Silver In Our Blood
Chapter 6
The Lonely Wolf
The day rolled out without any problems occurring. Except for one, the two brothers that had offered me their help, their protection, weren't back yet.
It was 7 PM now and I was pacing in the garden, watching the sun slowly disappear behind the Earth into warm colours. I kicked a stone off of the paved path as my thoughts raced in my head. What if they left? What if they're hurt? It's all my fault. I should've asked them to leave.
My head was aching from thinking, when I heard my name being called.
I undid the tight bun that was crushing my brain to death and shook the extremely long strands of hair free. I turned around to see two tall bodies coming down the path and I breathed out in relief. One walked with nonchalance, pretty normally, except maybe for the fact that he was extremely tall which made his shoulder slouch a little, they had that attractive sway in them, almost like a model. He carried his weight equally with all of his muscles working together, he almost seemed light. His brother on the other hand, who was almost as tall as him but not quite, walked heavily, as if each one of his step crushed the pavement to dust. He was the pure exemple of manliness, legs wide apart as he moved forwards, his shoulders moving in a dropping manner, he didn't carry his weight as strongly as his brother but he looked straight forward, as if the world was his. He could've been a model. And while Dean's shine eclipsed his younger brother's, I only had eyes for the humble one of them, the one who was a taller man than his brother yet still smaller.
I tried to calm the heat burning in my heart as they approached me.
"Who's the royal family inside?" Dean asked of his deep voice, eyebrows furrowed, hands casually on his hips.
The manliest of the lions.
"My cousin, his wife and his children." I answered "Do they know you're here?" I asked back.
I would have to find an excuse for having, in their words, 'low standards' people into the manor.
"No." It was Sam who answered, his sweet, calm voice contrasting with his brother's. "But we have to tell you about something we found." He continued taking out his phone and handing in over to me.
Electricity ran through my veins, when his strong hand casually touched my fragile one.
On the screen was a spiral painted in red on an abandoned building. Strangely, I knew that symbol.
I lifted my eyes up to meet Sam's. "I know this symbol, it means revenge." I said eyebrows furrowed. "I don't know why, but I've seen it before, really vaguely and I can't remember where." I handed him his phone back and looked down trying to concentrate. When I looked up, Sam had taken a book out from god knows where.
"The downward spiral means revenge, it is usually used by a pact, marked on the door of the person they're seeking revenge on." He read to me and his brother agreed with his head.
I looked to his hands only to recognize the familiar A crossed with an arrow in the middle carved into the leathery cover of the book, my family's symbol.
I was about to speak when Dean spoke up, reading my mind. "Totally not stolen."
"As long as you put it back where it belongs, I don't really care." I answered. Shoving my hands into the pockets of my jacket.
The October wind was starting to blow stronger as the sun was almost all hidden. Yet still, both men wore only their shirts, sleeves rolled up.
"But get this." Sam spoke up as if his discovery was going to change the whole universe. "Do you know what this building is?" His piercing blue eyes locked with mines and I felt the intelligence in their glow, the feeling of knowledge.
"No?" I answered after a while, stuck in a trans, hypnotized by is blue orbs.
"This building belonged to your family." He explained shifting his weight from a foot to another. "It was an ammunition factory. It closed 25 years ago…"
"When I was born." I whispered, putting one and one together. "So this guy, Aeacus, put this sign on the factory because he wanted revenge on my family and poisoned my mother?" I asked, confused.
"To make it simple, yes." Sam answered. "But we think it's more of a pack, not a single individual."
As all this information entered my brain, I started walking back towards the manor, both men following me.
"So you're telling me I have a band of crazy psychopathic werewolves running after me, trying to kill me?" I asked as I hugged my jacket closer, the wind cold on my face.
"Exactly." Dean spoke up, after being quiet for quite a while. "So no running around town, meeting people. If you wanna live you stick with us." He said as if he had repeated this sentence a thousand of times in his life.
