Hey everyone. This story is written both by myself and wolfgal97. The chapters will switch between Justin and Aideen. Justin is being written by me and Aideen is written by wolfgal97. We hope you like this and thanks for reading.
I woke up to loud howls coming from outside. It was an unearthly sound of a werewolf, and I knew something was wrong. The sound was loud, but something about it broke my heart just to listen to it. The beast sounded like it was suffering. I knew as a hunter that it was my duty to go find it.
I pulled on dark blue jeans and my black boots. I also slipped in a silver knife that I always kept on me into the built in pocket. I put my belt on and the extension strap that hooked around my thigh. Running down the extension strap was a holster for one of my two double edged silver blades. I had one holster for each leg. I also had holsters built in for two little automatic handguns for long distance. Pulling my red leather jacket on, it covered my arsenal of weapons.
It was dark in the house, but I still knew my way around. I slid my way as quietly as I could down the stairs to not wake anyone up. It was still late and Allison still didn't know anything about the world of werewolves. It would be really bad explaining to her why I was totally dressed on a Friday night and sneaking around.
I opened the front door slowly so it wouldn't make sound and went on my way into the night. The howling was still echoing in the distance. Because I didn't have a car, I was going to have to walk to try and find the sound. It didn't seem too far away, but long enough to make me inwardly groan. The haunting noise continued, and I followed my ears, walking in the direction it was coming from.
My traveling brought me to a graveyard that looked like Freddy Kruger would jump out at any second to kill me. I ran my hand down my leg, feeling for my knives out of instinct. Through the thick mist it was hard to see much, but my eyes picked up on things others would ignore.
By a newer head stone that was closest to me, I could see a single red rose left by a loved one. It was sad to see someone was missed, and the howling made the rose look even more lonely. I looked down at the ground by the resting place. It had light footprints of a broad shoe that stood directly in front of the grave. I ran my fingers over the inscription, reading the name that sent chills down my spine. This was the grave of Laura Hale, the werewolf and sister of Derek Hale.
Was that what the howling was all about? Was it her brother calling out for her memory? If so, I didn't blame him. My heart had made the exact same sound the day I came home and found my sister. I continued studying the ground, following the tracks to another stone that looked older and weather worn.
Archibal Topain, a beloved father and husband lay here. Someone had sat in front of his grave. My blood ran cold as I read the last name of my best friend. Maybe Justin had come by here tonight. The night that werewolves were out.
I whipped around as another long howl broke the peace of the graves. If Justin was out here, he could get bit. I would never let that happen. I followed the sounds to the woods behind the cemetery, pulling out my knives as I walked. The silver gleamed in an eerie way, flashing with a deadly light.
I crept through the woods, watching my step and making as little sound as possible. I had to make sure Justin was ok, and I wouldn't be able to do that if the wolf heard me. I had a better chance if I could surprise the beast.
Soon, a dark shape came into my view. It looked like a man because it was standing on two legs, but the pointed ears I could see gave him away. I continued to get behind the animal so it couldn't see me, and I sank one of my knives into it's shoulder. I had been aiming for it's heart so it would have a quick and painless death, but he swung around, and I was only able to get his shoulder.
When he faced me, I pulled my knife from him, and he let out an angry growl of pain. I felt bad that I had only hurt it. I didn't want any living thing to suffer. I holstered one of my blades and pulled out a handgun so I could end this now.
The monster looked at me, right in the eyes. His forest green orbs made me feel calm for some odd reason, but I still leveled my gun with his head. A whimper escaped his fanged mouth and he fell to his knees, still bleeding hard from where I had stabbed him. The silver had hurt him.
My finger touched the trigger of the gun. I was going to end it for this poor creature. His eyes still connected to mine, though his head lulled to the side. He was dying slowly and it hurt to watch. Suddenly, the pain became too much for him and he changed back into his human form.
I dropped my weapon.
"Justin!" I shrieked and ran over to my hurt friend. He fell back, laying on the floor of the woods as he slowly bled out. I ran over to him, kneeling by his body.
"Oh please. Not you. Not you, Justin. You can't die!" I kept chanting those words, trying to keep him with me. I started rubbing his red hair hoping it would sooth him. Right now, it didn't matter if he was a werewolf or not. All I could see was the boy I had spent important parts of my life with. The teen I cared so much about.
"Aideen... it's- it's not your fault." He was trying to comfort me, holding my hand, squeezing hard.
"It is my fault! I freaking stabbed you! Oh, hell. You're bleeding so much!"
"Yeah, that's kinda what happens when you get stabbed." He laughed weakly and coughed up a little blood. I took off my jacket and put pressure on his wound, leaning all my weight on his strong chest. I wouldn't let him die. Not like this. Not because of me.
"Aideen, look at me. It's going to be alright," Justin mumbled. His eyes were rolling around in his head, not seeing anything. I felt his pulse and it was barley there. I started freaking out. I couldn't deal with Justin dying. Pushing harder on the wound, the blood flow started to slow down. He was healing.
Soon, his body stopped moving and we both just sat there listening to each other breath. I lifted up his shirt, exposing his torso to search for where I had hurt him. Nothing was there. He had totally healed and was just fine. Justin sat up and held my hand, but I couldn't look at him. I had hurt my best friend.
