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Voices
Chapter 11
Olivia was desperately trying to concentrate on the work in front of her. If she wanted to return to school the next day, to get back to her normal supernatural-free life, she had to pull herself together. There was a lot of catching up she had to do with her school work and her social life, there was no reason for her to continue just staring in front of her. There was no reason for her eyes to scan the same line for the tenth time in the past five minutes. She had to pull herself together and ignore all the muffled noise coming from downstairs. She didn't need to or want to know what her mom and uncle Charlie were talking about. It didn't matter, that was their problem. She had to concentrate on the normal things, the things every teenager had to worry about. Like homework, or social life, or her boyfriend with whom she hadn't spoken yet.
Taking in a deep breath, Olivia shook her head lightly and then tried again to read the same line, but once again she was distracted. That time by her phone buzzing. Groaning silently, she pushed away from her desk and made her way to her bed, where her phone was thrown down after she had come back home. Carefully lifting Noah from her jacket, she settled the cat on the end of her bed and pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket. Turning it around to see who was calling her, she was surprised to see her boyfriend's name on the screen. Nate always said how he didn't like talking on the phone, preferring to text instead, so the call from him, no matter how serious the situation was, was unusual.
Sitting down on her bed, Olivia swiped on her screen and brought the device to her ear. "Hey, Nate." She greeted him and waited for an answer, starting to play with the end of her sweater of her free hand.
"Hey, Liv." The tone of Nate's voice told Olivia that he was feeling uncomfortable. It wasn't a surprise since she had become distant from him ever since her father's death and then just left one day, to what he believed to be a vocation. Oh, he was so wrong.
"What's up?" She asked, trying to sound carefree and happy to be hearing from him, but it was hard. There were too many things weighting down on her and she wasn't sure how she was supposed to act with Nate. They had been dating for about a year and it had never gotten so awkward to be talking to him. And it was worrying her.
Hearing Nate taking in a deep breath filled Olivia with dread. She knew that that wasn't going to mean any good. She was either going to have a serious conversation with Nate or they were going to set the date for a serious conversation. "I've heard that you're back from your vocation." His voice was unsure, making Olivia even more nervous.
"Yeah, sorry that I haven't called or texted before. I was just…" Trailing off Olivia glanced at Noah, who was rolling around her bed and purring silently. "I was trying to get better. You know, while grieving." She finally managed to say and waited for Nate's answer.
"Oh, that's ok. I completely understand, and I hope that you didn't feel like I was rushing you to respond with my messages and calls." Nate laughed awkwardly on the other end and Olivia winced. The conversation was going nowhere, it was hard to understand what Nate was thinking while speaking to him on the phone and she really didn't want to continue that for much longer.
"Listen, Nate. How about we talk tomorrow? At school? I think it would be better to speak in person." Olivia tried to sound confident, but it was failing, and she just hoped that Nate was going to pretend for her sake that he believed her.
"Yeah, ok. We can do that. You need me to pick you up?" He asked, and Olivia hummed in agreement. "Ok, then I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Yeah, bye, Nate." Olivia murmured, and he answered her the same before she ended her call. Dropping her phone by her side on the bed, Olivia fell back and closed her eyes. She was going insane, that was a fact. She needed to make an appointment with a new psychologist as soon as possible, there were no other choices for her. Unless she wanted to fall back to her unhealthy habits and possibly return to Eichen.
Shuddering at the thought, Olivia forced herself to get out of her bed and get back to her books. There was no way in hell she was going back to Eichen.
"You can't just come here unannounced." Celine hissed at her brother and glanced over to the stairs, hoping that Olivia wasn't going to hear them arguing or come downstairs. Looking back to her younger brother, she found him watching her with annoyance and it made her even angrier. "Especially," she lowered her voice even more, "when Olivia has just been released."