Then I remembered.
"Oh, about people. We might have a slight problem." I stopped, hand on the door handle. "My cousin's family is here as you already noticed." I announced, when they didn't really reacted, I carried on. "Etiquette? Prestige? Who are you supposed to be, dressed like that they'll think you're the gardener." I explained and they both looked down to their clothing.
"Our clothes are totally fine." Dean defended himself, frowning, his lips slightly pouting like they always were.
For a moment, I remembered kissing those lips and I quickly shook the idea out of my mind, alcohol isn't really my thing I guess.
"Not for them, we'll need to dress you up and find you a reason to be here. You can borrow some clothes here, there's freaking everything in this house, you probably already noticed. Nice pants, plain shirt tucked in your pants and shiny shoes should do the trick." I described, opening the door and entering with them following closely behind.
"And about our alibi?" Dean asked readjusting his dark blue jacket, slightly offended about our judgment for his style.
"You could be friends of mine from England. But that won't cut it." I pinched the bridge of my nose trying to think. Of course one of them could be my boyfriend, but that would be slightly embarrassing.
Blaire what are you doing? Where's the strong confident woman in you?
It was true, for the last couple of days I had been less than myself, always cowering, fragile and hiding away. I was scared of that life I had discovered, but now that I knew a little bit more about what was going on, I was regaining my knowledge and my power.
So there, I decided I was over hiding. "Sam you'll be my fiancé and Dean, well you're his brother who always dreamt of visiting America." It sounded like a great plan and none of them whined about it, Sam was my fiancé, one point for Blaire.
"I kissed you first why am I the fiancé, I thought we had a connection?" Dean faked hurt and his brother nudged him.
"Because, clearly, the Lady prefers me over you." Sam added. "But what about the staff that knows who we are?" He asked after bickering with his brother.
We were reaching the stairs when he asked the question and as if on cue, Emrich appeared from the hallway facing us.
"The staff can easily be bought." I answered as I marched towards the gray haired man.
"Dear Emrich." I greeted him as I looped my arm with the old man's one, we walked away from the two hunters as they continued they way upstairs. "I need to ask you a favour."
"Anything Miss Argent." He answered and I smiled at him.
"You see, my cousins don't have the same sense of hospitality than me, and I fear all my guests aren't going to mingle well together if part of them know strangers are residing in here within the walls of our family." I interiorly laughed at the irony of the whole thing, I knew more about the Winchester brothers than my own family. "So I suggest we cover it up a little, Agent Wi-Lancaster will be my Fiancé and his brother, well will be his brother. Do you agree with me?" I almost forgot that he didn't say his real name.
"Sure thing Miss Argent. Do you want me to tell the rest of the staff?" He asked, comprehensive.
"Yes, thank you, Emrich." I let go of his arm and he carried on to whatever occupation he had.
You don't have any other choice anyway.
I told myself. One thing about being a little queen in your little castle was that no one could contradict your sayings.
I then rejoined Sam and Dean into their room.
"So?" I asked. "Found anything?"
I was becoming more and more comfortable with them around, unlike my family who was frigid and stuck up, they were loose and I didn't feel judged by them every second.
I heard Dean groan from the dressing room and I laughed lightly.
"And you Sam?"
He came out of the dressing room, dressed with a shirt of a very light blue, navy blue chic pants held up by a brown leather belt and completed by black shoes. He opened his arms as if saying ta-da.
I held up both my thumbs up and asked him to spin around for me.
After he did, he offered me the best exaggerated fiery stare he could muster and I laughed at his contorted expression.
"Wow" I commented. "Not bad, Sam."
"Not so bad yourself." He winked and then started messily rolling up the sleeves of his shirt.
I took off my jacket and threw it on the couch as I approached him.
"Let me." I demanded as I rolled them down and restarted, folding the tissue neatly.
