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Here is chapter seven: I did skip "Visionary" so this chapter is based off of "The Girl Who Knew Too Much." Hope you all enjoy and review!
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"Oh, Aiden, stop being so dramatic. I, for one, happen to think Ethan and Danny are incredibly cute together," I happily slipped my two-cents in during Aiden's relentless tirade on his brother. Ethan was sorting through his books and I was leaned up against the locker next to his when Aiden bounded up and started on some "I hate Danny and love is stupid" monologue.
Ethan gave me a small smile of appreciation, and I shot him a quick wink before looking to his twin and seeing the annoyed look he was shooting me before he turned to Ethan again. "We're here to eliminate a threat, not hold hands and pass notes in class."
"And now we know he's harmless. Threat eliminated," Ethan calmly pointed out. I absentmindedly nodded my head while picking at my cuticles. I knew Ethan liked Danny too much to give up that relationship just because his brother told him to.
I looked up at Aiden to see his reaction to Ethan's valid point, but was surprised to see him smiling. "You're starting to like him."
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," I muttered under my breath, earning a glare from both boys. I shrugged my shoulders and rolled my eyes at them. Oh well, not my fault Thing 1 pointed out the blatantly obvious.
"So what?" Ethan dryly asked, although I could tell Aiden was starting to grate on his nerves.
"So…if Deucalion asks you, would you kill him?" Aiden cockily asked. I scoffed at his question. How could he be so rude to his brother, who clearly just wants some sort of normality in his life?
"If Deucalion asks you, would you kill me?" Ethan quickly retorted. Woo, one point for Team Eth.
I watched Aiden smile for a split second, not bothering to answer his brother's question, before just as quickly turning serious again. "Stop. Talking. To. Danny. Or I'm going to rip the flesh off his face," he bitterly ground out. My eyebrows raised in shock that he'd actually taken it this far. Aiden made a move to walk away, but quickly switched to Ethan's left side, the one I was standing on. "And eat it," he harshly finished before slamming Ethan's locker shut, smacking my butt, and walking away.
"Asshole!" I yelled after him. He didn't bother to turn around, just waved his hand, letting me know he heard me. I shook my head in frustration before noticing how still and quiet Ethan now was. "Hey! Buddy! It's okay! He wouldn't really do that! He cares too much about you to hurt someone you love," I said, trying to comfort him. Ethan started shaking his head, turning to look at me.
"It doesn't matter if Aiden wouldn't actually do anything. Deucalion would. Or he'd make me do it. I'm being selfish, Brielle. Every second I'm with Danny, I'm putting him in the direct line of danger."
"Whether Danny is with you or not, he's still in danger. I mean, people are being ritually sacrificed every goddamn day now. At least if he's with you, he has someone to protect him," I pointed out while gently rubbing Ethan's back. He nodded his head, still looking at the white tile floor.
"I just need him to be safe. That's all I need," he quietly admitted. I nodded my head, taking his large hand in my tiny one.
"We'll protect him. Together," I promised him. I just hope I can actually keep that promise. I couldn't imagine losing Danny, just as much as he couldn't.
"Heeey Ethan..." I heard coming from behind Ethan. I dropped his hand and we turned to look for who was talking to him. "Oh! Brielle…hi…" I was awkwardly greeted with when I made eye contact with Stiles. I didn't answer him, not purposefully though. I was just trying to wrap my mind around why he would be talking to Ethan in the first place. Truthfully, I was also a little dazed from hearing his voice and being in such a close proximity to him again. I missed it. I missed him. But I would never let him know that. I never really even let myself think that until moments when my reserve was cracked. Moments like now.
"Can you just come with us for a few minutes?" Scott asked. I actually hadn't even really noticed him standing beside Stiles, but now that I did, I was cautiously eying him. What the hell did they want with Ethan? To my great surprise though, Ethan agreed. I looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. He shrugged his shoulders before grabbing my hand and pulling me with them.
"Why are you even talking to me?" Ethan questioned as we stood in an empty stairwell. I was leaned up against the wall next to Ethan and Scott and Stiles were standing on the other side of the staircase. I could feel Stiles looking over at me every few seconds, but I was doing my best to avoid any and all eye contact. "I helped kill your friend, how do you know I'm not going to kill another one?" Ethan threatened. Even though we never actually discussed it, I knew he felt terrible for his role in Boyd's death and would never so easily go along with another killing again. He wasn't that type of person, but apparently he still wanted to keep up the façade that he was.
