Bechloe One Shots

6 (5 part two)

It had been three months since she had been told to move away from the place she grew up, the only place she knew and loved. Her father had to stay but they stayed int contact well. 

Beca was living in whats called neutral ground where no clan controls the land but the four roomed apartment she was staying in didn't seem right. She believed she should stay were she grew up but she also knew that she was not wanted and fighting would only make her situation worse. 

She had been laying on the sofa, reading one of her books when some one knocked on the door. Without thinking she opened it, only to have a bag strapped around her head and four strong arms grip her. Through her struggles she had managed to hit her head on the door frame, knocking herself out and making it all the more easier to take her.

Whem she woke up she was in a grand four poster bed. The sheet were soft and silky and she was no longer in her regular attire of jeans and check shirt but a pain gown that looked like it would have been worn a hundred years ago.

"Rebecca, you are awake." Came the familiar voice of her father. "I've got a surprise for you that I don't think you can resist." Another person came into the room, placed cloths down only a chair and left along with her father. 

The cloths were all black and rather eccentric. The t-shirt and jacket had cloth hanging from them that fell to her thigh and her shoes were plain combat boots. She also had a black belt which she fastened around he waist. Her trousers had not belt loops so her assumed it was for show.

Looking into the mirror she giggled to herself. She looked a lot like one of the grounders form The 100. She loved the show and was always envious of the war paint. 

She mad her way out side the room where she was escorted down some black marble steps and out side two large doors. Once out side she could see hundreds of people tied to the ground with metal chains. The guards from her sides moved away and were chained up by her father who also instructed her to chain him up.

She did so cautiously, unsure of what was going on. Once the job had been do her  nodded into the direction of a metal box. It to was black and seemed to have a few air holes. It was fastened with a large lock, much like the on you'd find on jam jars. With another prompt from her father she opened the box and she was met with another familiar face. 

"Go on my daughter. No creature of blood or flesh can resist that of an angel. Drain her dry my trusted heir." The body moved quickly out of the box and onto a clearing in the mass of people, straining on the chains to get to her. On her way out, various spikes pointed and scratched at her skin, making her bleed in various places, her arms and upper legs suffering the deepest cuts.

Every one was watching now. Watching as the daughter of one of the most treacherous killers helped an angel to her feet and helped bandage her with ripped pieces of clothing. 

Chloe still hadn't looked up at Beca. She had no idea how she had this much control over her blood lust. She was too scared to look up at her until the brunette whispered something in her ear.

"How are you here? Why aren't you home safe?" Chloe looked up at her, tears forming in her eyes.

"I'm sorry Beca, I'm sorry for everything. It told my parents to come and get you. I told your dad where you were and I never realised." Beca looked at her confused. "My dad said that you told him that I seemed like home just after I had leaked your where abouts. I didn't believe it before. I couldn't. We aren't supposed to happen but I'm in love with you and I thin your in love with me too. What you described is kind of like a bond between two mates; people who are supposed to be together for eternity. I'm sorry Beca."