"That is exactly why I'm here." Charles exclaimed, instantly being shushed by his sister and rolling his eyes. "Look, she is my niece, my only niece, I care about her too, ok?" He asked in a hushed voice and crossed his hands on his chest.
"I don't doubt that you care about her." Celine sighed and moved closer to her brother. "What I'm worried about is that whenever you are here, you manage to get in some kind of mess that is usually really dangerous, and I do not want that for my daughter right now. She is not stable enough to be exposed to the bullshit that you do every day." Celine pointed out and received another eye roll from her brother.
"Oh, so what's next, Cel? Am I the one responsible for her being locked up in the first place?" He hissed at his sister and instantly saw how her face became cold and emotionless.
Taking in a deep breath, Celine brushed a strand of hair from her face and straightened her posture. "There was nothing that I could've done to prevent that, Charles." She said coldly, but it didn't seem like Charlie cared.
"Fine then, Eichen wasn't your mistake. It was those people fault." Charles spat out.
"Those people are her family too." Celine pointed out receiving a scoff from Charlie.
"Yes, because you've decided to allow them to be. The most stupid decision in your life was ever allowing those people to find out about Olivia and letting them to be a part of this family." Charlie mumbled and sat down into the armchair that previously was favoured by his sister's now dead husband.
Taking in a calming breath, Celine wished for more patience for herself, as she walked to stand in front of her brother. He was stubbornly avoiding her eyes, instead concentrating on the paintings on the wall opposite him. Sighing at her brother's stubbornness, Celine kneeled in front of him and placed her hand on his. "I know that you never liked them, just as you never liked my husband. But they are Olivia's family and you have to show them respect."
"But they are simple humans. They don't know what things like that can do to someone like us." Charles hissed out and Celine nodded.
"I agree, and I still blame myself for being too weak and allowing them to talk me into taking Liv there. But that will not happen again. I'm going to do whatever it takes to protect my daughter." She tried to make her brother believe her sincerity and her determination and for a second it seemed that she had succeeded, but then no one should have ever assumed anything about Charles Boyer.
"Then what are you going to do about the Nogitsune?" Charles asked, and Celine felt herself freezing up. There was no way how he could've known about that.
"How do you know about this?" She questioned, raising to her feet and Charlie smirked.
"I have my sources."
She could hear someone calling her name. It was odd because she was sure that she was alone in the room, but still. The barely there call for her help was still there. She tried to find from where the voice was coming, but the darkness seemed not only to take away her sight, but also dull the sound. The darkness was so heavy that it seemed as if it had its own presence. A presence that was suffocative and even if Olivia never feared the dark before in her life, she felt herself being on edge, constantly reaching around herself to make sure that nobody was near her. She wasn't sure what freaked her more – being alone or someone else being there too.
The calls for help became louder and the voice sounded familiar to her, but Olivia couldn't have placed exactly who was calling for help. She tried to move towards the voice, but her feet didn't listen to her. She struggled in her spot, trying her hardest to move at least slightly, to take one step, but she couldn't. It was as if someone was holding her there.
The calls for help came once more, but then another voice joined the first one. And while the first one was calling for help, the second one was screaming from pain. The noise became louder and louder, surrounding Olivia from every side and the darkness was no longer the only thing suffocating her. Olivia covered her ears with her hands, trying to block the shouts, but it wasn't helping. It was as if the voices came from her head and there was no way to stop them. And they were getting louder and louder, the voices becoming clearer and it didn't take Olivia long to finally identify both voices.
While the first voice, the one asking for help sounded like Stiles, the second one was Oliver's. He was once again screaming, just; like when he died, when the Nogitsune had drilled his head. Breathing deeply, Olivia tried to build up her walls, to drown out the voices, but it was futile. They were becoming louder and louder, deafening her. She opened her mouth to scream, but not one sound had escaped her before she felt as if someone was strangling her.