I couldn't help but shiver as my fingers brushed his warm and tan skin, the blue shirt contrasting against it.
He smiled down at me before we heard a tumble coming from the dressing room behind us.
"Are you surviving Dean?" Sam chuckled as I moved to his other sleeve.
"You should try red Dean, I'm sure it would fit you really greatly." I suggested.
We heard him fumble with things before he muttered under his breath.
I finished rolling up Sam's sleeve and looked up to him, smiling, black hair falling into my face. "There."
He smiled back cocking his head to the side ever so slightly and softly pushed the hair back behind my ear. His thumb lightly crazing my cheek made my heart pump so loudly in my chest I was sure even Dean could ear it. I resisted the urge to scream, reacting like a little girl seeing a poney for the first time. "There." He repeated my words.
Don't blush Blaire, be a strong and sexy woman.
And as if on cue, Dean entered the room and Sam's hand dropped.
"How do I look?" He asked spinning around for us to admire his attire.
He wore, like I suggested, a crimson red shirt accompanied by black everything. Sam wolf whistled and I clapped.
"Fabulous." I commented before he joined us besides the couches. "So, I thought about it and, we didn't think out the accent issue and cultural issue so let's say you moved to London a year ago. Which would explain the american accent. And Dean, you're still his brother but you just wanted to see America again. okay?" I explained as I took my jacket up from the couch and exited their room and they both agreed. Even though we had thousands of room they still chose to have the same room, each of their beds on each sides of the room separated by a sitting area in the middle. I found it oddly adorable, two fully grown men sharing the same bedroom, or maybe there was a back story about, but either way, it was none of my business.
On our way out we met Felicity to which I handed my jacket and she announced us that supper was ready. I turned to the brothers and clasped my hands together.
"Show time boys."
We made our way to the grand dinning room and just before entering, Sam's hand came resting on my waist and the little girl inside me screamed again.
"Oliver, Coralie, girls, I present you my fiancé Samuel." I hesitated on his name, not sure they would've liked just 'Sam', they needed something fancier. I felt his graze on me and I looked up to him, giving him my best 'model wife' smile I could. "And this is his brother David." I lied on his name too and he played the part standing straighter that usual. "Honey, David, this is Oliver, my cousin, his wife Coralie and both their adorable daughters Gabrielle and Halley."
When Sam's hand left my hip to shake my cousin's hand, I felt strangely cold like his hand had become an extension on my own body for the short period of time it had been there, it had become oddly comfortable.
I laughed at the surprise on Sam and Dean's faces when Coralie kissed them on both cheeks. "She's french." I explained to them.
While Sam took his place back at my side, Dean was making quite an impression on both little girls. Has the extent of his charm no end?
Oliver clasped his hands together in impatience. "Let's eat shall we?" He asked and we all took place at the table. Sam and Dean at me sides while the four others sat before us.
"Samuel?" Sam asked me, whispering in my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin sending shivers all over my body.
"Fancier." Was the only word I answered back, locking eyes with him.
His eyes almost seemed hazel under the dim light of the chandelier cascading down from the extremely high ceiling up above our heads. He cocked his head slightly to the side, as if saying "really?", I noticed he did that quite a lot.
I was hypnotized by his eyes, lost in the contemplation of his features when he spoke up again: "Yes Blaire, how did we meet?"
My eyebrows furrowed instantly and I then realized I had been completely unaware of my surroundings. I looked away from him seeing that everyone was waiting for an answer.
I blushed furiously, strangling a nervous laugh in my throat.
Wow Blaire, did you just get caught staring.
I was relieved when Sam, seeing my distress, spoke up again: "It's a funny story actually, It was mid December on the night of a snowstorm and I was finishing a project at the school's library while she was doing research. We were so concentrated that we didn't notice when they locked up the place. So once I realized the time it was, I got up to the door and, thinking I was alone, swore out loud, that's when I heard that sweet voice behind me saying…"
He looks up to me waiting and I continue the story, he's a great liar. "Yeah same." I laughed, as if remembering the events. "The look on his face, it was like he saw a ghost!"