"Is he looking at me?" Stiles asked, looking from Scott then back to Ethan. "Are you threatening me?!" he continued. I looked at Scott who was looking at his best friend with a highly amused face that more than likely mirrored my own. At this point, Stiles was getting so worked up that even the veins in his neck were hugely protruding. "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna break off an extra-large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolves bane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking-!"
"Whoa, whoa, Stiles!" Scott suddenly interjected, much to my dismay considering I was totally loving the Stilinski freak-out show that was unfolding. Ethan looked down at me, and all I could do was shake my head with a grin on my face. "Okay, we get it," Scott finished, patting an annoyed Stiles on his chest. Stiles slowly backed off and leaned back against the opposite wall as Scott stepped up to discuss what they had actually brought Ethan here for. "We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd. I think that if someone like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again," Scott concluded. I have to admit, he hit it spot on. I didn't know how much, if any, remorse Aiden felt. And I damn well knew Kali didn't feel any. But Ethan wasn't nearly as hardened as the other two are. He still has morals and he still cares. He's still human.
"You don't know what we owe them. Especially Deucalion," Ethan began. I was actually surprised that he was even going to open up to Scott. It's not like he owed him anything. I quickly snuck a glance at Stiles who was intently listening to Ethan's story with a confused look on his face. "We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't alphas."
"What were you?" Scott asked.
"Omegas," he admitted. "In actual wolf packs, omegas are the scapegoats. The last to eat. The one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack," he continued to explain. Even though I couldn't really relate to what he went through, my heart pulled for him. I reached down and slipped my hand in his, intertwining our fingers, and giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"So you and your brother were like the bitches of the pack?" Stiles unsympathetically questioned. I met his eyes for the first time, shooting him the hardest death glare I could. I'm pretty sure I saw him quiver under my stare.
"Something like that," Ethan ground out.
"What happened?" Scott questioned further.
"They were killers. I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well they're the ones who gave us the reputation. And our alpha was the worst," he explained. Even without enhanced werewolf senses, I could basically feel Ethan's heart rate rising with anger.
"Why didn't you guys just fight back? Form voltron wolf, ya know, kick everyone's asses?" Stiles cut in, looking at me as he did so, almost as if he were asking permission as he spoke.
"We couldn't!" Ethan yelled, taking me by surprise and making me jump slightly. I heard him take a deep breath before squeezing my hand a bit, as an unspoken apology I'm guessing. "We didn't know how to control it back then."
"Deucalion taught you," Scott assumed out loud.
"And then we fought," Ethan finished for him, voice still filled with unrelieved anger. As Ethan told his story, Scott's face took on the emotions of fear and sympathy. "We took down the whole pack. One by one. And by the time we got to our alpha, he was begging for his life! We tore him apart," Ethan breathed out. "Literally."
"What about your emissary?" Scott hesitantly questioned. I saw Ethan look down to the ground, and that's where Scott got his answer. "They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"
"All of them except for Deucalion's," Ethan confirmed.
"You mean Morrell?" Stiles knowingly questioned. What? Morrell? As in our guidance counselor? When the hell did she come in to this? I was just about to ask, but was abruptly brought out of my thoughts as Ethan quickly dropped my hand and clutched his chest.
"Ethan?! Ethan, what's wrong?!" I worriedly asked. Is he having a heart attack? Can teenagers even have heart attacks? Can werewolves have heart attacks?!
"Are you hurt?" Scott confusedly asked also.
"Not me. My brother," Ethan worriedly said before hurriedly walking off to find Aiden. I stood in place, frozen in confusion. He could feel his brother's pain? How the hell did that work?
"Brielle, can we please talk…" I heard Stiles ask, snapping me out of my thoughts. I saw Ethan and Scott run off, so I had just assumed the sidekick would follow. Apparently, my assumption was wrong though.
I shook my head, still staring at the floor. "Uh, we should probably…" I began, trying to form an excuse to leave. I took a step forward, but felt his warm hand wrap around my wrist and hold me in place.
"Brielle, please…" he said, his hazel eyes pleading with me to stay and talk. I looked down at my wrist, still circled in warmth from his hand.
"What do you want, Stiles?" I quietly submitted. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and I looked up through my eyelashes to see a wide smile spread across his face. My heart warmed at the sight of how happy he was, but I couldn't help but tell myself that we wouldn't even be in this situation if his dumb ass would've just been honest with me from the start.