"Aideen..." he didn't sound mad or scared, but he did sound tired. I tried to lean away from him, not wanting to hurt him for any reason. I was captured by two strong arms that linked fingers with me. I couldn't resist anymore. I leaned into him and cried. I couldn't stop crying.
I had hurt one of the people I was closest to. I had hurt Justin. My head couldn't even fathom a world without him. He was too important to me.
"Justin, I'm so sorry," I whispered, tasting the salt of my tears. He held onto me tighter. I felt his chin on top of my head. It felt so good to just be close to him.
"It's ok. It's ok. I'm ok." We continued to sit there, just calming each other. And for a moment I felt everything was really going to be ok. That is, until I remembered the fact that I am a hunter and he is a werewolf.
I pulled away from him, positioning myself in front of where he sat. His green eyes followed my every move. I knew we had to talk.
"You're a werewolf," I stated, not a question. He nodded and shuffled, making sure he could see my hands. I knew he was watching to see if I attacked him again. To put him at ease, I took out everything in my belts and tossed it in a little pile to the right of me. He automatically relaxed, but I could still see accusation in his eyes.
"You're like them, aren't you? A hunter. The whole Argent family is, but I didn't know that you were too."
"I am. It was part of the family business. I found out about it when my sister was killed by a werewolf who had a vendetta against my family. He was trying to kill the next hunter in line but he killed her by mistake. I'm supposed to be dead. I learned what we were that day and trained so I could find that wolf and kill him." Justin nodded as if he understood.
"I know how you must feel," Justin said, "A hunter tracked my father down and shot him with a silver bullet while I watched. I was very young. I believe you had left when I happened."
"I'm sorry," was all I could think to say.
"Well, what now? You're a hunter, so you're supposed to kill me. But you saved me by stopping the bleeding... so I'm confused."
"Yeah, its not really an easy thing for me either. Tell me something? Did you kill the bus driver that was murdered? Please don't lie to me."
"No. It wasn't me. It was another werewolf that I'm not affiliated with."
"Derek Hale? Was it him? I know what he is." I wasn't messing around. I wanted to know who was innocent and who was guilty. Though Justin is a werewolf, I still trust whatever human is inside him. I had never caught him in a lie before.
"No, it wasn't him. We know each other. I uh, I used to date his sister before she died." Something inside me flared just a little. Was I jealous of her? No, there was no point. I could tell Justin was still hurt by her death and I wanted to comfort him. I ran my hand down his warm arm, and he patted my hand in thanks.
"So you and this Derek guy are friends?"
"Aideen, if I tell you anything, you have to give me your word that you won't tell anything to the hunters. The Argents, that is. Derek would be pissed off if I told. Especially you being a hunter.
"I swear I won't tell anything. I'm really only working for Chris, and he has me baby sitting his sister, Kate." A low growl came from Justin and my hand instinctively came up in a fist to block my face.
"Kate is the one who shot Derek. I don't like her."
"Yeah, well join the club. She doesn't like the fact I follow the rules. She likes to cause pain." I hated Kate, but she is my fellow hunter. "Justin, I care about you. And I can't kill you. I'm not going to be able to play both sides of this though. I have to kill the wolf that destroyed my life. I have to be a hunter because its something I was raised to do."
"Yes, but will you maybe tell me if the hunters are getting on mine or my packs trail? Please? Just to keep me safe?" That last plea tore my heart out.
"Ok fine. I won't tell them anything about you and I will try to keep you safe. But, you gotta tell me all the people I need to be looking out for. And who all knows about you?"
"Derek, Scott and I are kinda in a make shift pack together. The only person who knows is Stiles and he's human. See, Derek and I were born wolves, but Scott's newly bitten. He's only gone through one moon."
"And it was an Alpha that bit him? Not you or Hale?" As long as Justin wasn't hurting people, it would make me feel better keeping secrets from the hunters.
"Yes. I would never do that." We both stood up, and I started collecting my things. One of my knives was missing and I turned to see it in Justin's hand. He held it by the handle not touching the silver. I took it from him and put it away.
"Justin, I'm so sorry for what happened tonight. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I know, it's ok. You're just doing your job." I still felt like a horrible person. I turned around to him and pulled him to me.
"Justin, if anything ever happened to you, I don't know what I would do. I'm so sorry that I hurt you tonight. Please forgive me..." He cupped my face in his hands,drawing my eyes to his.
"There's nothing to forgive. It's ok. It really is. Look, it's late. You need to get home and so do I. Do you want me to walk you there?"
"Nah, I'm good. I can take care of myself. I'm going to the Argent house and I'm going to sleep. I'll see you later," I said, walking away from him. I made my way back out of the forest, seeing the cemetery. I walked all the way to the Argent home, thinking of one thing.
Justin's green eyes. I couldn't get those eyes out of my mind. They told me everything that was going on his mind. I could see all the innocent raw emotions going on in there. The pain, joy, trust. I could see it all.
It was early morning now and the Sun's first rays of light were warming the ground. I crept back into the house. Soon, my tired head hit the pillow and I knew I would be sleeping all day in my clothes. But as I fell into unconsciousness, I thought about Justin and the fact that he didn't look too bad, even as a werewolf. I had missed those eyes.