The Violet Hunger
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Teen Wolf, nor do I own any of the characters in the TV programme. I do however, own my OC, the lovely Violet Whitcomb.
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The library was the perfect place for solitude, for peacefulness. In the centre of a bustling town like Beacon Hills, it was a great place to escape to. However, it wasn't the kind of escape I had been hoping for. I'd tried to argue with my mother about her choice of the library as my first part-time workplace, but it seemed my arguing had fallen on deaf ears. Because here I was, perched at a desk, stamping dates into the front page of the book's that appeared, faceless in front of me.
Day in, day out, I would try and tell myself that I was eighteen, I was legally allowed to disappear without my mother's permission.
"Do you have a science fiction section?" A voice stirred me from my day dreaming and I glanced up at the middle aged man in front of me, glasses perched on the bridge of his crooked nose.
"Yeah, down there, to your right – if you pass the kids section you've gone too far," I replied quietly, my voice quivering just slightly. The man mumbled a thank you and waddled off down one of the aisles. I glanced quickly at the clock on the far wall, 8:15pm, I had 45 minutes left until I could walk the three miles home. The rain was already pounding against the glass roof of the library – it was moments like this that I cursed not having a car. It was then that the large, florescent lights began to flicker – thunder clapped outside and lightening lit up the dark sky. Within a few seconds, the entire library was thrown into a state of darkness.
"Crap," I muttered under my breath as I tried to think back to my staff training – I was pretty sure we hadn't covered the correct protocol for acting out a low budget horror movie.
"Miss, would you please turn the lights back on? I'm still in here," The middle aged man from earlier spoke, his voice muffled by the bookcases in between us.
"It seems to be some kind of power cut, sir, if you give me a few minutes I'll try and…figure something out," I sighed, trying to think on my feet. However, my train of thought was interrupted as I heard the main doors creak open slowly.
"We're having some electrical issues at the minute, could you maybe come back later, or tomorrow?" I said, hoping I was talking loud enough for whoever it was to here me.
"Is the whole town's power out? Do you know?" The door's slammed closed and I heard the bolt slide along and jam into place.
"Hello?" My heart was thudding so loudly in my chest, I could hardly breathe. I was beginning to wonder if I was having a nightmare of if this was really happening.
"Miss, could you please turn the ligh-" The mans voice was interrupted by a snarl and a loud crash. What I presumed were bookcases fell to the floor, the pages of the books rustled in an eerie chorus against the cool breeze that had taken over the darkened library. Another shot of lightening lit up the sky and a scream pierced through the blackness, causing me to fall to the floor against the back of the counter. The screams slowed to a moist gurgle and a terrifying silence overcame the building. All of the blood was rushing to my head, my hands clenched against the tiles as I listened as best I could but I was shaking and panting – unable to keep my eyes from jumping around in the pitch dark looking for any sign of motion. That was when I heard it; footsteps, growing louder and louder as they grew closer. I scurried out from behind the counter, depending entirely on my instincts to take me to safety. But it wasn't quick enough, a large, burning, hand gripped around my jean clad leg and pulled me back so hard that my nails dragged against the hard floor.
"Help! Help me! Please!" It was the loudest my voice had ever been, and for just a split second, I was impressed. I scrambled to get away from whatever it was that was pulling me back but it was no use. I was thrown roughly against one of the bookcases, my head cracking against the corner of a shelf and sending me into a wave of confusion and nausea. My hand instinctively went to the pain and came away warm and sticky with blood.
Despite my better judgement I tried to move, I was disorientated in the darkness and unsteady due to the blow to my head but I searched for somewhere to hide – knowing that whatever it was that was inside the library was probably right behind me. My hand found what felt like a large desk and I immediately knew I was close to the computers. I climbed beneath the desk and tried to slow my breathing and steady myself. What was happening? What was in here with me? Warm, salty tears filled my eyes and I forced them closed. I was going to die. I was going to die and I hadn't experienced anything on my list yet. I still hadn't been kissed, I hadn't tasted an alcoholic drink, I hadn't been in a fight…presuming that this didn't count, as I was clearly losing. The lights began to flicker again and my eyes stung and struggled against the glow. As soon as the lights stabilised I pulled myself swiftly to my feet and ran in the direction of the fire exit – only to be grabbed by the hair and pulled back violently. My vision was distorted and uneven…but still, they couldn't believe what they were seeing. A beast, seven feet tall, its skin white and scarred, hovered above me. My mouth opened to scream, but nothing came out.