No one's POV
The house is silent, so silent you could hear a pin hitting the wooden floors. Nothing moves inside the house. Every room completely still. The house would be picture perfect if white sheets didn't cover the furniture; protecting it from the dust hanging thick in the air. The figure sits on the bottom stair long hair piled into disorganized bun curls escaping at every angle. Hands press into their dropped head as if trying to push thoughts and feelings back inside. The soft pattering sound of water hitting against the windows echoes through the empty house.
But there is no rain. The figure lifts their head clear blue eyes once so full of strength now glistening with unshed tears while more roll down her face; her jaw shivers sobs threatening too break loose at any moment. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoes in the house the palms of her hands hitting against her scalp repeatedly. Over and over. A sickly repetitive thud ringing through the house. She wants it to end, so badly she wishes it would end. To not feel herself losing control with every passing second. So desperately wishing to feel human again.
Go on cry you are nothing but a weak girl
She freezes the sound of the words so loud inside her head; her head shaking side too side violent and fast. Hands clamped like vices over her ears trying to block the voice out her nails dig into her scalp small droplets forming like soldiers rising for battle.
"No I'm not weak," her voice is hoarse and rough like a drunk waking up the next morning. The monstrous laughter erupts making her stumble trying to keep herself up right hands still clamped over her ears failing to block the noises out. Trying to run away from the echoing sound.
Weak, pathetic girl! Weak! WEAK!
The voice screams at her. Her feet kick up dust spinning round and round looking for the source of the voice desperate to end it.
"STOP IT!" she screams at thin air dropping her arms to her side. Eyes searching filled with anxiousness to find the voice.
Accept your fate. Become strong like your mother. Come on let's be strong, show them all what we really are
The voice purrs in her ear soft as silk. She stops her eyes no longer searching, a tear still rolling down her cheek. She groans holding her head tightly the band of pain tightening her nails digging into her scalp drawing more blood.
"Shut up," her voice is so quiet.
What was that? I didn't quite hear that
"Shut up," her voice grows louder more anger seeping into it.
Still can't hear you
The voice mocks her again; Sara clenches her fists tightly wanting so badly to smack her own head against the wall repeatedly just to make the voice stop.
"SHUT UP!" she shrieks a few tears escaping the corner of her eyes. The laughter erupts rumbling darkly like thunder inside her head; she turns her head slowly a cold sweat covering her body fear taking over. A fear to look in the mirror behind her. Not wanting to see what will be looking back at her. Sara's eyes widen looking at the girl in the mirror a cocky grin on her face as she looks back at her. The girl waves her hand flicking her long blonde curls over her shoulder, lips grinning wickedly. But her eyes. Those red eyes burrow under Sara's skin she steps back scared of how much power in those eyes.
Hello Sara
She swallows slowly trying to push her fear down as the girl begins to talk. Her words sit in the silent air, every single word ringing in Sara's ears as she listens to her.
Become strong Sara just like your mother. Come on let's be strong, show them all what we really are. All you have to do is let go. Just let go. And let it happen
Could she do it? Let go? Let her other side take over.
It'll be fun
"Only on the full moon," the words leave her mouth before she can stop them. The girl in the mirror grin grows happy with that deal knowing one night is enough for her to let loose and have fun.
It's a deal
She purrs softly her eyes glowing brighter when she says it. The mirror shatters suddenly Sara jumps back pressing her back against the cold wall her breathing shallow and quick all the pain from her head disappearing slowly. Sara sighs sliding down the wall till she hits the floor feeling extremely calm down that she no longer has the voice whispering in her ear. She begins to pick herself up off the floor slowly shuffling towards the closed curtains of the dining room; she can practically hear the muffled voices of her family having dinner in the room. Her lips quiver as she takes a large breath in flinging the curtains open like an actress in a movie would. The moonlight sinks into her skin calming the restless beast inside of her she sighs relaxing her body dropping her head back letting it lap at her skin. This is it; she thinks to herself eyes half open looking at the clear night sky at the star twinkling above her head. I am basically alone now; she thinks turning on the ball of her foot looking at the covered table. In one swift movement the sheet is pulled off the table the polished wood glinting in the moonlight, Sara stands in front of the table clutching the sheet. Time I get my act together; she walks through the house pulling sheets off left and right the house slowly becoming a perfect family home. She tosses the sheets into a cupboard heading up to her room wanting her soft bed desperate for sleep after so many sleepless nights. The thoughts inside her head finally silent after so long.
