Lamb
The popcorn flew high above his head.
Stiles, the pan shaking in his hands, spun round by the cooker counter. He stared at the open doorway to the hallway. The banging continued. The kitchen lights ebbed through, illuminating the corridor. Stiles placed the pan on the counter and neatly folded the tea-towel in his hands, as he tiptoed towards the passage. The thumping continued. Stiles cringed, thinking back to the pair he had earlier encountered.
Surely the boy could not be so strong? Regardless of his… undead-ed-ed-ness.
Shaking his head, Stiles inched forward. Kitchen vacated, he slowly meandered toward the front door.
"Stiles open up!" Scott's voice hollered through the front door, "What's taking so long?"
Sighing loudly, Stiles laughed, "Good God Scott." He hastily unlocked the door and wrenched it open.
Scott stood in the entrance, arms wide with an incredulous expression on his visage, "You text me to get over here and don't even let me in? What the hell?"
"Forget that," Stiles stuttered, "Just a moment of… crazy."
An eyebrow rising, Scott cautiously ventured, "Crazy?"
"Yes, crazy – so crazy!" As Scott took a step back out into the neighbourhood, Stiles reached out and grabbed his best friend's shirt. Stiles dragged Scott into his house, slamming the door shut. "Not me crazy, so much as Vampires-are-in-Beacon-Hills-and-mean-business crazy!"
Scott held a hand out, subtly begging, "Slower."
"Vampires," Stiles firmly said, "There are vampires and they are here."
"How do you know?" Scott pushed, disbelieving, "You've been in your house all night."
"Dude I go places." Stiles defended, crossing his arms indignantly.
Scott sucked in a laugh, stressing, "Without me?"
Eyes shifting, avoiding his friend's gaze, Stiles emphasised, "Yes."
"Right, where did you go then? Where did you find this out?"
Stiles pointed to the front door, "Outside."
Scott nodded and then shook his head. "I don't get it."
Lips pursed, Stiles marched to the front door. He viciously unlocked it, thrust it open and then wildly gestured to his lawn. "Outside! Right here!"
Scott, mouth wide open, sceptically stared.
Stiles thrust his arms out again, "Seriously just here!"
"Wow…"
After a moment of them both gazing out at the lawn Scott smacked Stiles' arm.
"Why?" Stiles exclaimed, cradling his sore arm close to the chest.
"There were vampires outside your house and instead of staying inside, where they can't get at you, you waddle right out to them?" Scott erratically expressed, "Seriously!"
Stiles scoffed, "It wasn't my intention."
Scott harshly grasped Stiles' shoulders and nudged their noses together, hot breath mingling.
He hissed, "Tell me everything."
Stiles Gulped.
Trudging through thick mud, Derek heavily huffed. His steps were long and shoes coated with the forest flooring. He stopped, sniffed and then began again. Wandering the woods in the dark, Derek's eyes glistened brighter. Pupils dilated, he searched for her. That woman from before that he had saved. Snarling, as no scent presented itself, Derek continued. He was adamant.
Isaac groaned as the discs of his spine crackled. He haphazardly tossed his shovel aside and got down onto his knees. His arms quaked, as he tore up weeds and re-arranged the abused ground. "Stupid kids," he coughed, spluttering phlegm down his sleeve as he attempted to smother sound. Isaac sniffed loudly. Wild curls clambered into his bright eyes, as he tried to repair the damage done to a recent grave. "Unbelievable." He grunted. Nose scrunched with disgust and eyes blazing with a fire the rest of his shivering body seemed incapable of feeling, Isaac shouted out with frustration, "Seriously, how can people be so disrespectful?" He shook his head, salt stinging his eyes. Heavily sighing, Isaac more quietly murmured, staring at the ruined mound beneath his hands and knees, "Both in life and death… people are awful."
"You'd think after so long we would have perfected grave digging."
Ivor sneered, as Gavin's voice broached through her weary mind. Her ears hurt, listening to such a grating sound.
Gavin snorted, staring out of Ivor's stout bedroom window. The graveyard keeper's son had been out for over four hours, attempting to correct his and John's prior mistakes.
"That boy is so much better at it," Gavin confirmed, nodding. He swung round to look at Ivor whom sat huddled in the corner of her bed. She glared at him with lidded eyes, as fatigue threatened to drag her to sleep.
"I'm not surprised," She heaved, chest hurting with each breath, "You've never been very good at anything."
Gavin glowered, growling, "Actually, my maths teacher told me I'm very good at alphabet."
Ivor howled, smacking the palm of her hand against her thigh as she laughed. "It is algebra you idiot!" She shouted out, eyes waking a little, "And it is completely useless to you in the real world… the world of vampires."
Gavin shivered, turning to look back out at the boy below in the yard.
Ivor could hear the shovel scrape at the granite stones.
Gavin mumbled, "You're just in a bad mood, because Peter took Evelyn out."
Thunderous footsteps barrelled to him.
Gavin cried out, tone high and eyes wide. He screeched, as she screamed at him. Ivor clawed at Gavin's throat. She pushed and pulled at him. Hair clumping on the carpet, Gavin gathered his self together hastily and ran from the room. Ivor slammed the door shut.
"Insolent child!" Ivor bellowed.
She retired to her bed, snuggling beneath the thick quilt to keep warm.
Eyes drooping, Ivor whimpered, "Peter…"
Shaking overgrown undergrowth from about his lower limbs, Derek stumbled out of the forest. He glanced round, feeling extremely uncomfortable. A heavy weight laid about his shoulders. Derek felt watched. He felt threatened. Shaking his head, he snorted indignantly. "I'm a predator," He fiercely rumbled, fangs elongating as his eyes glistened. He stepped out of the shadow of the treeline, the half-moon bathing his body in light.
He halted.
Derek heard the rustling of clumsy feet grass and ground. He saw the sparks of metal against stone and smelt the sweat, blood and tears of an innocent boy. Derek hunched over a little, tip-toeing closer to catch sight of the figure shrouded by the night.
Curled hair flailing, eyes dim and body aching, Isaac stood from his knelt position atop one of the graves. He grasped his shovel tighter, as the sounds of the early morning arose. His breath foggy, the young lad retreated slowly from the yard. Birds twittered incessantly, gnawing at his tired ear drums. He almost seemed hesitant and upon further inspection of the graveyard Derek understood completely as to why.
Unknown to Isaac, he was being observed.
A spectre within a stout house within the grounds stalked the boy.
Derek's eyes gleamed, the blue blinding the being.
Though the sight had dark spots dashing over his vision, Gavin smirked.
From beneath, dwelling within the graveyard, Derek scowled up at Gavin.
Pulling his hand from the blackout curtain, Gavin allowed the material to block out the growing light. Stood in the darkness of the building, Gavin stock still and listened intently.
Bump, Buh-bumph.
His tongue darted out, tasting the stale air about him.
Gavin could hear it loud and clear: the erratic beat of an inhuman heart.
He wanted that warmth, that strength – that life!
Gavin's eyes brimmed with desire for the blood of that man… the man with the bluest eyes.