Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100
Warnings for child neglect and verbal abuse
Well, that happened
When it was announced to the world that vampires existed, real vampires and that many of them had control of parts of different countries throughout the world, understandably, many agents and detectives were sent to investigate these many locations.
It had been years since the first round of investigations had occurred. But now, years later, after the revelation that vampires existed, there was to be a new investigation. In St. Louis? There were supposedly multiple queens in control of the city.
And one Clarke Griffin, a detective, was sent out to investigate them. Make sure that there was nothing…malignant planned by these vampires.
Clarke had arrived prepared, armed to the teeth, metaphorically speaking. She had guns on her belt, one with regular ammo. The other gun had wooden bullets.
She also had a few knives made of silver, and a spray full of garlic water that she'd mixed with holy water.
She had heard a few rumors that none of the usual types of weapons against vampires worked.
Crosses, holy water, garlic, silver, stakes and sunlight did nothing, supposedly.
But many people didn't believe these rumors.
Because what? A whole legion of myths corroborating the same things, was wrong?
Myth after myth about stakes, sunlight, crosses, holy water, garlic and silver being affective against vampires, was bullshit?
No one believed that.
To be more specific? No one wanted to believe that.
Because if those implements didn't work against a race of beings that fed on the blood of human beings, then what worked?
Clarke hoped that what she brought would work, should the vampires she was about to speak to, bore her any ill intent.
Clarke moved between the many apartment buildings, and after a new half hour, reached the nightclub where these vampires ruled.
The nightclub was large, wide, the outside painted entirely black and Clarke had to guess that the inside was painted black, as well.
When she reached the narrow doorway, she saw the array of offerings of entertainment in the bar.
Purple, blue, red and yellow lights bounced all over painted back walls, people all dancing or leaning against the walls, talking and drinking.
There were cages dangling from the wall where scantily dressed dancers of both sexes, moved about, showing off their rears as they moved.
The long speakers were attached to each corner of the large room, pounding music blasting out of the speakers into the bar.
There was a big, black, leatherbound mechanical bull moving back and forth, fast and a woman was atop it, laughing as she gripped the handle, not getting thrown from the mechanical bull yet.
And the world's longest bar was at the backend of the room, with all of its shelves chockful of bottles of booze.
Clarke couldn't stop herself from snorting.
Well, she supposed that this bar had entertainment all decked out.
Almost everyone was either practically naked or dressed in tight, sleek leather.
Clarke entered the bar cautiously, noticing a couple of guards, each one of them flanking the side of the doorway, and she noticed them eyeing her, smirking.
She watched them carefully. She had a pretty good idea that these were vampires.
Maybe low-ranking vampires. But vampires.
She doubted that the vampires running this place would trust humans with guarding the entrances or exits.
She walked through the bar, moving past the various dancers, avoiding a few of them trying to get her to dance with them.
She reached the end of the bar, where the counter where the booze were sold, and moved to the left, finding the steps leading up to the next floor.
The next floor supposedly, was where the people who ran this club and who ran the city within the vampire community, were currently.
She went up to the top floor, moving up the black stairs, seeing the flashing neon blue, red, purple and gold lights.
When she went up the last flight of stairs, she found them.
A few round steps, leading up to several black thrones, were each there sat a figure.
They were facing her. The eighteen women on their thrones, looked Clarke's way and even from where she stood at the top of the small staircase, Clarke could make out the smiles on their faces.
Clarke got close, fighting the urge to reach for one of her firearms as she felt their predatory eyes on her.
When she stopped at their thrones, she greeted them, trying to make her voice loud enough for them to hear, without sounding like she was trying to insult them. And she had to raise her voice somewhat, because of the music still blasting away down below.
"Hello," Clarke said, her voice thankfully not that quiet but not that loud, either, "It's nice to meet you. I am agent Clarke Griffin. I was asked to come here to observe your club, and make sure that everything is…in order."
