#human lexa

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. 

“Let her go.”

“Or what, Princess?”

The man asks; his words dripping in arrogance as he tightens his grip on the brunette’s collar. 

Lexa can feel the hard bricks of the alleyway wall scraping harshly against her back as she tries with all her might to break the guy’s hold on her. He had managed to bust open the thin skin above her eye making it hard to see through the thick, steady stream of blood oozing down her face. However, despite the dicey circumstances of her current situation, she didn't want Clarke to worry about her.

“Go back inside, Clarke. I can handle this,” She says with reckless determination in her voice.

The other girl doesn't even appear to acknowledge her words and forgoes her instructions in favor of giving the intoxicated man one final warning.

“I said: Let. Her. Go.”

Her usually soft and sweet voice is now replaced by something much more menacing. The blonde’s sinister tone manages to make the hair on the back of the Lexa’s neck stand up. She never heard such an ominous timbre leave the petite girl before. It made her heart race in an indescribable way. Although, she did not have much time to dwell on her girlfriend’s threatening words as the man before her fired back in blind rage:

“Screw you, bitch.”

He rears his fist back, preparing to send it crashing down towards Lexa’s face. The bruised and bloody girl clamps her eyes shut as she does her best to brace herself for the impending blow. Only, the hit never comes. Instead, she feels the man’s grip on her shirt instantaneously loosen. Lexa opens her fearful, jade eyes to find her girlfriend staring back at her with glowing red ones. Clarke’s mouth was fastened to the man's neck and...were those...fangs?

“What the fuck?”  

Clextober Day 5: Creatures of the Night

When their night out at the bar doesn't go according to plan, Lexa discovers something about her girlfriend that she was certainly not prepared to find out.