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Voices

Chapter 8

"We didn't anticipate your release until a few days later, so for a while it's going to be just the two of us." Celine unlocked the front door of their house, allowing Olivia to enter first before walking in herself, pulling her daughter's suitcase after her. "But I'm sure that everyone will be ecstatic about your release and soon everyone is going to come to see you again." She added and looked at her daughter's back.

Olivia stood in the middle of the hall, looking around the room like she was seeing it for the very first time. Everything seemed different than she remembered. There were less pictures on the walls, there were missing decorations from before and it was making her feel uneasy. Change was not good, not when everything was falling apart around her and when her home didn't look how she left it, she felt like drowning.

Noticing her daughter's discomfort, Celine walked around her, placing the suitcase by the stairs leading to the second floor and then face her little girl. "When you went to the Eichen, your doctor suggested that I would get rid of all of his things." Olivia knew about whom her mother was talking, apparently it still hadn't been long enough for her to begin saying her father's name out oud. "She said that it would keep you calm, that it wouldn't raise any unwanted memories or traumatic experiences." Even without her father's murder Olivia had plenty of traumatic experiences and the first thing popping in her head was Oliver's death.

"It's ok." Olivia told her mother, meeting her eyes. "I am just really tired; can I go to my room? Or do you want to…" Olivia trailed off, allowing her mother to answer the silent question.

"Oh no, you go rest, sweetie. I understand that you must be tired." Celine smiled and pulled her daughter closer to her, hugging her tightly. "I missed you home, Liv." She whispered by her daughter's ear and felt how Olivia tightened her hold.

"I missed you too, mom." Olivia admitted before stepping back and grabbing her bag, taking it to her room.

After entering her bedroom Olivia saw that nothing had changed there at least. Everything was exactly how she had left the day when she went to Eichen. Her bed was neatly made, clothes put away in the closet and all the personal belongings in the right places. After lifting her bag on the bed, Olivia proceeded walking to her table where her laptop was placed and turned the device on. While she was waiting for it to start working, she pulled her phone from her pocket and turned it on too. Instantly she was overwhelmed by tons of messages and missed calls. Going through the list of messages, she ignored all her friends and even her boyfriend, but stopped right at one name. Opening the only message that she had received from that person, she couldn't help herself but to laugh lightly at the words.

"If I'm not the first person that you inform of your comeback, I will be really pissed off. And I don't care what time it is and even if I'm having incredible sex, you are my top priority."

Olivia reread the message a few times before going back through her contacts and finding the right name and pressing the call button. After moving the phone to her ear, she settled in front of her computer and started looking through all her social media pages where she found even more messages from her friends.

Olivia had to wait only two rings before she heard her best friend answering in a slightly panting voice. "I can't fucking believe it."

"Please tell me that you weren't actually having sex right now." Olivia pleaded, a full smile on her face and she heard the familiar laugh coming from the other end.

"I was working out, princess. No need to fret."

"In the middle of the night?" Olivia questioned, leaning back to her chair and shut her laptop. "How sexually deprived are you then?" She asked and heard him scoffing on the other end of the line.

"You know, if I didn't love you as much as I do and if you didn't look as good as you do, we would be done a long time ago." He grumbled, making her laugh loudly and actually relax.

"Well then I'm glad that I'm hot and that you love me, Brett." Olivia murmured, and both fell into a comfortable silence. Neither of them wanted to talk about the elephant in the room – or in their case rooms. Both knew that they were going to have to talk about what had happened to Olivia and about her stay in the Eichen House, but it was still too soon. Brett was the only one from her friends that knew the truth of where she had been the past couple of weeks, but even he wasn't sure how much of the truth he knew about her problems.

Hearing Brett inhale deeply, Olivia tensed, and her eyes instantly moved to the pictures hanging on her wall of her and her friends. "Livy, listen." He began, and she flinched slightly at the nickname. Oliver had called her like that a couple of times and she knew that it was going to take some time to not think about him straight away while hearing her nickname. "Is everything ok?"

Closing her eyes for a second Olivia had sworn to herself that Brett had to have some extra powers because he had managed to figure that something was wrong while talking with her on the phone. It was ridiculous. "It isn't enough for you to be a freaking werewolf, you also have to be psychic too?" She questioned bitterly, and it was his turn to chuckle lightly.

"I can't help myself. I'm that great. And hot, don't forget that I'm incredibly hot." Brett said, and Olivia rolled her eyes, getting up from her seat. "But seriously, Livy, what's wrong?" he was once again serious, ready to help his best friend with anything and everything.