"Ah," One of the dark-haired vampire women chuckled, her fangs flashing, "You wish to see if we're not running any underground rings where we feed on people illegally." Clarke heard amusement in the woman's tone.
However, to make sure she hadn't offended, she said quickly, "No, it's nothing as bad as that."
Well, in all factuality, it actually was as bad as that.
Clarke didn't want to offend anyone, especially seeing as there were a lot of vampires in the world and they all apparently were way, way more powerful than the books, movies and TV shows suggested.
But that was in fact, what Clarke's bosses were worried about.
How did they know that vampires didn't run illegal rings where they were draining people against their will, or even draining them to the extent that they were killing human beings?
The problem was, there was no way of knowing, unless someone came by to give an unexpected inspection.
"You don't need to spare our feelings," Another dark-haired woman assured Clarke, her voice having a Russian accent, "We know well enough why you're here. In that case, why don't we take you on a tour of the club? You can see all of it yourself. Every compartment, corner and the cellar included. You can even keep those firearms you have on you, trained on us the whole time."
Clarke stiffened, eyes wide.
It shouldn't be a surprise to her that these women knew about the firearms. She was an agent of the government. Obviously, she would be equipped with guns on her.
Still, the way these women looked at her, as if they knew everything about her, made her very uncomfortable.
"Shall we start the tour?" One of the other vampires; a white-haired woman with light brown skin asked, "Or do you need more time?"
"No," Clarke said, hating the uncertainty in her voice, "I can go now. But make sure you're where I can see you."
"If you insist," one of the other women said, as they began to lead Clarke in the direction of the rest of the club.
They each introduced themselves to Clarke as they walked.
Clarke learned each of their names; Dinah Lance, Wanda Maximoff, Hela Odinsdotter, Niylah Carter, Tora Olafsdotter, Beatriz da Costa, Mari Jiwe McCabe, Helena Bertinelli, Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, Maria Hill, Sigrid Nansen, Shayera Hol, Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokoff, Pepper Potts, Diana Prince and Brunnhilde Moretti.
The eighteen vampires led Clarke through the various levels of the club, and Clarke got to see all the….well, for lack of better terms, sketchy things happening.
None of it was illegal, from what she could see, but this most certainly wasn't the place for someone who came here, expecting something as tame as a simple dinner and movie.
There were women and men alike dancing suggestively against poles, both men and women alike practically naked, save for skimpy, black leather underwear. The women barely were wearing black leather tops, and only some of the men were wearing black leather tops.
Men and women alike were seated on the bar counters, with their partners between their legs, moaning as the women were being either eaten out or fingered and the men were being either jerked off or being given blowjobs.
Clarke tried to avert her eyes, trying not to feel affected by the moans she heard or the occasional cries she heard or the sounds of spankings and the wet squelching sounds that obviously was something explicitly sexual.
Two men were fucking on top of a pool table, doggy style.
There was a woman tied to a wall, her legs spread and a man and a woman both kneeling down and eating her out.
Clarke could tell from the smile on her face as the woman looked down at her two partners, that the woman had no objection to being in that position.
Clarke had rarely seen people willingly having sex in a public space.
Clarke had known well what expectations were like. Her mother was happy to remind Clarke almost every day that she thought Clarke was a failure and a disappointment.
Clarke wasn't sure she hated her mother.
But she certainly felt apathy for the woman. She knew for sure that Abby Griffin should never have had children.
But there was no help for it now, was there?
Clarke was just happy to be in a position where she could get away from that woman.
Abby Griffin was loved by Clarke's father, Jake Griffin, and that was why Clarke thought that maybe Abby was worth respect.
But she had her doubts.
But the fact was, her mother had always been happy to shame Clarke for any sexual desires Clarke had. Because Clarke, according to Abby, was meant to "make her mother proud." And in Abby's mind, Clarke's job to make her mother proud, translated to "doing every single thing Abby wanted and more, and it will never be good enough."
