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Voices

Chapter 10

The ticking of a clock, tapping of the nails and mouse clicks were the only sounds in the bright office. With the sunlight streaming through the huge windows showing the bright and nice day outside, the woman created a completely contrast. Dressed to perfection in a tight black dress and a professional blazer, her red-brown hair in perfect curls and light make-up sharpening her beautiful features – she was a vision of control, coldness and perfection. Her cold blue eyes moved through the lines of the scanned book's copy, desperately looking for information about the monster haunting her daughter. She was willing to sacrifice everything when it came to her baby girl, especially after losing her husband to a mysterious murderer.

"The old Japanese fox spirit-" she began reading when there was a knock on her office door and her assistant walked in.

"Excuse me, Mrs. Boyer, I know you requested to not be disturbed, but there is a man here and he says that he's not going to leave until he talks to you." Her young and slightly skittish assistant didn't even dare to lift her eyes from the ground to meet her boss's look, but that was usual for the young girl. Celine Boyer was an impressive woman, naturally demanding respect, but she was also always really kind to her assistant, Julia. Even in those weeks after her husband's death, she never allowed her grief to make her anything but professional.

Pressing her ruby red lips together, Celine casted a quick look to her phone, making sure that she hadn't missed any calls, before looking back to her assistant. "Allow him in, I shall meet him now." Her voice was filled with authority and Julia nodded quickly, rushing out of the doorway and leaving Celine alone in her office for a moment.

Leaning back into her office chair, Celine closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the images to flood into her head, creating a clear image of her visitor. With a name to the face, a grimace marred her features. She really didn't want to have that meeting and before the disturbance she had hoped that he was going to take some time before approaching her personally. After the past few years since he had come back to Beacon Hills, the only interactions between the two of them were polite greetings in teacher-parent conferences or random meetings at shops or gas stations. Before that for a long while there was only silence. But it seemed that everything was going to change, and it was because she had sought him out, so he could fulfil his depth to her.

The office door barely made a sound while being opened, but Celine knew that he had entered even with her eyes closed. Curling her fingers into fists, she opened her eyes and looked straight at him. With her back once again straight, hands placed on her lap and a polite smile directed to him. For a moment neither of them moved, just observing each other. While he looked slightly wary and worn out, Celine was a vision of perfection and it was the greatest example of their relationship ever. One dangerous and always put together, while the other was a twisted kind of good guy and a little rough by the edges.

"Celine." He was the first to break the silence, taking another step closer to her table, standing in the centre of white and modern looking office.

Pushing back her chair, Celine stood up from her seat and walked around the table, her heels clicking on the wooden floor. "Chris, this is a surprise." She gave him a kiss on a cheek as a greeting and then motioned for him to take a seat in front of her desk, while she moved to the office door. "Can I offer you something? Water? Coffee?" she suggested, placing her hand on the doorknob.

"I'd like a glass of water." Chris nodded and watched Celine opening the door and calling out to her assistant. When the door was closed once more, Celine moved back to her seat, not even glancing at him until she was seated.

Placing her hands on the glass table, Celine leaned forward and met Chris' eyes steadily. He looked quite relaxed, but she knew better than to just blindly believe her assumptions. "So, how can I help you?" she questioned, her voice still calm and Chris though of how different it sounded to the phone call that they had shared just the night before.

"I'm here to further on discuss our last talk." Chris said calmly and before either of them had a chance to say anything else, Julia walked into the office and quickly placed his water, before leaving the room just as quickly. Once sure that the girl was far away from being able to listen in, Chris continued. "What do you say to the preposition of saving Stiles instead of killing him?" He questioned, watching Celine's face closely, hoping to see any clues into what she was thinking, but as always, the woman in question was like a closed book.

Considering Chris' words, Celine began tapping her long nails on the glass surface, not moving her eyes away from her companion. She wanted to believe about the possibility of saving the Sheriff's son, but from everything that she had read in the Bestiary and other information sources, the boy had no chance to come back. Ever. Unless he was going to be a miracle, a complete surprise to everyone and was going to somehow manage to defeat a thousand-year-old fox spirit without dying in the meantime.

Chris watched Celine breathing out deeply before speaking up. "I wish that was a possibility, but Chris, we both have seen enough of this world to know that that kind of things don't happen. The Sheriff's son is already doomed to die. It will either be dignified if you're going to do it, or he'll destroy himself, dragging others right after himself. And I highly doubt that you want your daughter to end up being one of the collateral damage." She said and Chris instantly tensed. Whenever it came to Allison, he was ready to kill anyone and everyone to make sure that she was going to be safe.

"Do not say anything of that sort about Allison." Chris said through gritted teeth and Celine offered him an understanding smile.

"Now you know how I feel." She pointed out and then leaned to her seat, moving her eyes to look through the window. "The fox has already approached my daughter and I know that he is not done with her yet. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure that he's going to stay away from her."

