Hello again! In case it wasn't clear, Anna turned someone last chapter. Clearly I have some writing problems and should edit that... Anyways, this chapter is long. Boring at the beginning but I promise it's worth it at the end. I do not own Teen Wolf, only Anna.
"Can you guys let me go now?" I tugged at the chains with my arms, as I sat in a cross-legged position while Scott and Derek sat on Derek's bed, fiddling with a gun.
"No." They said in unison.
I rolled my eyes.
"You turned Officer Haig. Now Sebastian and James are going to kill him…" Scott pointed to the door.
"Although he did kind of deserve it after trying to murder Parrish." Derek added, fiddling with a hand gun some more as he stood up.
"That was my logic." I smirked.
"Still wrong. I bet he'd rather spend a lifetime in jail as oppose to being staked by vampires."
"I get it, Scott."
Blah blah blah. That's all he ever said.
"No you don't!" He rose from the bed and jabbed a finger at me, "You're hurting people. I know you, Anna. You're my cousin. You would never do this. As soon as this is all over and you turn your emotions back on you'll be devasted."
I shook my head.
He arched a brow.
"I'm not turning them back on."
Scott let out an almost frustrated laughed, turning around to face away from me.
"What?" I asked, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing."
I groaned, swinging my head back in frustration and boredom.
The theme song to Spiderman filled the room. Scott pulled out his phone, pulling it to his ear. "Hey," He said casually.
Derek mouthed "Who is it," Not being able to hear.
It was Stiles, I already knew that from the frantic babbling.
"My Dad…" He panted, "He found them… all three of them."
Scott's eyes widened. "Woah, Stiles, Slow down. What happened?"
"I was just with Lydia and we were looking at the board…"
He was with Lydia? I thought Lydia was going home.
"…you know the board in my room with all the Benefactor info?"
"Yes." Scott hissed, "Spit it out Stiles."
"Well anyways, I guess that doesn't really relate, me being with Lydia."
"Stiles!" Scott attempted to snap Stiles out of his verbal diarrhea.
"Okay! So she had this …feeling. Preminition, you could say. And you know, her banshee predictions and all, we weren't going to take that feeling for granted. I was about to call you when my Dad phoned and said that something weird was going on with one of his Deputy's."
I listened closer.
"Haig?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?"
Scott turned to me, his eyes locking with mine. "I had a feeling."
"So they were about to lock him up overnight and then he started freaking out, complaining that his head hurt and he was hungry. And then he started snapping at some of the other officers and— Oh my God…."
"Stiles, continue, please. This is painful."
"OH MY GOD WHAT DID SHE DO?"
I sighed.
"Long story." Scott dismissed, "Now go on."
"God I didn't even think of that…. Oh my…."
"Stiles, just tell us."
Derek eyed me.
Stiles continued. "Okay, so they thought he was insane he wouldn't stop screaming. He tried biting one of the auxiliary police. So they took him to Eichen house for the night until they figure out what to do with him."
"And then what?"
"And then Brunski found them dead in his room." He said in a serious tone.
"Them?" Scott rubbed his temples, "What to do you mean by them?"
Stiles let out a long drawn out sigh. "Scott, umm, I don't know what happened but Brunski found Haig, Sebastian and James all dead in his room. All three of them with stakes in their chests. They were carved specifically for killing someone."
Scott's face dropped.
"What? What happened?" Derek asked his eyes darting from me to Scott. Damn, he really was turning human.
"What? What… What do you mean specifically for killing someone?"
Stiles took a long pause. "I mean it's the benefactor. Both James and Sebastian were on the list, and I'm sure the murderer didn't mind adding one more to the list."
"Stiles, I'll call you back later." Scott bit his lip, putting his phone away.
I hated to admit it, but some part of me did feel something about their death. Not only was I a tad scared for my future, but the future of other innocent teenagers they turned.
My train of almost-emotions caused me to forget that a defenseless grown man and a werewolf teenager that I was related to were standing in front of me.
"I can't even look at you," he said with such anger, that he had to turn away from me. I caught the hint of red glow in his eyes before he turned away from me in frustrations. While I had no emotions, his were all over the place. I could smell the anger, the anxiousness, the sadness, and the worrisome.
"I'm sorry." I shrugged.
"No you aren't." Derek shook his head, pulling the magazine out of his gun and sitting on the bed. "But you will be."
I snatched up a yellow flyer off of the school floor. In order to stay in the loop and to be knowledgeable about the Benefactor, I had to be around the pack, which meant attending school, as much as I despised it.
