerful than most vampires and as a result would be safer than almost anyone in the world.
They had all agreed on it, but Natasha still felt pain in her heart, looking at Clarke's tears.
There was something troublingly inevitable about how all this ended.
As if there was no other way they would have ended up turning Clarke.
Because Clarke would never have willingly become a vampire. Because she feared too much of what might happen afterwards.
And all of her mates, they knew they couldn't lose her.
So this? What was happening now? Clarke being forced to be sired? It felt almost like it had been unavoidable.
"We're sorry, my love," Diana said, closing in with Anastasia, Thundra and Mari, "You will be safe from everything soon."
Clarke felt tears fall down her face as she whispered, "Except from all of you, right?"
Those words had an effect on the vampires and they all looked sad at her words, then Diana, Mari, Thundra and Anastasia pushed up against her and lowered their heads, fangs out and Clarke squeezed her eyes shut, knowing what was coming.
She cried out when she felt their fangs pierce her skin. Diana bit into Clarke's left wrist, Anastasia bit into her right wrist. Thundra and Mari bit into Clarke's throat. All four vampires began to drink.
Clarke could feel her blood being pulled out. It was a bizarre feeling. She'd had her blood drawn in the past by doctors. This felt nothing like that.
She felt someone stroking her hair, felt someone else kissing her forehead, and felt someone else stroking the tears off of her face as she was drained and she almost laughed. Even when she was getting the life sucked out of her, actually getting sucked out of her, her mates were making sure she knew that she was safe and that she was loved.
She heard Natasha whisper infuriatingly soothing words in her ear.
Natasha whispered, "Ne boysya, moya lyubov'. Pozhaluysta prostite nas, malen'kiy. My tebya lyubim."
Clarke had no idea what it was Natasha was saying. During her years with these vampires, she had learned some words of the languages they had spoken when they still had been human. And she understood some of the Russian that Natasha had just said.
She understood malen'kiy, which meant "little one," and moya lyubov' meant "my love." But that was the extent of what she understood Natasha saying.
After what felt like a lifetime, Clarke could almost feel her heart starting to slow down. She could feel her any ability she had to struggle begin to fade and she could feel herself begin to black out.
However, before she did, she felt her mouth being pried open and felt something being pressed against her mouth.
She was too exhausted by that time to pull away, but she detected the metallic taste of blood in her mouth, being poured down her throat.
She tried to close her mouth, knowing what the blood was for, but her mouth was being held open.
Clarke was forced to drink what felt like fountains of blood for several minutes and then, only when whoever was giving her blood was satisfied, they pulled their bleeding wrists from her mouth and allowed the blood to move through Clarke's system, mutating her.
Clarke, unable to do anything else, mumbled one last word of rebellion, whimpering out, "No…"
"Don't be afraid, little one," Natasha cooed to Clarke, this time in English, as Clarke felt the blood from the vampire or vampires that had just fed her their blood, work its way through her system.
"We'll take care of you forever," Hela promised, whispering against Clarke's ear as she smiled in dark delight.
These were the last words Clarke heard in this life, before her heart stopped and the vampire blood killed her, temporarily and she blacked out.
Around her, the vampires lowered her to the ground, watching her sadly, having heard her heart stop. It wouldn't be long before she awoke, her heart starting up again, this time, a fully vampire heart, beating with vampire blood in its valves.
Natasha, Hela and the others all looked at each other. They hated that they had hurt Clarke this way, destroyed the trust that she had given them. But they had to do this. For her.
She would be safe this way.
They knew there were several deer in the forest. Perfect for when Clarke awoke and was hungry and needed blood.
They could hear the deer not that far from this house. A whole flock of them. Full of blood.
Clarke would awake, hungry and in need of blood and since they'd never have her feed on humans this early, even willing humans, they'd get Clarke to the deer and feed on them.
After several minutes went by, they knew it was time.
And when they heard the first new heartbeat? They knew they were right.
Clarke didn't move. There was no outright sign that she was alive again, this time with her internal system completely changed. Vampires didn't have undead hearts like people thought.
Vampires weren't undead. They were killed, then brought back, with changed internal organs and blood.
They were simply mutated. Immortal but mutated.
Not undead.
You wouldn't call someone who had died, but was revived with CPR or the electrical paddles undead, would you?
Clarke's heart started beating several more times and finally, she began to move. She twitched somewhat, then started to lift herself up off of the floor.
All of the vampires smiled, pleased.
"Clarke," Diana began happily, when Clarke was up on her feet.
Clarke opened her eyes and they were black with hunger. This, all of Clarke's mates had expected. However, when Clarke's mouth opened up, revealing rows and rows of sharp teeth, and she roared, they had expected that noise to be one of solely hunger.
But it wasn't.
That roar wasn't just a sound of hunger.
But a sound of pure rage and betrayal.
And all of the vampires sadly knew, as Clarke made a lunge at them, and they got ready to restrain her, watching as Clarke lost control of her anger and instincts, exactly what the origins were of this rage and these feelings of betrayal.
Author's note
So, I think what Natasha said to Clarke in Russian, was, "Don't be scared, my love. Please forgive us, little one. We love you."