Chapter 2
Clarke has always loved the sun, she loves the way the light reflects off the waters of Lake Washington into her bedroom windows. She loves the way the sun paints the sky yellow and orange as it rises from the horizon every morning.
She loves the warmth that came with it and most importantly how it makes her hair look like a halo of gold because let’s be honest, her hair is one of her best qualities.
But right now? Clarke hated that ball of fiery hell. Nobody should ever be subjected to such torture: running. Although, there was no one else to blame but herself.
Ever since her roommate found out that Clarke would lock her bedroom door and play home workout DVDs on full volume while sitting on the bed eating ice cream in workout clothes; instead of actually doing physical activity like she promised she would do for a “new and healthy” lifestyle resolution.
She made sure that Clarke ran two miles, Every. Damn. Day. All Clarke wanted to do right now is sit at home watching trashy television with her boyfriends Ben and Jerry, it’s a poly relationship she’s grown to love.
Clarke finished her final lap and thanked whatever gods were out there that she got the parking spot closest to the exit. Unfortunately her double date would have to wait, she had to make sure her paper work was in order for tonight’s meeting.
She is an architect, her office is in the heart of downtown Seattle and she has a nice view of the space needle from her window. Once Clarke finished her schooling she opened up her own business with the help of her mother Abby, or really just her money.
Her mother always wanted Clarke to become some hotshot surgeon like she is, but being an architect let her explore that creative side of herself while still being somewhat connected to her father.
Jake Griffin died in a car accident when Clarke was younger. They were coming home one night from her last little league soccer game and somehow they ended up upside down on a bridge.
She doesn’t remember much, but apparently she hit the side window and blacked out. She woke up in a hospital room with her mother crying right next to her. They told her the cause of the accident was “unknown” and that it was a possibility that whoever 4whit them was long gone.
The case was dropped and nothing was looked at again, one of the main reasons why Clarke continues to have a growing distrust towards police officers.
Clarke loves her job. Hell, she is the best in her field if she does say so herself. She also makes a very high income because of her slightly different way of business. Clarke’s company was split in half, she does most of her meetings and negations at night while the rest of her workers do their part during the day.
Her set up is like this because she is one of the only companies that provided services to well um, vampires. It is 2016 and vampires “came out of the coffin” a year ago. With the help of a Japanese synthetic drink called “Tru Blood”, there was no need for vampires to hide from the human world.
This modified bottled blood was supposed to show the world that vampires would not be a threat to society because there was no need to harm humans for food anymore.
It was a more “vegan” way of life for vampires but Clarke knew better. Like her favorite OITNB character said, you don’t go Jessica Simpson when you got Rihanna. There was no way vampires would be fine with a downgraded version of blood.
Which is why many humans did not serve vampires or even tolerate them. Clarke on the other hand, didn’t care. She was attracted to five things in life: Hot men, hot women, food, her bed, and money. And vampires had tons of money.
Another benefit about having vampires in the world is that religious freaks have a different stick up their asses now. Their attention slightly moved away from LGBTQ groups to the “children of Saint Lucifer himself”.
But Clarke hates them even more for that because even though she’s wary of most vampires; strangely, her best friend and co-owner is one.
Raven Reyes, Clarke’s engineer, is four years old. Well, four years old in vampire years. She died when she was 25 and turned an hour later. Her story is complicated and Clarke only just heard it after a few years of friendship with the vampire.
Their relationship is a strong one and Clarke’s pretty sure Raven would die again for her. Raven is also the only reason why Clarke had so many contacts in the vampire world. It’s easier for other vampires to trust a human if one of their own vouches for them.
And tonight, Clarke is meeting up with Raven to discuss a new layout design for a strip club extension a few blocks away from her office. The owner of said strip club, is a vampire Raven has known for a while now and someone not to be messed with. Her name is Anya and she’s 534 years old.