Killing the Past
"Then what is the truth, Aideen? I don't know anymore." Why was my Justin doing this? Why was he trying to hurt me? I hadn't done anything wrong.
"The truth? You want the truth? Ok, Mr. High-and-Mighty werewolf! Listen to my heart that only beats for you and tell me if I'm freaking lying! I love you, and only you! You are my world! I would have nothing without you!"
He didn't say anything, and for a moment, I thought I may be getting him back. "Justin, I love you. Tell me you don't love me. Do it. See if you can."
Suddenly, his face became hard and he looked me right in the eyes. "I don't love you anymore."
I felt my already aching body go out with the rest of my spirit. "Then you shouldn't have looked for me. You should have left me to die. I wish you had, actually." I saw his eyes narrow, but I didn't wait for anything else to be said. The deal was made. I was free to go. I left. I left my heart and spirit in the basement with the person who's broken it twice now. Austin would pay.
As I left, I caught something Austin said. "Now, she'll go to him. She'll betray you and go to Derek. She won't like what she finds." If I could feel anymore betrayal, I did then. Had Justin help kill Derek? Though it was predicted, I ran to his home, not bothering to get a car. On my way, I tried to make a phone call, but my cell was beyond dead from two days of captivity.
I flew through the woods, praying Derek, my best friend, was still alive. When I came onto the house, I stopped dead in my tracks. Derek's door was wide open, and it had deep red blood stains on it. I cautiously made my way closer.
When I got inside, my eyes followed a trial of dark red that was now dried to the floor. I walked along side it, sure I would find a body at the end of it. And I was right. Derek lay in the corner of the room, unmoving and bloody. I stumbled over to him, and fell to my knees at his side. I saw that he was barely, just barely still breathing, his marred chest just lifting and falling.
"Derek? Derek, please, wake up! It's me, Aideen. I'm here." I didn't want to hurt him, but he needed help fast. Though he had most likely had healed a little by now, I could tell he was still beyond normal werewolf healing. I ran to what was left of the Hale kitchen and found a few rags. I went back to Derek and pressed them to his wounds.
His back arched in pain at the pressure, and he gasped out loud as his eyes flashed red, unseeing. Though I was scared, it wasn't for myself. When his eyes focused on me, the became huge. "Aideen? How.. how did you get here?"
"I ran. Justin and Austin let me go. Austin has poisoned Justin against me, saying that you and I are... are..."
"In a relationship?"
"Yeah, that. Did he do this to you?" The werewolf nodded, and the guilt tore at me more. To get a better grasp on things, I tore off the rest of his shirt, horrified by what I saw. Contusions ran all over his torso from razor sharp claws, while lines ran all across his back. I ran my fingers over them, asking silently for him to explain what the hell did that.
"Hunter. Actually, a relative of Justin's some guy named Reggie. I didn't know you guys used whips." My mouth fell open in shock.
"We typically don't. It's inhumane." My fingers used the rags to probe the rest of his body, whiping away blood.
"Derek, I'm so sorry."
"Sorry? Why are you sorry?" He leaned up against the wall, and patted the spot next to him for me to join him. I slid slowly next to him, not wanting to injure him further in anyway.
"Look at you! It's my fault."
Derek's eyebrows raised in confusion. "Did you stab me?
"...No."
"Did you whip me?"
"No."
"Did you try to kill me in any way?"
"No, but-"
"Then how is any of this your fault?"
"If you hadn't come to find me, if you stayed away from me, none of this would have happened. It's my fault."
"No, it's not. You haven't done anything wrong. Not a thing. I chose you come look for you because I care. I wanted to make sure you were safe. I guess I didn't do a good enough job," he trialed off, rubbing his thumb lightly over the raw wrists I now had from the rope that I had hung from.
"You sure did more than Justin did." Derek took my hand in his, rubbing it with his thumb.
"He loves you, no matter what he says. He wouldn't have hurt you so badly or tried to kill me if he didn't."
I looked him in the eyes, understanding that what he said was true, though I didn't want to. When Justin told me he didn't love me, it hurt so bad, the last of my strength left me. I knew I wanted my Justin back, but if I went to kill Austin my myself, I would die. I eyed Derek, most of his wounds healed by now, and out of anger, I squeezed his hand. It was worth it.
I stood and prepared myself for the full out war that was coming. Hunter on werewolf, love against love.
"Where are you going?" Derek asked, and I turned to face him. He looked confused, and I gave him a sad smile.
"I'm going to kill Austin. I'm going to get Justin."
"Well then," he said, groaning as he clumsily stood up, still weighing on the wall, "you're going to need help for that. I'm coming with you."
"Derek, you can barely stand. Look at what they did to you. I won't let you go."
