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It had taken them barely more than a half hour.
Trains, cars, buses, even airplanes took hours. Them? It only took them about a half hour. Clarke joked, after they had landed and she had stopped shaking, that maybe the vampires should offer to fly billionaires to their vocational locations. It would make the vampires richer than they already were.
Natasha chuckled, “Yes, love, because that’s what we want to do. Flying entitled, self-centered billionaires to some place where they can be even more comfortable.”
Clarke had smirked. “I’m just saying.”
The house they had arrived at, in Pennsylvania, was not that big. Modest. But decent. Clarke had asked, worried, if all of them would be accommodated in the house.
Felicia and Maria had laughed and informed her that yes, the house was spacious enough.
They got inside and as it turned out, the house had been crafted exactly to have enough rooms for most of them.
The house itself was very nice looking and Clarke went happily to it, none the wiser of what was going to happen.
It was somewhat like watching a train crash in slow motion, for the vampires. They shared a gaze as they watched Clarke go to the door of the house.
Like a trusting lamb to the slaughter.
The vampires moved closer and they unlocked the house, allowing Clarke inside. They knew better than to move too quickly.
Clarke’s last few days, before she became a vampire? They would be completely carefree, happy, unknowing, naïve. They would heap all their affection and love upon her, as they always had. She would have the entirety of this property and the land around it, to explore. They would pretend that everything was normal.
Or as normal as it could be, with Clarke dating twenty-five vampires.
Then after those days past? When it was winding down to the supposed end to their trip? That was when it would happen.
That was when Clarke’s vampires would act. They would restrain Clarke if they had to. Pin her to a wall, drain her of almost all her blood, then flood her body with their own blood, and would watch, soothing Clarke as she suffered the pain of the transformation.
When she woke up, they all knew that she would likely be very, very angry.
She would understand that they had betrayed her and she would lash out.
That was why they were going to make sure she was happy and had fun now. So that she could have this, before they ultimately betrayed her.
As all of the vampires entered the house, Maria smiled at Clarke, seeing her lover look at the decorations around the house.
“Do you like it?” Maria asked Clarke.
Clarke nodded, taking in the many different paintings along the walls of the house. Many of them were calming paints of different colored horses. Clarke was positive that she had known the name of the artist of these horse paintings at one time, but she didn’t remember it now.
She also noticed some darker paintings. Paintings like that might be considered disturbing.
Clarke’s eyebrows raised, seeing one of her favorite works of art, in the corner of the room. It was a drawing of Lucifer from Dante’s Divine Comedy, in the Ninth Circle of Hell, with his hands to his bearded face, presumably eating his three victims, Judas, Brutus and Cassius, Lucifer’s bat wings raised above him. He was surrounded by ice, because it was the Ninth Circle. The Circle of Treachery.
Natasha watched sadly. They had made sure to put in some of their darker and more morbid works of art that they had found and bought over the years.
Because they knew Clarke loved morbid things.
However, this picture? Natasha a good deal of the other vampires hadn’t chosen to have that picture put up.
And it just felt……………so on the nose that Clarke loved that drawing of Dante’s Divine Comedy, centering around Lucifer and the Ninth Circle, which was the circle where those who committed treachery went, in Dante’s famed work.
Natasha and the others had all but flat out told Clarke with that drawing, what was going to happen.
Clarke was going to have a work that depicted traitors, to look at for days, and she would have no idea………
Natasha had an idea of which of their group had put that picture up. Who had more or less put it up to taunt Clarke, even if Clarke hadn’t realized. Natasha decided to have a word with Anastasia and Sable, while Clarke put her things away.
Clarke distracted Natasha and the others’ troubling thoughts, when she turned and looked at them and asked, excitedly, after she had put all her stuff away, if they could walk around outside and she could check out the surroundings around the house.
Her vampires, as to be expected, agreed.
Natasha told her where most of the rooms were located and made sure Clarke had the best one, which made Clarke roll her eyes, before telling them that she was fine with other rooms. But unsurprisingly, her vampires insisted.
While they would have liked to have rooms big enough for Clarke and all of them, they hadn’t done so much construction in the house, that there was enough room for all of them to sleep.
Clarke went off to her room and started unpacking.
Because Clarke had human hearing, she wouldn’t hear anything that would be said next.
Natasha looked at the others, and she stared right at Anastasia and Sable.
Both Anastasia and Sable looked back at her, curious.
“What?” Anastasia asked.
Natasha glared at the picture of the Ninth Circle and the winged Lucifer. “Really, Kravinoff?”
She then glared at Sable, “And don’t think that I haven’t figured that you had something to do with this.”