After walking to her bed, Olivia unzipped her suitcase and stared at her folded clothes. She knew that Brett was waiting for her answer, but she wasn't sure if she was ready to admit the truth to herself even. But then she took a deep breath and braced herself for what she was about to admit. "Everything." She whispered, and the silence fell once again. She could hear Brett breathing deeply on the other end, but she didn't have even the slightest idea in what kind of mood he was. "Brett?" She questioned after a few moments.

"What happened? Who did something to you?" His voice was reaching the aggressive tone and Olivia knew that he was most likely squeezing his hands into fists, trying not to wolf out straight away. "Who has hurt you? Tell me, Liv, I will kill them myself."

Shaking her head Olivia gripped her phone tightly and took a few deep breaths before answering. "There has been enough killing already."

"I-what?" the confusion was clear in Brett's voice, but Olivia didn't have the energy to explain anything to him. Not that evening.

"Forget it. I've got to go. I'll talk to you tomorrow." She rushed her words out, while Brett was trying to stop her.

"No, Liv, wait! Listen to me, I'm coming over."

"No, don't be stupid." She tried to talk him out of it, but it was Brett and he was stubborn as hell.

"I'm coming and it's final." With that he ended the call and Olivia felt anger bubbling inside of her.

Pulling the phone away from her ear, she threw it on her bed before grabbing her suitcase and throwing it on the ground, all her clothes falling out of it and littering her floor, but Olivia didn't care. She needed some peace and quiet, she needed to sleep and to forget everything – Oliver, Stiles, Eichen. She needed a new beginning and she needed her mother.

At the same moment when Olivia had that thought, her mother rushed into her room. It was like she had heard Olivia's thoughts and rushed straight away from whatever she was doing. Instantly Celine eyed her daughter, noticing the distress in Olivia's posture and face and moved to her daughter, pulling her into a calming hug. Just then she had noticed that Olivia was shaking and quite violently.

"Shh, Olivia, relax." Celine tried to calm her daughter, stroking her long hair and pulling her towards the bed. "Come on, sit down, tell me what's wrong." She urged, but there was no answer from her daughter. When Celine had finally managed to settle Olivia down, she took a seat next to her daughter and turned her face to examine. Olivia's eyes had tears in them and from one glance Celine saw what she had suspected from the very first moment she saw her daughter that evening. "Olivia, what's going on?" Celine's voice became demanding.

Finding her voice, Olivia mumbled the first clear thought in her head without really understanding what she was saying. "Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it?"

Celine looked at her daughter with confusion and worry, she wasn't sure if she had heard Olivia correctly because a riddle couldn't have been the reason for such horrible reaction coming from her daughter. "What? What did you just say?" Celine asked calmly, trying to soothe Olivia.

"Everyone has it, but no one can lose it. What is it?" the younger girl repeated watching her mother's eyes. "What is it?" She pushed forwards, but her mom only shook her head and it was Olivia's turn to sound demanding. "What is it?"

"A shadow." Celine answered, still looking confused. "What are you trying to say to me with this riddle?" Celine questioned, and Olivia got up from the bed and away from her mother's arms. The younger brunette began pacing the length of the room, hugging herself.

"I'm part of the bird that's not in the sky. I can swim in the ocean yet still remain dry. What am I?" Was the next thing Olivia asked and that time Celine didn't even wait before answering.

"Its shadow."

Olivia nodded courtly before stopping in the middle of the room, looking straight at her mother. "I get bigger each day and get smaller. I say bye to you at night. I am always with you in the morning. What am I?"

"A shadow." Celine answered once more and saw how Olivia sighed deeply. "Olivia-" Celine began, but her daughter cut her off.

"Why always a shadow? Why is every riddle about a shadow?" Olivia asked out loud, but it didn't seem like she was asking her mother or someone else. She was just voicing her thoughts. "Why shadows? Why Oliver? Why Stiles? Why me?" the first tear ran down her cheek, followed by another one and then another. "Why?"

Slowly Celine got up from the bed too and moved towards her daughter. She stopped only when she was a few inches in front of her, trying to catch her daughter's eyes, but Olivia was looking somewhere away. "Liv, tell me, please. Honey, tell me what's wrong, tell me what has happened." Celine whispered, trying not to startle her daughter and waited patiently for Olivia to look back to her. The previously warm caramel eyes were tear filled and showed how completely broken Olivia was. "Olivia." Celine urged calmly, and her daughter quickly wiped away the tears from her cheeks, but it was futile because new tears fell right after.

