White Lilies
Chapter Eleven: It Is Time
Guess what guys, it's the moment of truth. I'm going to take a nice long break from writing this story for a while. I need When East Meets West to catch up to first then I'll continue. I'm lying I just have a horrible writer block, you guys have any ideas you want to see? Please leave ideas to help me out T^T.
~Present~
Laurel sat in the lobby room of the asylum watching as people screamed or yell around the building, the longer she was the there the more she felt uncomfortable. It had a strange scent of medication and rotting flesh, all the noises that were going on giving her an intense headache. Why would he bring her daughter here? This place reeked of death and had a shadow that loomed over everyone here. She saw it something inhumane stare at her from the shadows of a worker. Through the bandages see could see the fangs of what ever it was snarling and hissing, she couldn't take her eyes off of the beast.
"The mother returns for her child, how sweet." It spoke in a demonic voice and whipped its head in circles trying to break out of the shadow. "I can taste the bitterness from your soul. It's sweet like honey; I can feel the pain of your past resonating off of you. It's so delicious. I want more! I want more!"
It rushed at her but disappeared as the door flew open, she saw the wild brown hair girl get dragged into the office, "Malia.."
"Aunt Laurel? What are you doing here?" Malia stopped struggling as soon as she saw the older woman sitting patiently for her.
"Well, first of all you're coming home with me. Then I need to explain to you a secret our family been keeping." The guards released Malia and Laurel ran over to her pulling her into a loving embrace, "Oh baby girl, you're so beautiful."
"I don't understand why you're here."
"You father and I sat down and talked, he is giving me full parental rights."
"He doesn't want me?"
"It's more complicated than that baby." Laurel kissed Malia on the forehead and a tear slid down her face. She looked just like Laurel when she was younger but had the same wild streak as her father Peter. "Let's get you to your new home and I'll tell you everything."
~17 years ago~
She held the little napping baby girl in her arms as they laid in the hospital bed together. She was barely 18 and she had a newborn baby in her arms, her daughter that she loved with all her heart. Noel walked in the room and had a tray of food for Laurel, "She is so beautiful Laurel."
"Yeah, I think she is going to be a handful though, especially if she has Peter's personality." Her heart ached every time she thought of her lover, her breathing became heavy. Noel petted her head in pity as she watched her baby sister go through the pain of a breakup. "Noel, I can't do this alone."
"Laurel it's too late to go back now."
"You have to take her and give her a chance of a happy life. I'm not even finished with school and I don't want her to live paycheck after paycheck always hungry. Noel, you understand right?"
"She needs her mother Laurel."
"She needs a stable life and I can't give her that. She needs a chance at a good life, I don't think I can give it to her." Laurel was in tears as she realized what she was doing, "Please Noel."
"Laurel..." Noel crossed her arms over her chest and thought to herself, "I have to talk to my husband first Laurel. I'll tell you in a week if I can do this or not."
Laurel handed Malia to Noel and watched as she looked at the baby with loving eyes. She decided that Noel would be the perfect mother; Laurel was too broken and needed to fix herself. If she had Peter she would keep the baby but she was alone now and Peter can't ever know of the baby.
~14 years ago~
Laurel stepped out of her car and was instantly tackled by a puff of brown hair. She bent down and patted the little girl, "You're getting so big now!" She picked up Malia and walked in the house, "Noel?"
"In the kitchen!" Noel answered from deep within the house, Malia and Laurel made a face at each other and giggled.
"I brought some books for you, Ms. House Wife." Laurel teased while placed Malia on the ground firmly. She places a bag of books on the table, "House Wife looks good on you."
"Haha, it better." Noel walked over and hugged her little sister, "How's the city life with dad?"
"It's going; I got accepted in the university I applied for."
"Yeah, what are you going to study?"
"Get this, Economics High School Teacher." Laurel sat down on at the table and massaged her shoulders. "How's Malia treating you?"
"She is a really good; she doesn't like sharing so much."
"Neither did Peter, By the way congrats on the baby."
"How did you know?"
"I was pregnant and you have the glow of a pregnant woman." Laurel lied through her teeth; in reality she could hear the faint heartbeat of a baby in her womb. Malia walked up to Laurel and Laurel picked her up putting her on her lap. "I bought you something." She pulled out a stuffed bear and gave it to Malia.
"Thank you Aunty." Malia hugged it close to her with a huge smile on her face; she was always so full of life.
"Malia honey, why don't you go outside and play with your daddy? I need to speak to Aunty Laurel about something." Malia gave Laurel a quick peak on the cheek before running out the back door. "He came looking for you a few months ago."
"Did he now?" There was that heart ache she grew to accept, "Is he well?"
"Yeah, he seemed pretty distressed this time. You're breaking him dear sister."
"Trust me, if Peter Hale was easy to break I wouldn't love him so much." She picked an apple out of the bowl and began munching on it.
"I feel so bad for him. You just left without telling him, he must be worried out of his mind." The truth was Noel might have given him a hint where she was staying at, there was quite a few times she caught his scent around her city. "You should try to talk to him."