The yellow paper advertised a bonfire occurring tonight to celebrate the lacrosse team. It was taking place just beside the school, a place in the forest, which didn't sound that smart considering trees are flammable… It was in a clearing, right by the school, just a few yards over so we wouldn't get in trouble but so they could use the school's power. The flyer informed the students of a prohibition, but obviously that wouldn't stop anybody.
The more alcohol there is, the better it is. Teachers weren't attending, no parental guardians; it was all hosted by students.
As I walked by students, I could pick up their gossip of their excitement for tonight.
Without delay, I decided I would attend it too. The whole pack would be there, there's free booze, music, dancing sweaty bodies, so why not?
I smiled to myself. Tonight was going to be insane, I could feel it.
Several hours later, I walked out of my house dressed in tightly fitting clothes. They were my usual as of late attire, heels, black jeans, a busty and colorful top, paired with some jewelry.
Coming home met facing Scott and even Melissa. Melissa didn't talk to me. She reacted the same way she did with Stiles when he was possessed, only, I wasn't possessed. This was actually me. And it would be from now on. That's why I made the decision to leave later tomorrow, after I recovered from my intoxicated state I would probably be in a few hours.
The encounter with them was extremely awkward.
After filling the lock with my key that fit the front door, I opened it.
"Anna," I paused at the distressed tone of voice my name was called in, rising my head to meet the person in front of me.
Melissa.
She was just putting on her left shoe, dressed in fuchsia colored scrubs with her hair tied up. Her nervous heartbeat filled my ears.
I nodded in response, keeping my head down, but still looking at her.
Her bottom lip jutted out, quivering in reaction to my unknown arrival back home. I wouldn't be here for long, and I was hoping she wouldn't be here, but I needed fresh clothes.
I quickly strided past her, avoiding any further conversation. Our shoulders lightly touched as I moved around her, which resulted in a questioning glance from her. I ignored it, feeling her eyes on me as I shuffled to my bedroom.
My clothes were folded neatly on the foot of my bed, the smell of fabric softener and detergent filling the room. It was adorable how she still cared. All I cared was that the jeans I planned to wear were cleaned. I split the pile, pulling out my black skinnies.
My door, which I thought was shut, creaked open.
I winced, turning around.
"Scott," I acknowledged, looking at the infuriated alpha.
My sight fell to his clenching fists. "Why are you here?"
"Change of clothes," I replied.
He exhaled through his nostrils.
"I'll be going soon," I reassured.
His eyebrows drew together. Without replying, he pivoted, returning to the isolate hallway.
"And I won't be coming back." I continued, without looking at him.
The tension in the room relaxed. I could see him pause, probably from sadness, but then he continued to stomp off.
It was for the best, truly. For them and for myself. No nagging from them about how I shouldn't feed on people, no burden on them from me killing people.
As I walked through the forest I could just hear the sound of the bonfire yards away. There were colorful strobe lights streaming through the gaps in the trees and I could already smell the booze and cigarette smoke.
There were people stumbling into the highly foliaged area as I got closer to the clearing. There was a bright, dancing, orange, flame in the middle of the clearing. It had a cyclone shaped medal barrier around it. People dumped random things like pallets and logs, or bottles with made the air reek of burnt plastic. There were at least 300 people, not including the DJ's and a few security guards. The stage was set up just beside the school, but not on its grounds so we wouldn't get in trouble. A huge sign read 'Beacon Hills Cyclones'.
I spotted Liam sitting on a picnic table with Mason a few meters away, sipping on a flask. He didn't spot me because I was encompassed in a wave of drunk teenagers.
Malia was in the middle of the bouncing crowd, twirling around with a silver flask in her hands, by herself, I might add. Scott was lurking in the corner, being his usual creepy self and scanning the crowd. To avoid him, I moved further into the crowd, maneuvering myself through the sweat ridden teens. I spotted a boy and a girl in the middle of the crowd, literally stumbling over each other. It seemed the drunkest and highest were in the middle, and it radiated out.
Smirking to myself, I moved straight for them.
"WOOO!" the girl yelled in my face, sending a strong sent of spiced rum my way.
I cringed, but started to dance with her, the guy behind me. I was body to body with everyone. We were encompassed in darkness except for the bright orange light and the strobe lights. Taking one last look at Scott and Liam, and even Malia, I turned to my new prey. She screamed again, I smiled, and started to shift my face in order to feed.
She didn't even hesitate when my teeth pierced her tanned skin. She just laughed. And laughed. And laughed. There was no way they would remember this in the morning. She started moving towards the guy, and I moved with her, slurping up the warm liquid, letting it fill my body and give me power.