Losing her patience, Olivia raked her fingers through her hair and then dropped her hands by her sides, looking down to the ground, just so she wouldn't have to look at her mother. "Something happened in Eichen. I'm not sure if I understand it completely, but something horrible happened. I… When…" Olivia tried to explain, but she was failing at finding words to explain everything that had happened.

"What is it, Olivia?" He mother asked again and took that last step, standing right in front of her daughter.

"Stiles," Olivia began. "The Sheriff's son, he had checked himself into the hospital for three days." Olivia brushed a few tears away from her cheeks before continuing. "He is possessed with an evil fox spirit called the Nogitsune." Stealing a glance at her mother to make sure that she was still listening, Olivia was surprised to find her mother deep in thought. At that moment Olivia hoped that she would've been able to hear her mom's thoughts, unfortunately she couldn't. "And tonight, he had finally taken over and he killed Oliver, another patient. The Nogitsune drilled Oliver's brains right in front of me."

Straight away Celine's eyes became ice cold and she took in a deep breath. "What?" she spat, and Olivia walked around her mother and sat back down on her bed.

"The Nogitsune killed Oliver and he is not done yet and now I'm involved. I'm involved in this world, mom. More than ever." Olivia whispered and leaned her head into her hands, her hair falling around her, hiding her face.

Both Boyer women stayed silent, both of them deep in their thoughts, but then there was a sound of someone unlocking the door and then came Brett's voice, informing both of them that it was him. Even then neither of the two had moved from their spots. In a few minutes time Brett appeared in the doorway and looked at the odd image in front of him. Celine – a woman who was the closest thing to a mother after his own mom's death – stood in the middle of the room, looking enraged and worried at the same time. And then there was Olivia – his best friend, his second sister, his anchor – and she looked broken from the first glance at her still slightly shivering body.

"Livy, Celine?" Brett questioned before stepping into the room and gaining both of their attention. Then he saw the tears on Olivia's cheeks and instantly moved to her side, wanting to make sure that his best friend was all right. "Livy, what's-why are you crying?"

Olivia managed to hold eye contact with him for a few seconds before looking back to her mother. Celine caught her daughter's look and moved closer too, kneeling right in front of her little girl. "Can you tell us the full story tonight, or do you want to wait?" She asked, searching Olivia's eyes and waiting patiently for the answer. It took Olivia a few moments, but then she nodded.


Only when Celine was sure that both Olivia and Brett were asleep, did she finally allow herself to feel the full force of her anger. She had locked herself in her bedroom, a room that previously had so many pictures in it, but then her husband had been killed and she had gotten rid of every picture in which he was, hiding them in a box. Currently the room was plain, a shell of what it used to be, with no sign of a personality, it was just a room in which she slept and that was what Celine needed. She was still grieving and the fact that her daughter – a person who meant more to her than anyone else, someone for whom she would've killed everyone trying to even touch a hair on her head, someone she loved more than she had ever imagined possible – was falling apart. And she was blaming herself for even putting Olivia in that kind of situation. If it weren't because of her dead husband's family, Olivia would've never ended up in Eichen and she wouldn't have encountered Stilinski while he was possessed by an evil fox spirit.

It was ridiculous how that boy was still walking. There were hunters in the town and they should've ended the boy's life the moment they had figured out that he was possessed. As horrible as it sounded, allowing the boy to live was going to make only more problems and nobody would walk away unscattered.

Settling down on her side of the bed, Celine picked up her phone from the nightstand and quickly found a number that she hadn't used in a long time. Placing the device to her ear, she began tapping her long red nails on top of the nightstand and waited for the answer. It took a few long moments, but in the end her call was answered.

"It's been a while." She heard the answer and for a second lifted the barriers over her mind, making sure that the kids were asleep and not listening in.

Only when she got her proof that both teens were asleep did she spoke out. "You owe me, do you remember that?"

For a second it was silent on the other end, but then her conversationalist sighed deeply and answered. "Both I and my family owe you a lot. And I guess now is the time when you're going to demand something in return for all of it."

Laughing darkly Celine stopped drumming her nails and lifted her free hand closer to her face, examining her nails. "Don't be ridiculous. After all that I've done to you and your family, it's not going to take only one favour to pay me back. Considering that what I was doing for your family had put my family in danger. In the end your family is the reason why my daughter has no father."