"Do you want to, um, do you want to sit?" he awkwardly asked, gesturing towards the stairs we were standing on. I shrugged my shoulders, but decided it wasn't worth saying anything over, so I just sat down as he sat next to me, turned so he could face me. "Brielle, I never meant to hurt you, please you have to understand that. I just…I didn't want to drag you in to everything. Into this crazy, infuriating, and sometimes depressing life. I mean, you saw what happened to Boyd. That's what I didn't want you to see. I didn't want you to have first-hand knowledge of the existence of that awful stuff…" he quietly explained. I could feel my heart swelling with emotions the longer he spoke. The longer he showed how much he cares.
"Stiles…" I tried cutting in, but he was quick to stop me.
"No, Brielle, just, just please let me finish. This past year and a half has been filled with almost any bad emotion you could think of. I've watched my best friend's life be permanently altered from one stupid night in the woods. I've had to protect him from killing or being killed. I've seen some jackass I've known since elementary school turn into a homicidal lizard, then watched the girl who I thought was the love of my life bring him back into humanity with her declaration of love. Did you know, that we tried to keep Lydia in the dark too?" he questioned. I shook my head. "Yeah, well, we thought that if she didn't know anything, even though she was in the center of it all, that she couldn't get hurt more than she already had been. I guess it's pretty dumb that we didn't learn our lesson the first time," he said, laughing in the lightest bit. In spite of myself, I smiled a little too. "My point is, Brielle, I watched my life and the people's lives around me, get turned upside down. I've watched darkness form over their used-to-be bright eyes. I couldn't watch that happen to you too," he finished.
We sat in silence for a couple minutes as I processed everything he said. "I guess, we should, uh, go find out what happened…" I said, getting up from the stairs and brushing my pants off. I looked down at the still seated Stiles, raising my eyebrows expectantly.
"Oh, yeah. I guess we should," he sadly said, getting up also.
"Where do you think they are?" I questioned, realizing neither of us had the wolf senses to track them down.
"Locker room," Stiles said without hesitation. I looked up at him with a skeptical look. "We, uh, kinda told Lydia to get Aiden alone there for a little bit so we could talk to Ethan alone," he admitted while rubbing the back of his hand with his hand. I smiled a little. Yeah, figures that would work. We started walking in the direction of the locker room in silence. Not an awkward silence, or an angry one. Just silence. I reached down and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers. He looked down at me with a shocked, but joyful expression on his face. I smiled a bit in return as we continued walking in silence.
Just as we got to the locker room, Aiden was furiously storming out the door with Ethan briskly walking behind him to keep up.
"What happened?!" I asked, taking in how outraged Aiden was and how regretful Ethan appeared.
"Nothing," Aiden said, storming past me. I looked off in the direction he was walking with a confused and irritated look. He didn't have to be such an ass, it's not like I did anything to him.
"Cora came at him and he attacked back before we stopped him," Ethan briefly explained. I saw his eyes flicker down to my and Stile's intertwined hands before looking up into my eyes with a questioning look in his. I looked down, avoiding his gaze, as my cheeks blushed a rosy red.
"Shit…" Stiles muttered under his breath, "I should…"
"Yeah, it's fine. Go help them," I urged him, letting go of his hand. He looked at me with an almost sad, apologetic expression, but I chose to ignore it. He waited another second, before jogging into the locker room to help his friends.
"What's going on with you and Stilinski?" Ethan immediately questioned as we walked down the hall to go to our classes, although I don't know why we were considering we'd already missed about half the period.
"Nothing. He was just apologizing for not telling me about everything and explaining why he didn't," I explained, although leaving out the emotional qualities it held.
"And you were holding his hand, why…?" he further interrogated. I should've known he wouldn't leave this alone. He wasn't angry, or bitter. He was just concerned, and I knew that.
"I hold your hand too, and you're gay. It doesn't have to mean anything, ya know."
He stopped walking and I stopped in reaction, turning to face him. "But it did mean something. With you and him, that is. So what is that something?"
"Noth-" I began to say, but his disapproving facial expression shut me up. He wasn't buying that it meant nothing. "I don't know what it meant, Eth. I really don't. I heard him out. I forgive him, I do. But I just can't…I can't get back to the way I trusted him before. I still like him, but it's not the way I did before. But when we were walking, and I felt the heat of his hand holding mine, I felt …hope…that maybe I can feel that way again, eventually."
He smiled down at me and pulled me in for a hug, rubbing my back gently. "Brielle, you have to go with them. You have to go back to your family and friends," he whispered in my ear.
"No. No, I won't leave you," I immediately declared. I wouldn't.
"Bri, I'll be fine…You don't belong with us, you belong with them," he pressed on.