The darkness was feeling even heavier and more dangerous. She tried to fight whoever was holding her, but whenever it seemed she had managed to reach someone, they disappeared. But the voices never stopped. She was crying, breathing deeply and trying to free herself while also trying desperately to ignore the voices in her head. It was too difficult for her, she was losing, falling apart and there was nothing that she could've done. She was ready to give up, but then suddenly the voices were gone and only silence surrounded her. The darkness was still there, but there were no calls for help or screams of pain. And even if the hands previously strangling her were gone too, she knew that whoever it was, they were still there. Close to her.
"Watch your shadow, Olivia. Greatest monsters always come from the shadows."
Jumping up in her bed with her covers tangled on her legs, her breathing heavy and heart pounding, Olivia had to quickly cover her mouth, so she wouldn't start screaming. It had only been a dream, but it once again had been about Stiles, Oliver and the Nogitsune. It seemed that there was no escape from them for her. They were always in her head, constantly reminding her of what had happened, torturing her.
Once her breathing came back to normal, Olivia pulled her hand away from her mouth and fell back into her bed. After her father's death sleep became a luxury for her and it seemed that she was still going to be struggling with it. If not her dad's death, then the Nogitsune and Oliver were going to torture her in her sleep and there was no escape from that.
Pushing the covers from her body, Olivia silently got out of her bed and made her way to her room door. Carefully she twisted the handle, pushing the door open and listening closely to see whether her mom or uncle were awake. Luckily for her, Olivia was greeted only with complete silence which helped her to breathe easier and relax slightly. Barefoot she made her way out of her room into the dark hallway and crept past her mother's room. She was trying to be as silent as possible, slowly climbing down the stairs, purposely missing that one step that always creaked.
Reaching the first floor, she stepped on the soft carpet that was placed just by the stairs and silently made her way into the kitchen. Still in complete darkness, she trusted her memory to not trip over anything and create too much noise. It was a good thing that Olivia's mother was a person of habit. She was really against changing things, placing something not in their rightful places. She demanded for things to be organized at work and her personal life, that was why, everything stayed at the same places for as long as Olivia remembered. That was why, the fact that Celine had removed her husband's pictures was surprising. It was a sudden change and Celine Boyer was not known for them.
Avoiding turning on the light from fear of waking people up, Olivia grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She always preferred drinking water to anything else, just like her father did. Olivia disliked drinking tea or coffee, not to mention any fizzy drinks. She rarely even chose juice, instead sticking with water. That was one of the things she had in common with her father. While her mom always chose to drink black coffee with almost everything, her dad preferred water.
With her water in hand, Olivia walked towards the living room. Once stood in the middle of the room, she completely ignored the armchair that her father preferred and settled into the comfy couch. Her mother had forgotten to close the blinds, so the moonlight poured right into the room, painting it in cold light. Olivia unscrewed her water bottle and took a big sip before screwing it shut again and placing it next to her. Pulling her legs closer to her body, she rested her chin on her knees and looked over to the only armchair in the room. She remembered late evenings sitting with her mother in the living room, waiting for her father to return home. It wasn't such an unusual thing even, Olivia remembered understanding from an early age that her parents' marriage wasn't perfect, far from it. There were too many secrets between them and they were too different. Her parents had gotten married right after she was born, she was given her mother's last name and not her father's. Often Olivia wondered whether her parents had gotten married because of her or there was more to it. She knew that they loved each other, but it wasn't the usual type of love, it was more a companionship kind of love. They loved each other, but they also loved other people. A lot of other people.
Sighing deeply, Olivia hugged her legs closer to her body and closed her eyes tightly. She needed to breath and forget. That was the only way how she was going to survive.
It was around six am when Charlie roused from his sleep. Considering the busy day awaiting him, he didn't want to rush anything. He was always an early riser, differently than his older sister. Ever since they were kids, Charlie knew that while Celine was a night person, he most certainly was a morning one. That was why, when he got up that morning, he was ready to face the day. Quickly changing into his running clothes, he grabbed his phone and keys, making his way out of his room. Staying in the guest room was less that a desirable option for him, but Charlie knew that he had to suffer through it for his family. There was no way in hell how he was going to just pack up and leave his sister and niece alone in a dead man's house.