"I can't, there is too much at risk if I do."
"Laurel."
"Noel, can we drop it? Where is my dear brother-in-law anyways?"
"Outside cleaning his gun collection."
"I bet I can out hunt him."
"Why do you hate him so much again?"
"I don't hate him; he just gives me a horrible vibe. Plus he gets on my nerves"
~ 8 years ago~
Laurel stood there unable to say anything as they dropped her sister's mangled body in the ground. She bit her inner cheeks to keep from crying, she was always jealous of Noel but in the end she loved her. Noel was her older sister that was always there for her, no matter what Noel had her back. She was her big sister and now she was gone, and Laurel was alone again.
They couldn't find Malia's body or any traces of her, Laurel prayed she got out safely. It was a full moon when it happened and only could wish for the best. She checked out the car crash earlier, there were hundreds of scratches on the inside. Noel was cut up so bad they could barely identify her; they had to take some DNA samples to get a correct match.
The wind blew and Laurel's black dress danced in the wind something caught her eye. She could smell him again, he was nearby. It's been over 9 years since they spoke and Laurel still didn't want to risk it. As soon as the funeral service was over she would never come back to this damn town.
~6 years ago~
She stood outside the Beacon Hills Nursing Home, holding a newspaper with the headline, Family Burnt Alive. She walked in and lied to the nurse saying she was the Peter's girlfriend; he sat quietly in the chair just staring at the world. She approached him quietly and could see what the fire did to him. Half of his face was a pink glop of brunt flesh, she gingerly touched it scared she would hurt him. It was 11 years since she last saw him; he grew into a handsome man. She could see him smiling at her cockily and smirking at her in her mind. "You keep bringing me back here. I guess I still love you." He didn't reply actually she didn't know if he could even hear her anymore. His face was unresponsive but he was still handsome to her eyes. "I'm starting teacher college next year; it's going to be one hell of a ride."
She stood up and looked out the window; he had a nice view of the courtyard. There were families pushing their loved ones around the garden. "I wish I could tell you everything Peter. I really need someone to talk to. Noel passed away and her daughters are both gone. I have no one left in my life that I care for. Hindsight is such a bitch isn't it? I should have never left; I shouldn't have listened to her. I should have taken the risk but I loved you too much to forget you. Even if all I have now is the memories of us being together, at least I have that to keep me sane."
She sighed and walked up and down the room tapping her finger against her arm, "I'm really sorry for everything Peter. I shouldn't have ran away. I should have stay with you and we could have disappeared together and raised our family we planned." The ticking of the clock echoed through the room like a steady heartbeat, "I don't care if you stay like that I will come back every week just to see you. I miss how you used to make fun of me or how we would stay up and watch the sunrise. I love you Peter Hale." She walked over and kissed him on the cheek and left the room before she broke down crying.
~Present~
Malia sat in the living room of Laurel's apartment confused and looking around for a way to escape. Laurel walked over and set down two glasses of water. "I have no idea what to tell you or even how."
"Why are you so nervous?"
"How do you know I'm nervous?"
"I can smell the anxiety fly off of you and I can hear your heart racing."
"I see, you're not exactly human are you? Wolf or Coyote?"
"How did you know?"
"Malia, Noel wasn't your mother."
"What do you mean?"
"I am..." Laurel took a deep breath in and could feel the tears building up in her eyes. "I was 17 when I got pregnant and when I gave birth to you I wanted you to have a better life. Noel could give you that; she had a home and a loving husband. She loved you so I did what I thought was right and I let her adopt you."
"You're lying!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as she stood up. "I don't believe you!" Laurel could see the deadly flash of blue in Malia's eyes; she knew what happened that day when Noel died. "Why would you lie to me like that? I spent 8 years as a coyote and now you're lying to me!" Malia gather her things and left the apartment in a blind fury.
"You're so good at timing darling." Peter stepped out of the shadow with crossed arms, "So that's our daughter? We make beautiful kids don't you think?" It was the calm before the storm, Laurel knew Peter's anger could only be rivaled to a hungry lion. "So are we going to cut the crap and tell the truth or are we going to lie to each other's face pretending everything is fine?"
"Peter, do you really think now is a good time?"
He pulled a chair and sat in front of her as much as he tried to hide it she could see the fire brewing behind his eyes. "Laurel, listen to me carefully. I went to Mexico and got my finger cut off by the Mexican hunters. When I got back I had to threaten a Banshee to find out I have a daughter. Please forgive me if I seem a little on edge." His words were laced with sarcasm and anticipation. "Laurel, I'm giving a chance to come clean before I lose it."
She bit her tongue and looked away from him refusing to talk him. He huffed angrily and stood up throw the chair across the room. He punched the wall leaving a hole in the wall, "I'm serious Laurel I' m not in the mood for your bullshit." He screamed making her flinch from his tone; he knocked over her vases and table. His eyes flashed blue and his claws were out ready to strike. "Laurel..." He seethed in an demonic voice he stalked towards her like she was his prey. "I WANT THE FUCKING TRUTH!" Peter was far from sane now but Laurel didn't budge an inch. He growled and kicked her table over watching it break into pieces.
