A/N: Hello friends! SO... I decided to start a new fanfiction. I apologize to those that follow me and haven't heard back from my other stories. I'm not abandoning them, I promise.
This story takes places in Season 2 of Stranger Things. Basically, it's what happens when the multidimensional science side of stranger things meets the supernatural. Since i haven't seen anyone really do this yet before, I thought I'd start. I know some people will hate it... but hey. They don't have to read it. The main synopsis for it will be the events leading up to the first episode of Season 2, and on from there. My OC will be helping Eleven and Hopper sort out there dysfunctional family. MY OC, Naomi, will help teach Eleven things while also struggling to maintain the humanity in herself. There will be a lot of flashbacks for Naomi, talking about her past and how she came to be, which I dipped my toes into this first chapter. the three of them will experience things together like Christmas, fourth of July, El's first storm, and other stuff like , what happened that year that she was with Hopper, but with another person. In this first chapter, I feel as if I had to write my character as week in order to be in the circumstance she ends up in later on, but I promise she's a bad ass. Anyways... I hope you enjoy as I put a lot of work into the first chapter, and I'd love to hear your thought's and ideas.
P.S
I also love the Winchester's, and they heavily inspired my Character's 'bad men'.
Running from a murderous duo of hunter's wasn't exactly how Naomi preferred to spend her Friday nights. She had really been enjoying the abandoned motel she was staying at, as well. That was… until the Winchester's sucked it into their black hole of death. Like everything else, in her life. She ran with the clothes on her back, a few wads of bills in her left pocket, and a small pack with two liters of A- blood in it.
She envied how accessible it was for humans to get food. Not her, though. She had to kill to get what she wanted. She hadn't lately, though. She vowed to at least try to keep as many people alive as possible. That was the only way she could live. Although, that vow didn't seem to stop the hunters from getting on her ass.
She didn't want to kill. She didn't particularly enjoy killing… It was what her coven had done. What her coven had made her do. Her brother was in that coven, and that was the only thing that kept her around. That, and Jasper's threats.
Vampire's weren't like werewolves. Everyone was equal, where as werewolf pack's had an alpha, a beta. Not this coven, though. Jasper had turned everyone. He had started with a group of females, and then a group of male's. Her brother, was one of those male's. They said twins had a special bond. Especially in the 80's. When they were younger, they came up with our own gibberish code so their mother couldn't understand what they were saying. They were two peas in a pod. Inseperable…
Until Jasper got him.
He was turned 6 months before her.
She didn't know what to think of it, at first. After her mother's decease, she had left the apartment in Naomi's name, being the slightly older twin. Theo had started coming home late. He was irritable, didn't like the lights on. She'd cook him food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner. He hadn't touched a single bite of it in three days. The flies were starting to buzz around in his room. Naomi could hear it from her room, across the hall.
He was out almost all the time.
It wasn't like him to be so… distant from her. They were twins, after all.
They didn't have secrets. They shared everything. She thought it was a phase. The stress of college finally hitting him. That was… until she found out he hadn't shown up to his classes in nearly a week.
She had gave him a week. Seven days to sort himself out. It must have been drugs, right? She had accused him of every drug under the sun, but he denies it all; and she trusted him. She trusted what he said, but knew there was something else. It was their trust of being twins, that, and the smell of marijuana, or booze, never seemed to follow him inside those late fateful nights.
That, was the first time she had cried since her father had left. She hadn't even felt tears when her mother got sucked into her illness. She had had cancer for a long time. It was never easy watching a parent pass, but it was expected for her mother.
She remembered distinctly curling up into a fetal position, hearing her brother in the other room, animalistic snarls sounding from underneath the door frame.
She felt like she was losing him.
The next night, her brother had confronted her.
Theo took her to the barn in the woods. She hadn't even known it was there. Her first thought was that he had joined some kind of cult. She saw the group of twelve, or so, standing around the giant fire, blood dripping from every orifice. They all turned to look at her as Theo swung open the creaky barn doors. Despite being a minute or two older, she hid herself behind dear Theodore. He has reassured it was okay, that these people would help her. That he wouldn't have to lie to her anymore. They could be free. Be free of struggling, be free of living paycheque to paycheque, and be free of a normal life, one they never had in the first place though.
She wish she hadn't trusted him.
The second she saw the red eyes take over Jasper's irises like an oil spill in water, she knew she had made a terrible mistake in accepting her brother's request to join them.
But it was too late.
Two years later, she found herself running from one of the most powerful hunter's she had ever heard of. Brothers. Sebastian and James Winchester.
She didn't want to think in detail, not in a time like this. All she could recall was the death of her coven, her brother. That was the second time she remembered crying. Not just sad tears. Rage tears. Angry tears, as besides her; Jasper was the only other vampire that had made it out alive from the bloody massacre.
Another year later, here she was. No love left in her heart, just a pit of rage. The two hunters on her ass, and Jasper nowhere to be found.
She had also envied those who trusted so easily. She envied a lot of things. She wanted to find love in her heart again, but she lost everything. The crushing remorse and shame she felt of killing as a fledgling was too consuming. Every time she had faced a human in the eyes, she imagined them dead, her teeth between their neck. The bloodlust was too powerful. She had learned to control it now, yes, but not without a few slip ups.
That was why she made frequent trips to the hospital. The guilt of stealing blood bags waiting to be donated was a lot more minuscule.
It was very rare a vampire lived like this, drinking refrigerated bags of B- instead of tapping into someone's jugular, feeling the warm liquid pass through their teeth, meeting their cold lips before draining down their throat.
She wasn't nearly as strong by doing this, but she was still stronger than most of her species. She took no shit from anyone of the supernatural, nor anyone human for that matter either.
Long story short, that was how she ended up wandering through the light snowfall, hearing her feet crunch into the fresh blanket of the forest floor. She was in Indiana, now. Hawkins was the last signs she had recalled seeing. She didn't know why, but she shivered as soon as she had passed the imaginary barrier of Hawkin's entrance. It wasn't from the cold, either. She didn't get cold. She was dead, after all.
She shivered again, thinking about her merciless death required to give her eternal life.
Dusk had just fallen over the quite town, and the only noise was her combat boots stepping on the small twigs beneath her.
The sound of snow falling was eerie. You couldn't really hear it, but you could sense it.
She stood for a moment, doing a full 360 as the last of the light vanished over the horizon. She opened her ears, closing her eyes as that pronounced the other sense. She heard someone else in the woods, far. The scent was unfamiliar though. She ignored it, listening more. The next thing she heard was a deer. She passed quickly over to the road. She winced when she heard the familiar noise of a 1967 chevy impala.
