"my demons are too powerful to be slain, babyboy"

IF ONE WERE TO STUDY BELLAMY BLAKE IN THE FUTURE, THE FIRST MAJOR thing they would write essays on was his major power complex. He didn't know when it started or how it developed but despite his economic status and his families issues, he always felt he was right, he was the one in charge and he was the one who should hold the most power. These feelings subdued when Octavia was taken (mostly due to the fact that he was overwhelmed with heavy sadness)

But now they were reunited and he was on earth, his complex made a reawakening. It didn't help that no one really resisted him, the teens followed his words as though they were gospel and he wasn't going to lie and say it didn't get to his head. However there was one person that threatened his position of power.

Ophelia.

Despite the fact that she was the most infuriating person he had ever met, he had to acknowledge that she was smarter than most of the teens here and to add to that she obtained magical powers that could do gods know what to him. So as a strategic move he had decided to ask her here today in hopes to solidify an alliance of some sort. What did the old tales say? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

But as she stood there next to him, slapping his ass every five minutes and muttering pretty uncomfortable things, he was deeply reconsidering his decision. "Damn babyboy, as much as like looking at that culón, this is a pretty shitty first date." The black girl whined briefly patting his biceps and sending him a coy smile. Bellamy groaned shrugging off her hands and rolled his eyes "For the last time, This is not a date and I'm not a babyboy." Ophelia snorted patronisingly as though he was child that still believed in Santa Claus "Please you totally give me small dick energy."

He grit his teeth, breathing out slowly in attempts to stop himself from grabbing his gun and smacking her upside with it. His hands were rated E for everyone which meant if she did not stop talking, they were about to fight. Luckily before he could do anything (because let's be real Ophelia would totally beat his ass) the sound of faint rustling in the foliage distracted him. Slightly giddy with the idea of catching something he grabbed his weapon and aimed it, his arms steady and his eyes trained.

His arm drew back in preparation to throw the weapon at the unsuspecting boar, but just as he was about to release it, the sound of a twig snapping allowed the boar to squeal and run off with an astonishing amount of speed. He swiftly turned throwing his knife in anger as he watched it embed in a tree trunk. Inches away from the deadly weapon stood a little girl, faintly shivering and her face pale as she realised what could have been her death.

"Who the hell are you?" He snapped as he went to retrieve the embedded knife, annoyance growing as he could faintly hear Ophelia cackling behind him, her elbow on Atoms shoulders as she mocked his skills. The girl pulled her shoulders back, a trick that Bellamy was too familiar with, in attempts to make her seem more important than she actually was. Her chin was jutted out but the way her eyes darted around showcased how terrified she actually was "Charlotte." Her introduction was short and sweet in fear if she said anymore she may cry.

Bellamy didn't know why exactly, perhaps it was the way she held herself, reminiscent of when he too was a young boy and despite having nothing he had to make it seem like he had everything, but he felt fondness growing in the depths of his stomach as he gazed in her shaky brown orbs "I almost killed you. Why aren't you back at camp?"

The little girl gazed at him for a second before her shoulders relaxed, assessing that he wasn't a threat "Well, what with that guy who was dying.. I just couldn't listen in anymore." While Bellamy was obviously falling for the girls story, Atom and Ophelia shared a look. Despite the playfulness the modern girl oozed she was very observant (it was something she learnt when she was going through her drug dealer days.) and she could faintly recall the girl standing around them when Bellamy was explaining the plan for today. Jasper wasn't the reason she was out here, she wanted to be here.

"There's grounders out here. It's too dangerous for a little girl." Atom said and Ophelia had to hide the twitching of her lips, it was clear like her Atom held no fondness for the girl, in fact, if he held anything for the girl it was annoyance so in the politest way he could manage he told her to get lost.

The word 'little' seemed to strike a nerve with the small girl, as her shoulders squared and her eyes narrowed in offence "I'm not little." Bellamy felt his heart strings tug, the girls actions reminding him of himself. Ophelia walked over to the girl not bothering to kneel to her height like the male, her facial features morphed into a sneer "Hate to break to ya, brat. But you are little, and quite frankly you're ruining this hunt. We can't hunt properly if we have to look after you, so get lost!"

Charlotte bristled, her eyes narrowing into the witch who didn't back down from the challenge her darker orbs sending daggers into the entailed girl. Bellamy sent an angered look to the witch, she had no right to talk about ruining the hunt. The small bubble of protectivess coming to surface as he wrapped an arm around the smaller girl and manouvered her away from the witch "Okay then. But you can't hunt without a weapon. Ever killed someone?"

Ophelia's nostrils flared, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at the self proclaimed leader.

Are you stupid or dumb? Pick a struggle

The younger female let her face split into a large grin as shook her head and grasped the knife that Bellamy was giving her. The sight before her unnerved Ophelia and she and Atom shared an exasperated look.

