The UsuAl Suspects:
Note: Okay, my mistake. This will be a three part.
-A/Spencer Part Two: Four Years Later:
Four years had passed since that day Alison DiLaurentis and Spencer Hastings had first been locked away in Radley. Two years of unnecessary therapy and four years of Spencer devoting her life to Alison without the blonde's awareness and soon, both of them were let out to go on with their lives.
It had been two years after their release now.
The two young women, now fifteen were curled up with their friends Hanna, Aria and Emily on the bright green grass cloaked front lawn of the DiLaurentis house on a sunny day, lawn chairs out, plenty of skin exposed to get a tan. Spencer and Alison's imprisonment, or "rehabilitation" as their families liked to call it stayed between them. Neither of them ever spoke a word of it in the other girls' presences.
As Alison began leaning over, thwacking the curved wooden end of Spencer's field hockey stick against the tennis balls, a warm spark of desire shot through the brunette, watching her dear one. What she was about to do might have been completely irrationally and unethical but when she saw Alison lean over towards the ball, dressed in only a skimpy bikini and a couple of thick silk purple bands, one around each wrist to hide the scars, Spencer found her control slip completely and narrowed her eyes and walked to the other girl, leaning over the blonde and spooning her body, hands covering the other girl's arms in a guiding manner, startling the girl under her.
"Spence-?" Alison mumbled, surprise streaming in her voice as she glanced to the dark haired girl draped over her person, "What are you-?"
"Shh," Spencer soothed, "Just let me show you. Just like this." She angled Alison's arms much more symmetrically with the ball, all the while, her lips inched closer to the blonde's ear, breathing against it as the younger shivered beneath her. "That's right," Spencer purred, "Just relax…."
Spencer knew their three friends were watching them right now, and that one of those friends was deeply in love with Alison-had been for almost two years now. Spencer knew she should be feel lousy for cupping Alison in her grasp like this-right in front of Emily of all people, but feeling the other girl's warmth seeping into her, hearing the smaller girl's breath catch in her throat, becoming aware of the blonde's body heat rising as seconds sped by crept into her mind and stole any conscience she might have had a few minutes ago about the matter like a stealthy thief bathed in the night air.
There was no other decision except for this one. She had to have Alison in her arms.
Then again, Spencer wasn't really surprised at her lack of guilt when it came to Emily. If a chance to be intimate with Alison ever presented herself, she found all logic and reason abandoning her.
"There, that's it," She chuckled as they moved the stick together away from the ball, still angled perfectly with it, before slapping its hooked end against the said ball, sending it flying, "Guess practice makes perfect." Spencer chuckled before parting from Alison's person, backing away and finally releasing her nerve-wracked breath. Slowly, Alison turned to Spencer, looking up at her, confusion and deep seeded concern on her face.
Spencer was about to say something reassuring when brambles snapped ahead of them and they turned, startled to see the lumbering form of Jason DiLaurentis staggering towards them. Spencer immediately stiffened, eyes jumping to the field hockey stick in Alison's hands. If he tried anything with Ali, that stick would be lodged in his skull case, she could promise him that.
"Alison," The dirty-blonde haired young man snapped, "Mom says to get upstairs. Now." Alison snorted, turning away from her brother as she grinned in mischief back at her four friends, "Go back to your loser friends, Jason. No one cares about what you want here."
Spencer found her teeth clenching. Loser friends? Like Garrett and Ian?
For two years now, Spencer had checked in on Alison nearly three times a week, whenever she was sure Jason had his "loser friends" over. If there was loud punk and goth music playing from Jason's side of the house-where his room was, immediately Spencer would bolt out of her room, out of her house and jet across the lawn to Alison's house, not even waiting for an invitation into the DiLaurentis residence, barging through the door, ignoring Jessica and Kenneth's startled cries and running up the stairs fast to Alison's room. For the past three nights nearly every week for the past two years, Spencer had been inseparable from Alison-the blonde's protector from Garrett, Jason and Ian.
The three of them hadn't touched Ali in four years now. Spencer liked to think that that was her doing.
"What are you doing with that?" Jason sneered, nodding to the field hockey stick Alison was holding, "Give me that." He grabbed the middle of it and snatched it away, making the blonde whirl around, glaring, spitting out, "Give that back, Jason!" Alison reached for the stick but Jason pulled his arm back, still looking damn smug when his sister couldn't grab it.
Spencer felt her whole body become tense. She didn't like this at all. Something really bad was about to happen. She could tell.
"Jason, I mean it-" Alison started angrily, when Jason swung his arm, holding the stick. Spencer barely had time to process Emily's cry of "Careful!" or Aria and Hanna both letting out shocked gasps when she was in front of Alison in less than a heartbeat, glaring up at Jason defiantly.
Jason froze and stared, stepping back, stunned. Spencer, staring coldly at Jason leaned forward and snatched her field hockey stick from his grasp. She knew Alison was staring with just as much shock as Jason was, but kept her face towards Jason. Jason eyed her, starting to look nervous. He managed out, looking past Spencer, though his voice didn't sound very convincing, "You're lucky you have your friends here. You won't always have them around to protect you."
Spencer growled as she watched the young man leave. Jason had always been a lousy brother to Alison. What kind of scumbag stands back and does nothing while his sister gets sexually assaulted?
