A Kiss Before The War

Chapter 20: On the Hunt

Lexa's perspective

When Clarke's mother walked through our door I flew into a rage. My vision tinted red and without realising it, I'd already snatched up a blade and had it pressed into her mother's throat.

It took just about every last bit of my self control not to slice her throat for what she'd done. I couldn't understand how someone could do what she did to someone they loved. My resolved wavered, my self control begun to return when I felt Clarke's hand on my shoulder.

I was still less than pleased with the interruptions and Abigail Griffin in general but I fractionally calmed down. Despite everything her mother had put her through and despite her feelings towards her; I knew that Clarke still wouldn't want to see anything happen to her mom.

I wasn't going to be responsible for putting her through anymore pain, if anything as her partner, her lover I was responsible for shielding her from it. At least that's how I felt. I agreed with Starletta's ideas on security and quickly dismissed all those besides Clarke from our home.

I'd turned around and was now facing our bed. Looking down at my hands I could see they were shaking; shaking with rage that is. Adrenaline had been coursing through my veins ever since Clarke's mom entered the room and I sought for release. The warrior, the huntress inside of me was urging me to get my pound of flesh.

Combine this with my frustrations with this murder which were now coming back to the fore and it was only making things worse. I felt her arms snake around me from behind, her body pressed up against mine, but as much as I relished her touch I was not in the mood for such things.

My primal nature was calling to me, ordering me to feed the bloodlust which consumed me right in this moment. I wiggled out of her grasp and slowly started to dress myself.

"I'm not exactly happy to see her either you know," came Clarke's voice from behind me and like a lot of the time lately, she was very much attuned to what I was thinking and/or feeling.

I turned around and looked at her, letting her see just how angry I was right now,

"I wanted to kill her for you Clarke," I sheathed the dagger, "she shouldn't get off easy and she certainly should treat you as those you're beneath her."

I walked past her more than eager to blow off some steam when she grabbed my arm,

"Where are you going?"

I stared down at her hand as I took in long, deep breaths. If anyone else placed a hand on me as such it would have been removed by now, but her touch was something I could not mistake for anything else.

I lifted my eyes up to hers and saw the concern etched in her face. Admittedly it wasn't something I was accustomed to looking at. The normal expressions I saw looking back at me were anger fro my enemies of course, pride and respect from my subjects and casual indifference from time to time as well.

Even though a part of me knew that she was concerned about my state of mind with what just happened as well as recent grisly events and liked that she was concerned not to mention that she cared about me, the irrational side of me saw it as weakness. As if anyone should be concerned for my wellbeing, I was a leader not a child.

"I cannot stand idle whilst I'm so pent up with energy. I'm going to work some of this off with some of my warriors."

Her voice stopped me however just as I reached the door,

"I'm here for you Lexa whenever you need me. Be safe and I love you."

My hands gripped the frame of the doorway and clenched tightly. Gosh the sound of her voice was like the sweetest melody to ever touch my ears especially when it radiated such love, warmth and concern as it did right now. I bowed my head briefly and closed my eyes.