He carries on: "So then we spend probably two hours trying to find a way to open the damn door. We then finally gave up and spend the rest of the night talking, stealing hot chocolate from the coffee machine, we actually fell asleep on the couches. Have you ever slept on a couch before?" He asked my cousin as if it was the worst thing ever and he shook his head with disgust.
Then I jumped in for the grand finale. "But you'll never guess what I found when I woke up. One, he was gone! But, he left a book next to my bag, do you know what was the tittle of this book?" I asked and they shook their heads. " 'Love at First Sight' -cheesy I know, but incredibly effective- with that he left a note with his number on it and the rest is history."
While my family was completely buying the made-up story we had just created, me and the boys on our side, were trying our best not to crack up. Especially Dean, who didn't believe a guy could ever do such thing, ever.
I turned to Sam and our hand met on the table while he leaned in and kissed my forehead. I literally melt under the feeling of his lips on my skin.
"Can I see your ring, dear?" Coralie asked with excitement and I froze.
Shit, I don't have a ring.
"Oh it was a little bit too big, so we sent it back to get it fixed." Sam lied smoothly and I worried a second, about his lying abilities.
Coralie pouted and we finally all dove into our food.
But I wasn't really that hungry, all that I could think about was the ghost of Sam's warm and strong hand on my very own skin, the feeling of his breath running down my neck. All I could think about was running my hand through his long soft brown hair, feel the bulge of his Adam's apple as I run my fingertips down his neck, kissing his olive skin with fervour, greed and hunger. A hunger that wasn't one to be fulfilled with even the richest of foods, a hunger to be filled with carnal desire, lust and passion. I don't know for how long I stayed there fantasying, the sound of people chatting around me only sounding like a faint buzzing in my ears, but it's only when I heard my name being spoken that I was shaken out of my reverie.
"Blaire. You're not hungry?" Dean's deep voice asked, mouth full of meat. And I shook the idea of Sam's body out of my head.
"Uh.." I stuttered, frowning. "No, uh, I don't know."
It was like something was itching inside of me, like there was a part of me scratching at the walls of my head to be set free. It felt like a rush through my body.
I played around with the fruits of my salad using the tip of my fork and realized that everyone was almost done eating.
I shook my head and started eating, but the hunger was just not there so I just pushed my plate aside and tried to include myself in the discussion that Oliver and Sam, my 'fiancé' were having, something about law school.
"So you studied law?" Oliver asked, sipping on his champagne.
"Yeah, but I still haven't finished though." Sam answered.
I listened for a while, at first thinking it was just another one of his smooth lies, but the more he talked, the more I believed in what he said. When I asked Dean, whispering in his ear, he confirmed my thoughts.
So he hadn't always done this whole "hunter" thing, he had had the chance to have a somewhat normal life for a while. I sort of envied him, the way he had a choice while I had just been thrown into this world without any clue of what was going on, doomed even before my birth.
After dinner I decided to just go back to my room to read a little bit. I felt frustrated and lost again. Losing that small power that I had recently gained. I threw myself on my bed taking the book hidden under my pillow and scanning through the pages to find where I left the last time.
Words unknown to me laid there on the pages as I discovered more and more about them. Soon enough, I had become familiar with certain terms such as wolfsbane, mountain ash, shifters and many more. But something new always popped up, there was always something new, something different, there was never a specie that was simple and always looked the same. It was like humans, the way we are all the same but all different. I groaned and rolled onto my stomach like a whinny brat that's bored to death. I was becoming more and more frustrated to find nothing about myself, nothing that could explain the way I was. I was a mystery even for the most mysterious side of the world. And that bugged me.
Sighting out of annoyance, I got up and crossed the hall to the Winchesters' bedroom. But I stopped before the doorway, earring a third voice, this one deep and monotonous.