Human blood made me so much stronger.
When I was full, and she looked tired, I stopped, wiping my mouth with her arm. She fell into the boys arms, and they continued to dance, the girl barely still conscious. I grabbed the red cup out of the girls hand, and took a taste of it. Enjoying its taste, I took another swig, and another.
I screamed in excitement, throwing the red solo cup onto the floor and throwing my fists up in the air.
I could see Scott was talking to Malia now, but she didn't give her much of his attention. She just danced like there was no tomorrow, which is what we all should have been doing.
A guy fell on top of me, but I pushed him back towards his friend. That was my cue to dance out of the crowd, which took a good few minutes.
"Anna!" I turned to my voice being called as I made it out of the mob.
"Liam," I replied, running a hand through my hair.
He looked scared, excited, and nervous all at the same time.
Instead of saying anything further, he just stared at me, bug eyed, while the lights from the DJ's table danced off the white numbers on his jersey.
My lips tightened into a line, giving him an awkward smile from afar.
He glanced at Scott, taking a swig of whatever was in his hand, and then looked back to me when he saw he was still talking to Malia.
He was going to tell Scott I was here. I rolled my eyes, and stomped towards him when he pulled out his phone.
"Dude," Mason pointed out, "What are you doing. We're at one of the biggest party's of the year and you're texting."
"Yeah," I added, taking the phone out of Liam's hand and putting it on the seat beside Mason. I sat on the table beside Liam and wrapped my arm around him, the other on Mason's shoulder. "It's a party, enjoy it," I yelled over the music.
Liam's eyes darted away from me, and then back.
"Listen," I yelled, moving my lips to Liam's ear so only he would hear. "Don't tell Scott I was here."
"Why?" Liam screamed back, raising his face up to mine.
We were scary close, so I scooched closer to Mason.
I leaned my head towards him, keeping my eyes downcast to the floor. "I'm leaving tonight. I don't want him lecturing me before I go."
He frowned. Honestly, he looked like a little boy who just got told Santa wasn't real.
"Why are you leaving?" He questioned, just as they changed the song.
This song contained more bass and more techno, which made the crowd scream later and made it additionally added to the difficulty of talking.
I opened my mouth, ready to lie, when I saw Liam's hand tighten around the flask in his hand. It had some witty joke on it like the one's you'd find at a dollar store. I tightened my grip around his shoulder, pulling him towards me as I let go of Mason and grabbed the cup with my other hand. "Whatcha drinking there Liam?"
He shrugged.
I removed my arm from him and opened the bottle, sniffing it. Vodka. I took a swig of it.
"Woah!" I said in response, placing it back in his hands.
I stepped off the bench, facing them. I did a little jog on spot.
"Ever been drunk before Liam?" I grinned.
"No," They both replied.
I grinned wider.
Several minutes later, I got him to chug at least four beers and the rest of his flask. I may have lost by emotions, but I didn't lose the ability to have fun.
His jersey was drenched in alcohol, and after finishing the last beer, he made a little 'woo'ing noise and shook his head, sweat falling off.
I smirked. "Well, my work here is done."
I moved my right foot, ready to pivot, but Liam collapsing to the ground and releasing a fit of groans made me turn back. He clutched the sides of his head and made a moaning sound.
Now while I normally wouldn't care, I actually went to help him because I started to feel it too. I hadn't drunk that much at all, and I was definitely not a light weight. I wasn't even sure I could get drunk. I just wanted to dance my ass off.
My head started to spin, images started to blur, splitting into two, even three, and I felt weak, which is the opposite of what I should feel after a good feed.
I sat on the bench, opposite to Liam, and Malia joined me seconds later with Scott, who seemed fine. Malia not so much. She looked like she was going to projectile vomit any second.
Mason tried to help Liam, who was still clutching his head and moaning, and Scott rubbed Malia's back, but didn't pay attention to her. He just looked around for the source of this mysterious.
I attempted to as well, but it was difficult when you saw two of everything.
"How much has he had to drink?" Scott yelled over the music, pointing to his beta.
"Not enough to get him like this." Mason shrugged.
I curled into a fetal position, closing my eyes and listening to their conversation as my migraine grew stronger.
"Something's happening; we need to get them out of here." Scott dictated. "I think we're going… ugh… have to… umm…"
I looked up. Scott closed his eyes, attempting to balance himself on the table.
"How much did you drink?" Mason made a face.
"Nothing." Scott's eyes fluttered. "Not even a ssssiiiip."