Clarke had often not told her mother about what relationships she'd have, worried about her mother's accusing look or words.
Her mother, who never stood up for her, ever.
Clarke knew that her father still loved her mother, but she couldn't help but be happy that her father was now divorcing her mother.
And seeing all these people fucking, (there didn't seem to be any better word for it) Clarke had to wonder how exactly Abby could exist in a world where things as natural as sex, was prevalent.
It wasn't like sex automatically meant that someone was forcing themselves on someone else.
As long as both or more than two people, that were involved in the sexual act, were both or all willing, and as long as everyone was a full-grown, consenting adult, and that people were willing to stop when someone said, "stop," and there wasn't any extreme pain, then didn't that mean that everything was fine?
But again, Clarke wasn't convinced that her mother didn't live on an entirely different planet from everyone else.
Clarke's eyes traveled to a few cages, where people were dancing around. The same as before. Men and women alike, barely dressed, dancing about.
Clarke was surprised to see a few plus sized young women and a few plus sized young men.
It was rare to see chubby people being seen as desirable as those that were muscled or skinny.
Clarke saw several of the patrons gawking lustfully at the vampires she was with.
Clarke said absentmindedly, "You know, a lot of the people around are clearly hoping you'll have sex with them."
"Oh, we hadn't noticed," Diana purred and Clarke knew instantly that the vampire was being sarcastic.
It seemed pretty apparent. Vampires were considered extremely alluring and desirable. While Clarke hadn't understood a great deal of the innuendo she had heard about vampires growing up, she started getting it when she became a teenager.
Vampires were seductive and the idea of being under the control of such powerful and dangerous beings, clearly was arousing and exciting to a lot of people.
Clarke pushed down her mental images of her being pinned to a wall or tied to one of the thrones and each of these women taking turns biting her and fucking her.
She pushed that thought into the back of her mind.
She felt heat go to between her legs, but she tried to distract herself as she said, "Do you normally have this many people here?"
"Yes," Melina answered, "As I'm sure you know, it's an important establishment for those who wish to experience something far more exciting than what they're used to."
Clarke figured that much.
For most exhibitionists, things like BDSM, breathplay, edgeplay, and even more extreme types of play, were already exciting prospects. But for those looking for something that was even further out there? This establishment must appear very promising, indeed.
Perhaps the reason why so many came here, was because they looked at it as if it were a brief access of something that they were told routinely in their everyday lives, was a forbidden pleasure.
Things that were forbidden, tended to be sought after more than the more easily accessed things.
It was that childish urge that everyone had, but never outgrew. You told someone not to do something? And that gave them the desire to do it, all the more.
"I see," Clarke said, understanding it a lot better than she wished she did.
As they moved through the club, Clarke occasionally being looked at. Looked at occasionally with curiosity, but also, with some interest and sexual desire.
Clarke ignored these looks far better than she did the sights of people actually being fucked in this club.
The sight of people getting fucked hard was enough to make blood run down to between her legs, but being the object of sexual interest only worked if she had reason to be excited by the person that was sexually interested in her.
Clarke might have kept most of her sexual encounters a secret from her mother. But that sure didn't mean that Clarke was a prude.
She'd had sex with some boyfriends in the past and some girlfriends, too.
Her father knew that Clarke had dated more than she let on to her mother, but her mother certainly didn't know.
Still, the people that Clarke were interested in, would have to make themselves very appealing.
And as a result, people just looking at her lustfully and even making a few comments about how they wanted to "lick her pussy" did nothing for her.
Then a couple of vampires got close.
Clarke saw one of these vampires; a woman, get close, leering at Clarke and she purred, "Why, who's this? A young, sweet police officer here to investigate us? I'll let you investigate me, little girl. Just come over here with me, I'll give you a performance that'll make you cum thinking about it every time you remember it."
"Enough!" Natasha snarled, stepping forward, her visage changing.