Jason stalked away and as Spencer turned back to Alison, smirking as if everything was fine and she wasn't currently thinking of about ten different ways she could kill Ali's brother, and handed the blonde her field hockey stick. "Damn, Spencer," Alison said, smirking back, "we should just send you into Jason's room, you'd scare his friends right out of the house."
Spencer tried not to smirk too widely. Actually, that did sound like a good idea.
One night later:
Alison was missing. Spencer couldn't find her. She had looked around everywhere. Fear clenched her entire body this time, she could feel it lashing around like a great snake colliding its coils against every inch of the inside of her body. Where was she? She had checked Alison's house, her own, her front yard, her backyard, Alison's front yard, Alison's backyard, and still nothing.
She went back to the barn, hoping, just barely hoping that Alison had gone back to it, only to find Aria, Emily and Hanna already looking around the barn for both of them. Only then did Spencer say shakily, horror truly dawning on her for the first time, "She's missing. Alison's missing. I've looked everywhere for her. I don't know where she is. I think…" Spencer barely got out as something terrible lodged in her throat, choking her, "I think I heard her scream…"
One Year and a half Later:
Spencer couldn't believe this. She just couldn't believe this. She watched the video as she stood between all three Emily, Aria and Hanna, the eerie but nearly normal and casual film blaring from her laptop.
All three Ian, Garrett and Jenna had been in Alison's room that night. They were all part of it. There was footsteps approaching in the film, behind Alison's closed door.
"Are we about to see Alison get killed?" Aria asked, voice sounding tiny. Spencer could feel tears prick the corners of her eyes. No. No. She could handle almost anything, but she couldn't watch this. Suddenly the door burst open and there was her sister Melissa, swinging through, fury all over her face as she looked at the others in the room. "Where is she?!" The Melissa in the video demanded, glaring.
A collective, horrified gasp ripped from all four of their mouths as they backed away from the laptop.
Spencer couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen. She just couldn't, regardless of how Emily, Aria and Hanna were now staring back at her. Melissa was a part of that night? She had conspired with Ian, Garrett and Jenna to kill Alison?
Right there, the moment she saw Melissa, that ugly, poisonous black thing that had creeped into her heart the very day she and Alison had been sent to Radley began slithering around again, hissing, scraping its scales against the inside of her skull, demanding someone's blood. Melissa…..if she was responsible for what happened to Alison…nothing would save her.
"What are you watching?" Melissa's voice pierced the eerie silence, making Spencer and the other girls jump before Hanna slapped the laptop shut. They turned to her cautious, now wide eyed.
Melissa glanced from one girl to the other, a curious smile reaching her lips. "What's going on?" She asked.
"Nothing." Hanna protested in that oh-so-obvious, 'we're doing something suspicious but we don't want you to know it,' voice. It took everything for Spencer not to roll her eyes.
Melissa got something and went up the stairs, all four of the girls watching her leave. As Melissa disappeared, the black thing in Spencer's soul coiled up, planning to strike as she turned to her friends.
There was no way to prove that Melissa had helped kill Alison, but if she had anything to do with it at all, sister or no, she was dead.
Spencer narrowed her eyes in thought. She had killed Ian and that fire she had started in Jenna's house had almost killed the blind bitch like she had been hoping. Too bad Hanna had rescued Jenna at last minute, otherwise Spencer would have happily sat back and watched the dark haired woman burn to death. She had told the others that a hooded figure had thrown Ian off the bell tower. That wasn't what happened. She had thrown him off the rafters, smirking as the horror dawned over his face that she knew what he had done to Ali.
Him, Garrett and Jason. And now it seemed, Jenna and Melissa too. They were all part of it. Teeth clenching under a neutral expression, Spencer planned as her friends started questioning her. She was going to kill them. She repeated that list in her head that she had created a long time ago, reminding herself of that girl, Arya Stark from Game of Thrones.
Ian Thomas.
Garrett Reynolds.
Jason DiLaurentis. (No, she didn't care that he was her half-brother, she just didn't care)
Jenna Cavanaugh.
Darren Wilden.
Jessica DiLaurentis.
Kenneth DiLaurentis.
And now…
Melissa Hastings.
The bitter, toxic feeling spilled throughout her. She had succeeded with killing Ian, now she was going to kill the other six. They were all on the list. No matter what, she would kill them for hurting Alison. Thankfully, Toby had fallen off the list after Emily explained everything. He had sure dodged a bullet.
It almost made Spencer regret getting close to him, using him to see how much he had known about Alison's disappearance. As soon as she was sure he had known nothing, she dumped him.
As the others were discussing how to talk to Melissa or the police, Spencer had to hide a smirk. She had told the others that –A had killed Ian. That wasn't a lie.
She was –A, after all.
She had become –A to find the monsters that had hurt her Alison. And her revenge was almost complete.
She glanced up the stairs towards where Melissa had gone as she thought to herself, the dark wraith in her mind livid with rage, (One day, Melissa, I'm going to kill every last one of you for hurting Alison. And you, sister, I'll set you on fire for being there that night)
She turned back to the others, trying to be reasonable, voice betraying none of her thoughts, "Let's just wait a while. Let me ask her first."
She would corner Melissa one day and finish the job.
She had become the devil, also known as –A for a reason.
Anything for Alison after all.