I closed my eyes, moving back into my fetal position as I tried to drown out the noise.
That horrible noise.
Techno music was the worst when you have a headache. The bass vibrated through my chest, sending me into a fit of shivers. It seemed to get louder and louder. The buzzing and all the high pitched noises… not good when you have supernatural hearing.
"It's not the drinks." Scott deduced, a shocked expression covering him. "It's the music. I have to…. I have to turn off. The music…" He gulped, "Don't let them out of your sight."
I looked up, and Scott was gone.
I just wanted this vibration in my skull to leave. This annoying high-pitched buzzing sound to seize, but it only seemed to worsen with each passing circled the table, making sure all of us were okay.
"Let's go." My head jolted towards two security guards who were now hauling a half-conscious Liam away from us.
"What are you doing?" Mason objected. "He's my friend."
The bald-headed security guard placed a firm hand on Mason's chest, pushing him back. "Your friends are overly intoxicated. They need to be escorted out."
When I felt a pair of unfamiliar hands pick up me, I didn't resist. I was just happy I didn't have to carry my own weight anymore. They carried me a few steps, my heels dragging along the grassy floor.
"Okay," Mason tried to help, "I'll go with them."
"That won't be necessary," I heard my guard call.
"I said they're my friends!" He demurred.
There was a loud thud, and I wasn't surprised when my body was carried around the picnic table to see Mason on the floor, with an infuriated look on his face.
It seemed like a dream. Unfortunately, instead of being carried away from the music, we were hauled closer towards it. When I heard doors shut, I raised my head.
We had entered the school.
The guard released me, and my body fell to the floor with a light thud, along with Malia's and Liam's.
It was too painful to look up, but I could sense Scott was near.
I tried to focus my vision, but there was no use, even if I tried to employ my supernatural abilities. It only worsened my headache, making me weaker and fatigued.
There were a series of groans, a menacing laugh from one of the guards, and moans from my former friends next to me.
When I heard the music shut down, and the buzzing of electricity buzz off, I relaxed. It was so blissful to hear silence, despite the hundreds of teens that harmoniously "aww"-ed outside.I heard a security guard scream in pain, and I crouched onto all fours, slowly rising when I saw Derek and Braeden walking into the school through another door. Scott pulled himself up on one of the lockers. He reeked of gasoline, and he was soaking wet from head to toe.
Another assassin, assumedly.
His eyes darted from Malia and Liam, to the fight that was now occurring between three security guards and the dynamic duo, to me.
His eyes glowed red in the dimly lit hallway of the school.
Mine burned brightly back.
This was my chance to run for it. To never come back. In a matter of seconds, I thought of a plan. I didn't want to be here anymore. It was hell. I would go home, pack a duffel back, leave a note— as cliché as that is— and they would leave me alone for good. Where would I run? I don't know. I hadn't thought that far.
When Scott sprinted to help his friends, I sprinted in the opposite direction.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. Stiles, of course. I rolled my eyes to myself and shove my phone back in my pocket. He texted me saying he knew who the benefactor was. It was a hook to get my attention, but it wasn't working. If they knew who it was, they could kill them, thus easing my planned escape tonight. He texted me every day, expecting I would reply back. But I hadn't.
And I wouldn't.
I took my phone back out of my jean pocket and tossed my phone in the sink, that was full of dishes and dirty water.
There was an electrical noise and a bright light, but then it buzzed off.
I tossed my house key into the little bowl on the side table by the door and dropped my hand-written note in it, explaining my absence and why they never had to look for me again. It wasn't long, maybe a hundred words.
I grabbed my large backpack, one that Melissa used when she used to hike, and opened the door. After stepping out, I zipped up my light jacket. The clouds hung low in the sky, gray and ominous, signifying a rainfall soon.
Once I stepped out of the house and onto the cold concrete, I took a long glance back at the house. I would never see this house again. I was content with that. I didn't give a rat's ass if I never saw my former friends and family again.
I shut the large door behind me, walking down the few steps that led to the driveway. My heels clicked against the hard cement, echoing throughout the quiet street. Everyone was either in bed, or finishing up at the bonfire.
This was a renaissance for me. A new beginning. As soon as my feet touched the forest floor, I picked up my walking into a light jog. I wasn't headed anywhere in particular. I would jog until I was far enough from Beacon Hills that they couldn't catch my scent, and then I would grab the nearest motel when I got weary and spend the night.
I moved my gaze in front of me. It was beautiful how the moonlight filtered through the trees. There was a light mist in the dense forest, which seemed to expand as I got deeper into the woods. The wind wailed between distorted tree trunks, making many cyclones with the fog. There was a low rumble in the sky, which earned an exasperated look from me.