The Winchester's
She grabbed the hair tie from her wrist and pulled her hair into a low pony. She shrugged the hood of the leather jacket over her forehead, tightening her strings, and then ran.
Running as a vampire wasn't like normal running. She flew, her toes barely touching the ground. She ran a mile a minute. Her ponytail whipped around her face, her cheeks stinging from the cold breeze. If any human were to see her, she'd be a blur. She whizzed past the foliage for another five minutes or so, keeping up the same speed
When she stopped, she sat. Even crossed her legs, despite the wet snow soaking into her thin ripped jeans.
She was deep into the middle of the forest now, not hugging the road. The brothers would have to be on foot to find her now.
She pulled out the pack of smokes from her pocket, placing one between her full lips. One hand covered it from the light wind, while the other lit the smoke.
She breathed in a puff, exhaling loosely, attempting to rid her worries. She didn't particularly like being this alone. She liked being alone, but not dead in the middle of the forest, pitch black, no one to be seen, alone.
She took another drag. It helped her cravings, the tobacco. That, and booze (particularly whiskey). It helped the blood lust.
She started to pile a group of twigs together. She could stay here tonight. Lots of foliage from the bushes and the trees. Even a log to sleep on. She didn't need the warmth of the fire, but she wanted it. It would make her feel less alone. Nor did she need the light, as her night vision as a vampire was perfectly fine; but it comforted her. She had two blood bags left in her pack, enough to last her a week. She'd have to raid the nearest hospital as soon as she could.
She took the last drag of her cigarette, dropping the butt to the floor, and squishing it with her boots.
She heard a small crack of a twig, and it took a moment for her to fathom whether that was her feet… or someone else. She hadn't lit the fire yet. It couldn't be that.
She coughed a little, the smoke caught in her throat. She used her abilities to see in front of her. She couldn't see anyone. Not even an animal. She turned ever so slightly to the left. Nada.
She heard another crack. Her head whipped to the left. Nothing there.
She coughed again. "Hello?" If her heart could beat, it sure would now. Her nostrils flared as she tried to catch a scent. It smelled… human. It smelled like freshly washed laundry…. And dirt. At the same time, if that made sense. She smelt a little floral in there as well. The scent of damp clothes was too overpowering, though.
Another twig snapped, and she slowly turned around to see someone behind her.
Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open. It was a small someone, but a someone. She was tiny. She was young. Twelve, thirteen maybe. Her hair was in a short pixie cut, messily strewn back. She wore a distressed pink dress. She wore striped tube socks that were unevenly pulled up, and sneakers. She had a plaid shirt on, as well, but it was soaked from the snow.
They stood, staring at each other for a moment. Naomi noticed the smallest amount of dried blood underneath the girl's left nostril, and held her breath.
Her eyes drifted from the doe brown eyes, to her chapped lips. From her lips, to her blue hands, and from her blue hands, to her trembling knees. She was cold. Her heartbeat was slow, worryingly slow. The girl was freezing to death.
"Are you lost sweetheart?" Naomi broke the silence, licking her lips and trying to ignore the dried blood under her nose.
The girl slowly shook her head, clenching her fists.
"U-Umm.. Are you looking for your mom? Your dad?"
Again, she shook her head.
"Are you cold?"
She nodded, her thick eyebrows falling.
Naomi didn't know what to make of the situation. This girl felt… different. Naomi stood from her seat on the log, and took the first step towards the girl.
The girl flinched.
She felt bad for scaring her, and that wasn't often something she felt bad for.
"Do you remember your name?" Naomi whispered softly, taking another step closer, trying not to scare the girl.
The girl nodded.
Naomi took another step. "I won't hurt you, hun. I promise. Do you want to tell me what your name is?"
It was the first time she had broken eye contact. She was contemplating what to do.
Naomi closed the space between them by taking the last step.
"Promise?"
Naomi was so dumbfounded that the girl finally had spoken that she had forgotten to reply. "A-Wha?"
"Promise. It's something friends keep." Naomi listened to the quiet melodious voice of the girl in front of her. For some reason; she wanted to help her. Help wasn't something she did a lot. Not lately, anyways. "Promise you won't hurt?"
"I know what a promise is," Naomi shook her head. "Y-Yes. I promise." Naomi knelt down, looking up at the girl. She placed a hand on her shoulder, and she flinched again but softened after. She could tell just by touch, that this girl had been through a lot.
She saw the small crystals of ice forming underneath her nose, and the frosted tips of her hair curl together.
"Do you want to tell me what your name is?" She repeated again.
The girl clenched her jaw, nodding again. She held out her wrist, bumping Naomi with it.
She was confused for a moment, but took the girl's wrist. She placed one hand underneath her elbow, and the other shoved her sleeve up.
Three small numbers were tattooed into her pallid skin.
011
"Eleven," She spoke softly, turning to face the girl again. "That's your name?"
The girl nodded.
"Aren't you a little young to have a tattoo?" Naomi furrowed her brows.
The girl did it back. "Tattoo?"
"It's a— never mind. Boy your parents must have been real stupid to tattoo your name on you. They forget or something?"
"Parents." It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Like she was testing out the words.
"Yes, parents." This encounter was getting weirder and weirder by the moment, and she had met several weirdos of the supernatural before.
"Parents." She said again.
"Look, sweetie," Naomi frustratingly ran a hand through her hair, pushing the sleeve down again. "Do you know where you are? Where you're going?"
"Yes and no."
"Yes and no." Naomi frowned, mimicking Eleven. "Great."
Eleven nodded.
Naomi groaned. "Well kid, you're not in luck. Looks like you're stuck with me for the night. Sound good?" She started walking away from Eleven, towards the fire she had started to made. She should light it before the wood got too wet.
"Good." Eleven replied behind her, following Naomi to the log .
"You're too far from home for me to make it back to the tree line on foot. We'd be walking till dawn. Besides, you look like a walking corpse anyways." She glanced back at the girl, who seemed confused. She forced the look of annoyance on her face, glaring up at Naomi.
Naomi snickered.
"Name's Naomi. Not the most normal name in this day, I know."
Eleven listened with open ears, nodding at the girl.
Naomi pointed to the log, "Sit."
Eleven nodded, "Sit."
"Do you always repeat everything?" Naomi cocked a brow, looking at her as she knelt down to the tepee of wood.
"Repeat?" Eleven rubbed her blue hands together.
"Yes. Repeat. It's like a cycle, you know, like doesn't change. The same every time."
"Hmm." Was all she muttered, curling up into a fetal position on the wet bark.