"We think it's an Alpha." I heard Dean say.
"Weren't they all extinguished******?" The voice asked.
"That's what we thought." Sam answered. "But every signs on this case tell us otherwise."
"Can I see the girl?" The voice asked and I took it as my cue to enter the room.
I only caught the glimpse of a silhouette standing there, the back of a beige trench coat, before it disappeared instantly.
"What the hell?" I asked loudly and both men looked at each other before looking at me, Dean opened his mouth and closed it a couple times. Eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed I spoke again. "What the hell is he?"
I entered further into the room. When I was almost next to both brothers I heard something behind me, like the ruffling of wings or someone throwing paper. I swirled around and locked eyes with an attractive man, the one who's silhouette I saw before, the one that disappeared and reappeared out of thin air.
He had deep and dark blue eyes, unlike Sam's who were a light shade of blue meet green and grey, they were blue and only blue. There was a purity and an unexplainable innocence in his eyes, it was almost like an emptiness. His eyelids hanged low in their sockets, almost touching his dark lashes and although he had really dark brown and messy short hair, his sparse eyebrows were drawing a soft line low above his eyes. Beside the fact that his his cheeks were covered by a thin black scruff all of his features were pretty gentle. His nose wasn't too big, nor too small, it was perfectly balanced, it wasn't to pointy nor round, not too sharply defined without lacking complete interest, except for his nostrils that were slightly higher than most people, it was the perfect draw of a nose. Under it laid a mouth, a small and pretty thin mouth. But while his upper lip was shaped in a heart with volume, his lower lip reached both corner of his mouth without curving down, it was a pretty straight line, the shape of both caused hi mouth to hang slightly open revealing a set of slightly crooked bottom teeth. He wore a beige trench coat with under it a a black suit, a white shirt and a dark blue tie. He reminded me of those kids who wear their parents clothes or like a puppy trying to be serious, there was something sweet but harsh about him but I didn't know why.
"I am Castiel and I am an Angel of the Lord." He spoke up with a deep voice deprived of emotion and I frowned.
"You have to stop saying that." Dean said to the man, Castiel.
I turned to him and pointed to the Angel of the Lord "Is he for real?" I asked and he nodded. "Fantastic, you know what? I'm not even gonna question it, if werewolves exist why not freaking angels. Does that mean there's a God? That, I find hard to believe. Is there a God? Or maybe lots of Gods? Actually don't answer that." I rambled.
"I won't." Castiel answered automatically and I frowned again this time looking at Sam for explanation.
"He takes everything literally." And I nodded slowly.
"And why is he here?" I asked.
I jumped when I turned back and he was standing right behind me, too close for my liking.
"Cas, personal space remember?" Dean said.
He took a small step back, apologizing, and he scrutinized my face with extreme attention. I felt my cheeks redden by the actions of this stranger. While he was shorter than the Winchester brothers he still towered over me, intimidating me.
"He's here to help us to figure some things out about you." Dean then explained.
Then the stranger stopped looking at me and locked eyes with the older brother, an expression on his face I couldn't quite comprehend.
"I don't understand, I can't see anything." Castiel announced, completely ignoring me. "And you say the wounds haven't healed up yet?" he asked as he marched to join the other men, his steps mechanical.
Sam and Dean shook their heads and Castiel looked back at me, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squinted. "I think I might know, but she'll have to get undressed." He announced monotonously.
WHAT?!
"No." Sam instantly interjected has he joined my side "Cas, what the hell?" He asked posting himself slightly before me.
Castiel's eyes widened as if just now realizing what he had just said and Dean just snorted, laughing like an idiot.
"Damn Cas, you go straight to business don't you lover boy?" Dean commented as he playfully smacked the angel's back. "Can you explain why you want this lovely lady here to get undressed? I mean, we all can agree that she's a babe but that's a little straightforward."