I wasn't surprised when a light drizzle started to fall from the sky, dampening my perfectly, dry, styled hair.
Crack.
My head whipped to the left.
There was a senior boy from BHHS stumbling through the woods, breaking tree branches and vomiting whenever he had the chance to stop.
I observed the short boy as he paused to lean over and puke whatever was left in his body into an unfortunate pile of shrubs. He was in a worse state then the girl earlier.
Blood. I smelled blood.
You'd think I'd get full after feeding so much more then I was regular too, but it only made me hungrier, yearning for my blood and power. He groaned, rubbing his head. I saw the red liquid on his forehead glisten in the light of the moon.
My fangs extended and I felt my eyes burn a hazardous red.
He didn't seem to notice when I dropped my bags and whizzed over to him.
He spat up copious amounts of internal fluids before turning to me. "Wha…" His nasally voice started. "Where am I?" He asked, wiping his face with his jersey sleeve.
I didn't dither. I just went for it, dipping my teeth into his collar. He didn't scream, just made gagging noise. It was repulsive, but worth it for my reward. I could practically taste the alcohol in his blood.
He pushed me off of him, and collapsed on the floor, heaving everywhere once again.
I groaned with irritation.
He crawled away from me. I wasn't sure if he understood what was going on, or if he would remember it. I grimaced as he heaved again.
"Get up." I ordered, kneeling down to his height."I'm hungry," I whined.
"No," he objected, vomiting again.
How was there possible anything left in his body?
I glared at him. I picked him up by the collar of his jersey and whizzed him and I over to the nearest tree. His back hit the bark with a loud thud, and he coughed.
I moved my head to his neck again, holding him up a few inches off the ground because he clearly didn't have the strength to hold himself.
"ANNA."
Too... Many... Interruptions…
I dropped his barely conscious body.
"What?" I yelled back.
It was Scott. Of course it was Scott. His eyes glowed red in anger.
When I saw a bright, perilous, golden brown a few feet away, I knew Liam was with him, already shifted. He let out a low growl.
I exhaled angrily through my nostrils.
"You need to stop." He warned.
I smirked, taking a step towards the boy again. "And what if I don't?" I taunted.
I watched patches of hair inhumanly grow across his face. He bared his canines at me. I ignored his forewarning and picked up the small senior's body again. He moaned again. But that didn't stop me from slamming him against the tree and biting him again.
When Scott's body slammed into mine pieces of dark flesh came with us. I spat it out as we tumbled down a small hill.
He pinned me down, restraining my arms with his claws.
I had to admit, Scott was pretty intimidating. When he raised a claw to slash me, I actually shielded my face.
His hand came crashing down, leaving deep gashes across my torso.
I let out an ear piercing scream.
"Don't!" Liam balked, sprinting over to us, sending clouds of mist our way. Scott's head turned to his beta. "Don't hurt her! Scott, the plan. Don't do it!"
Of course they had a plan.
I managed to slip out of the alpha's grasp as he listened to Liam's protest. An explosion of pain rippled throughout as I rose to my feet. The scratch stung, and it wouldn't heal because it was a werewolf's claws.
Liam held out a cautious hand. "Anna, don't," His furry brows moved down his face in a pleading expression.
There was a loud roar beside me.
Scott dusted himself off, and trudged my way.
I tried to bolt, but he gripped my forearm before I could.
"Agh!" I screamed in protest.
His face shifted back in a beseeching gesture. "Anna," He said normally, no longer wolfed out. "This isn't you."
"It is Scott," I replied, shifting back to my normal form as well. Maybe if I played nice they would let me go. "Please, just let me go."
Why did I have to stop for a snack?
Stupid 'ripper' hunger.
He shook his head. "Just come back to Derek's loft with me. We'll lock you up, figure this out."
I snatched my arm away from his grasp the second he unclenched. "I'm not getting chained up and tortured!"
"You don't even want to try to get better?" Liam asked from behind.
I shook my head, frowning slightly.
"We'll compromise. Just calm down and come back." Scott's voice cracked.
"No," I shot down, stomping off.
"Anna!" He called back. "You're hurting people. I can't let you do that."
"I don't care!" My hands flew up in the air for emphasis and I gave Scott a pleading look. "Don't you get it, Scott? I don't care. I don't care if I hurt people, I don't care if they die. I'm hungry. Now leave me the hell alone."
