#clextober22

Super incredibly late to the party, but here's the first of three(two?) of my works for this year's Clextober. And I mean, it's never too late to get on the halloween spirit right? 🎃🍁🍂

Let me know if I missed anything! Send them to me as a message and I’ll get it posted. I’ll still post anything Fall/Halloween-themed on here until November is over. Because let’s be honest it’s still FALL not Christmas yet lol.

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. 

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.”

if the silence takes you then i hope it takes me, too

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Clarke shivers as the wind whips icily around her, pulling her thick black peacoat tighter to her frame as she hunches her shoulders for a brief respite from the chill. Frost sparkles brightly on the long grass, the cool glow of moonlight bathing the fringes of the forest with silvery light. A murder of crows sits silently on the wire fence that stands at the far end of the field, soft cawing occasionally breaking the deadly still of the night. Clarke counts seven, goosebumps raising on the back of her neck as every pair of beady eyes tracks her progress through the yard. 

Dried, browned leaves dance across the frozen ground, spinning and twirling in the wake of the breeze. The soft crunch underfoot is the only noise that echoes through the eerie stillness of the field, save for the loud pounding of Clarke’s heartbeat as it rushes through her ears. 

She reaches for the small talisman in her pocket, trying to draw comfort from its solid presence as she stares up at the derelict barn that sits at the far corner of the clearing, sagging with age and neglect. What was once a fence lies in pieces in front of the building, broken. Rotting wood stands at awkward angles, jagged teeth that punch the broken surface of the ground. Clarke silently skirts a rusted bed frame that sits slumped by a corner of the barn, pulling her coat in so she doesn’t snag on any exposed pieces.