"Even if it means killing another kid?" Chris challenged Celine, being almost completely sure that she didn't have it in her to wish for another kid's death, but when she simply nodded, he began questioning his knowledge of her. Ever since they first crossed paths he knew her as fearless and loyal, she was a dedicated mother, ready to protect her own. But he never saw her as someone completely indifferent about another parent's possible pain.

Looking away from the woman, Chris moved his eyes to the glass desk and saw two picture frames. One had all her family in it and it was clear that it was made just a few years prior their meeting. Her late husband wasn't in it yet, but her trouble of a younger brother stood in the centre with a bright and wicked smile marring his features. Chris had met him a couple of times back when Celine still helped him and his family out, and if he was honest, he never liked the young Charles Boyer. While undoubtfully charming and smart, Charles was a trouble maker. He often managed to get himself in a lot of trouble, dealing with dangerous people and living a life on the edge. Wherever he went, trouble followed him, and his dealings were quite well known around the hunters. They were informed to beware him, to approach with caution and to never allow him any chances to gain any personal information or to get under their skin. That was the thing with Charles, he was too good with words and he knew how to play people to his advantage. That was why Chris wasn't as quick as Celine to deny the possibility of Charles being the one responsible for her husband's death. The younger Boyer was always quite vocal about his dislike towards his sister's husband and only the birth of Olivia seemed to force him to shut his mouth.

Looking to the second framed picture, Chris was greeted by a picture of Celine's daughter. Olivia Boyer – the perfect mixture of both of her parents, with the best combination of genes from both of them. He had kept his eye out on her after he had come back to Beacon Hills. He felt obliged to make sure that she wasn't getting into the supernatural mess of the town, especially since he felt like he owed at least that to Celine. He always fought about his daughter being a part of that dangerous world, a mere human with hunter training against the beast bigger, stronger and deadlier than her. So, he understood what Celine must've been feeling. He knew that Olivia was capable of something, most likely something completely different to her mother, but still undoubtfully important and useful. That was the deal with the Boyers, they always managed to come out as the most useful ally in every situation and the current time was a great example. If the Nogitsune had set his interests on Olivia, it meant that whatever she was capable of was more than just useful.

"How's Allison doing?" Celine's voice suddenly brought Chris out of his thoughts and he looked back to her, meeting her curious eyes. "Has she fully adapted to the life of a hunter?"

"She's fine." Chris nodded before taking a sip of his water. "She has finished her training and I'm planning the official inauguration to the hunters for her."

"Oh yes, the silver bullet thing." Celine murmured before raising one questioning eyebrow to him. "And how is she dealing with Victoria no longer here?"

The bare mention of his dead wife made Chris feel uneasy. He didn't feel any pain anymore while thinking about Victoria, only the sadness that she had left at the time so difficult for Allison. He was doing his best to make sure that his daughter had everything, but Chris understood that he wasn't enough to fully fill the void that Victoria's death had left in Allison's life.

"She is doing fine." Chris spoke out and tapped his finger on the side of his glass. "And how is Olivia doing?" he inquired and saw worry flashing through Celine's eyes.

"Olivia is managing, she is taking it a day at a time."

"Oh my god, Olivia! I can't believe you're back." Olivia found herself being squeezed in a little too tight hug and her best friend's voice was quite deafening in her ear. "How come you didn't inform me beforehand? I would've planned something special." Pulling away from the smothering hug, Olivia met her best friend's eyes before taking a step back and glancing over her shoulder, seeing Brett making his way over to them while Scott and his pack just watched from afar.

Looking back to the excited brunette in front of her, Olivia began pulling her jacket's sleeves from nerves and then glanced around to make sure that her boyfriend was nowhere near. "Sorry, Tracy, it's just that I have just came back. Literally Brett picked me up from the airport no longer than an hour ago." She lied and offered her friend a smile. "Also, I don't really feel like celebrating or anything like so. I just want to get back to my life. Silently." She shrugged and then felt Brett brushing his shoulder to hers and breathed out in relief. With Brett by her side she was ready to deal with almost anything.

"Hey there, Tinkerbell." Brett smirked, receiving an eye roll from Tracy.

"Oh, will you stop? I'm shorter than you, so what?" she scoffed, crossing her hands on her chest and returning her attention back to her best friend. "I really don't understand why you keep him around." She motioned to Brett receiving a laugh from the guy in question.

"It's because of my great looks and winning personality. You'd understand, but I really don't like wasting my energy and tricks on the ones that aren't worth it." He shot back and placed his hand around Olivia's shoulder, feeling how tense she was. "Now, if you're done freaking out and drooling about the images your imagination comes up with when you see me, I shall take my Boo here back home." Brett patted Olivia's head and received a slight nudge to his side.