"This isn't you, Anna!" His face was heartbreaking, and I couldn't tell if his eyes were teared up or if it was just the moonlight glistening on his chocolaty irises.
"It is now." My grave expression sent him in anger mode. I pivoted, the leaves piled on the forest floor crunching beneath my heels. "Now leave me alone."
"Anna…" He said my name with such sorrow that it caused me to turn back around. He saw that as his second chance. "You are my sister. I'm your big brother. I'm looking out for you, no matter what. That includes you turning into some kind of," he searched the air for the right word, frustration fueling him. "— Murderous leech."
"Don't call me that." I snarled.
"Leech." He repeated.
I hissed, shifting, and pounced at him.
It was like he expected it, because he quickly dodged my pounce and tossed me onto the damp greenery. He held me by my throat.
I punched him square in the jaw, which caused him to bleed a little and release me.
"Liam!" he screamed. "A little help here!"
Before Liam could even start to approach me, I booked it for my bags. I escaped from their sight and hid behind a tree near my belongings. Scott was rubbing his jaw, groaning as he stood up, and Liam sniffed the air, his yellow eyes scanning the area.
Once I saw that the coast was clear, I turned back around to my bags. I kept my eyes on them, but moved my hand out to reach the backpack. Instead of reaching a rain-soaked backpack I was met with warmth.
Human touch. I slowly churned my head in the direction of the bags.
There was a hand already grasping the left strap of the pack.
My gaze rose.
"Stiles," I publicized to myself.
My hand retreated.
My former boyfriend (actually we never really clarified that, not that it mattered now) stood in front of me, profusely blinking as he stared at me. As if I wasn't real. He was dressed in his usual attire, jeans, sneakers, a plaid shirt, and the rain had caused his hair to fall over his forehead, droplets racing down the side of his face and falling at his jaw line. He licked his lips, his eyes darting anywhere but at me.
"You feel that?" Scott said from behind me, my head rotated to him and Liam, who were just trotting towards us. "It's emotion, Anna. Let it in."
"No." I objected before he could finish. "No." but I couldn't deny it. I couldn't deny the little flutter I felt in my chest when I saw his face, when I felt his touch. I couldn't refute the fact that I was still lingering to hear his voice. Maybe that's why I listened to all the voicemails.
"That's it." Scott yelled, stomping towards me. "I'm done playing nice." He moved in front of me, startling both Stiles and I, and placed his brawn claws on my chest. "Turn your emotions on, Anna. Or so help me God I will—"
"Or what?" I interrupted, cocking my head as I raised my voice to match his. The flutter in my chest had fleeted once again.
He slowly started to curl his fingers, his claws slowly sinking into my skin.
I winced, making a pained noise.
"Or I'll make you turn them on."
"How?!" I yelled louder, mostly in anger as oppose to curiosity, "What will you do Scott?"
He growled as he raised his bloody hand to my neck. I coughed in response, gagging as he cut off my only airway. I tried to gasp for any last breath of air as he raised me in the air, my feet no longer touching the ground. I scraped his forearm with my nails, trying to remove his hand from my throat.
"Wait!" Stiles said, cautiously holding out a hand towards us, "Wait, Scott," he pleaded, "Just wait."
There was some silent conversation that I couldn't see, but he dropped me to the ground, and I remained there, looking up at the cloudy sky as I tried to catch my breath again.
All three of them leaned over me, Stiles the closest. I clutched my neck with both hands, still gasping.
He kneeled down on one knee, and I raised my head to see him.
We were silent for a few seconds, the only noise being my coughing fits from lack of air and the senior boy still spewing his guts out yards over, as well as the light rain that was now picking up.
"I hate you."
Stiles' forwardness startled everyone.
I widened my eyes, propping myself up as I looked at him.
"I hate you." He repeated, his eyes creasing together. "I hate you, Anna. I'm ashamed of you. I'm ashamed I ever knew you. Your behavior is embarrassing and insufferable."
I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.
"I've never liked you." He continued.
"Stop it," I warned, sitting up.
He stood up, looking down on me.
"It's true, Anna," He awkwardly shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets.
I placed my hands into the muddy floor, hoisting myself up. I dusted my hands off of each other and stepped towards Stiles.
"I love Lydia." He added, "I've only ever loved Lydia. You know that."
"You're lying," I spat, leaning closer to him.
Were the tears in his eyes caused from sadness or anger?
"I. Hate. You." He drew out the words, pausing between each one for emphasis.
"Stop it!" I screamed. He was lying. How could he hate me? We were together. He was there for me, I was there for him. He called me every day, he cared about me. I cared about him. I shut my eyes. "Stop it, you're lying."