The girl was tired, she could tell that from the bags under her eyes. She could also tell the girl was thin, thinner than she should have been. She needed food, one thing she couldn't provide.
It took a few tries, but Naomi managed to light the fire with her silver zippo. She replaced the empty spot beside Eleven, and sat by her, watching the cascade of orange flames grow; dancing in front of scooted closer to the fire, her butt on the very edge of the log.
"You must be cold, hey?"
Eleven nodded. "Very cold"
Naomi shrugged off her jacket, wrapping it around the distressed plaid shirt, and placing it over her thin shoulders. Eleven curled up into it- shutting her eyes as if she felt instant relief from the heavily used jacket.
Naomi curled her fingers underneath her turtleneck, slipping it off her thin frame, and placed it atop of eleven, like a blanket; leaving Naomi in only a racerback tank top.
"Are you not… cold?" It confused Eleven, clearly, to see the lady in front of her so bare, and to not shiver, even as the snow touched her skin. What was odd to Eleven, was that when the snow touched her exposed collarbones, it didn't melt, like it did when it touched Eleven's face. Or her hands. Or anywhere.
Every so often, Naomi would wipe the snow off that started to pool together in places like the indent of her collar bones, her lap, underneath her eyes— since it didn't melt off.
"I don't get cold, kid." Naomi gave the girl a weak smile, knocking on her own flesh on her arm, "Tough skin."
Eleven's lips quirked up. "Tough skin," she reiterated once again, her left corner of her mouth barely quirking up. Eleven knew that Naomi's explanation had more underlying meaning- but she didn't push it. She was too exhausted to barely speak.
There was a moment, there, where Eleven had almost dozed off mid conversation, but she woke herself up. She didn't retreat from her half-asleep position in Naomi's side, though. She curled into her. Naomi wrapped only one arm around Eleven, knowing that if she hugged her completely, it would only make her colder.
The color started to flood back into Eleven's hands, not looking so… numb anymore. She massaged them together, holding them out to the fire.
"Why are you out here?" Eleven asked.
"I could ask you same thing." Naomi challenged, biting her lip.
"I'm running." She disclosed to Naomi. "From the bad men."
"The bad men, huh?" She kicked the snow with the tip of her boat. "Me too," she responded, thinking about the brothers that had a vendetta for her death.
She thought back to the first time she had met the two brothers. She was with her brother, who she was inseparable with after her transition. She was a year in, and she remembered seeing the green eyed beauty peering at her between the empty bookshelves of the library. He was a short man, but well built. His hair was neatly trimmed and he was clad in a leather jacket, something she often fashioned. He had a strong jaw line and a smile to kill, and unfortunately that was what sucked her in. His brother, James, on the other hand, was much taller, despite being the younger of the two. His hair was longer, shoulder length almost. He liked to wear suits whenever he had the chance. His smile was more gentle, closed lipped.
Hell, if she was human, she would've fallen for the both of them in heartbeat.
She shook herself from her stupor, and faced back to the weak girl beside her.
She didn't quite understand the complex girl she found herself snuggling with in the middle of the forest, but she didn't mind. Tomorrow she would look for her parents, or the cops, or whoever could help her. Even if that meant being seen by her 'bad men'.
She wanted to help the girl, she did, but she also couldn't wait to get her out of her hair. She would only weigh her down when it came to hiding from the hunter's.
Her only assumption was that the girl had some form of amnesia… but then again, this wasn't like most cases. It's almost like she knew, but couldn't form the right words to tell Naomi.
She decided to leave it alone for the night, and glanced back at the girl.
She was fast asleep, now; an exhausted snore escaping her lips.
She peeled herself away from the girl, as carefully as she could without disturbing her, and laid her vertical on the log.
Naomi took a spot on the floor, using her backpack to cushion herself between the wet snow. She leaned back against the log and glanced back at the fire, waiting for the effects of exhausting to sweep her in too.
Naomi groaned, her eyes squinting at the growing sunlight that dripped between the small slits in her eyes. She shielded it with her right hand, sitting up from the grimy floor. The smoke of the fire was still dissipating, but the satisfying smell of burnt wood was still there, reminding her of her camp days back in high school.
She heard someone shuffle beside her, and she glanced at Eleven on the log. She had almost forgotten about the lost girl.
Her head was starting to slump off the mossy log, and Naomi re-positioned her head to place it more on top, but hissed when her hands had touched the girl's warm cheeks.
She immediately retracted after the skin-on-skin contact, black veins snaking up Naomi's arms. It was maybe the only good ability that Naomi considered to be helpful, to be able to take away pain. She remembered using it on the drunk teenagers of high school parties before she fed on them… but now, she used it for good. Or tried to, at least.
Naomi could feel the girl's heart ache. She could feel the cold, the tenderness. It was almost like a disturbing static in the background… It sent shivers up her spine. Most of all, though, she could sense how alone Eleven felt, and how much that was hurting her.
Eleven was in pain. Not physical though, no. Emotional.
She frowned, standing up from the fire pit. She tried not to divulge too much into it… besides. She had just met the kid. She would drop her off to her mommy and daddy by tonight and she would be babysitter-free soon, back on the run from the Winchesters.
She grabbed one of the two remaining blood bags left and took a small stroll away from Eleven. Not too far, enough to keep an eye on her—to hear if she had awaken.
She punctured the blood bag with her teeth, feeling the sting of her exposed fangs as they pushed their way through her gums. It took her merely seconds to guzzle down the bag of blood. She squeezed as much out of it as she could, like an empty caprisun pouch, then tossed it aside, kicking it with the tip of her boot. She wiped the stray trickles of blood from her mouth with her thumb, focusing mostly on the corners of her plump lips; then spun around
"Jesus!" She hissed in a breath. She had sworn she almost thought she felt her heart restart when she saw the five foot girl in front of her, a crooked smile plastered to her lips. "God, you scared me."
"Sorry." Eleven apologized. She didn't look frightened; she must not have seen her down a whole liter of blood then, right?
"It's… It's fine, kid. Bout' time you woke up anyways." She trudged over to the dwindling fire. "You warmer now?" She kicked the melting snow over the last few smoking coals, listening to the satisfying sizzle it made before turning back to face Eleven.
"Warm." Eleven handed her back the leather Jacket.
Naomi shook her head. "Keep it, supposed to snow later anyways."
Eleven nodded, shrugging her small arms back inside the jacket. She looked funny, standing there in the pink dress, and the plaid shirt as well as the leather jacket that was much too large for her. She was practically swimming in it.
"Besides, you look more bad-ass with that coat on than I do," Naomi shot her a half smile, to which the girl returned.