What sane twelve year old got excited about killing a bunch of things.

"Who knows? Maybe you're good at it." The black girls eyebrows drew together in frustration and her hands twitched as she got the sudden urge to curse the curly haired male. "estúpido" She muttered under her breath grabbing Atom and striding in front of the group.

The next few minutes entailed, Ophelia throwing glares at Charlotte, Bellamy cooing over the small girl and Ophelia sporadically throwing out comments about Atoms biceps, which for some reason left a bitter taste in Bellamy's mouth (but it wasn't because he liked her- of course not! He could barely tolerate her presence) The sound of war horns blasting through the woods, halted everyone their heads swivelling as they attempted to find where it had come from. It wasn't until Ophelia felt the dark yellow fog kiss her feet, she realised something was wrong. "Time to Zayn you fools!" She yelled before making a dash for it.

Despite the strange terminology the group got what she was saying and soon the sound of yelling and heavy feet pounding against the forest floor was all she could hear. Her throat felt like it had been scratched by knives and she could begin to feel her air sacs begin to compress. A hand wrapped around her wrist and she found herself toppled onto a cave floor with Bellamy Blake under her. Despite the situation a coy smirk overtook her lips "maldito papi, didn't know you were that eager to be under me."

Bellamy rolled his eyes, his teeth grinding against each other as he briefly wondered if he should have saved her. He sighed reminding himself that whether he liked it or not, Ophelia was a valuable asset. He threw her off him, dismissing her small groan "Can you not? There's a child here."

Ophelia sat up, her eyes finally locking on the small girl leaning on the cave walls, her tiny arms wrapped around her figure as though Ophelia was the dangerous one here. Ever since the witch met the brat all she got was bad vibes and she wasn't about to spend gods know how long with the child that seemed a bit knife happy. So with that in mind she made a run for the cave entrance only to be tackled by the former janitor.

"What the fuck, Ophelia!" He hissed struggling to hold down her flailing limbs "Do you want to die." She stopped, briefly sending the male an exasperated look "Umm yes.. Why is that even a question?"

He huffed wrapping his arms tightly around her figure, successfully entrapping her. He had a feeling the next few hours were not going to be fun.

"WHY DO YOU EVEN HATE HER? SHE'S JUST A CHILD" THE TRIO HAD BEEN STUCK in the cave for a few hours, the sun had set and Charlotte had excused herself to sleep. Ophelia's resentment towards the girl was still clear as she glared heavily at the youngers unconscious figure, her eyes only snapping towards the curly haired boy when he asked the question.

"I get some bad vibes from her, like she's going to hurt someone." She paused, her mouth forming into a patronising sneer that caused the former janitor to shift uncomfortably"And children are the most dangerous people, they don't have morals yet. They can't differentiate between right and wrong. A child can kill and not feel remorse. Children terrify me."

Bellamy stifled a chuckle as he raised an eyebrow and let the teasing lilt in his tone run free "So the big bad witch is scared of something?" He half expected Ophelia to retort something equally as playful back or possibly something infuriating but the corners of her lips didn't even twitch as she looked back at him with a sort of haunted look in her eyes as though she was recalling her darkest times. "There is a lot of things the big bad witch is scared of" She whispered solemnly.

Before Bellamy could say something, Charlotte shot up from the stone slab with harsh breaths, her chest heaving and her whole body shaking as a cold sweat encased her. Ophelia watched passively as the male went up to sooth the frightened child, whispering (his version) of calming words while running a hand through her knotted tresses.

"Screw you. I'm not afraid." The young girls voice echoed through the cave. And for a minute Ophelia was reminded of when she would get nightmares (could something so horrifyingly realistic count as a nightmare?) and instead of calming words, her abuela would cast a spell. The smell of fresh lavender burning her throat as she sat in the middle of the triangle shaped sheet, tears running down her cheeks as the candles flickered with what she liked to imagine was sympathy. She could still feel herself sinking into the bath full with rue, oregano, rosemary and thyme. Wondering if everything would be better if she just stayed under for a few more minutes.

"You want me to tell you to slay your demons too, witchy?" The sound of Bellamy's voice broke her from her memories and only then she realised she had been staring, perhaps if she wasn't internally sobbing and not recalling something traumatic she would have fluttered her eyelashes (who were in terrible need of a lash lift. Who around here could give her a lash lift?) and said something about how he could slay her demons anytime. But Ophelia was tired and slightly depressed so she instead she sent him a sad smile and said "My demons are too powerful to be slain, babyboy."

Leaving Bellamy slightly uncomfortable and even more curious about Ophelia than he was previously.