"I'm in love with Lydia."
"STOP IT!" I threatened, whizzing over to him.
He flinched at first, but leaned even closer to me, spitting the words out. "I never want to see you again."
I clenched my fists together in anger. I grinded my teeth in response. I tried to contain every little part of me that didn't care, but I did. Some part of me did care.
"I never want to see you again; I never want to look at you again." He sniffed, "If I ever see your face in this town again—" His words hung in the air, waiting to be spoken, but he couldn't say them. His head dropped, and he sniffed again, kicking a pile of dirt with his white sneakers. "Leave." He told me, "Leave right now. Don't come back, don't call me, and don't talk to Scott—"
I turned back to Scott, who just stared back at me, arms folded across his chest. It was hard to read the emotion behind his facial expressions.
"It'll be like you never existed," he repeatedly kicked the dirt with his feet.
"Stiles, please." I pleaded, "Stop it. Stop lying."
I was pretty sure I was only fooling myself now, thinking that he was lying. He spoke the truth, at least I assumed so. I had never seen Stiles speak like this to anyone, and I never in a million years thought he would be telling me he hated me.
"Goodbye, Anna."
He spun on his heel, ready to leave without even a last glance at me.
He hated me.
Stiles Stilinski hated me, someone who, in the past, used to fill me with so much now I was watching him walk away from me like some sappy romance movie, only it was deeper than that. This had meaning. But, you know, the heavy raining and the crying was all there.
"Stiles!" I hollered after him, raising my hand like a New Yorker would for a taxi. "Wait, Stiles, please." My voice went shallow, almost inaudible.
And then, it happened.
The world collapsed around me as I fell to my knees. The dam of emotions had broken, and I felt everything. Every single thing. I felt trapped, in this sorrowful darkness. The rain fell heavy around me as my body fell into the mud. It was like a wave of depression and pain, a cloud of numbness that seemed to float around me but never lift.
It hurt, like an explosion of tenderness followed by a rippling effect of torture I had caused myself.
Everything came crashing down on me, and I couldn't help but cry. "Oh my God..." I covered my mouth with both hands, in disbelief at my own actions." It all came rushing back, like a terrifying, previously forgotten nightmare.
Stiles came sprinting back at the same time Scott and Liam came running towards me, all looming over my fragile body.
This was a million times worse than turning my emotions off. I never wished this upon anyone.
"Those people!" I cried, shivering in the pouring rain. Stiles grabbed my body, putting his plaid shirt over my shoulders. I fell into his chest the second his warmth touched me. I felt Liam's hands— I think they were Liam's— on my back, and Scott held my wrists that were clutched close to my face, as if that would shield away the pain I had caused myself. "I killed them. All those people I hurt!" I hiccupped. Spit started to swell in my mouth, or maybe it was the falling rain.
I started to tremble.
I don't know what was happening, or if this was even possible, but I started to have some form of a seizure.
My body shook, and I couldn't control it.
"Her side!" Stiles yelled over the loud rain, "Put her on her side." Scott grabbed one shoulder, while Liam grabbed the other, and they pushed me onto my left side. My legs flung violently in the air. Liam tried to hold them down, while Scott tried to hold my arms still.
Stiles was by my head, cupping his hands around my face. He was asking me something, but I couldn't even recognize the words that exited his mouth.
I couldn't even face him. I couldn't look at those beautiful brown eyes again and know that he hated me, that he thought I was a murderer, that he saw me as some kind of sick animal.
"I'm sorry," I whispered over and over, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." My eyes shut tightly, and I prayed to never re-open them, to die right here.
"It's okay," He replied. I didn't even think he would hear me.
"I'm sorry." I couldn't help but cry while the shaking still continued. I'm sorry didn't cut it. 'I'm sorry' wouldn't bring back those people's lives. 'I'm sorry' wouldn't vanish the memories of me hurting innocent people.
"The guy," I tried to re-inform them.
"Huh?" They were confused at my words, both Scott and Stiles cocking their heads.
It was difficult to form speech. My tongue felt numb and all the letters in my head were jumbled together, like I was dyslexic. I gulped. "The guy, help him!"
"Oh!" Liam shrieked, standing up and releasing my legs, "She means Ian!"
I tried to nod, but Stiles' hands around my face prevented that.
"Go," Scott dictated, violently waving one of his hands towards the other boy.
I heard Liam sprint off, and my legs continued to swing around again, splashing mud everywhere.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." I kept trying to shut my eyes tighter, hoping that that would somehow block out the horrendous images. It only made them worst. I just kept rethinking back to when I snapped those necks, all three of them, those two men who stopped to help me and Haig when I turned him.