Her teeth became sharp fangs, her eyes became yellow, and the roar she let out, made several people in the club freeze and turn their heads, fear all over their faces at what they heard.
Clarke gasped, feeling her heart leap.
She knew that technically it was her fault. She had allowed herself to forget what these women were.
She had allowed herself to forget that they could at times have fangs and yellow eyes and roar like dangerous creatures from a person's nightmare.
The woman vampire who had approached Clarke, stepped back, but didn't stop smirking.
The woman gave one last suggestive look to Clarke, then turned around and walked away.
Clarke looked from the retreating figure to Natasha.
"Who was that?" She asked, and she tried not to groan at how shaky her voice sounded.
"That was Hope van Dyne," Niylah answered, "Her father is one of our allies. She isn't nearly as old as all of us. But she likes to ruffle our feathers somewhat."
Yes, Clarke could see that.
Clarke looked at Natasha, trying to ignore her racing heart. She wasn't a new police officer on the job. She had seen threats before. Murderers armed with knives and guns, armed robbers, a few terrorists, even.
But seeing an actual vampire ready to attack someone, sent a primal shot of fear right through Clarke.
Centuries and centuries of evolution designed to alert a human to predators that were capable of tearing a human being to pieces, paid off, as seeing Natasha with those yellow eyes and sharp fangs, caused icy fear to spread through Clarke and inspired her to step back from the vampire and reach down to her belt where her closest gun was.
She didn't grab hold of that gun, but the fear was prevalent.
Natasha and the other vampires must have noticed her fear, because they looked to her, and Clarke thought for a second that Natasha actually looked sad, and the redhead's yellow eyes changed back to green and her fangs shrank and became normal looking human teeth again.
"We're sorry, Clarke," Tora said softly, "We didn't mean to frighten you. Hope has tried to get us worked up for a long time. It's best to ignore her."
Clarke knew that she probably shouldn't have said it, but she answered, "Ignore it? Like you did?"
She watched as Natasha and the other seventeen vampires appeared to look embarrassed at the display they just showed her.
"I'm afraid that wasn't our best moment," Diana said, "But we promise, no one here was in danger."
Clarke tried to calm herself down, taking a few small breaths.
Her whole purpose for being here at this club, was to learn. To understand these vampires.
She knew she couldn't screw that up by reacting badly to them just acting the way vampires acted when they were disrespected, now.
"Okay. Okay, then," Clarke said, breathing out softly, startling herself by how easily she had calmed herself down, "I get it. Should we move on now?"
The vampires appeared uncertain, but they led Clarke through the club again.
Clarke still saw more and more pleasurable sights that she knew that the society that she'd grown up in, would call immoral and sinful.
Two bare chested men, with their pants open, thrusting into the same woman who was practically naked, one of them thrusting into her front, the other pounding into her from behind, all three parties moaning loudly. The two men were both vampires, as it turned out, and their hips made that all the clearer as they moved back and forth with a speed that sent the woman panting and coming in under seconds.
A clothed vampire woman sitting down in a red leatherbound chair, with another woman on her lap, most likely human, but most definitely a naked woman, with her fingers between the naked woman's legs, three fingers thrusting in and out, as the woman on her lap kept her legs spread and screamed and moaned, as the vampire woman that held her, bit into her neck.
Along one of the smaller counters of a bar, further along the club, a man was lying down on his back, and a woman was riding his face, moaning and crying out, as the man lewdly kept licking. Another man was at the other end of the bar and he was sucking the man's dick.
Three women, two vampires and one human woman, had the human woman between them on a small stage next to where a large group was dancing and howling. One of the vampire women had a strap-on, had the human woman on her hands and knees, and was thrusting into the woman, holding the woman's hips tight as she thrust back and forth into the woman with frightening speed, as the woman she was thrusting into, ate out another vampire woman.
Clarke tried to keep the heat that was growing between her legs from becoming unbearable, but it was difficult.