The omega lifts his head from the trashcan he's going for looking for something to eat, he looks at the nice sports car that pulls up outside the school. The typical cocky jock type stepping out of it, the kind of guy who used to give him shit back in high school for being the weird loner kid.
"Nice car," he says as the kid walks past.
"Here's a dollar go find yourself another parking lot to die in," the kid says handing him the cash, the omega takes it roughly glaring at the kid as he walks off yelling for security. He turns his head walking away from the kid but he stops when he senses the presence of an alpha near him. His eyes lock on the beautiful tall blonde walking across the parking lot oozing confidence, he swallows nervously watching her pull the shoulder of the cream leather jacket she's wearing up flicking curls out her face. That's the alpha? He tries to step towards her but her eyes flick to look at him, the omega can feel his body start too shake from one look of her powerful blue eyes. She turns her gaze away walking past him quickly he stays exactly where he stands still stunned from the intensity of her gaze; the omega turns trying to chase after her but she's gone. No one had said the alpha was a teenage girl. How can a teenage girl be an alpha? Did she kill her whole family just for the alpha position?
Sara's shoulder slump down when she gets inside the school away from the omega that is outside in the parking lot watching for her. She groans now she can't go home early if he's still there or near the school because he could try and take her. Omega's are like the loner kids in school that just want to be alone until something shinny catches their eye and then they want it. And she's worried she is the shinny thing that's caught his eye. She walks quickly down the hallway trying to avoid anyone that was there the night she ran off into the woods; she shakes her head slowly not wanting her mind to go back to that night. The same night her dad told her she could no longer be part of her own family because she was now part of her own pack. But he did actually tell her something about her problem that is now projecting itself onto mirrors. Sara jumps when she bumps into something hard she lifts her head smiling when she sees the lovely brown/blue eyes of Isaac Lahey one of the lacrosse players that sits on the bench with Stiles.
"Hi Isaac," she says smiling at him their feet falling in time walking down the hallway.
"Um hi Sara," he says getting nervous talking to her. It's not like they haven't spoken before but it's always been a few words never a proper conversation like this.
"So how's lacrosse going? Have you managed to get away from Stiles on the bench yet, I know he can be really annoying after a long period of time," Sara says smiling at him.
"No not yet," Isaac says smiling which is a rare thing for him, he never smiles around his dad. Nothing is ever really that good to smile about for him. His dad constantly abuses him verbally and physically; I bet my dad would have a heart attack if he saw me and Sara talking Isaac thinks to himself.
"Well this is me, see you soon Isaac," he looks at the genuine smile on her face, the happiness in her smile makes him smile as well.
"Yeah see you soon Sara," he says smiling, he watches her walk into the classroom looking back over her shoulder smiling one last time at him before disappearing out his view. Isaac walks to the locker room in a happy daze debating wither or not to ask her out.
Sara smiles watching Isaac walk down the hallway looking cheerful for once, he's always so gloomy she knows it's his dad. Who is a complete asshole; she shudders at the thought of serving him at the restaurant again any time soon. Sara groans at the thought of having to work tonight she nearly got fired because of all this alpha shit that's going on; you know it would have helped a lot more if her dad had explained a little more about what's going on.
Sara's POV
The man could have been more specific for Christ sake. Your mother had the same thing; she worried about you inheriting it as well and clearly she was right to worry. What the hell does that mean! He's not freaking Spook and I'm Kurt. I spin my pen round in my hands trying to forget about my dad listening to my English teacher talk about Romeo and Juliet, a tragic love story. You know what else is tragic? My love life. I haven't heard anything about Derek since I left that night, not even rumours of an alpha in Beacon Hills in any of the fight clubs. I bite my lip needing a realise fast; I wish I stayed up in DC longer I need those goddamn fights. My family would die if they knew that's how I had been spending most of my time when I was still in DC. But sadly I can't go and beat the shit out of some asshole right now.