WHEN BELLAMY AWOKE THE NEXT MORNING OPHELIA WAS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN and he wondered if her existence was actually just a fever dream. A witch from another dimension? When you think about it did sound pretty suspicious. The only sign he got of her ever existing was when Charlotte woke up and asked where the 'scary lady' went.

But with no clue where she was, he decided it was better to leave than wait for her arrival. So he grabbed Charlotte's fingers and the two began to walk out into the vast woodland. His racing heart slowing slightly upon meeting up with Jones. They continued on, their eyes alert and hands nearing the knives flushed against their thighs.

Upon hearing a bloodcurdling screen from behind them, the males immediately hitched up their weapons only to put them down once they realised what had happened.

Somehow Charlotte had escaped Bellamy's grip and was now laying dishevelledly on the ground, her eyes wide as they focused on the unmoving body in front of her. Bellamy inhaled sharply as they approached the body, scratchy breathing and painful whimpers now seeming louder as though they were amplified by a speaker "Kill.. me?"

Now Bellamy Blake was a lot of things but he was no murderer, sure he liked to get rough but the idea of another man dying at his hands sunk his stomach. And despite the fact that his former foot soldier was asking for it.. begging for it. He didn't have it in him to grab the knife that suddenly felt like fire against his pants and slit it across the kids throat.

He fiddled with the knife in his fingers, Charlotte's knife, and slowly moved it so it was right above the boys neck. His eyes closed and he began to prep himself bringing his hands down slowly.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" Ophelia's voice drew near "Can't you see I was doing something?" His head snapped towards the girl, who had Clarke and the two other boys behind her as well as a basket of what looked like to be a bunch of flowers and herbs, before looking at the floor which seemed to have sticks laid out in a particular order.

He stumbled to the side as she all but pushed him out of the way, in a instance she set a few flowers in a circle around the suffering males and Bellamy and the other teens watched fascinated as her hands raised and the small piles sticks surrounding them caught aflame. "Contego, servo, vindico, protego." He watched with morbid curiosity as her pupils grew a blinding white, her voice dropped to terrifying octave and he jumped slightly not expecting to echo through the forest like it was.

Slowly Atom's whimpers began to quieten and his half lidded eyes grew misty, before he drew his final breath he looked up at his saviour finding the energy to return the smile she had bequeathed him "T-thank.. you." Ophelia didn't reply verbally and instead gifted him with something short of a professional nod (the action allowing Bellamy to deduct that it was not the first time she had done something like this.) Then all too soon it was over, the flames disappeared so quickly that Bellamy had to remind himself they were lit in the first place.

Ophelia shot up from her kneeled position and brushed off the dirt off her cargo pants as though she was just playing in the mud and not killing a man. He watched as her boots strode past him and she grabbed the basket from Clarke and continued on to the camp, the teens hesitated for a second before following the elder female. Bellamy hung back for a minute his eyes zeroing on the small smile the dead man was holding as though he had been held by his mothers soft arms and not caressed by the grim reaper as his soul untethered from the earth.

And for the second time today, Bellamy Blake questioned who Ophelia really was.

AFTER OPHELIA HAD SUCCESSFULLY HEALED THE LANKY BOY, that was in fact not rodrick (although she probably would still call him that in the near future) she grabbed the bottle of alcohol and slinked outside watching the moon as her hand mindlessly ran circles on the floor. She wondered how Elena was doing, was she dead dead? Or was she in another dimension like she was? Perhaps this was a witch thing, perhaps her sister was just an unconscious body at the bottom of the river, waterlogged and blue? Or maybe she was here, somewhere? If so she could really use a hug right now.

Ophelia didn't get a hug instead she was gifted with unwanted company. Wells sat down next to the older girl, a heaving sigh escaping his lips as his muscles finally went lax "Thank you for helping Jasper. It made Clarke really happy." The woman rolled her eyes.

Was everything always about Clark?

"He helped me out of the river, it was only fair." She murmured not bothering to look at the younger and hoping internally he would leave but it seemed she never got what she wanted as he began speaking again "What did you do to Atom? In the forest.. If you were going to kill him why didn't you just do it? Why the ritual."

She shrugged "He was a nice guy. I thought he deserved to die happily."

"Whatever you were doing.. you seemed good at it." She huffed out a laugh, the tips of her chapped lips twitching upwards and her eyes curving slightly "I've been doing this for a long time, I would hope I was good at it."

"You've been killing people for a long time?"

In an instant, her smile dropped and she no longer felt like being bathed in moonlight. She got up abruptly sending the boy a half assed smile "Good night, Wells." Before retreating to Murphy's and her tent for the night.

Fucking nosy kids

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[I'm sorry this took so long this was supposed to be last weeks update of the week, but I couldn't stop writing so here you are! I apologise for any mistakes, I'll fix it later when I'm not lazy.

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