Sable snickered.
Anastasia scoffed, “Clarke likes that picture. You know that.”
“Yes, I know,” Natasha hissed, “But treachery? Really?”
“She won’t figure it out,” Anastasia said uncaringly, “She’s really smart, but that would just be too specific a thing for her to figure out.”
“That’s beside the point,” Diana said, shaking her head at Anastasia, “She trusts us. Having that picture in front of her, it’s just mocking her. Even if she doesn’t realize it.”
“Do you want us to take it down?” Anastasia asked, knowing that they couldn’t, unless they wanted Clarke to start asking questions.
“No,” Natasha sighed, “We can’t now. Clarke will ask why we did it.”
Anastasia nodded, satisfied and Sable smirked.
Thundra shook her head and grumbled something in her native language about crazy Strigois.
They waited for Clarke to get out of her room, and after she emerged, Natasha quickly had a gentle smile on her face, as all of the vampires did and asked if Clarke wanted to explore outside now.
They locked up the house and began walking around the property. Clarke asked, smirking, “Don’t all of you know where the best sights to see around here are?”
“We do,” Diana said, smiling, “But we’d like you to find them for yourself.”
Clarke laughed, “What, no paper map or Internet map?”
“Nope,” Felicia said, playfully, “You have to figure out the best spots on your own.”
“I hate you,” Clarke grumbled, but she was smirking and none of the vampires took her words seriously. Or at least, they wouldn’t normally.
Felicia shared an uneasy glance with some of the others. They all were thinking the same thing.
Oh, Clarke was saying that she hated them now? All she’d have to do was wait and see…………she’d really hate them after these last few days passed on by.
Natasha even thought to herself, (Oh, malen’kiy, you hate us now? Just wait.)
Clarke and the vampires got to the edge of one hill and Clarke grinned, seeing a small river flowing.
“Cool,” she said.
“You see stuff like this all the time around the Barton property and in the woods there,” Yelena pointed out.
“I know,” Clarke said, smirking, “But……………this is Pennsylvania, you know? I don’t think…………I know this is gonna sound weird, but I never really thought that Pennsylvania could be beautiful. I just associate it with……………well, you know.”
Most of the vampires nodded, understanding.
They knew what “association” was like. Sure, logically, everyone knew that there were beautiful locations in Pennsylvania, because there were beautiful locations almost everywhere in the world, if you knew where to look.
But for Clarke? Pennsylvania was like a dangerous pit where painful memories were located.
It was like an open wound and mentioning Abby or Kane and the house that Clarke had been kept captive and abused in for years, or the orphanage where Clarke, Wells and Lydia had stayed, might just poke at that wound.
So, yeah, they understood. Pennsylvania was a sore subject for Clarke and potentially dangerous for her, mentally, to be in.
Which was why they weren’t going to leave her alone here, ever. They’d stay by and watch, to make sure that Clarke didn’t get potentially triggered or anything.
Clarke must have gotten better at reading her vampires because she looked at them and said, “Guys, seriously, I’m fine. You don’t need to worry.”
“We’re sure, honey,” Wanda said, smiling at Clarke, her words honest, “But you know it won’t change that we’re worried. We can’t risk anything happening to you. You know that.”
“I know,” Clarke said, nodding, but she smiled gently, “But it’s alright. Come on.” She nodded to the woods where there were some fields ahead.
The vampires smiled and followed her.
They spent time outside, looking at the hills, creeks, fields, flowers, gorges and even some waterfalls, before heading back to the house.
When they opened up the fridge, making sure Clarke had food, Clarke was startled to see food in the fridge. Unable to help it, she flat out asked them when they’d had the time to get all that food.
Jennifer chuckled, “Some of us went to this house before we left and stocked up on food for you. As you know, we’re very fast, so, we were able to do that quickly.”
Clarke nodded.
“And we wanted to have enough food here, because I doubt you want any of us away from you for that long,” Diana teased, “Since let’s face it, you don’t want us not being able to please you in every way all the time.”
Clarke fake glared at Diana, but she knew Diana wasn’t wrong.
After they got some food out and Clarke ate up very fast, as Clarke and all of her vampires knew, Clarke had an almost endless appetite. In all things.
As Diana had pointed out.
Not that any of her mates minded.
She gluttonous. In all things. An endless appetite. Sexually, especially.
When night rolled around, they set up the TV and the DVD player and watched some of the horror movies they knew Clarke liked.
They had packed away Clarke’s horror DVDs, and some of her music and art supplies.
They made sure to bring along Clarke’s headphones and Clarke’s iPod, because heaven forbid that she wasn’t listening to Metallica and damaging her ears with the volume she put it up at.