"Miss Jones?" I lift my head at the mention of my name, my teacher looks at me like I'm a wounded animal. I open my mouth to ask what's wrong but the salty taste in my mouth is a give away, I pull my sleeve down over my hand wiping at my eyes furiously at myself for crying. This is ridiculous. Why am I like this? Why is this all happening now, couldn't it at least wait till I finished high school and left Beacon Hills for college.
"I need to go," I mumble sweeping the books off my desk grabbing my bag running out the classroom. Wiping at the tears that just won't seem to stop flowing. The floors squeak under my shoes running through the hallways towards my locker continuing to wipe at my eyes; this is not how I pictured my first day back after leaving so suddenly. I slow my pace down realising I've ran right past my locker and now for some weird reason I'm standing outside the boys toilets. The groan escapes throwing my head back in frustration, why am I so messed up?
Derek's POV
I stop keeping to the wall staring at Sara kicking imagery pieces of dirt down the hallway walking in the other direction; I bite the inside of my mouth holding myself back. I can't run to her not now I need to build my pack before I approach her again, she stops in the middle of the hallway the last click from her heels echoing around us. I dart behind the corner walking down the hallway getting as much distance between us as I can; I have no time to give into my emotions. I need a pack, fast.
No one's POV
Sara's body shudders feeling like someone is staring at her, she turns slowly looking over her shoulder staring with desperation to see Derek standing behind her. But the empty hallway greets her with a cold embrace; she bites at her bottom lip tears beginning to roll down her cheeks again. Sara turns on her heels again running down the hall-way wanting to get away as fast as possible wanting time to get herself together. She holds her head groaning the headache begins to pound like a drum inside her head. Her hands fumble with the keys of her car eventually unlocking the door tossing her things in collapsing in the front seat; her hands like vices on the steering wheel trying to focus her vision. Her breathing coming out in short fast gasps as if she's been out running for miles; cold sweat covers her body staring at the floor. She shakes her head trying to force herself to stay focused.
Afternoon sweetie
The blonde's head snaps up quickly staring at her reflection in the rear view mirror, the red-eyed blonde smirks back at her confident like always.
Sara growls ignoring her pulling her car out the parking spot quickly not in the mood for her bullshit.
Oh why so cold?
Sara spins the steering wheel her car tires screeching on the road taking a turn way to fast, the reflection laughs at her angry actions the sound echoing in the silent car. Sara focuses on the sound of her engine humming and clicking, she spins the steering wheel till it jams charging like a bull onto her street. She practically crashes her car into the garage stopping it so quickly leaving tire tracks, Sara abandons her things in the passenger seat running for the front door. The blonde's eyes avoid every reflective surface around her, swearing feverously under her breath trying to get her keys in the lock.
I don't need a mirror Sara I can still talk
She swears more flinging the front door open stumbling in her keys clattering to the floor along with her jacket tossing it carelessly on the floor needing to get under control. Sara kicks the door shut heading for the basement deciding to kick her stress to the side with the easiest way she knows too. She groans arching her spine letting herself loosen up beginning to peel her clothes off her sweaty body, she storms in to her room grabbing her running clothes. Sara pulls the shorts on, tugging her worn out grey hooded top over her head wanting out the house as fast as possible she feels like the walls are closing in around her, crushing her into a tiny ball. She glances briefly at her trainer wondering if it's really worth the effort to put them on; her shoulders shrug slightly walking past the discarded shoes. The grass tickles the soles of her feet Sara breathes deep filling her nostrils with the scents around her. The fresh dew hanging on the grass and leaves around her, the sweet scent of the flower mixing with it creating an intoxicating perfume to her. Sara flits from one foot to the other shaking her body out getting used to the feeling on the ground under her feet. She focuses on the sounds around her forgetting about the voice that continues in the back of her mind. Sara lifts her head gradually her eyes glowing a powerful shade of violet feeling in control for the first time in a long time, she crouches down the count being to go off inside her head. The dirt under her feet flies up in a cloud of dust when she kicks off running full speed at the fence; Sara smirks hopping into the air flipping over the fence with ease.