"Bad-ass." Her brows furrowed together as she tested out the word, but her face softened once she accepted it, giving a small nod.
Naomi chuckled, "Follow me, kid, we'll get back to the tree line before dusk and return you home. You need some food in you." Naomi poked the girl's stomach, to which a growl from her stomach roared back.
This time, Eleven laughed, poking Naomi back.
Naomi bit her lip, trying to hide the smile forming. She was normally more heartless than that. She didn't particularly enjoy the effect this girl had on her, but again, she would be scott-free soon.
Naomi wished the girl was still out cold, so she could use her abilities to speed to town. She didn't want to scare her, though. Something told her this girl was special. Maybe she could keep a secret after all, but she never dared risk it. Not unless she needed to, anyways.
"So tell me more about these bad men," Naomi muttered, starting their trek. She pulled another cigarette, flicking it out of the box and holding it between her lips while she rummaged her backpack for a lighter. "Did they hurt you?"
Eleven trotted beside her, trying to keep up to her quick pace. She nodded.
"Well that's no good…" She murmured incoherently as she held the cigarette between her lips, lighting it with the same zippo she started the fire with. "Is that why your nose was bleeding?"
She shook her head, wiping her nose like it was still bleeding, and sniffled from the cold. "No. I did that."
"Hmm. You don't disclose a lot of information, do you?"
"Disc—" she started in a questioning tone.
"Never mind," Naomi shrugged off, blowing a puff of smoke away from the girl. She didn't want to have to explain another word to her. "What did these bad men do to you, Eleven?"
Eleven looked down as she walked, taking large steps over rocks or leaping over logs. "They hurt me. They took me away from Mike."
"Mike?" She perked up at the name. She was getting somewhere with the girl. That was a name, at least. "Is Mike your father? Brother?"
Eleven shook her head. "Mike is my friend."
"Good. That's good. Do you know where Mike lives?"
She nodded again, "But I can't go there."
"Why can't you go there, Eleven?"
Eleven liked being called Eleven. She liked being called El, too, but hearing her whole name spill from this girls round lips was a nice thing to heed. It felt comforting. It made her feel warm and fuzzy inside… like she had another friend. "I can't put Mike in danger anymore. I don't want the bad men to find him, too."
Naomi sighed, wrapping an arm around Eleven. Unveiling information was clearly not her strong point… but by the way she was talking, it seemed like she wasn't suffering from memory loss.
"Where'd you get those clothes?" Naomi asked, swinging around a tree. She took another puff of her cigarette.
"Nancy. Mike's sister."
"Let me guess," Naomi started, "Can't put her in danger either?"
She nodded confidently, but didn't smile.
"Is there anyone else you know?"
She nodded again. "I know Joyce. I know Dustin, and Lucas. I know the police man."
"Hey!" She shrieked, startling Eleven. "That's good, a police officer. He trains to put himself in danger…. He can put up with danger. Can we find him?"
Eleven shrugged, "Not this kind of danger, though."
Naomi groaned, holding the lit cigarette between two fingers, as the other hand swiped down her face. She nudged Eleven down a make-shift path, heading right. "This way."
Eleven took the lead now, since the foliage was too thick, and path too small for them to be side by side.
"Who are your bad men?" She questioned. She was a cheeky bugger, not unveiling any information but asking her the questions.
She took another hit, and then dropped the cigarette into the glistening snow. "They don't like me very much. They don't really want me… alive."
"hmm." It didn't seem to phase Eleven, the mention of death. In some ways, this girl seemed more mature then her age. Others, she seemed like she was lacking. "I want you alive. I trust you."
"You shouldn't trust so easily, kid." She kicked a few branches with her feet away, replacing Eleven in the lead.
"Why not?"
"Not everyone is as nice as they seem." She answered.
"You seem nice." Eleven retorted.
She took a quick look back at her, rolling her eyes. "You've only known me for like, 10 hours."
Eleven shrugged, the left sleeve of the leather jacket and the plaid long sleeve falling down. She used her right arm to pull them back up.
"We'll find someone, don't worry. Then we'll get you all sorted out. You need food, water. You need warmth. Shouldn't be staying out here by yourself at night Eleven."
"Why no—"
"I swear to God if you ask another question…"
"Sorry." Eleven shrugged again.
Naomi shook her head, pushing through the last little bit of bushes before moving to a wider opening.
A few hours had passed, and Naomi could tell the girl was getting tired. They walked in silence, for the most part. It wasn't uncomfortable, though. Occasionally Naomi got a few more pieces of information out of her. Form what she could tell, this girl really wasn't looking to get rescued.
She looked exhausted. She needed a nice warm bed to nap in and a good meal. A bath wouldn't hurt, either.
"How about we take a break, yeah?"
Eleven nodded, her eyes fluttering. "I'd like that…" She panted, falling to floor with a small thud. She murmured something incoherently before laying back against a tree trunk, her eyes drifting close.
Naomi tossed her small pack towards El, pivoting before running away from Eleven. She needed to find this girl some food.
She tried to smell something… anything. She could smell something sweet, like berries, and it was nearby according to it's scent.
She took a sharp left, following the scent for a few meters before finding it's source.
An invasive bush of thorns made it's way through the cue of trees, half frozen berries barely surviving in this winter weather. She curled her shirt up, exposing her stomach, before cupping the bottom of her tank into a make-shift bowl. She grabbed a few… not as many as she had expected to get. Only ten, and half of them looked like a mushy frozen mess, but it would keep her going until nightfall.
She trotted back to the girl, handing her her findings.
She nodded politely, her deep set eyebrows still hanging low. "Thank you,"
Despite her limited vocabulary, her words were very stern… very clearly spoken, but quiet. She used single words, a lot. At first it seemed like she was demanding, but then, Naomi realized, it was just the way Eleven processed things.
She sat down beside the girl, crossing her legs. She closed her eyes, listening for noises in case of any nearby intruders… or saviors.
She heard the hushed chomp of the blackberries between's Eleven's teeth, and ignored it. She listened farther into the forest, picking up expected noises like chirping insects, birds tweeting, deer's in a gait. Thankfully, she couldn't hear the noises of any 'bad men'.
She felt cold fingerprints flip her right wrist over, and Naomi's eye's snapped open, frowning at the girl. Did she have no recollection of personal barriers?
Once Naomi's wrist was facing up, Eleven's thumb ran over it loosely. She frowned, her eyes flashing from Naomi's wrist, to her eyes, and back to her wrist before letting go.
"Looking for something?" Naomi rubbed her wrist, like she had just been scolded by a hot kettle.