She was shaking in her seat, she was always scared of him but she put up a brave front. Gripped her knees her voice was shaken up as she spoke. "Okay... fine! If you want... the whole damned story I'll tell you the damned story then. When I was 16 you got an alpha to bite me but instead of turning into a werewolf I became a werecoyote. Then you got me pregnant and Derek told Talia, she was not pleased and took your memories. She threaten me, she told me if I don't leave then all the memories we had together would vanish into thin air. I can't live in a world without you Peter." She could feel her tears running down her face and she furious wiped them away. "I can't imagine a world where I never met you. If I had to leave you and be miserable then I'll take it at least then I would still have you in my memories. Peter, I did what I thought was best. Just like you did."
"What do you mean?"
"Scott told me what you did last year, how you became an alpha and killed everyone that was involved in the fire." She looked down at her hands hoping maybe it would give her some sort of advice. "When you planted the idea of Derek getting Paige to turn into a werewolf, was it because of us?"
"..." He kept quiet; she knew she hit the nail on the head. As much as he wants to argue against her she was right, "I had my reasons."
"Don't say that like I don't know you Peter." She spoke softly barely above a whisper, everything that she was holding in for the 18 years flooded out all at once. She was broken no matter how hard she pretended to be strong and be happy but deep down she was broken. "I lost everything, I lost my daughter. I lost my only sister. Most importantly I lost the one person I loved most in this unforgiving world. I lost you for 18 years, it was hell Peter. I never got over it, all I thought about was you. Every fucking minute I only thought of you. I love you Peter! I loved you for over 20 years and I never stopped loving you!"
She was yelling her heart out while crying, Peter's expression soften. Was he supposed to be mad at her for keeping such a secret from him? Seeing her broken made him feel like he needed to protect her and keep her safe. Peter didn't know what to do anymore the woman who he loved was in complete shambles. He made his way to her and pulled her up to her feet. Her eyes were still fixed on the floor and the tears were dropping from eyes like rain. He held her chin between his thumb and forefinger forcing her to look at him. Those brown eyes that he grew to love stared at him red from all the crying, "Peter-"
He slammed his lips on to her for the first time in 18 years, they were his again even if it was just for that moment in time. Laurel wrapped her arms around his neck, with one hand he held her at the waist and the other one propped them up as he pushed her against the couch. All the feeling they hid from the world for 18 years came back out in a heated frenzy like a can of soda that was being shook for 18 years straight. All the feelings, ranging from anger to love even to lust, were all present at that moment. He broke the kiss, their noses barely touching. She could feel his hot breath roll off of her lips, "I never stopped either."
"Peter." He claimed the lips that he had missed for so long again, those lips he never thought he would feel against his again. She released his neck and traced his features with her fingertips; he automatically closed his eyes and parted their kiss again.
He moved up and kissed her eyelids lightly "I want you to be mine again." he stated flatly, it wasn't a question or a suggestion. He was demanding and Laurel knew she couldn't get away room him anymore not like she wanted to anyways. "Laurel, I waited for you to come back but you never showed up. It was Noel who told me you left Beacon Hills with your father, I was pissed. I was livid you didn't tell me and just disappeared. I kept looking for you though, even if I knew I could never find you. I hated you for that, it wasn't until you showed up in my room a week after the fire, that I realized you still loved me. 18 years Laurel, you could have said something to me instead of ignoring me. You drove me insane, you made that anything that I saw that was beautiful I wanted it dead. I wanted to strangle every bit of life out of it." He didn't know if he should let her go or keep holding on to her, but her scent was driving him mad. "Derek and Paige, when I saw them together I loathed them. Why did Talia let him be happy but take away my happiness? So I got him to give her the Bite and it worked out perfectly for me. She died and I was happy because I wasn't the only one who had my heart broken."
"Peter... I don't know what to say." She leaned into his chest and closes his eyes, taking in his scent, familiarizing him in her mind.
"What's in the past can't change."
"I told you that."
"And I never forgot it."
"What now?"
"We figure out how to tell Malia."
"Right, our daughter, she could use a little brother or sister don't you think?"
"Peter..." She mumbled into his shirt crackling a small smile, "Isn't the best time Darling. Besides if we do this again, I want to do it right."
"If you say so..." Even though he has grown up and had a bad reputation he was still her Peter. He was the Peter she fell in love with those many years ago. The Peter she held on to and still loved, this time she wouldn't let anyone tear them apart and neither would he.
Thank you for reading *insert hearts* Thank you everyone again for the love and support. I'll see you in a few days.
By the way OutlawQueenFTW, Thank you very much. If you put it up I'll definitely read it ^^ and Sarah, I made him throw shit around for you. I thought he wasn't mad enough.