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Warnings for graphic violence, implied sexual violence, child abuse, child neglect and stalking.
That watched feeling
As far back as Clarke could remember? She had always gotten this…watched feeling.
It wasn't exactly a blatant feeling. It wasn't something that spiked up on her immediately and made her panic. Mainly because she hadn't become aware of it until she was older.
She would be playing in her room in her house, with bars on her window, since she knew her birth mother, Abby, hadn't cared for Clarke having freedom. Or friends, for that matter.
And she'd get this weird feeling that she couldn't really identify.
And when that happened, she always turned and looked at the window with the bars on it, the only window in her room.
But she saw no one there. Yet, she couldn't shake that strange feeling from her.
Still, she saw no one there, so, she went back to playing with her stuffed animals.
Years went on, and her abusive birth mother and her birth mother's boyfriend, Kane, were murdered.
Clarke was taken to the modern version of an orphanage and stayed there for a year, making two friends, Wells Jaha and Lydia Martin, then she and her two new friends were adopted by Clint and Laura Barton.
The three of them had ended up with a new home, new parents that actually loved them, and new siblings.
Clarke, given her experiences with parents, didn't trust Clint and Laura's affections all that much.
Still, as time went by, she came to see the Bartons more and more like her family.
However, that feeling that she had experienced back at her old house, increased.
She felt like she wasn't alone, even when she was in the front yard of the Barton home, and everyone else was either inside or elsewhere in the yard.
She felt like she was being watched.
Again, she tried to ignore it. Tried to tell herself that it was just her imagination.
Just like she tried to tell herself that it was just a coincidence that all of the people that had ever mistreated her in some way, usually wound up dead.
Her birth mother, Kane, those kids at the orphanage; Murphy, Miller and Jasper.
At last, she could not pretend that it was all a coincidence, when this thug that tried to abduct her, years later, Bellamy, and his sister, Octavia, and their friends, Raven, Dante and Cage, all wound up dead.
Bellamy, the worst of them, was killed in the worst way. It was horrific how he was killed; skinned alive, nails hammered into his head, it was just nasty work.
But if anyone deserved to be killed in that way, it was him.
However, it had dashed away the last of Clarke's doubts that any of this was a coincidence.
She was being watched, and someone was tracking her, protecting her.
At least, she thought that they might be protecting her.
That was, until the time came for her to go off to college.
It was the day before she was heading off to college with Wells and Lydia.
She had gone outside, just to enjoy the outdoors there, before spending several months at college, away from her family home, enjoying herself, when suddenly? She got that watched feeling again.
Stronger than it usually was.
She froze, standing in the field yards from the Barton home.
The young blonde woman had a really alarming sensation in that moment.
It felt almost as if…she were a deer, being zeroed in on by a pack of wolves, that were keeping themselves behind trees so that she couldn't see them, until it was too late.
Clarke slowly glanced at all the trees around her, trying to see shapes of people, at all.
She had memories of wandering through these woods, and seeing vague forms of women going behind trees and disappearing, before Clarke could get a good look at them.
But she saw no women now.
Clarke tried to tell herself that she had hallucinated that, that one time, but she wasn't so sure.
And this feeling she was getting now? For some reason, it was telling her that if she didn't get to the Barton home, now, she wouldn't make it at all.
She shivered at that strange sensation. She had always gotten the impression hat whoever it was that was watching her and stalking her? Wanted to protect her.
But now, she wasn't so sure.
Clarke couldn't shake the feeling, however, that she was in danger, standing here in this field, feeling several eyes on her.
Turning quickly, Clarke began to run to the Barton house.
She all but jumped into the house and slammed the door behind her, locking the door, then went around the house, checking to make sure all of her family was accounted for.
Near the trees, watching Clarke from the woods, were twenty-five vampires.
Several of them sighed in resignation.
Clarke wasn't in any danger, but they knew that she had sensed their intentions just now.
Yes, they all agreed that they would allow Clarke to go off to college and have a life of her own, enjoy her life, before showing themselves to her and explaining what they intended for her.
But just now, seeing Clarke, full-grown, eighteen, and there being no real wrong in turning her now, from what they could think of, many of them, namely Hela, Wanda, Natasha, Yelena, Melina, Felicia, Maria, Carol, Sable, Tora, Helena, they all wanted to sire Clarke right then and there. Claim her. Make her theirs.
And Clarke, she most likely had sensed what was behind the stares she had felt on her body. She might not have understood what they wanted from her, but she had sensed their predatory intentions. And it was enough to make her run from them.
As much as it hurt the vampires who had protected Clarke since she was small, they couldn't really fault her. They still wanted to make her theirs.
But they knew they could not.
She needed to make a life for herself.
Make new connections, go to college, have some independence.
But then? Then, they would show themselves to her.
And bit by bit, they would make her theirs.
They just needed some more patience…it was only a matter of time…they could be patient a bit more…