Eleven shook her head, dropping the remainder of the berries on the floor. "Go." She said, using her single words again instead of saying something like 'let's go'
They had been walking for the whole day. She was slowed down from Eleven's pace at times, and she tried not to mind but she was getting impatient. What if she was found? Especially this close to the road. She could hear the cars, now.
A luminous grayness hung over them as sunlight started to drip below the horizon. They were a little behind schedule, but that was okay. Naomi heard people in the distance, but she ignored it. Most likely hikers, or dog-walkers. She tried not to think too much about it, considering they were so close to the outskirts of town now.
"Do you listen better, with your eyes closed?"
The soft voice beside her shook her from her daze. "What?"
"Your eyes," Eleven muttered, looking up at her with an unreadable face. "You close them when you hear."
Naomi bit her lip, cocking a brow. The girl was very observant. She was highly intelligent for someone so young—she could tell that from the few hours she spent with her. She didn't know how to respond, so she just shrugged.
Eleven nodded, like that was some sort of answer for her.
"We're almost there," Naomi told the girl, "Wanna stop for one more break?" She would have to pick the girl up and carry her if they took another step.
Eleven tucked her chin in, nodding.
They made their way a few more steps to clearing just off the path, and took a rest on the floor, that had started to dampen again due to the depleting degrees. Eleven had pulled off the leather jacket Naomi had borrowed to her and set it aside on the ground. She plucked at the patches of grass underneath her with her blunt, dirt-caked fingernails, and breathed a long sigh through her nostrils.
Naomi took a long look at the weak girl, crisscrossed beside her.
The ice crystals from last night had melted off, and the tips of her hair started to curl miscellaneously in short waves.
Her long eyelashes fluttered as her eyes darted around, from her shoes, to the patch of grass she was fiddling with, to the path ahead. Her jaw clenched and unclenched, and Naomi's eyes drifted to her collarbone.
She watched as the regular thump of her heartbeat pumped through her veins by her neck. Naomi had to turn herself away from the girl. She wasn't hungry… she had just fed this morning. She had to space out her feedings so they were more on a schedule from now on.
A chittering squirrel darted past the both of them, shaking them both from their trance.
"I-I'm gonna go check what's over the hill." Naomi licked her lips, pointing to the small mount to the left of them. "See if I can see the clearing."
Eleven nodded, her jaw clenching again.
Naomi took a fresh breath of air, ridding the previous thought's of hunger that had taken over, and gaited away from Eleven.
She slipped a few times in the snow—which wasn't very graceful for a vampire—and had to climb on her hands and feet in order to make it over the rise. She kicked the wet leaves away as she fast-walked down the opposite side of the hill, and slowed to a stop on the other side. She placed her hands loosely in the pockets of her blacked jeans, and let her eyes drift over the prospect. She could faintly see the lights of a single car on the road a whiles away. It looked to be about another half hour at their current pace. She just hoped Eleven could make it that far without food and water.
On the bright side, she would probably only have to deal with this girl for another hour, maybe. She would find someone as soon as she got there, then dump the problem on them. Again, it wasn't that she didn't like the girl… She was entertaining, not annoying like most kids—but she didn't have time to be babysitting a twelve year old
"Well well well." She heard the click of a gun behind her, and then felt cold metal press between her shoulder blades. "Did you not listen for us or something, Ms. Cross? Gotta get that vamp healing checked. Do they have a special doc for that?"
Naomi held her breath, doing her best to not move a muscle.
While the one brother pressed a gun to her back, James circled in front of her, another gun glued to his hands.
"Didn't take you as the 'forest runaway' type of prey. I took you as more as the one who would surround yourself by humans, try to camouflage yourself into normality." Sebastian hissed into her ear. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her neck, and she shivered.
Sebastian pressed the head of the gun harder into her back, making her squeal.
James snorted in front of her, his lips quirking up into a faux-smile. He clicked the safety off of his pistol, and pointed it at her forehead. He was much more distanced then Seb, but still didn't give her enough room to escape. She could, but she'd need a distraction.
"Hey!" Sebastian shot a bullet into the air, removing it from her back for a moment before placing it back on again. "I'm talking to you, leech."
Naomi covered her ears from the ringing she heard after the gun had gone off. Super hearing did have its downsides…
Momentarily, she had forgotten about Eleven. She prayed that the girl had ran from the noise of the bullet, instead of letting curiosity get the best of her.
She wasn't surprised that moments later, she felt a bullet enter her shoulder. She also wasn't surprised by the fact that, after Sebastian had shot her, James did too. Luckily, his aim wasn't as good… He managed to only clip the side of her face, causing blood to poor from her eyebrow. It stung, but it was bearable. It did flood her vision in the right eye though.
Naomi spun around swiftly, in an inhuman motion, and pushed the man away from her with the palms of her used as much supernatural force as she could, and catapulted him to the nearest tree. She heard the crack in the bark, and she smiled at the distressed noise the hunter let out.
"You're lucky those were regular bullets, Naomi." She tried not to move her body—instead, she only rotated her head towards the other hunter. "We have been fair to you, Naomi. We made a mistake by letting you and the leader escape. A meer… slip up." She watched as the hunter brushed his long hair over his shoulder, moving his hand towards his jacket pocket and pulling out a small crossbow.
Naomi gulped.
Now, she was in shit.
Not because she had the head of a weapon pressed between her eyes yet again. No, that wasn't it. The reason it shook her to her core, made her feel fear, real fear, was because it was loaded with one of the only things that could kill her in this world.
A wooden stake.
She exhaled, scanning her surroundings. The world seemed to slow for a moment, and she closed her eyes.
This was it.
She was dead.
She hadn't really expected to live a long life on the run, anyways, but she wanted to live longer than this. She wanted to avenge her brother. She wanted to watch the life drain in her creator's eyes. She wanted to Jasper to suffer…
But no.
She shut her eyes tightly, sucking in a breath, and listened to her surroundings. It was satisfyingly peaceful this time at night, especially with the light snow fall starting again. It was like you could almost hear the flakes hitting the ground.
She waited for death to come…
But it never came
"What the…" James hushed. The cross brow was removed from her forehead, and her eyes flashed open. Everything happened so quickly after that. Her breathing hitched in her chest, and she watched with wide eyes as the man in front of her started floating in mid air. It only lasted for a mere millisecond, before the gun in his hand was snatched away and thrown across the forest floor… like a ghost had whacked it away. Without delay, James went flying in the opposite direction…. Like the ghost had hit him too.
She didn't know what to say… or what to do.
Once second, she was facing death. The next second… her killer was flung across the forest by some unknown force.