Climbing down the stairs, Charlie instantly knew that he wasn't the only one up. There was another presence close by and the feeling that he got lead him to the living room. In the room lit with warm morning sunlight, he found his niece sitting on the couch, her legs pulled to her body, hand wrapped tightly around her legs and her fingers trailing invisible patterns on her skin. She was staring somewhere in front of her, her eyes completely hazed over and not showing any emotion. The bag underneath her eyes were more noticeable than the day before and her she was shivering slightly. By his guess, she had spent the better part of the morning in the position that he had found her, and considering that she was only wearing a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, she must have been freezing.
Sighing deeply at the image of his broken niece, Charlie quickly made his way over to her, crouching in front of her form and looking into her eyes. There was no recognition in her bright blue eyes, it was as if she didn't see him there yet. Carefully Charlie placed his hand on Olivia's, making her jump and feeling exactly how cold she was. Olivia's eyes instantly focused on him with a frightened look that slowly began to disappear once she recognized him.
"How long have you been here?" Charlie asked silently, trying to keep his voice calm and steady for Olivia's sake.
Frowning slightly, Olivia glanced over to the window, being surprised by the fact that there was an actual sunlight streaming through the huge windows instead of moonlight. Looking back to her uncle, she found him still watching her calmly and to answer his question, she had to clear her throat. "I'm not sure. But when I got down here, it was still dark." She said in a hoarse voice feeling Charlie's hold tightening slightly on her hand.
"What happened? Why couldn't you sleep?" Charlie continued questioning and watched how Olivia tensed once he mentioned sleeping, instantly proving his worries right.
"I had a nightmare." She said keeping eye contact with Charlie, but he was still looking calmly at her. His eyes didn't betray any of his emotions when on the inside he was furious. Charlie didn't even need Olivia to tell him what she had dreamt, for him to know that it wasn't actually a nightmare. If the Nogitsune had set his eyes on her, then none of her dreams were just that.
Clearing his throat, Charlie removed his hand from Olivia and stood up straight. Offering his hand for her, he avoided her eyes and said in his most emotionless tone. "You should return to your room and start getting ready. If Celine sees you like this, you can wave good-bye to returning back to your normal life."
Taking the offered hand, Olivia got up from the couch. She watched the way her uncle was behaving, and it instantly set some red flags in her mind. Something was off with him, but she knew perfectly that there was no way for her to figure that out without him telling her. Olivia couldn't hear his or her mother's thoughts even if she wanted to, so all she had was to trust her uncle.
Nodding to his words, she reached to pick up her empty water bottle, but Charlie stopped her and just motioned for her to go to her room. Nodding her head once more, Olivia quickly turned to make her departure and Charlie followed her with his eyes until she reached the stairs and began climbing them.
Left alone, he squeezed his hands into fists and took a deep calming breath. There was no reason to lose his control while both his sister and niece were so close. So instead he pushed the anger away and swiftly grabbed the empty water bottle. On his way to the front door, he disposed the bottle and then decided that taking a long jog was exactly what he needed to vent his anger and frustration. And if that wasn't going to work, then there were other ways to reduce the tension before he had to begin fixing the messed-up situation circling his family, especially his niece.
The atmosphere in the car was more than just awkward. Every few moments Nate would glance over to his silent girlfriend and wonder what exactly the damage was. It was clear to him from the first moment when he laid eyes on her that she was faking it all. Even the conversation the previous night showed him that she most certainly wasn't fine and was far from being in the right set of mind to be returning back to school. He also knew that there was no way how he could've changed Olivia's mind about going to school because she was just too damn stubborn.