"How will you stop me? You going to kill me?"
"No!" I couldn't even think about it. He shot me a smug look and I rolled my eyes. "Fine, but I want to call in back up. We need the rest of the pack."
Derek pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Scott? Yeah, it's me. Aideen is here. She needs us. Get Jackson and Stiles and come to my place."
The rest of the pack got there by the time Derek took to go upstairs and get a new shirt. He was pulling it over his head when the guys walked in. You could still see scars all over his body, and his T-shirt didn't cover his arms which were bad enough.
"Derek, you look like hell. Aideen, did you do that? If you did, great job!" Stiles wrapped his arms around me, glad I was back. The joke stung.
"No, she didn't. It was Justin." Stiles kept his arm around my shoulders. Jackson and Scott both looked confused.
"Justin? But why would he do that? He's a beta. He couldn't take you like that." Jackson had a good point.
"His cousin helped. He was pissed because Austin told him that Aideen and I are doing stuff behind his back. The idiot believed it, somehow and they tried to kill me. If Aideen hadn't found me... well..." Stiles' arm held on tighter.
"So what are we going to do? We all know it's not true, but Justin is stubborn. If he's really flipped teams, how are we going to get him back."
"Easy," I said, "We kill Austin."
"You want me to risk myself for your little vengeance raid? No thanks!" I glared at Jackson.
"No, I want you to risk your life for your pack mate!" He looked down in shame.
"Aideen, where have you been? We heard the other alpha had you."
I frowned and remembered the pathetic excuse for a kiss I had gotten while I was hostage. "He did. He wanted me to be his mate. I refused."
Derek's eyebrows shot up, Stiles' jaw dropped, Jackson lost his cool exterior, and Scott laughed. "What, he a bad kisser or something?"
"Actually, yes, he is. He drooled." Again with the faces. I rolled my eyes. "You wouldn't like kissing if you were only standing by your arms." They all looked upset when they saw the cuts on my wrist.
"Oh yeah. He's gonna die," Stiles hissed. I laughed and hugged him, glad to be back with my friends. Yet somehow, something, someone was missing.
Stiles drove me home. Derek wanted to do it, but he still needed to heal. Plus, I think it would be better if I returned home from captivity by a werewolf with a human. Stiles walked me to the door. I stood behind him as he knocked. When it opened, a tired looking Chris was there. His eyes were red and puffy, but they got huge when Stiles moved over for me to be seen.
"Aideen! Oh my gosh, Aideen!" He embraced me like a long lost friend, and this was the one time I saw Chris Argent cry. He didn't cry when werewolves tore out his sisters throat. Not when his daughter was saved at the dance from her werewolf boyfriend. But he did cry when I came home.
"I'm fine. I'm ok. Stop freaking out."
"Stop freaking out! You went missing for two days! Where were you?" The rest of the family were standing in the doorway watching. Well, everyone but my dad.
"Let's go inside and I'll tell you."
Turns out my bum of a father was drunk and was waisting away in a chair in the living room. He didn't come to the door because he was passed out. I had told my story in as little detail as possible. I told them about Derek trying to save me and what had happened in the trap door under the shack. I also filled them in on Arianna and how see wasn't as bad and if it wasn't for her, I would look like I had gone through a shredder. They took it surprisingly well when I told them that we were going to take care of the problem, latter. Chris and Allison said they would go with me. Glad I had family, I didn't say no.
After the conversation, I had gone to my room, where I am now. I knew I wasn't going to sleep tonight, so I did what I had been longing to do. I took a hot shower. When I washed away all the blood, dirt, and wolf slobber, I put on dark jeans, a grey shirt and my favorite coat that I had left in the woods. It had been on my bed when I came in.
Austin had taken my knives, my main weapon, so I needed my other form of killing. I bent down in my knees and got into my hunter trunk that held many dark things about my past. I was digging out one right now. I pulled a foot long black box from the bottom, under many other things I didn't want to see. Pictures of my sister lay on top of it. I brushed them off and looked into the contents of the box.
My mother's blade lay inside, the elegant designs gleaming in the light that they had not seen for years. When mom disappeared, I put them away. Now, I needed them again. I lifted the knife from the box. The scabbard had a huge wolf-like animal on it. I pulled it off to show off the wicked shine of silver laced iron under it. This was ten times more deadly than my own pair of knives.
The blade curved outwards to a deadly handle was composed of a large wolf, pawing the ground. Another wolf head was at the end of the handle.
This knife was historic in the past of wolves and hunters. It had become a myth over the ages. IT had a feared name.
Malum, translating to Latin's word for "evil." I don't know if hunter named it because it killed evil wolves or if werewolves named it because of how many of the beast fell from it. To me, it was both, and it was about to live up to it's name.