She kept imagining that she was between these eighteen women she was with and they were performing some of the acts that Clarke was witness to.
When finally, Clarke and the group of eighteen vampires moved away from all the partying and sex, getting to a small, private room, that was actually completely different from the chaotic room they had just exited, Clarke was surprised at how normal the room looked.
The lights were all on, appearing just like a regular, lit up room, not at all like that dark room behind them with some flashing lights, to heighten the mood.
Clarke noticed several extremely normal appearing pieces of furniture around the room, including several couches.
The hum of the music from the next room over, still made the walls shake somewhat, but it certainly wouldn't be loud enough for them to talk in here.
Pepper turned to Clarke and gestured to one of the nearest couches. "Please," she said, "Sit down."
Clarke tried to ignore what she felt between her legs, those images thanks to what she had seen, not leaving her mind. But she sat down on the couch, facing the vampires approaching.
Helena reached out and plucked the top of a rose from its stem, and brought it over to Clarke, presenting it to the young woman.
Clarke looked down at the rose in Helena's hand.
She took it carefully, looking to Helena. "Thank you," she said quietly, a bit confused as to Helena's action.
Helena beamed, seeming very happy that Clarke had thanked her, indicating to her that she had done something right.
Cautiously, Clarke asked, "What do you want to talk about?"
The vampires seated themselves across from her. "We know that you're here to investigate that everything happening here is consensual and not illegal," Yelena said, sounding casual, as if she honestly didn't care about that part, "But there's something we should talk about first."
"Yeah?" Clarke asked carefully.
"We're vampires," Beatriz said, stating the obvious, "And as a result, we, like all vampires, have a mate. Most vampires only have one mate. Some have two mates. We all have only one mate. Shared mate. We all have the same soulmate."
Clarke was trying to piece together what this was about, when she noticed how these women were looking at her.
Her eyes widened. No, it couldn't be, could it? These women were not trying to tell her what she thought they were trying to tell her, right?
Clarke said, unable to help the small laugh, "You know you don't have to try to convince me of anything, right? I'm only here to see if everything is up to code. You don't have to try to convince me that I'm the soulmate to all of you."
"This is not about getting on your good side," Tora assured Clarke, smirking, "We're just telling you the truth. You are the mate to all of us. We are all your mates."
Clarke shifted back uneasily, not sure she was comfortable with whatever this was. "That can't be," she said, "Firstly, even if I believed that soulmates existed? How could one person be a soulmate to eighteen different people?"
"We don't know how soulmate bonds work, Clarke," Diana said, smiling, "We'd tell you if we knew. But we don't know."
"We just know that we are your soulmates, Clarke," Niylah said.
Clarke observed these vampires, holding the rose in her hands, the rose suddenly now taking on a different meaning for her, now that she knew the vampires though of her like this, even if they were out of their minds.
"Okay," Clarke said, taking a breath, "I think maybe I might have given you the wrong impression about me," she lowered the rose down onto the table in front of the couch, then sat back up as she said, "I'm not interested in any mind games. I just came here to see if things are being handled correctly and that no one is abusing any person or any laws. And as it seems that you are not doing anything like that? I see no reason for me to remain here."
To Clarke's surprise, none of the vampires appeared angered by Clarke's words.
Dinah actually laughed, "We're playing no mind games with you, Clarke. None at all. We promise you. We felt our connection with you, as soon as we saw you. You felt that connection too, as soon as you saw us. The difference? You're human. So, you can't feel the connection as strongly as we can."
Clarke tried not to laugh again.
These vampires had a lot of explanations, didn't they? Didn't make any of those explanations true.
Clarke said carefully, "According to all of you, I'm the soulmate to all of you, huh? Does also mean you're soulmates to each other, too?"
"No," Natasha said, "We're not. We're only soulmates to you specifically. Not to each other."
"Well," Clarke snorted, "That's convenient."
