#clextober22

Amor Mortis

clexa vampire au | I/V | clextober22

Part I - Prologus

Darkness engulfs her. It seems to pay no mind to the open window lining the whole of her wall of her bedroom, ignoring so completely the drawn curtains where moonlight should pass through and illuminate her entire being, instead making itself scarce.

Something moves then, deliberate swiftness, a shadow darker than the blackness that surrounds her. It crawls towards her, approaching her with prudence, careful not to frighten her.

A beast on the hunt. 

Lexa demands for her hands to grasp the sheets and hide her face away from the mass crawling it’s way towards her but her body stays unmoving, petrified in a feeling akin to fearful excitement.

A delightful terror.

Her breathing fills the room, a symphonic crescendo of gasps that reach it’s climax once the shadow reaches the foot of her bed. Featureless yet so familiar, Lexa is certain this demonic angel has visited her before; a recurring presence in her feverish dreams that so often border the line of nightmaric pleasure. It has touched her surface, the coldness of it’s hand on her warm skin, pink lips so marvelous against her bare body. 

Lexa turns around one last time to blow a kiss to Clarke, her eyes shimmering softly, apologetically. 

“I’ll be back when I can, croí álainn.”  The words are almost lost in the wind that whips sharply around them, but Clarke, unerringly drawn to Lexa’s lip as she is, catches them and the slight, half smile that follows. 

Clarke smiles softly back at her love as Lexa carefully wraps the coat around her, blending into the dark, writhing sea as she carefully walks into the waves. Her face drops back into a heartbroken frown as Lexa turns away, joyfully diving under the cold water with barely a ripple. 

When she surfaces she isn’t human at all but the sleek, beautiful seal that Clarke had seen for months prior to their actual meeting. Large dark eyes watching her from the distant waves as Clarke went about her life on the coast, dutiful daughter of a fisherman. 

Miles away from shore, Clarke can barely make out the glint of other sleek heads as they bob in the sea, waiting for Lexa to join them. 

Sinking to the shoreline, Clarke watches Lexa go until she can barely make her out through the depths of the night. She stays on the rocky beach until she isn’t sure if the dampness on her cheeks is tears or the spray of seawater as it flings onto the shoreline, dancing up to lap at her toes before retreating back into the depths. 

Always returning, never staying. 

A Clextober22 one shot - Read on AO3

"Do you believe in alternate universes?" Clarke asks quietly. A big question for nearly 3 in the morning in their living room, each of them in their pajamas and not quite fully awake.

"I don't know," Lexa answers after a moment. "Is that what you think that place was? An alternate universe?"

Clarke closes her eyes. Works on breathing deeply, in through her nose and out through her mouth, feeling her belly rising and falling.

"Honestly?"

Lexa waits.

"I think it was hell."

OR what I've been calling "backwoods gas station hell portal AU" for the past several months since I wrote this.

Clextober 2022: "A Post-Apocalyptic Halloween"

In the years following the Outbreak, the Fireflies have been convening as many medical minds as they can find to develop a treatment. Lexa Woods has been charged to bring one such mind safely across the country: Clarke Griffin, a medical student trained before the world went to hell. But when they get separated from the rest of their group, they need to traverse an abandoned shopping mall…and find a few Halloween surprises along the way.

Read Part 1 on Ao3.

“Do you remember Auntie Anne’s pretzels?” Clarke makes a whistling sound and Lexa winces. Does she plan to attract every Runner in the area’s attention? “Fuck, what I wouldn’t give for some of that fake cheese sauce.”

Lexa rolls her eyes - for her own benefit, as Clarke is still picking her way around puddles behind her. “Quiet, please.”

Clarke huffs and Lexa imagines a similar expression gracing her face, framed by persistent blond curls. “I might take Infected for company, at this rate,” comes the response, and from much closer than Lexa realized. When she turns around the doctor is just a few feet behind her, fingers twitching at the pistol strapped to her thigh despite her words.

The woman moves surprisingly quietly when she wants to, apparently.

Being briefly impressed doesn’t stop her from reprimanding: “You might get Infected for company at this rate.”

“I thought you said this place was cleared.”

“It was. Several times.” One last hop brings her back to ground level and Lexa fixes the angle of her flashlight as she comes around the side of the info stand. Sure enough, there’s a directory. Finally. “Doesn’t guarantee it’s safe. Infected have a bad habit of moving around.”

“The fact that it needed clearing several times does seem to indicate that is the case, yes.”

Lexa closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to center herself. When she’d been assigned to escort Dr. Griffin across the country to UEC, she’d jumped at the chance. It isn’t every day you get to prove your worth to the Fireflies by bringing one of the only currently living experts in infectious diseases, trained before the outbreak, to the best research facility still in existence. The doctor is young and her training was incomplete, but it’s better than nothing. It’s a lot better than nothing.

However, the woman herself is certainly something. Clarke, as she insists on being called, is not exactly the quiet doctor-type that Lexa recalls seeing on television when televisions still did more than gather dust. She is in fact rather opinionated, rather trigger happy, if well-trained in using a gun, and rather loud.

When she isn’t sneaking up on her, that is.

“Hey!” she crows from just over her shoulder, and Lexa whips around once more, expecting trouble – but the young doctor is merely peering at the mall directory as well, a grin on her lips. Her lips which are now incredibly close to Lexa, as she’s standing a scant few inches behind her. “Looks like they had one of those Halloween stores open before the outbreak started.”

@clextober22 - Day 22: Nightmares

Ꝋ𐌅 𐌃𐌓𐌄𐌀𐌌𐌔 𐌀𐌍𐌃 𐌃𐌀𐌓𐌊𐌍𐌄𐌔𐌔

Summary:

Lexa Woods is a happy woman. She has a job that she enjoys, is in love with the most amazing woman, and is on her way to making new partners in her business. A perfect life if one could say. However, when the night comes, dreams of darkness plague her. An imposing tower looms over her and she feels haunted. As if death itself was knocking on her door. Lexa doesn’t understand what’s the meaning of it. Maybe she shouldn’t worry at, it’s almost Halloween and she must be influenced by it. After all, it’s just a nightmare, is it not?

Thanks  @kpforpresident for your help!