Castiel then cleared his throat before talking again. "I think there might sigils on her, keeping the wolf inside of her caged. They might be scars or tattoos, but that's the only way it would explain why I can't see the wolf inside her."
"Castiel is right." Sam said. "If you don't want to you don't have to, but he's an angel, he has no emotion so you don't have to worry." Sam explained.
"He's still a stranger!" I exclaimed with outrage. "But, I might have a little idea of what he's talking about, I've always had those weird scars on my back for an unknown reason, they told me it was varicella scars I got from when I was a baby, but chickenpox doesn't leave this kind of scars. I never knew what it was no matter how hard i searched." I told them more calmly.
"Can you show us?" Dean asked and I nodded turning my back to them.
"Sam can you unzip me please?" I asked him and he obeyed, his warm and slender fingers sending shivers all over my body as they worked my dress open and touched my skin.
I closed my eyes enjoying every second of his finger tracing with lightness the white patterns that covered my whole spine and that I knew perfectly. At 17 I had accepted the fact that these scars that I had on my back were a part of me and that they would never go away, so instead of carrying them as ugly weird marks, I got them tattooed in white ink, retraced in more structured lines, the sinuous circles becoming perfect rounds and the shaky traits becoming straight lines.
As long as I wanted more of his hands on me, Sam eventually had to let go of my skin as Dean and Castiel approached to get a better look.
"Exactly what I thought." Castiel commented and I felt his breath on my bare back. Suddenly I was uncomfortable with showing that much skin to a group of men. Of course it was just my back, but the warmth I felt with Sam's careful touch and delicacy was soon replaced by the feeling of being like a lab rat, studied by Dean and Castiel without much gentleness an care but more with seriousness and disinterest. I just wanted Sam to zip my dress back up but I couldn't. I felt the angel's cold rough finger on the sigil on my nape. "This one, this one is to keep the wolf inside." His finger moved lower. "This one is to keep him from lashing out." He was now touching the middle of my back. " This one is to make it completely invisible to everyone, angels, demons, even herself, but werewolves even though they can't see it can still feel their peers." He moved lower again. "So this one is to make it unrecognizable from the other wolves, they will know she is one but won't be able to recognize it." He now reached my lower back. "And this one." He paused, trying to recognize the last sigil. "It's to keep her from ever finding a den or a pack."
To exclude me, to lock me away, to keep me from having a home, a sense of belonging, to keep me from loving, from being loved, to keep me away from being a wolf, from being human. To keep me caged, to keep me hidden, to keep me for no one at all.
I felt tears forming in my eyes and I closed them forcefully. " Sam can you zip me up please?" I asked, my voice shaky and I exited the room unable to understand why would someone wish such things upon a small child, keeping it away from the wolf is understandable but keeping her away from love at all…
I threw myself on my bed and just let go of the emotions that were engulfing me, all those feelings accumulated over the years, abandon, rejection, not belonging anywhere… all explained on my very own skin, all scared and tattooed on me. I just let it all out, all the frustration, the anger and the sadness. I just cried the life out of my body, I cried till I felt the bed slightly sink next to me. The scent of honey and wood after rain filling my nostrils.
*IMPORTANT A/N* Hey guyyys! :) So I don't know why but FF just kept bugging and didn't want me to upload ANYTHING even just in the doc manager, when I'd click on upload it would load and just go blank.. -_-" So I've been waiting since like a week for the problem to go away and it finally did today! I finished this chapter yesterday really late and I was too tired to correct it and too eager to post it.. XD So hope you liked chapter 6! We finally met Castiel :D and we learned more about Blaire, also a lot of movement onto Blaire and Sam's relationship, I try to make as less cheesy as I can but man it's hard XD I might had some Destiel but I don't know yet please review and tell me what you think! Don't be shy! Critics are more than welcomed!
Enjoy the rest of your day- Hell-Later-On XxX