"Are you sure that it has nothing to do with that younger brother of yours? I've heard that he had gotten himself in quite a big mess and I wouldn't be surprised that he had placed the blame on your now dead husband to get himself out of it. Also, knowing the people he has been surrounding himself with nowadays, it wouldn't be impossible, and you know it, Celine."

"Do not involve Charles into this." Celine hissed and clenched her hand into a fist. "Listen to me, you and your precious family owe me a lot. Not it is time to pay back some of it."

For a second the only sound that Celine heard was the heavy breathing on the other end of the call, but then her companion spoke out again. "Fine. What do you want from me?"

"That boy. Stilinski." Celine said courtly.

"What do you want from him?"

"I want him dead."

"Wh-what?" Celine's conversationalist exclaimed. "Why do you want him dead? He's just a teenager."

"A teenager who had performed trepanning on another boy, killing him in front of my daughter. And I know that he is possessed. You should've put a bullet between his eyes the second you've figured it out." Celine snapped.

"I know. But he is just a teenager."

"You need to stop thinking about him as a teenager. He is the Nogitsune now. He must be put down."

"How did he manage to get to your daughter in the first place? I thought that she was away."

Scoffing, Celine got up from her bed and walked to the window, looking out to the night sky. "It was a cover story that we had made up. She was in Eichen, being treated for her insomnia after witnessing her father's murder."

"Once again, Celine, I had nothing to-"

"Stop wasting your breath. I won't believe you." She snapped. "Now, as we were talking, you owe me a lot. And I'm sure that you understand that your daughter is also in danger, considering that she and Stilinski are friends. So, she could easily be the next target for the fox."

"Don't even talk about it." The cold tone made Celine to tense because she heard a clear threatening tone underneath the coldness.

"Then you should be more than willing to put that boy out of his misery. And don't even try to preach how you had never killed a teenager before. Or a kid. Remember that I know the truth." Celine said and turned away from the window. "So, how is it going to be?"

For a few long moments complete silence fell around them, and Celine knew that her demand was being considered. She was almost completely sure that she had won, but she still needed the verbal conformation. And it finally came with a heavy sigh. "Fine, I'll do it."

"It's the right choice, Chris." Celine spoke out more calmly and soothingly. "The fox will kill the boy either way, this way you're going to prevent a ton of other people from suffering in the hands of the Nogitsune. You're doing the right thing."

"I'm killing a teenager."

"You're killing a fox in a teenager's body. And by now the boy isn't even there anymore, he's just a face." Celine murmured and walked to her bathroom, turning on the light. "And let's face it, the Argent code encourages you to kill him."

"We have a new code." Chris hissed. "To protect those who can't protect themselves." He informed Celine and she shook her head lightly.

"Let me guess, your daughter had come up with it." She looked at her own reflection in the mirror and noticed the bags starting to form underneath her eyes too.

"You don't have to guess, I know that you already knew that. You know everything." He mumbled and received a chuckle from Celine.

"Even so, the new code implies that you must kill the Nogitsune, in order to protect those who can't protect themselves." She quoted the code before hearing another deep sigh coming from Chris. "I hope that you're going to deal with this soon. Good night, Chris."

"Nigh, Celine."

And the call was done.


Everything was dark, pitch black dark. Olivia had no idea where she was, she couldn't see anything around her. Almost all her senses were messed up – she couldn't see, whenever she tried to call out for help no sound came out, she didn't smell or taste anything. The only thing she did know was that she could hear the wind blowing. And she knew that she heard it in her head.

Trying to take a step forward, Olivia felt someone grabbing her leg and forcing her to stumble to the ground. She had opened her mouth to scream, but there was no sound. She then tried to kick whoever was still holding her leg, but she couldn't move anymore. The wind became louder and another sound joined in, echoing around her. A scream. For a second she thought that it was finally her screaming, but by listening closely she understood that it wasn't her voice.

The thing holding her leg started pulling her body through the darkness and there was no way for her to fight it. Olivia tried once again to move or scream for help, but just like before it was futile. She was being dragged somewhere and there was no way to fight it. The scream and wind became louder. It was turning almost deafening and Olivia tried blocking it, but it wasn't working. She was useless, powerless.

Suddenly the dragging stopped, and she felt some sort of sticky substance underneath her. A coppery smell hit her nose then and she almost chocked on the stench, but it wasn't the last of her problems. In the place in which she was, the lights turned on instantly blinding her and forcing her to turn her head away and to the side. Olivia had her eyes closed and only after a few seconds she understood that she had managed to turn her head. A feeling of hope hit her and still with her eyes closed she tried to move her hands, but nothing happened. She was still stuck. Taking in a deep breath Olivia once again chocked on the strong coppery smell and her eyes opened instantly, forcing her to freeze once again.