Then again, her ears would heal up soon after the vampires sired her.
And they had made sure to put Clarke’s horror DVDs right by the TV and DVD player. As they knew, Clarke didn’t get scared easily, which always worried them a little.
But when some of the movies played, the more extreme Hammer films, Clarke would burst out laughing, watching them.
At the inquiring look she got from Diana that said, ‘Really?’ Clarke said, “Come on,” she gestured to the TV, where the Hammer movie was playing, “This is ridiculous. It’s not like it’s about actual vampires. As you all know.”
“We know,” Yelena grumbled, “But you’d think knowing that vampires exist, would make you less likely to laugh at the movies about them.”
Clarke snorted, “If they have a movie about accurate vampires? Then I’ll start worrying,” she looked at some of the vampires, “For more than a few reasons.”
Her vampires laughed.
They understood that. If a movie had accurate vampires? Vampires that were immune to stakes through the hearts, sunlight, holy water, crosses, garlic and weren’t undead and a movie that had multiple types of vampires, from different parts of the world and were very specific types of vampires? And that some vampires, like Hela and Wanda, could use magic? That was something to worry about.
Because it would mean that whoever made the movie, would know the truth. And know that actual vampires existed.
After a few more movies, Natasha asked Clarke if she wanted to look up at the stars, now that it was dark out.
Clarke happily nodded and followed them out.
The night was completely dark out. And there were clusters and clusters of stars overhead.
The vampires sat down slowly and as Clarke expected, one of them put her on their lap.
Hela gripped her hips and brought her down onto her lap. Clarke smirked, leaning back against Hela’s chest.
She imagined that if Hela hadn’t put her on her lap, one of the others would have, since they had a thing about her being on their laps.
Clarke did not miss the disappointed looks on Thundra, Diana, Natasha and Melina's faces when Hela got hold of Clarke and seated her down on her lap, first.
Clarke looked up at the billions of stars overhead, smiling at the sight.
She said, “Thank you for bringing me out here. This is great.”
Hela smiled and kissed the top of Clarke’s head.
It was why they had brought Clarke out during when it got dark and the stars were out. Because they knew that Clarke loved looking at the stars back at the Barton home when it got dark. Clarke, Nathaniel, Wells, Lydia and the other kids, Clint and Laura would stargaze a lot. She glanced at Natasha, Diana and some of the others.
They all knew that they were biding time. Only a few more days. They would make sure Clarke know nothing but happiness, pleasure and enjoyment. And then, when she fully believed that she was going to go back with them to the Barton home, it would be then they would strike.
As Natasha had said, a few days before they had planned to leave with Clarke from the Barton home, that it was a like a lamb to the slaughter.
It was a terribly dark and morbid thing to think, but it was the truth. They would get her to think everything was fine for the next few days.
And when she got complacent, then they’d lock all the windows and doors of the house, make sure Clarke couldn’t get out, when they told her what they were going to do.
And even if Clarke got out of the house, there wouldn’t be anyone for miles, for Clarke to call to for help. And besides, even if Clarke got out of the house, she wouldn’t get far. She was a human. Her lovers were all vampires. They would catch up with her, before Clarke even got a foot from the house.
In other words, Clarke had nowhere to run.
Later on that night, they got back inside, got dinner ready.
Some of them went out to hunt, so that they’d have blood in their system.
When the group that had been hunting, came back, the next group went out, then the next. Clarke, naturally, was never left alone, since the vampires split off into groups. When all of the vampires had fed and after Clarke had all her dinner, they watched some more movies, then had dessert, and then headed off to bed.
Despite the room Clarke was in, being too small for all of the vampires to be in, it didn’t mean that they weren’t going to all take turns having their way with Clarke.
They made sure to lay out several glasses of water for Clarke to consume between the many rounds of sex.
The first…………session, was Clarke, naked, on her knees, between all four Natasha, Maria, Yelena and Melina, them also on Clarke’s knees, Melina and Maria’s hands between her legs, Natasha’s mouth on Clarke’s right breast and Yelena’s mouth on Clarke’s left.
Yelena’s hands were on Clarke’s ass.
Clarke cried out when Melina and Maria’s fingers entered her.
Each of them took her four times, allowing her to pant on the bed, shaking, as the next four, Diana, Beatriz, Thundra and Wanda moved in on Clarke.
They always made sure Clarke had a safeword.
But she never used it.
Eventually, as the vampires predicted, she passed out.
Diana, Wanda and Natasha snickered from the doorway, having watched Hela, Jennifer, Anastasia, Shayera and Clarke together, seeing Clarke lie, unconscious, covered in sweat, between the four vampires.