Nate drummed his fingers on the steering wheel once more before sighing deeply, making Olivia's fingers twitch from nerves. She knew that he was trying to find a way to begin the conversation, but was struggling a lot. She knew that the easy road for her would be to just listen in to his thoughts, but she had promised herself to no invade his privacy like that. She wouldn't want someone constantly digging into her head, listening to her private thoughts, so she was determined to not do it too.
He sighed again, and she squeezed her hands into fists. They were close to school, having spent the whole trip in almost complete silence except for the radio filling the car with music. It was just a little bit more and Olivia would be free from the torture that the trip was. She was so anxious and tired from her sleepless night that she was surprising herself how she hadn't yet exploded and shouted at Nate.
Nate sighed once more and that was the breaking point for Olivia. "Pull over. "She demanded and at first received a look full of surprise from her boyfriend before he complied, and did exactly as she had asked him to. Once they were parked on the side of the road, Olivia turned in her seat, meeting Nate's eyes for the first time that morning and found him watching her with concern. That was exactly what she didn't want to see in anyone's eyes. Concern and pity. She didn't ask for it, she didn't need or want it, so why was it so hard for people to pretend that nothing had happened, and everything was perfectly fine?
Taking in a deep breath, Olivia opened her mouth to begin speaking, but Nate cut her off. "You don't have to pretend." His words made Olivia tense instantly.
"What do you mean?" She asked him, her voice calm even if she was feeling her nerves building up. The temptation to just listen in to Nate's thoughts was too much and she found herself losing that fight of will.
"Come on, Nate, you can do this. Just tell her that you understand and that you're there for her. It doesn't matter that she had left for a while without a word, you love her, and you need to help her."
"I'm talking about you. You don't need to pretend to be ready yet, Liv." Nate said, reaching over to Olivia and placing his hand on hers. "Everyone will understand if you're not ready yet. No one will rush you to go back to normal. Especially not me or your friends." He smiled lightly, looking right at Olivia's eyes. She knew that he meant every word that he had said to her, but it didn't make her feel any better. If honestly it made her feel even worse, but she couldn't have told him that. So Olivia did the only thing that she could, she took a deep breath and nodded her head with a small smile on her lips. Apparently satisfied with her answer, Nate removed his hand from hers and started his car again, pulling away and resuming their trip to the school.
"Good morning, Mrs Boyer." Julia greeted Celine as she exited the elevator and made her way towards her office.
"Morning, Julia." Celine answered politely and continued scrolling through her phone, checking the messages she had already received that morning. "Is there anything that I need to know before the meeting with my clients?" She asked, finally reaching the office door and Julia rushed to open the heavy set of doors for her boss.
"Nothing new has happened, but I did leave the file with all the important points on your table." Julia informed, following her boss into the office where on the glass table were placed a black file and a cup of steaming coffee, just as her boss liked. Julia stopped right in front of the desk, hugging the package and another file in her hands closer to her body and watched how her boss shrugged off her jacket before settling down in her seat. "Also, this package came to you this morning." She added once her boss was settled, and placed the small box in front of her boss. "And also, these few letters." She pulled the letters from the file in her hand and placed them next to the box. "Is there anything you need me to do right now?" She met her boss' eyes and found her smiling politely.
"No, that's ok. Go and get ready for the meeting with our clients." Celine instructed and waited until Julia was gone before reaching or the white coffee cup and taking a sip of the rich dark coffee. Humming in delight, she placed the cup back down and picked up the couple of letters that her assistant had placed on the table. Flicking through them, Celine found a few invitations to the town events, a couple of thank you notes from her clients and the very last letter was from Eichen House. Ripping it open, Celine pulled out a few pieces of paper. First few were bills for her daughter's treatment and the last was a personal letter from Miss Morrell. Putting the bills away, she leaned back into her chair and began reading the quite short letter from the counsellor.