Scoffing loudly, Tracy cocked her head to the side and eyes Brett slowly. "How did you know about me imagining your long and horrible suffering? Are you a telepath or something?" She sassed, missing the frown appearing on Olivia's face. But Brett saw it and he was scrambling for reasons to get her away from school as quickly as possible.

"Whatever you say, Tink, but as I have already mentioned, Liv and I have somewhere to be, so excuse us." He offered her another smile, beginning to pull Olivia away from Tracy, but the girl managed to reach forward and grabbed Olivia's hand.

"Don't you want to say hi to Nate, Liv?" She questioned with a frown. "It's been so long since we've seen you or heard anything from you. We all have missed you horribly." She added, and Olivia carefully pulled her hand from Tracy's hold.

"Sorry, Trace. I can't yet. I need to get used to being back here. But I promise to make time and hang out with you before coming back to school, deal?" Olivia suggested, hoping for agreement so she could get away from there as quickly and possible. She wanted to go back home and lock herself away from everything, the outside world, her friends, Oliver's screams and the Nogitsune.

Brett was already pulling Olivia away when Tracy called out her answer. "Sure, just… call me!" Olivia didn't even try to look back to her best friend, she just took Brett's offered hand into hers and allowed him to pull her through the crowd. With her free hand Olivia pulled the hood of her jacket on, trying to hide her face just a little bit and in that way creating another barrier between herself and others.

Once in the yard, she continued following Brett to his car, neither of them were speaking, but Olivia knew that he was worried. It was clear from his slightly flustered comebacks to Tracy and from how tightly he was holding Olivia's hand. His fingers pressing into the back of her hand and she did the same, holding on tightly.

When they reached the car, Brett quickly unlocked it and Olivia pulled her door open, while Brett walked around to his side. While she was pulling herself inside, she could've sworn that she had heard someone calling out her name, but from the fear of being forced into another too early confrontation, she completely ignored whoever it was and closed the door. If Brett had heard anything, he didn't say a word about it and simply pulled away from the school, driving quickly away and towards her home. They spent the trip in silence, not bothering with music even. They had to work through everything that had happened, and the silence was helping with it.

It took only twenty minutes to reach Olivia's place and both climbed out of the car and made their way to Olivia's home. Inside they both allowed themselves a breath of relief before reaching for their jackets, but Brett held his hand up, signalling Olivia to wait. Suddenly feeling panicked, she tried pulling down the walls, but the only thing she was able to hear was Brett's thoughts, so she didn't understand what had forced him into a protective mode.

Stepping in front of his best friend, Brett slowly made his way towards the living room, where he heard two heartbeats and was able to smell Olivia's cat and another person. Slowly the two of them entered the room, Brett ready to attack at any point, but before he even had a chance to look around, a loud mewl came from the left side and they instantly looked over there. Sitting in Olivia's father's favourite armchair was one person that Brett really didn't want to see at that moment and knew that their presence meant nothing good to Olivia.

"I always said that this cat had taken his liking to you from the moment we had gotten it. Isn't that right, Olivia?" He questioned, rubbing the completely white cat's back and making it purr.

"Uncle Charlie?" Olivia asked, confusion clear on her face, and stepped around Brett to stand in front of her mother's younger brother. "What are you doing here?" She questioned and then crouched on the ground when Noah, her cat, jumped from her uncle's lap and made his way to his master.

"Well when I have found out that my only niece was finally being released from the nut home, I decided that a personal greeting and congratulation on being sane once more was in order." Charlie smirked and stood up from the chair, meeting his niece's eyes and eyeing how she pulled Noah closer to herself. "And I can see that I was right, the so-called doctors of that mental facility did manage the impossible. They broke a Boyer." He sighed and took a large step closer, reaching for Olivia and pulling her closer for a hug. "But don't worry, Livy, Uncle Charlie is here and I'm going to make sure that you're going to be fine. I'll take care of both you and my dear sister."

Oh yes, there certainly was a reason why Brett never liked Charles Boyer.

A/N: A slightly shorter chapter this time, but a lot has happened. I figured out that I'm really enjoying writing Celine. For some reason I can't help but truly love her. That was why the beginning was completely for her. And I gave you Chris Argent too! Oh, and there most certainly is a history between the two of them, you just have to guess what it is (and I promise, it's more than just Celine helping the Argents). I also introduced Olivia's best friend – Tracy (yeah, the one from the show)! Also, Charles Boyer has made his appearance. Don't worry, the first impression that you have of him is not the full truth.

I know that there was no stiles or Nogitsune this time, but he will come back full force next time. Believe me on that because I have great things planned for the next chapter.

Now I also want to than people for reading, reviewing, favouring and following. I appreciate your support.

And I have a few questions for you:

1. What do you think is the history between Celine and Chris?

2. What do you think is up with Charles Boyer? What do you think about him? Do you think he is a bad guy?

Ok, thank you for reading and review!