"You'll believe what you choose to believe," Diana said, "But now that that particular cat is out of the bag? We'd like you to listen to something else. Because we know that this is a routine investigation, we would like it if you were the agent that did the investigations from now on. And no one else."
Clarke's eyes widened at that.
It was true that Clarke wasn't a that experienced an agent, yet. But to expect her to be the routine investigator? That job would be swapped out for another agent soon. Or rather, that was the expectation.
"You want me to be your personal investigator?" Clarke asked, surprised.
"That is what we just said, right?" Shayera said, smirking.
Clarke's eyebrows went up as she said, "Uh, sorry but why? Because you actually believe that I'm the soulmate to all of you? I'm going to need more convincing before that."
"We can give you plenty of convincing," Melina said, smiling, "You know just as well as we do that the job of investigating vampire clubs, pays very well. Is that not incentive enough?"
"No, I mean," Clarke shook her head, "I mean you need to give me more convincing that I'm your soulmate."
Yes, Clarke knew that investigating vampire clubs by default, paid a lot. Not many people were willing to go into a club as dangerous as this one. Yes, many came here looking for a thrill. But there were many out there that assumed the moment you stepped into a vampire's lair, you were dead.
But she refused to believe that she was the soulmate to even one of these vampires, let alone to all eighteen of these vampires.
"Oh, I think we can work on proving that," Mari said, smirking, "Just give us time."
Clarke sat back, now understanding.
The words, 'just give us time,' said it all.
They were hoping during her sessions investigating this club, annual sessions, no less, she would have more contact with them. The more contact with them she had, the more she'd know about them and the more they'd know about her.
And the more that happened, the more the chances were that they could get her to believe that they were her soulmates.
Clarke considered this for several minutes. Yes, she knew it was risky. Especially given that there were eighteen vampires that apparently had a great deal of interest in her.
But as she already knew, this particular job paid a lot.
And what was more? Hadn't some part of her been waiting for something like this? For years, she had hoped for something amazing to happen. Something that really mattered. And here she was, with eighteen vampires who she presumed wished for her to know many of their secrets.
Didn't she have a lot to take away from this? Sure, these vampires sounded like they were out of their minds, but it didn't change that she could perhaps benefit a lot from this.
"And more than that," Brunnhilde said, grinning, "You'd get to one day be in a relationship with us. And you could release some of that sexual need you have."
Clarke froze. She had hoped that none of the vampires could tell. But she'd heard that vampires had very good senses of smell.
She had hoped that was just a rumor, but…
"I'm not aroused or anything," Clarke said, and she knew how ridiculous that sounded. Even if these vampires didn't have extremely good sense of smell, she didn't doubt for a second they'd see through her weak protest easily.
"Oh, you're not?" Carol asked, smirking, "We've been smelling your arousal that's been growing since the second you saw us. It just grew more after you saw all the…sexual exploits of our patrons in the other room."
Clarke winced. Her arousal probably was very difficult to miss for vampires.
Clarke took a breath and said, "Okay, I'll agree to this arrangement. But keep this talk about how I'm your mate, to a minimum."
Several of the vampires chuckled, enjoying Clarke's agreement.
"No promises," Diana said, and Clarke tried to ignore how her stomach flipped and her heart warmed at the words.
There was no way she was their mate. It couldn't be.
When at last it was time for her to leave the club, she said goodbye to all of them, uneasily, and they smiled seductively to her as they saw her off.
"Please consider coming back soon," Niylah said, handing Clarke the rose that Helena had picked for the blonde agent, "We enjoy having you here."
Clarke gave an uncertain nod and walked away from the club quickly, shaken.
When she was far from the club, she actually began considering what she had just experienced.
She had just met eighteen vampires; queens of St. Louis. Vampires that were convinced that she was their mate. And wanted her to come back.
And Clarke wasn't sure she didn't want them too.
Clarke was unable to help it, she laughed quietly, then said the only words that she felt summed up what she had just witnessed and listened to, "Well, that happened."