Mrs Boyer,
I am writing to you on behalf of your daughter. I must inform you of the things that took place on the last few days of your daughter's stay in Eichen House. I am sorry to inform you that something horrible did happen. I shall not play around and create any petty stories that would barely make any sense in the long run. I know that you and your side of the family are of supernatural descent. So is your daughter Olivia. I also know that you are not unaware of the supernatural things that have been happening in Beacon Hills for the past few months. That is why I do not doubt that you will take my information seriously.
The Sheriff's son, he prefers to be called Stiles, had admitted himself into the institution just a couple of days ago. His problems were of a supernatural reason. Stiles was possessed by the Nogitsune, an ancient Japanese fox spirit if you did not know what Nogitsune is. Since I am aware of what you and your daughter can do and what your powers can offer to someone, I felt inclined to inform you that the Nogitsune had set his sight on your daughter and her powers.
I am truly sorry to have to inform you of this, but I felt the need to prepare you. I know of your close relationship with the Argent family and I am sure that they would help you if in need. Also, my brother doctor Allan Deaton and I are also here to help if you need anything. We are not shy to admit our involvement with the supernatural and if what, we are here to help you.
Sincerely,
Marin Morrell
Celine reread the letter two more times, looking for clues of what exactly pushed Morrell to write to her because it most certainly wasn't from the good of her heart. Celine knew that Morrell had something else in mind, something bigger and whatever it was, Celine had a feeling that it meant nothing good to her or to her daughter.
"-and then Coach was shot by an arrow. A freaking arrow!" Tracy exclaimed, and Olivia found herself nodding to her words, not really caring what her friend was actually saying. "I swear some weird shit had happened that day." She added, leaning her back to the locker next to Olivia's and crossing her hands on her chest. "There was a bomb alarm in the buss and that Jared guy almost got blown to pieces. But luckily, officer hot body was there to save the day." She sighed deeply, receiving an eye roll from Olivia, but Tracy continued with her story. "And then the Sheriff's station got blown. How wild and weird! Nothing like this ever happens in here normally." She mumbled, and Olivia found herself rolling her eyes at her friend.
"If only she knew, isn't that right, Livy?"
The voice made Olivia drop the book that she was holding, and Tracy looked over to her best friend with concern. "Are you ok?" she asked while observing how tense Olivia was and the fact that her hands were slightly shaking.
"What?" Olivia asked breathlessly, managing to glance at her friend before looking around, searching for the owner of that voice. "I- I just need to go to the class." She rushed her words, quickly slamming her locker shut and bending down to grab her book. "I'll see you later." She added and rushed away from her confused friend.
Olivia didn't see him anywhere, but she knew that he was there, waiting and lurking, watching her. She could almost feel him there and she knew that she had to get away from the hallway. She had to get away from him, she needed to block him from her mind because she was just beginning to feel better, to feel normal, she didn't need him to be in her head.
Rounding a corner, she pushed her way through the sea of people, offering those who greeted her a small smile, while also trying to walk faster. She just had to get into her class, the class that she shared with Scott McCall. She wished that if she were to get there and get to Scott, he would not dare to get near. As weird as it sounded and even if she just had normally met Scott, he was her saviour at the moment. She believed him to be the one to make sure that the monster with his best friend's face would stay away. He had to.
Accidentally slamming into another person, Olivia was ready to apologize, but when she raised her eyes to the person, she froze in fear. There he was, standing in the middle of the hall, surrounded by fellow students, but nobody seemed to be paying too much of attention to him. He was standing tall, almost a whole head taller than her, smirking at her distress with eyes void of all emotions. Olivia tried to take a step back from him, to disappear back into the sea of people where he couldn't do anything to her, but the Nogitsune was quicker. It was as if he had read her minds and quickly grabbed her hands in his. She still tried to pull her hands from his, but he simply pulled her closer to himself, still smirking and not paying attention to anything and anyone around them.
Olivia was confused why nobody was paying any attention to them, why was nobody looking at them. All other the students continued walking past them, rushing to their classes and not paying any mind to the fact that she was fighting against him, against the fox with Stiles' face.
