Bellamy Blake Imagines

Immortality

Ever since we arrived in Sanctum Bellamy and I have been having some relationship problems. The past day or so he hasn't really talked to me much, hanging around Echo more frequently and I can't help but feel my chest clench in pain.

"Hey," Murphy mutters, resting his hand on my arm as I'm snapped out of my thoughts, "everything between you and Bellamy is going to be just fine. He's like... stupidly in love with you."

A scoff leaves my lips as I run a hand through my hair. "I don't know. Lately, he's been close to Echo and I just can't help but think that something's going on between them," I confess to him, already feeling my eyes pool with tears.

He was about to say something when Clarke walks up to the table, sitting down in front of me. "Penny for your thoughts?" She asks us and I furrow my brows together.

"What's a penny?" Murphy asks, taking a drink from his cup.

"Something from my time," she answers and I become suspicious, leaning back in my chair as I watch the whole interaction.

"Let me guess," Murphy starts, setting his drink down on the round table, "Bellamy convinced you we should leave paradise and take our chances in hell?"

The blonde shakes her head. "Why would I leave my home?" She counters and both Murphy and I look at her confused. "That's it. Fill in the blanks you too."

Oh, no. My eyes widen, figuring out that she's not Clarke as Murphy speaks up. "That's the second time you called me-" he cuts himself off as she glanced back towards the framed photo on the wall. Josephine?

"Okay. Before you freak out and raise your voice I have a question for you two."

"You're not Clarke," the two of us say in unison. Fuck, where's Bellamy.

"To be honest with you... Clarke's dead. My dad killed her and brought me back," she informs us and Murphy springs 7p from his chair as I run my hands through my hair. No, no, no. This is a nightmare. It's gotta be. "My question is... how would you guys like to be immortal too."

Silence fills the room for a few seconds before Murphy pipes up, glancing towards me. "We're listening."

-

The two of us spent hours on end informing Josephine all about Clarke so she can play the part well, not wanting anyone to figure out that she's dead.

A horrible taste fills my mouth as I don't think this is a good idea, not wanting to be dragged into this but here I am. Murphy fell asleep against the table as Josephine and I were left alone.

"You're not gonna betray me are you?" She asks, tilting her head a bit.

"N-No. Why would you think that?" I question with a stutter, fiddling with my fingers as her eyes looked me up and down.

She shrugs her shoulders, "well, because I can clearly tell you don't wanna be apart of this. But, just so you know... if you betray me in any way, I'm killing your boyfriend," Josephine smirks and I tense up, looking at her with wide eyes. "Understood?"

I nod my head vigorously, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as our friends began to walk into the bar.

Josephine nudges Murphy. "Hey," she states and Murphy jumps up, "get up. It's showtime."

"Family meeting," Echo mutters as everyone sits down, "where's Bellamy?"

Yeah. Where is Bellamy? I glance towards Josephine as she gives me a look. "Why what's wrong?" The blonde asks.