Don't Take Me Home

Chapter 5

Clarke had woken her up after Hope had gotten a couple hours of sleep. She had rubbed her eyes and complained in protest. However, she still got up, stretching her back that had been beaten up by the ground.

When she had sat down next to the tree Clarke was in front of, she let out a big yawn. Her eyes wondered towards Clarke, who was already fast asleep. Hope snickered under her breath.

He looked more peaceful in his sleep. His usually guarded, stony face was replaced by a light smile. He looked like a little kid with his legs curled and his arms around himself. His mouth was already starting to hang open, drool forming on the outside of his mouth. Hope smiled, he was definitely tired.

She diverted her eyes from him, starting to feel like a creeper. Hope's eyes wondered around the area. The trees around them formed a small oval. Their branches hung low to the ground, forming the shape of an umbrella. Bright green leaves rustling in the wind. It almost seemed like a normal night for someone who was camping.

Except it wasn't normal and it definitely wasn't a 3 day camping trip. Hope pulled her legs to her chest, resting her chin against her knees. A tiny bit of pain registered in her and she flinched. It felt as if someone has stuck her with a needle.

She sighed and decided to just ignore it and return her gaze to the wildlife. Except there was another shot of pain, only this time a little more painful. Hope looked at her arm, "what the hell."

Little by little more spikes of pain went through her body. Hope looked towards Clarke, who looked the same. She brought her other hand to her arm, about to cast a spell, when she heard Clarke.

A small scream erupted from his chest. Hope's eyes shot up and she pushed herself off the ground. She ran towards him and put her hand on his arm. Shaking him lightly, Hope looked at him for any signs of pain, but there was nothing. "Hey, wake up."

Hope shook him a little harder and his eyes sprung open. His eyes were clouded with fear and they were a tint darker than usual. He sat up quickly and pushed Hope, making her back hit the ground. His hands snuck around her throat applying pressure.

Hope's eyes widened as her throat constricted. She could feel her throat bruising as he pushed down harder. She thrashed her legs around trying to hit some part of him. But instead he sat on top of her, preventing her legs from moving and giving him more strength to push farther down. Hope clawed at his skin, but he still didn't give.

Her throat burned, both from his touch and the sensation of being unable to breath. Her vision began to blur and she started freaking out even more. She couldn't do a spell to save herself and she didn't have the strength to push him off her. Hope knew that she was running out of air fast and if she didn't do something soon she would lose conscious, becoming severely close to dying.

Hope moved her hand and took his pinky off her neck using all of her strength, bending it far back to his wrist. Clarke screamed in pain and he let go of her neck. Hope took a deep breath and she felt air fill her burning lungs. Clarke's eyes changed back to their original color and he looked up at her with pain in his eyes.

"Holy crap Hope I'm so sorry, I didn't know what I was doing."

Hope tried to speak but her throat wouldn't let her, and she closed her mouth. His mouth formed an o and for the first time she saw a flash of guilt in his eye. He moved closer to her, careful not to scare her off.

He put his hand onto hers but she pulled back as soon as he touched her skin. "You're a werewolf you'll heal I'm just trying to speed it up. Now please, give me your hand," Clarke says to her.

Hope looks him in the eyes and he looks surprisingly genuine. So, she slowly moved his hand back to his and let his energy intertwine with her own.

She felt her pain slipping away faster than it was before and with no time at all she felt all the aching slip away. She pulled her hand back and looked at Clarke. He looked sort of guilty and also sad. It made her feel weird and she hopes he wouldn't ever have a face like that again.

"I'm sorry about your pinky," Hope says, her voice cracking.

Clarke shook his head. "Don't be I'm glad you stopped me. I don't know what I would've done if I had killed you."

Hope grabbed ahold of his injured hand and hovered her hand over his. Mumbling a spell, the bones in his pinky begin to crack back into place. A shudder went through Clarke's spine and he flexed his newly fixed finger.

"Thank you Hope."

She gave him a tiny smile and put her hand on his shoulder. "Clarke what happened."

His shoulders tensed and he shook his head. "I had a dream... about my dad."

"Oh."

Clarke sent her a tight smile. "Hey maybe you should go get some more sleep. I promise I won't choke you again."

"Ok. But only if you get some too, I'm guessing you need it just as bad."

He leaned back and his gaze went to the dark sky. "Ok," he sent her a cheeky smile, "tell me if you get cold."

Hope rolled her eyes and she let her back hit the cold, dewy grass. A shiver went through her. It was actually a little cold, but she'd never tell him that.

"Goodnight, Clarke."

"Goodnight, Hope."