"Stop struggling." The Nogitsune growled underneath his breath, leaning closer to her. "You either behave or I'll make sure that your next visit to Eichen would be for the rest of your life." His voice was so cold, but Olivia understood his threat clearly. Taking in a deep breath, she stopped struggling, making him chuckle lightly. "Good girl, now let's go." He murmured and pulled on her hand, leading her over to the closest empty classroom.
Inside the classroom, he pushed her away from the door before locking the door. Left alone in a bright room, Olivia created as much space between them as she could, but it seemed to only entertain him, if the still present smirk on his face was an indicator of something. He took a step closer to her while she took two back. They continued the dance until her back had hit the wall and she had nowhere else to go. The room was completely quiet, her mental walls were down, but still, she couldn't hear anything from him, like everything was void.
Slowly, like a predator, he made his way over to her, stopping a step away and eyeing her distressed appearance. Reaching forward, he brushed a strand of her brown hair from her face, his cold finger ghosting over her cheek and making her shiver. Cocking his head to the side, he seemed to be thinking about something and Olivia felt herself tensing even more. In a few seconds, the completely silent room was filled with his laugh and it made her flinch from surprise. Finding it hilarious, he laughed even more before stopping abruptly.
"Oh, I always found your kind so amusing. You all always had so much power, so much potential and knowledge, but never really took the full benefit from it. Your kind never chose to use your powers selfishly. Well at least the most of you, there were some black sheep in every family." He shrugged lightly before placing his hands on either side of her head and leaned closer. "And you, Olivia, are going to be a great asset to me, I will benefit from your powers so much and maybe, just maybe you'll turn out to be the black sheep of your family." He murmured, and the next thing Olivia knew was the sharp scream piercing through her mind, forcing her to squeeze her hands into fists and close her hands tightly.
The scream was so loud that she wondered how the hell she herself hadn't began screaming too. The noise was so painful, that she felt her nails digging deeply into her palms and her whole body starting to shake. It seemed to last for so long that she believed that it wouldn't stop ever, but then she felt someone placing their hand on her shoulder and the noise stopped, making her flinch violently away from whoever was touching her.
"Hey, hey, it's ok. Everything is ok, I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you." She heard a voice to her left and looked over there, meeting the innocent brown eyes that belonged to Scott McCall. Feeling suddenly confused, she looked around, seeing that she was sitting in her seat in history classroom, her hands squeezed tightly into fists and she slowly unclenched them, seeing small bloody half-moons. Looking back to Scott, she found him watching her with concern in his eyes. Seeing that he had her attention once more, Scott crouched next to her desk and lowered his voice, making sure that no one could listen in to them. "Are you ok? What happened?"
Looking away from Scott, Oliva lowered the walls from her mind and instantly was flooded with hundreds of voices of other students. But she didn't care about them, no, she was looking for a certain voice. She knew that he had to be close to mess with her mind like so, he had to. It took her a few moments, but then she had managed to find him, his voice making his presence known in her mind.
"You truly are impressive, Olivia. I expected you to break down and start screaming or crying, but as I can see, I was right. It is going to be a pleasure to be playing with you dear. And I meant every word, you will do exactly what I need you to and be a great asset to my end plan."
"Olivia? Hey, Olivia?" She felt Scott's hand back on her shoulder, trying to get her attention and when she finally snapped out of her mind, she met his concerned eyes and breathed out shakily.
"He is here, the Nogitsune is here."
Climbing out of his car, Charlie fixed the shades on his eyes and quickly locked his car. Straightening his leather jacket, he glanced around the empty parking lot before making his way over to the elevators. Inside the metal cabin he pressed the right number that was supposed to take him to the top floor, he leaned back and patiently waited. The trip took a few moments and when he was in the right floor, he pulled the door open and was instantly greeted by the owner of the loft and the whole building.