"You don't belong with the alphas either, Ethan! Neither you nor Aiden do. If I go with them, you two are coming with me," I bargained hopefully.
Ethan sighed before speaking. "We can't do that, Brielle. Not that easily, at least. Maybe we will one day, but not now."
"Then I won't either," I said, not budging on the issue. I guess he knew I wouldn't budge also because he just nodded his head and we started walking again, not discussing the issue any further.
I stood with Aiden, leaning up against the wall in the auditorium where the memorial concert was taking place tonight. We were watching Ethan and Danny talk before Danny had to go on stage. Danny loved Ethan. I could see it in the way he was looking at him now. Ethan deserved something good in his life, and right now, that something was Danny. "He makes your brother happy, ya know? They love each other," I pointed out, not taking my eyes off the couple. Aiden didn't respond, just scoffed. I turned to him then. "Why are you so against them dating? Don't you want Ethan to be happy?" I questioned.
Aiden looked down at me with frustration in his eyes. "Of course I want him to be happy. But this isn't safe. For either of them. If Deuc or Kali knew that Ethan was still seeing Danny, after the assignment was long over, they'd view it as a threat to loyalty, and any threat has to be eliminated," he bitterly explained.
"So why aren't you and Lydia considered a threat?" I curiously questioned.
He smirked a bit. Great, can't wait to hear what comes next. To my surprise, however, his smirk straightened out and he answered seriously, "Because I don't love Lydia like Ethan loves Danny. Besides, Danny isn't a threat. He has nothing to offer our pack or Derek's pack. Lydia, on the other hand, does."
"What?" I asked. I had no idea that Lydia was anything but human.
Aiden sighed before answering. "We don't know yet. But she's …something," he replied just before Ethan approached us. I could feel the thick tension between them, and I hated it. If everything was normal, if our lives were normal, Aiden could be happy for his brother. This should be a happy time for them. But it's not. Now I realize what Stiles has been talking about when he said about wanting to keep my life normal.
"What's up?" Ethan asked, as Aiden fidgeted around in his seat during the concert.
"Nothing. I just think I lost my phone," he replied as he searched his pockets to no avail. Oh well, sucks to be him I guess.
"I'm sure Daddy Deuc will buy you a new one," I sarcastically whispered, nudging him in the side. He smirked at me as he realized he wasn't finding his phone and relaxed back into his seat. The concert was going good so far. The audience seemed to be enjoying it, and no supernatural disaster has happened, so I call that a good night.
Apparently I thought too soon though because now the chorus was chanting in unison and the band was playing a completely different tune. The twins were looking at each other with concern written all over their faces, and I turned around to see Scott in the back looking just as concerned. What the hell was going on?
Suddenly the twins were covering their ears, desperately trying to block out a noise. But I had no idea what noise they were even hearing… "Guys, what's going on?! What's wrong?!" I whisper-yelled, trying not to draw attention to us, but needing to get their attention. "Oh my God!" I screamed as the pianist's throat was slashed and she fell to the floor. "Oh my God, oh my god…" I muttered over and over under my breath, trying to calm myself down to deal with the situation at hand.
"Brielle…Brielle, listen to me! You have to calm down. Calm down Brielle!" Aiden coaxed into my ear while Ethan ran off to find Danny.
"I'm fine…I'm…I'm fine…" I breathed out, finally getting control of my emotions again. People were fleeing the room left and right, shoving each other to get out faster. It was chaos.
"Do you have your phone, Bri?" Aiden hurriedly asked. I nodded my head and searched my pockets, finally finding it and handing it to him. "Kali, it's Aiden. The pianist was just killed. Another sacrifice. Yeah, they're both with me," he said, looking from Ethan on the stage back into my eyes. "Okay, we'll meet you there," he said, before hanging up the phone and slipping it back in my pocket. "Come on, we have to get Ethan and go to the hospital."
"Why?" I asked, as he pulled me along behind him.
He stopped suddenly, and I crashed into his back. He turned around to face me and rested a hand on each of my shoulders. "Brielle, do you trust me?" he asked.
"No, not particularly," I answered honestly. He smirked and shook his head.
"Should've known that would be your answer," he joked. "Look, I know I haven't given you much reason to trust me at this point, but right now, you have to. Kali knows who is doing this and we have to stop her before someone else gets sacrificed. So please, can you just trust me, for now at least?" he begged. I thought about it for a second, before nodding my head in agreement.
"I guess you are the hero now," I joked, referring back to our previous conversation. He smiled down at me before taking my hand as we walked off to find Ethan and leave for the hospital.
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