Even recalling Scott's sickening crack of the wrist sent shivers through my body.
I must have fed off of at least a handful of teenagers.
I didn't even heal that girl at the bonfire with my own blood; she could be bleeding to death for all I know. I was too busy trying to have fun and getting Liam drunk.
Thunder started to rumble in the sky, and we were now drenched in rain.
"Are you okay?" Scott yelled over the forming storm.
I hadn't even noticed that I'd stopped shaking. When I looked down at my body, I saw that I was still, despite slightly sinking into the mud. Scott's hands were reassuringly on one of my thighs while the other was on my arm.
I just stared at him, still blubbering in the rain.
Stiles asked me something but, once again, I just couldn't hear him. Seconds later I deduced that he asked me if I could stand or something along those lines, because he rose from the ground and held out two muddy hands, which I took accordingly.
When I stood, I rested my right shoulder on the middle of his chest while he rested his chin on my head and wrapped his left arm around my body.
"All that stuff I did…" I tried to say over the rain.
"Anna—" he started.
"No," I shook my head, "No. You don't know what else I did. I did things. Bad things." I started to weep again. I raised my hands to my face, blubbering into them, although I felt the urge to scream into them.
Scott stepped into my point of view. "We'll figure it out Anna just—"
"No," I replied weakly, although it came out muffled due to my hands in front of my mouth. "I killed people." I tried to emphasize, stepping away from Stiles. "Do you get that? I killed innocent people!"
"Well, actually, none of them were innocent." Stiles added.
Scott shot him a displeased look.
I started pacing, back and forth, towards them, away from them.
I ran a hand through my long, damp, hair. "You don't understand. They're dead. I can still remember what it feels like to snap their necks. The pleasure I felt from draining their bodies…"
"Anna!" Scott tried to calm me, "Just—"
"No Scott!" I screamed, "No!" I shielded him away.
"Hey," He stepped towards me, I retreated.
He cautiously held out his hands.
A grave look spread across my face. I couldn't look at Scott, I know he was trying to help but I just felt like fleeing, making a break for it.
He wrapped his hands around both of my wrist as I tried to tug, protesting over and over as the tears kept falling. "No no no…" I cried. "I did this— I can't..."
"Listen to me!" He implored, "Just listen to me."
I shook my head, briefly shutting my eyes for a moment. I could sense Stiles next to me, assessing the situation.
"Anna, just listen. The emotions are overwhelming you, I get that. You just have to focus on being calm. Just focus on my voice."
"No I can't! I can't, Scott I can't." I gently tried to tug my wrists away as I shook my head from side to side again.
"Yes, you can." He vocalized louder.
My lips curled as I looked up at my cousin. No, my big brother. I didn't know what to do. I was so conflicted. I wasn't the most rational person right now, I get that, and what I was about to do would make them hate me, or love me. Who knows? I just couldn't take this overwhelming amount of pressure. I couldn't take living while knowing I had murdered three, and harmed several, including Scott, and the worst part, I couldn't handle knowing that I felt extreme joy doing it. I couldn't believe I let hunger consume me. I couldn't believe i just completely shut out my humanity, allowing bloodlust to take over.
"I'm sorry…" I mourned, giving him a pleading face. I turned to Stiles, my wrists still in Scott's firm grip. "I'm sorry," I wept to him now. He just tilted his head, as his lips slowly parted in confusion.
When Scott shot me the bemused expression I anticipated, I slipped from his grip, sprinted to the nearest tree, despite their protesting hollers at me, and I raised my hand to feel the rough, wet bark.
It's like everything from here on out was in slow motion. They knew what I was going to do.
I broke off a thick branch. Its audible crack seemed to echo, even in this appalling weather. I placed the jagged end of the branch in the middle of torso. I closed my eyes, flushing out the trepidation as I filled myself with serenity.
This, and werewolves, were the only two things that would kill me.
This wouldn't make up for those lives, and in no way would it come close to redeeming them. I just couldn't take this surging rush of emotions bursting throughout me. I couldn't focus, I couldn't stay still, I couldn't even live with myself.
I shut my eyes, filling myself with happy thoughts like my family and friends while I attempted to drown out Stiles', Scott's, and even Liam's pleading protests. Readjusting the jagged edge once more, I relaxed.
In one swift movement, I shoved one of the only deadly weapons to a vampire straight into myself.
So, not my best work, but I tried. I've been so busy lately I'm super sorry this took so long.
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