"Do tell me, Derek, how much do you want for one of the lofts? I could do well with my own places if I'm going to stick around here for a while." Charlie smirked, pulling the shades from his eyes and entered the loft.
Derek stood tense a few steps in front of the elevator, watching the Boyer closely. He knew not to be fooled by the easy-going persona of Charles Boyer and to brush him off as someone that wasn't deadly dangerous. Following every step that Charlie took, Derek couldn't help himself, but feel his annoyance growing. He had a history with the Boyer family. Back at school, he and Charlie used to be almost like best friends, but then he had found out that the Boyer family were working with the Argents and even if Derek knew that they weren't responsible for his family's death, the anger was still there.
"I also would expect an old friend's discount." Charlie added, flopping down on Derek's couch and crossing his feet on the table in front of him.
"What are you doing here?" Derek snapped, watching Charlie roll his eyes.
"I told you, I'm inquiring about an apartment here." He answered as a matter of fact, making Derek growl.
"Piss off, Charlie. What is the real reason for this unpleasant interaction?" Derek growled, taking a threatening step towards the other man, who simply shrugged with a smirk appearing on his lips.
"Oh, are you still mad about the whole Argent thing? I didn't do anything wrong, clearly different from you." Charlie smirked and removed his legs from the table top, leaning forward. "Do tell, was fucking Kate rewarding enough knowing that she was using you to kill your family?" he asked, making Derek's eyes shine blue instantly. "Okay, okay." He laughed with his hands raised in a surrender motion. "I get it, it's a no-no topic. But if I may the last comment, it really is a shame that she killed your family and then Peter murdered Laura. Your sister was hot, what a waste." He sighed remorsefully, and Derek growled again, marching to Charlie who didn't even move an inch.
In a second, Derek had his hand around Charlie's neck, his features changed into a werewolf's. "What do you want, Charlie? And I suggest you watch your words closely." Derek growled, but it seemed as if Charlie wasn't fazed by his behaviour at all because that smirk was still on his face.
"I would… b-but you're-'re re-restic-ting my ai-air ways." He managed, and Derek took in a deep breath, squeezed his old friend's neck one more time before releasing him. Coughing slightly, Charlie rubbed his neck before looking back to Derek. "You know, I always knew you had anger issues, but this is no way to treat a friend." He mumbled before straightening up and brushing his fingers through his dark hair.
"We are not friends." Derek shot back to Charlie, who just waved his hand as if he couldn't care less about Derek's words before clearing his throat.
"I admit, this visit isn't only about catching up with old friend and looking for an apartment. I'm also here to discuss one murderous fox wearing the face of a teenager." Charlie said and Derek instantly tensed.
"How do you know about Stiles?" He asked, and Charlie shrugged innocently before leaning back into the couch.
"Simply, he met my niece in Eichen and is now terrorizing her." He said, meeting Derek's eyes.
Derek remembered Olivia Boyer from when he was a teenager. He remembered her as a little girl and then after coming back to Beacon Hills, he met her as a teenager. She had no idea who he was and what was his history with her family and Derek always kept his distance away from her. But he also used to keep an eye on her, making sure that she wasn't going to get killed while in the midst of the supernatural trouble that had been happening around her. He wasn't sure how much she knew of the supernatural world and whether she even had any powers, considering that her father was a simple human. He didn't really understand how Charlie's kind got their powers and how everything worked because they were always protective of their secrets.
"And you want to do what about it?" Derek questioned the other guy with a calm voice. He knew that Charlie was impulsive, and he had to tread this topic carefully.
"Oh, you know me, Derek. I'm the black sheep of my family and I always chose the quickest and most efficient ways to deal with a problem." Charlie laughed lightly before meeting Derek's eyes and stating seriously. "I want to kill Stiles."
A/N: So here is chapter 11 of "Voice"! I hope you liked it, quite a few things have happened in this chapter and some things were revealed. So, I'd really like to know what you've thought!
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