She heard the fresh snow crunch behind her, and for the second time that night, she held her breath. She took her time spinning a full 180. Her mouth hung agape, and her now-red eyes fell wide.
When her wet boots had finally spun the whole way around in the snow, she stopped. She was dumbfounded… she had no words.
With furrowed brow, and gritted teeth; Eleven held her hands up to the other hunter, and with some sort of eerie force, she lifted a recovering Sebastian, and propelled him away at an uncanny speed.
"What the... Hell." Naomi watched as a cherry liquid started to leak out of Eleven's left nostril, like a faulty faucet. She was unquestionably, undeniably, one-hundred percent not hungry anymore.
She was just… in disbelief.
What was this girl?
Some sort of witch?
No. She was too young. Much too young… and she would have sensed her aura.
Eleven relaxed, and she could see the exhaustion hit her like train. She took a few faulty step backwards, and Naomi used her quick reflexes to catch her before she fell.
James started to recover again, picking himself up from the floor.
He reached for the crossbow again, and this time, Naomi didn't have Eleven to save her ass. She didn't care anymore. She had seen something so mind-bogglingly implausible that she couldn't even function. Who cared at this point if the girl found out that she had abilities too?
She hoisted Eleven on to her back, placing both arms around her neck, and ran.
Again, it wasn't like any normal running. Naomi ran as fast as she could. Her feet tiptoed across the snowy ground, moving more hastily then she ever had before. The half an hour estimate she gave herself to make it to the tree line was reduced to 1 minute, with still a few feet of safety before completely divulging themselves into the park reserve.
She carefully dropped Eleven to the ground, and knelt in front of her.
Eleven let out an exhausted pant, and used the sleeve of Naomi's jacket to wipe the blood on her nose.
"You… You're like me." Eleven spoke quietly.
Naomi shook her head. "Not like you. Not like you, Eleven." She was misunderstood. She was bad, where as Eleven was good. Eleven had just saved her ass. She owed this pre-teen her freaking life! She then realized why the girl had played with her wrist, earlier. She was looking for a number, a tattooed number like hers."Eleven…" She shook the girls shoulder, "You just saved my life." Tears started to brim her bottom lids, and she let out an exasperated grin. "You saved my life," She repeated, pulling the girl into a tight hug.
They shared an embrace for what seemed like an eternity.
The girl's scent was more detailed now. Over the layers of mud and dirt, she smelt so clean. She smelt pure… if that made sense. She smelt like flowers, but fruits at the same time. Her heart beat steadily in her chest, and Naomi brought her closer.
She had no guess as to what this girl was… but she didn't care. All she could do was hold her. She didn't know how to repay her, so this was all she could offer. Luckily, Eleven held her closely back. She tugged on Naomi's hair, scrunching and unscrunching it in her fingers. Eleven breathed in Naomi's scent, and then softened into hug.
"Thank you." Naomi expressed again.
It wasn't either of them that had broken the hug, it was the sound of a heavy steel toed boot stepping on a branch a few feet away from them.
Using her abilities again, Naomi hastily stood in front of a weak Eleven, shielding it from the intruders. There was no way the hunters could have caught up that quickly, especially after the number Eleven did on them. If it wasn't them….. then who was it?
A bright beam pore into Naomi's eyes, and in response, she shielded it with her hands. It took a few seconds to adjust to the vivid light, and the first thing she noticed as her eyes started to go back to normal was a tall shadow. They were brawn, husky-looking. They stood confidently.
She watched as the shadow, clearly a male, moved their free hand to their head. She tensed up for a moment, wondering if it was another gun being pulled out. They had been shot at enough today… Thankfully, she watched as the man dropped his beam of light to the floor and removed his hat.
"Eleven…" His words were barely a whisper, but she had managed to pick them up.
Naomi's head spun around to watch as a frightened Eleven use her as a human shield. Once she caught side of the new face-clearly memorable to Eleven, she removed herself from behind Naomi and took a step forward.
Eleven recognized this man. Was this the cop she was speaking about before? That would explain the attire he was clad in. His expression matched the same one Naomi had only moments ago.
Eleven brought Naomi's jacket up on her shoulders again, then took a step towards the officer. Before she had even made the second step, she collapsed. Her knees gave way, and she starting to fall to the floor.
The officer managed to catch her head before it hit the ground, and Naomi moved around him to help anchor her shoulders up.
Her eyes were shut, clearly fading into unconsciousness, and her mouth parted ever so slightly to take in small, even breaths. The vampire listened for a heartbeat and was relieved to find that it was steady, and healthy. She was still dangerously cold, though, and deprived of food and water.
She let the officer pick her up completely, holding her wedding style in her arms.
"I found her in the woods last night," She told him before he had the chance to even ask her how she had found her… "She hasn't eaten or drunken really… I tried to get her back into town as quickly as I could," That wasn't completely a lie… but she could feel the guilt swelling in her conscience.
The officer started to walk away, but he kept his head turned ever so slightly towards Naomi, to tell her to continue, and to follow her.
"She uh… She saved my life, officer."
He let out a light chuckle. "Tell me about it." The sarcasm in his voice was tangible. She was surprised to hear that remark. As if he wasn't surprised by this information. Naomi frowned. "That would explain the bullet in your back then, eh?"
She had almost forgotten about that, but the mention of it again caused a twinge of pain, making her wince. She didn't know what to say… why wasn't he freaking out? Did he know about the supernatural? She listened for his heart, to see if here was any hint of stuttering – some sort of giveaway; but there wasn't.
They walked down a small hill, trotting towards a police truck that was presumably his. "Get in," he ordered.
Naomi didn't question it.
She waited and abetted as he loaded the beat girl into the backseat, and watched as he moved to the driver's side and started the truck. It roared to life with a worrying sputter. She didn't say anything as the truck made its way down the winding road. She only listened to the background noise of the police radio and the obnoxious chomp of the officer's gum chewing.
He looked to be in his 40's. Tall man. Bearded by a few inches, and had a mustache. He touched it with his right hand, massaging it, while his left hand made a right turn onto a dirt road heading back into the reserve.
"Hey! Woah. Woah…" She placed a cold hand on his warm, clothed, bicep. "Do you not see these bullets in my back?" She winced again, "We are not going back in there."
The officer shook his head, "Well I'm not taking her back into town. The doctors will find her… Too high profile for her. She needs to be some where safe. Some where hidden."
Naomi didn't know the man driving well enough to question the statement, but it was clearly in correlation to the girl's unnatural abilities.
They drove in silence for a few minutes… not knowing what to say. "Where are you taking her?" She broke.