“I’m surprised she didn’t pass out earlier,” Anastasia remarked, smirking, staring down at the unconscious Clarke hungrily.
Maria snickered.
They knew that Clarke was asleep for real. They could hear it in her slower heartbeat and her deeper breathing and her calm pulse.
Which was why Hela felt secure in saying what she said next, “It’s crueler to make her think that nothing’s going to happen. We should have done this earlier, and not given her the pretense of everything being normal.”
Natasha glared. “So, you would have voted that we just pinned her to a tree and drained her, then gave her our blood? This way, we can give her everything she wants.”
“Before we betray her,” Anastasia sneered, smirking, “You’re acting like leading her on like this isn’t cruel. But it is.”
Wanda snapped, “We couldn’t just sire her while she was living with the Bartons. You know that.”
“I know,” Anastasia said, glaring at the Draugr, “But this way, making her think that she’s going to see her human family again only in a few days? That’s not going to be good for her.”
Wanda glared down at the floor and the others were silent. To a certain extent, they all knew Anastasia was right.
For all her ruthlessness and viciousness and enjoying the fear of others, Anastasia loved Clarke, completely. And for her, seeing Clarke being deceived like this, when she trusted them so much, it just made Anastasia sure that they were going to hurt Clarke more than if they had just grabbed Clarke from the campus that Clarke had gone to, all those years ago, after Clarke turned eighteen, and forced her to be one of them.
They knew that they had committed huge number of atrocities over the centuries. Killing people, sometimes in mass numbers. But this? What they were doing now, was one of the few horrors they were committing that they knew would haunt them. Even if Clarke eventually forgave them, it most likely would haunt them for centuries.
However, Natasha asked the question that she knew many of the other vampires didn’t want to.
She looked at Anastasia and asked, “Would you do it? Right now? Drain her while she’s sleeping and then give her your blood?”
Anastasia glared at Natasha angrily, but said nothing. Natasha nodded. “That’s what I thought,” she said.
Natasha knew Anastasia wouldn’t do it.
Because even if Anastasia felt like it was more cruel to make Clarke think that she would be going back to her family, Natasha knew Anastasia wouldn’t be able to turn Clarke in her sleep. Because like all of them, Anastasia wanted Clarke awake, wanted to explain why they were going to do what they were going to do, and sooth Clarke as Clarke was turned, pleading and not understanding.
As much as they wished Clarke would understand, they knew she wouldn’t, not yet, anyway. And they all wanted to be there for her when she was slowly turned and felt betrayed, so that they could comfort her, even if she was angry at them, or even hated them for what they were doing.
Anastasia shook her head as she whispered, “I just don’t want her to hate us.”
“I know,” Natasha said.
“Wouldn’t it just be easier if we turned her now,” Yelena said, “Turned her and say it was an accident? That we lost control and drained her, and so, to save her life, we gave her our blood?”
Diana shook her head. “Clarke would never fall for that,” she answered, “She knows we have too much control. Besides, we just fed tonight. She’d never fall for that.”
Yelena nodded.
Diana was right, needless to say.
The first time Clarke and her mates had sex, while Clarke had her period, Clarke had asked if they wanted to leave, so that they didn’t potentially lose control.
They had snickered and had informed her that they had perfect control.
And that they would have to have perfect control, because they had been stalking her for years, and had been there when Clarke had gotten her first period and had been there for every month since.
Clarke had thought about that and said, “Oh, yeah, right.”
So, she had said it was alright. That time, when they had slept together for during Clarke’s period for the first time, it had been intense, to say the least.
Clarke had howled out, her orgasm crashing through her, when Natasha’s mouth had been at her cunt, sucking up the menstrual blood and cum out, and Yelena’s mouth on Clarke’s clit, licking and sucking, and she had been upright, with Hela holding her tight, mouth on Clarke’s neck, holding the young woman as Clarke had what probably was one of the most intense orgasms of her young, human life.
Well, one of her most intense.
After she became a vampire? Her orgasms and climaxes would be so, so much more intense than they had before. The pleasure that he had experienced now? It would be nothing next to the pleasure she would feel when she became a vampire.
But Clarke knew that their control was far, far too good for them to do something like snap and drain her in her sleep.
All they could do was wait. Let Clarke have these carefree few days, then when Clarke assumed that it was time for her to go back to the Barton home, that was when they’d act.
They all looked back to Clarke, watching hungrily as she breathed, lying on her back, her chest moving up and down with each breath.
What they were doing was cruel. They knew that. But it was for her. Ultimately, it was for her.
And now that she was here, she’d have nowhere to run.