Every muscle in her body screams at her to stop running this fast for this long she knows it's stupid being out this long but it's the only way she can think of to control the voice in her head. Sara slows her speed down as she approaches the turn off for the cemetery wondering if she should go visit her mother's other grave. She normally on ever visits her proper grave up in DC but maybe she should go see the small one they have for her here. Sara stops dead in her tracks when she sees the whole Argent clan standing around a grave; Kate Argent shit this is her funeral.
Chris Argent lifts his head looking at the young werewolf looking on at his sister's funeral, he looks away from her what his sister did to the Hales and her mother was cruel and uncalled for. But she didn't deserve to be killed like an animal. He looks at his father Gerard who has also spotted the young werewolf standing at the very edge of graveyard just watching them.
"Would that be one of them?" Gerard asks him. Chris takes a moment before he nods his head; he hates having to tell his father that she is one of them. Desperately not wanting his father to go around killing teenagers just because they happen to be werewolves.
"Yes Sara Jones, her mother was the alpha up in DC," Chris says to him in a hushed tone. Gerard stares at the young she-wolf, he can tell just by looking at her she is strong like her mother. Gerard can till remembering fighting the Alpha she was faster and stronger than any alpha he's ever encountered in his long years of hunting them.
"Is she like her mother?" he asks.
"Almost exactly the same," Chris says lifting his head to look back at Sara but she's disappeared. Max turns his camera towards Sara taking a few shoots of her, he looks down at the screen amazed as always at how well she photographs. He turns his attention back to Allison the girl of his dreams he loves photographing her just as much as Sara.
Sara feels the tears running freely down her cheeks crashing through the woods, she stumbles falling to the ground beginning to cry just looking at Gerard Argent bringing all her fears back. She pulls herself up slowly wiping dirt and tears off her face sitting on her knees, she drops her head clasping her hands in front of her lips. Sara has never been one for praying but at this moment it seems like the only thing she can do. Pray for safety against the monster that has set foot in Beacon Hills again. She swallows running her tongue over her lips trying to collect herself desperately wanting Derek by her side. It's as if she can almost see him running towards her through the trees; she laughs more tears rolling from her eyes watching the image of Derek running towards her.
"Sara!" it's almost like she can hear him. But no Derek is avoiding her because she was a complete bitch towards him. Actually to be totally honest though he was a right bitch as well though killing Peter before he had a chance to explain anything to her. The impact of a hard body against hers brings Sara back to reality; she stares up at the darkening sky blinking confused to what's just happened. Her mouth opens to question what's going on but a hand clamps over it firmly.
"Don't move," the deep voice sends shivers down between her legs. A feeling that's been lost down there for a very long time, she almost moans just at the sound. Sara doesn't know how long their lying there on the ground sticks poking in her back and bare legs, the only thing her mind is focusing on is the hard chest pressing into her keeping her pinned down.
She closes her eyes sighing as much fun as it lying here on the ground she'd rather not have the twigs poking her ass every time she moves slightly.
"Hello beautiful," Sara moans when the voice sounds in her ear again, rough hot lips brushing against her neck. The laughter that sounds brings a smile to her lips when the figure pulls away, a pair of enchanting green eyes that resemble the most amazing emeralds look down at her. She reaches out her hand cupping his cheek tenderly unable to stop the love she feels towards him. The feeling vibrating through her body finally feeling happy now that she's near him once more. Her thumb runs lazily over his five o'clock shadow enjoying the roughness under her skin, her smile grows when he pulls her up his strong arms locking round her waist keeping her in place.
"God even with twigs in you're hair you still look so beautiful," he says leaning in too kiss her. Sara laughs against his lips holding his face, she pulls away slightly just to smile at him resting their forehead together.
"You are an ass," she says to him still laughing. Derek smirks leaning in to her again digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her lower back enjoying the little groan she lets out.