"I've got a cabin in my name not too far off the gravel road. I'll have to walk a bit… but it's a good place to hide her until things die down." Again, she didn't question his open-ended statement. The officer glanced at her, for the first time that night. His eyes were filled with purpose, determination. "The name's Hopper, by the way. Chief Jim Hopper."
Naomi nodded politely, glancing out the window to watch the snowfall pick up. "Naomi Cross."
"New in town?" He raised a brow. "Or did you escape from that psychotic lab in the middle of town as well?" He paused, before speaking again, "Got super-healing or somethin'?
"What? No." Naomi shut down. "No…"
"So?" He questioned, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb, "What is it then?"
"Or somethin'" She repeated his words in his voice, her eyes drifting ahead.
Hopper didn't push it, and for that she respected.
"Why're you giving me a ride?" She asked after another few minutes of quiet.
"We're almost there," he announced before sighing. "I don't know, you saved the kid. Thought I'd help you out by at least taking the chunk metal out of your back."
Naomi sighed, not knowing how to respond. She watched for next minute or so, as Jim Hopper's eyes darted from the road, to outside his window, to his rear view mirror, and all repeating in a cycle again. He massaged his face with his free hand again, and spoke quietly—so quietly she almost didn't catch it. "Don't worry, kid. Those doctors won't find you again."
The car pulled into a small dirt lot, only big enough for one or two more vehicles. It clearly wasn't used often, as the foliage had overgrown evasively.
The chief hopped out of the truck, hastily moving to the back of the truck. Naomi watched from inside as the officer opened the trunk, rummaging through various pieces of metal, and pulling out a small pair of rusty pliers.
"Come on kid, get out."
She didn't know how to respond to that. Her eyes widened at the remark.
"Hey, are you in there?" he hissed, tapping his own forehead, "Want the bullet out or not?"
"Oh… Yeah." She opened the creaky door, jumping out of the lifted vehicle. She felt bad for leaving Eleven in there… like someone was going to steal her. Her thoughts were justified, especially after what Hopper had just disclosed.
"Turn around," The officer spun the 24 year old around, forcing her to face the inky blackness of the night.
Hopper didn't hold back one bit as he dug the pliers into her skin.
"Ow!" She grimaced, "Jesus, be careful. The skin has probably already started to heal over."
Hopper said nothing, and made no effort to be gentler.
She sucked in a breath when he had finally got a grip on the bullet, the one on her shoulder. She clenched her fists as he removed it, and let out a small whimper as she felt the healing skin rip away from the bullet.
"Shit," She cursed.
"There you go," He removed the pliers from her back, and handed her the bloody bullet that he had unsanitarily removed.
"Thanks..." She muttered.
Hopper didn't reply. Instead, he raced over to the driver's side, removing the keys from the ignition, and grabbed Eleven from the back seat. He carried her the same way he did before, and shut the driver-side door with the boot of foot.
Hopper started off on his bush-whacking, using his feet to kick away loose vines, broken branches. "You coming?" Hopper asked, after realizing Naomi hadn't followed him.
She remained in the small lot, her arms uncomfortably at her side. She looked rough, after the past two nights she had been through. Her brown eyes faded to a dull grey, her bouncy hair had no life. Her lips, chapped, and for some reasons he felt colder then normal. "I... I can't." Truth be told, she wanted to. She was curious... but she didn't want to put the girl in anymore danger.
"What-" Hopper looked back at her, both eyebrows raised high on his forehead. "Girl saves your ass, and you don't even wait for her to wake up to thank her?"
"I can't..." Was all she said, again. She bit at the dead skin at her bottom lip; eagerly waiting a reply from the Chief.
"Suit yourself." And with that, she was left alone.
She watched as Chief Hopper carried an unconscious Eleven towards whatever bungalow he kept in the forest. They were visible for the first sixty seconds, but the few seconds after that, she watched as the inky blackness of the night sky ate them up, leaving her alone; once again.
There she was... back to square one.
Alone.
A week had passed… and for some reason—she didn't leave the town of Hawkins, Indiana. No, instead, she found herself in a 24-hour diner in the middle of town, sipping a stale cup of coffee in one of the back red booths at 1:00 in the morning The faux leather of the seats were cracked underneath, and she could feel it through her fishnets. It stuck to the backs of her thighs as she tried to remove herself from the booth.
She squirmed in the seat, taking the last sip of her cold coffee before removing herself from the chair. She placed the stained mug on the table, leaving a dollar for the waitress, and pivoted.
She was met with a hard chest. She crashed into it, her torso pressing into theirs, and she froze. Not again. It had only been a week…. She had been so stupid to stay in Hawkins. They were the number one hunter's in the entire world for all she knew! Why had she let some stupid kid and her police man keep her in the same town? She had been so naïve. So dense. She'd be gone by now, normally. Three town's over…
These men were good hunters, and the only advantage she had over them was her speed; and she wasn't eve using that now. All because of the psychic girl.
Sebastian pressed his chest harder against her's, pushing her down a quiet hall leading towards the bathroom stalls and the back exit towards the alley. "Keep moving…" He muttered with a fake smile on his, fooling the other customer's around him. "Turn around, and move." He shoved something cold, and steel into her torso.
Immediately, she had regretted wearing the black jacket that would conceal her wound in front of an audience. He pushed the knife further into her, causing her to gasp in pain, and then removed it, but not before placing it back in her again—this time twisting it. The sickening squelch of the blood made her want to gag, but the overwhelming feeling of a knife inside her freakin' body overpowered that.
She let out a small cry, and Seb turned it the other way. Tears welled in her eyes from the pain, but she knew she couldn't speak or he would just hurt her more. "Do as I say," he whispered in her ear. "Or a stake will be the next thing I stab you with." The stinging pain made her bite her tongue, drawing blood.
She nodded, hated being told what to do.
The hunter removed the knife, placing it in his boot pocket, and spun the girl around.
They walked slowly, without purpose. He placed his hands on her shoulders, making it look like they were old friends… or father and daughter. Little did anyone else know, he held her in a vice tight grip, digging his thumbs into her shoulder blades to keep her paralyzed as he forced her through the back exit.
The second she made it through the door frame, she tried to make a run for it.
She ran towards the street, but before she could dart around the corner, James walked around, rifle in hand. His eyebrows furrowed as he focused, cocking the gun to line up his shot.
She used her speed to pivot, and whiz down the other side of the alley, towards the steel fence; but Sebastian blocked her, a wooden stake carved to a point in each hand.
These Winchester were so dam impatient... She twitched as she felt shards of wood splinter inside of her, the noise of the rifle still echoing in her ears.
As if she wasn't in enough pain already…
She wanted to collapse right then and there, but no. She couldn't give up.