It took her exactly three seconds to understand what she was seeing before she opened her mouth to scream, only to be greeted with the silence. The wind stopped trashing in her head and the screams became quieter. It didn't change the thing that she was experiencing though. Right next to her, turned to be facing her, was laid Oliver. His empty eyes opened and staring right at her, the sickly coppery substance was his blood, but there was so much of it that it couldn't have been just from his head wound.

Olivia continued to stare at his lifeless face, his mouth opened in a scream, and she couldn't force herself to think about anything, but that scream in her head that was rapidly becoming louder and louder until it seemed like someone was screaming right at her. In the instance the lifeless Oliver's body disappeared and instead of it appeared a very alive Oliver.

"You know what, Livy? I forgive you for not doing anything. Either way, he is going to kill you too, but it's going to be so much more entertaining and memorable than my death." Oliver shrugged and smiled brightly. "I just hope that I'm going to be there to witness it." He added in a whisper before giggling.

Olivia continued laying there motionless and she watched the very alive looking Oliver gleefully laughing about her upcoming death. The scream in her head became louder before it started to form words.

"Liv, look away! Look away! Please, I'm begging you, not in front of my daughter! Please stop! Stop! No!"

"Dad!"

"Remembering the daddy dear." A sickly-sweet voice pulled Olivia from her thoughts and her head was turned to the other side, meeting the empty whiskey brown eyes. "It is so fun, how traumatized you are after his murder." The Nogitsune smirked and leaned even closer to her. "But you know what is also fun?"

A completely differently sounding scream reached Olivia's ears and she knew that it was Oliver's that time. The echoing scream mixed with the dark chuckle leaving the Nogitsune's lips and she felt how he moved his hand to her neck, squeezing lightly.

"My bonnie lies over the ocean. My bonnie lies over the sea. My bonnie lies over the ocean. O bring back my bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back, o bring back my bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back, o bring back my bonnie to me. My bonnie…"

The hold on her neck was tightening, it was becoming harder to breath. The lullaby, the scream and laugh were mixing together, deafeningly loud in Olivia's head. It was becoming too much, she could barely breath and all the noise was overwhelming. Olivia opened her mouth once again to scream, but instead of hearing her voice she heard someone calling her by the name.

"Liv!" she felt someone shaking her and pulling her out of the nightmare, the empty whiskey brown eyes slowly disappearing from her vision, the noise falling to the background until the only thing that she was able to hear was Brett saying her name. "Liv, come on, wake up. Liv." He urged her, and her eyes snapped open, instantly meeting his and Brett pulled her into a sitting position, hugging her closely. "You're ok, you're fine. It was just a dream."

For a moment Olivia was confused, but then she noticed how wet her cheeks were from the tears and that she was once again shaking. Slowly she wrapped her own arms around Brett, hugging him back and closing her eyes. She allowed him to calm her, to whisper soothing words, listening closely to what he was saying.

But his words weren't the only thing that she had heard. There was another voice, a taunting one and promising horrible things to come. A voice that belonged to someone innocent and someone horrible.

"My bonnie lies over the ocean. My bonnie lies over the sea. My bonnie lies over the ocean. O bring back my bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back, o bring back my bonnie to me. Bring back, bring back, o bring back my bonnie to me. My bonnie…"


A/N: Look who's here with a new update! Yeah, I can't believe it myself! It is crazy…

Anyway, crazy chapter huh? Look at Olivia losing it… and hey, Brett (yes, the one from the show) is her bff! That's a quality friendship, don't you think? Soon you're going to meet the rest of her friends and in the next chapter the pack. This one already felt a little too intense to add the meeting with the pack in it. But hey, I got you the Nogitsune in this and Chris Argent. And yeah, he has a history with Celine. And I have mentioned Charles, Celine's younger brother who you are most certainly going to meet.

Soo, Celine isn't really a rainbows kind of person, huh. Who saw that one coming? And yes, she does have powers, but whether they are like Olivia's I'll leave as a mystery for now. And she has worked with Argents before, but what did she do for them? Huh?

And the murder of Olivia's father is most certainly connected with the supernatural.

Ok, so, I'm really excited to know what you've thought about this chapter. I personally loved to write Celine and Chris' conversation the most. It was just too much fun, but anyway. I'm curious to know all your opinions. So, review?

Thanks for reading!