"But you're stuck with me," he says. Sara smiles at him wrapping her arms tightly round his neck pulling him into a tight embrace, she buries her face into the crock of his shoulder feeling at peace. The voice in the back of her head quite and content in the moment as they sit here under the stars. The cold smell of dirt and blood lingers on Derek fresh enough to be only a few hours old, she pulls away looking at him confused by the smells.
"What happened?" she asks. Derek sighs dropping his head onto her shoulder his grip on her tightly a little bit more.
"An omega was here the hunters caught him I forced Scott to watch," he says reluctant to tell her this fearing it will make her hate him, after such a tender moment.
"You forced Scott to watch that?" she asks him pushing away keeping him at arms length waiting for her response.
"Yes Sara he has to see the threat's against us. He can't be naïve forever," Derek pleads with her. She sighs knowing he's right Scott doesn't understand the threat he poses to with his relationship with Alison; she's loves Scott so much but that relationship is a disaster waiting to happen.
"Can we go back to my house I need to get these twigs out my hair," she says to him smiling, Derek relaxes happy she isn't angry with him anymore. The night she left he feared she wouldn't come back to him, leaving him completely alone. Derek picks her up off the ground taking hold of her hand draping his arm over her shoulder, he kisses the side of her head gently keeping her close to him knowing the hunters are most likely still out here. Searching for more werewolves that they can cut in half.
Derek's POV
I rub my hair trying to take as much water out of it as possible before I fall asleep; I hate going to sleep with wet hair just ends up smelling like wet dog. Ironically. I stop when I pass the dim hallway that leads to the old playroom I remember watching Sara play when she was younger with her mother. The soft sound piano draws me towards the open door; I drape the towel over my bare shoulders not walking into the room just listening to the music. I look at the faded blue walls the colour appearing even more washed out; Sara's dad couldn't come back in the room after his wife died. There were to many happy memories for them all in the room, especially Sara who used to spend hours in here with her mother learning how play piano. I step into the room watching Sara play the grand piano, light glints off the top of it shining in her blue eyes making them like pools reflecting it. Her hair topples over her shoulder nimble fingers moving over the white keys gently like she is scared to play it encase it breaks.
I think I should apologize 'Cause I'm looking for love
'Cause I have made a big mistake
I think I misunderstood
And there's too much now at stake
Yes, I'm looking for love
I'm looking for love
And love, love, love
I thought it was you
I smile at the sound of her voice mixing with the piano; she closes her eyes beginning to smile enjoying playing the instrument she learnt from her mother. She hunches over singing like she doesn't know I'm here.
Yes, I'm looking for love
Yes, I'm looking for love
I'm looking for love
And love
I thought it was you
Yes love, I thought it was you
Love, I thought it was you
She smiles leaning back from piano when she finishes the song her fingers still resting on the dusty keys. I clap my hands together smiling at Sara when she turns to look at me laughing as I clap at her performance, she stands up bowing at me walking over a smile on her face.
"I forgot you could play like that," I say to her following her out the room. She smiles over her shoulder looking not at me but at the room and the grand piano sitting silent in the corner.
"So did I," she says her eyes looking at me. I pull her in to my chest picking her up off the ground carrying her to the bed; finally ready for a peaceful night of sleep. I drop Sara down on the bed pulling away to kiss her she
moans her arms wrapping round my neck dragging me down onto the
bed. I smirk running my hand up her leg gripping hold of her thigh tightly digging my nails in knowing how she much she likes it; I tug her underneath me enjoying hearing her moaning again.
No one's POV
Derek looks down at Sara while he pulls on his jacket needing to go meet that Isaac kid from earlier who clearly wants the kind of help that only Derek can give him now. He leans down kissing Sara's forehead gently brushing her curls aside looking down constantly amazed at how beautiful she is.
"I love you Sara," he says softly leaving the room silently as quickly as he can wanting to be back at her side as quickly as possible.
AN: I do not own the song in this chapter it's by the very talented Miranda Featherstone. I recommend you all go and listen to her because she is AWESOME! I do not own teen wolf either just my little baby Sara Jones :)
I will see you guys next chapter !