She had to put up some kind of fight.
She lunged forward, flashing her eyes a bright red. To her happiness, she had sparked some fear in Sebastian, causing him to flinch. That second of fear allowed her to dive forward for her attack. She hissed at the hunter, and sank her teeth into the right side of his neck. She made no attempt to be clean; instead, she took a few gulps of the crimson liquid, then thrashed her teeth around, ripping as much skin as feasible.
She heard him roar in anger, and in response, he took his free hand and stabbed her left arm with one of the stakes.
She screamed, immediately releasing Sebastian. She stumbled back a few steps, wiggling the wooden stake out of her. She tossed it to the ground, getting ready to lunge again, when she felt the second shot of the gun enter her backside.
"Oh God," She murmured, never really feeling true pain until then.
She mustered up the last amount of strength she had, and used her abilities to whiz away as fast as she could.
When she was far enough away, a few blocks down from where she was previously, she collapsed. Her head hit the green dumpster in an alley way, and she toppled over.
She moaned, her eyes rolling back into her head.
The acute twinge was so agonizing that she had blacked out for a moment. She felt the shards of he wooden bullets shift as she moved, attempting to roll herself over. She felt them dig into her scapula, her hips… her spine. Most importantly, though, she felt one single shaving press dangerously close to her heart. One bad move, and she was dead.
She slammed her head against the dumpster, leaving a dent.
With her teeth gritted, she tried to crawl. To make some movement… any. If she stayed in one place too long they'd find her, and that would be the end.
The pain was somehow cold… but hot at the same time. There were so many pieces everywhere that she just felt it… everywhere. Her body burned, seared. The pain consumed her, drowning her in pure agony…
How was she to get out of this alive?
Who was she to go to for help?
There were only two people she knew in this town, after all.
The last few yards she was barely even conscious. She stumbled through the woodland, tripping over tree roots and staggering to the floor. Her hair got caught in branches on the tumble down, and she sputtered up more blood.
She let out a very wet cough, red liquid projectiled towards the leafy earth.
Every time she made the notion of coughing. She could feel the shards of the wooden stake scrape against her heart, and she let out a loud cry.
Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to pore over. She clawed at the ground, seeing the tarnished cabin in sight now. She was on her hands and knees, her stomach just grazing the floor. She hissed in a breath as she army-crawled the last few feet, and her tears betrayed her; pouring over the brim of her bottom lids.
She thought she might pass out from the extent of pain she was in.
She tried to reach back with her good arm, attempted to pick the pieces of wood from the shot gun wound, but it was no use. Her skin had started to heal over. The wood fused to epidermis, and the only way to get them out was to cut them, and she couldn't see.
She heard two heartbeats as she neared the cabin, both calm and steady.
'Not for long,' she thought.
Her right elbow slammed against the first step, and she used as much strength as she had to hoist herself up to the second step.
She groaned as she felt the splinters from the rotten wood of the steps scrape her stomach. Several noises of discomfort escaped her lips, and she spat out another mouthful of blood as she hoisted herself up the second step.
She had to take a breather before conquering the last step, as her vision started to blur and her world gyrated.
With the last bit of potency she had, she heaved herself up the final step. They were still sound asleep, and she didn't need supernatural hearing to hear the police officer's strident snore inside the main room.
She couldn't bring herself to move her arms, so instead of knocking, she shut her eyes and slammed the side of her head into the door.
Exhaustion and defeat was so close to its climax, but she couldn't give up yet.
Once, twice, three times.
No one stirred.
She repeated it.
Once, twice, three times.
This time, she heard movement. She could hear the girl she spent more than 24 continuous hours with tiptoe around the aged bungalow.
She also heard a door creak open, and then a sleepy protesting Jim Hopper.
"El, go to sleep. It's nearly 1 o'clock." He muttered, his lips smacking together to get more saliva.
She heard Eleven shake the officer and the blankets around him again, to which he moaned in disapproval.
Naomi let out a aggravated whimper. She couldn't waste anymore time waiting for the two to answer the door.
She knocked her head once against the door. She tried for a second time, but felt much too exhausted to make the movement, and her head collapsed to the floor.
She let out another wet cough. Luckily, the two noises were enough to disturb the attention of the two beating hearts on the other side of the door. The cabin went silent. Two heartbeats stammered away like runaway trains and she could hear the loud thumping in hear ears, making her mouth salivate.
"Shh…" She heard the officer whisper to Eleven.
Eleven made a frightening murmur, but remained quiet after.
Again, she had no time to wait.
"Let me in!" She wailed, her eyes drifting into the back of her head as she re-positioned her bloody body on the porch.
There was quiet shuffling, and then Hopper spoke. "Hey, kid! No!" he hissed.
"It's her," She whispered back.
Again, she was met with only silence. Another few seconds passed before she heard anything. For a moment, she wondered if her hearing had faded to that of a human's.
Then, she heard the creaks.
The matured cottage made itself noticed as the officer stepped on the old floorboards. She listened for the rise in his heartbeat every time the wood squeaked.
"It—"
"Shh!" Jim Hopper snapped back, shutting the young girl up.
That was it. She was tired of waiting. "I can hear you!" She yelled towards the door, placing her lips near wear the door met the frame. "I can hear you coming closer to the door, Hopper. I heard your snoring.. I can hear the ticking clock in Eleven's room, I can hear every noise your feet make as you take a step closer to me, and I can hear your heartbeats." She coughed again, not even phased by the amount of blood she sputtered to her lips this time.
"Let. Me. In." She demanded.
All at once, every single lock on the door opened (and there were at least six). Impossible for someone with only two hands. She thought back to the night Eleven had saved her from her 'bad men'. Her abilities were no doubt involved in Jim's angry muttering towards the pre-teen.
"What are you doing," He emphasized, clearly speaking to Eleven; his head regarding to the left.
"She needs help," She answered, as if it was the simplest thing ever.
The chief groaned loudly, ignoring the door that opened in front of him without his consent. "What did I say about our rules?" he spoke to an out of site Eleven.
"Not stupid."
He sighed, before settling his eyes down on me. He placed a hand on his pajama clad hip, the other on the door. When he saw her state, he frowned. "What the hell happened to you?"
She struggled to look up at him, a few painful tears escaping her eyes as she writhed on the porch. She wanted to slap herself. What was she doing? Showing up at someone's cabin that she had only met once… Someone who was a police officer, for that matter. She had done perfectly fine trusting no one for the past two years… so why now, did she put her trust in the policeman and the pre-teen with psionic powers that she had only met once prior?
"I didn't know where else to go…"
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