monsters under your bed.

“ just because we do bad things, doesn’t mean we’re bad people. ” “ yeah ----- well, you haven’t seen what i’ve done. ” derek hendricks. XXVI. hunter.

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-- brennan gautier.

          “You really shouldn’t express condolences, it was only a house.” Many others had lost their lives, the Delore parents and a Knight included. Memories Brennan could look back on could be considered insignificant in comparison to those who would never live to see another day.  

                Head finally raising off the bar top that he had almost embedded his body into after the past couple of days, Derek’s eyes rested upon the werewolf and his friend, taking every fiber of his being to not clench his fists and throw one into either of their faces. “Shut up. Are either are you fucking capable of fucking doing that?” He hissed, hating the reminder of his sister.

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-- thalia levesque.

“Maybe I should have rephrased that, will you be okay if I leave to get myself to the fucking hospital.” She hissed. Standing up from the ground.  Thalia glared at him. “All I will say is that losing  a loved one takes a part of you as well. One you rarely get back.” With that, Thalia walked off to one of the EMT’s who were there. She wasn’t about to let herself get any worse now.

                “I never fucking asked you to be here in the first place so yes, please. Fuck off,” he muttered in anger and annoyance, almost shocked at how the Knight that laid dead a few feet away form them could even put up with the woman in front of him for as long as he did. “I didn’t ask for your advice, this is my fucking loss, not yours. Not everything is about you so please, fuck off and learn to shut up once in a while.”

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-- hailee sparks.

The entire scene that was being played out in front of her didn’t seem real. His screams managed to confirm that this was a nightmare that she was not going to be able to escape. Getting herself to get him to let go of Becks, had to be the most excruciating action that she had ever done. The hunter hated having to do what she had done. A part of her knew that she was going to remember that moment for the years to come. When he decided to go to her house all she did was nod her head, after all, that was all that she could do at that moment. Her hand completely red from the blood that she had gotten from turning people over to locate her own sister and the pressure that Derek had caused as he gripped onto her. In silence, they did all the moves that were required to get up and out of the scene. It felt forever but they finally made it to her apartment, it was a humble studio after all Hailee did her best to make her own life. To be there for her family but not depend on them completely. A part of that came from her secret of keeping her hobby. Once they pushed through her entrance she kicked her gym bag underneath her sofa. No one visited her, not really. She spent time at Kali’s place and then visited everyone she cared. Rarely `letting company overstay their short welcome `– or even giving them a chance to come inside.`But there were exceptions, clearly, Derek was one at the moment. She walked him over to her bedroom giving him the bed, he was going to need it more than her before she went to the kitchen and made something to eat for both of them. Once she was done in the kitchen she brought the tray over to the bed placing it at the edge of the bed before sitting on the edge and picking up his head before laying it on her lap. Her fingers caressing his head as they roamed freely through his hair. She pressed her lips together to give him a small smile. Hailee was quiet for a moment as she worked up the courage to tell him her next words, “I made some food. Not that you’re hungry, but you should eat something. Then I have to stitch up that wound of your left leg. – it’s small. I – I like cheesecakes – strawberry especially.” random facts were now spilling from her lips.

              Once his body was inside the home of the other hunter, the tears began to slowly stop as he felt a sense of home hugging him tightly, causing his blood to slow down the loss and pain that it had been rushing at a quicken pace around his body at an earlier time. Laying onto the bed, he took in a deep breath before rolling onto his side to let his eyes focus on the wall, the chips in the wall where paint began to fall off. Her footsteps were enough for him to sniffle his nose and wipe at the left over tears that were taking over his features, hating how weak he came off in those moments despite it being someone that he cared about to endless amounts and someone that he could trust with his life, someone that was willing to sit underneath him and run her slim fingers through his hair in a sense of making sure he felt comfortable and safe. Nodding his head slowly, his eyes wandered towards the plate that was clearly made for him, but his stomach refusing to even allow him to look at it long enough to think of eating it. “Maybe later,” he whispered as he finally laid onto his back and looked up at the younger hunter, his own fingers slowly raising up to brush her hair out of her face. Loss was something that the twenty four year old became used to, after losing his biological mother along with his adoptive father it was only in due time for another loss to happen in his life, but never once had he expected it to be Becks, his sister and only family he felt as though he had left. “Don’t worry about my leg right now, I need to clean it anyways,” he whispered, pain still echoing in his voice but the regular numbness and lack of tears finally happening throughout his body, a chuckle wanting to break through but only a small flick of the corners of his lips happened as he heard her random fact. “Strawberry is really the only good kind. I don’t mind a hint of chocolate in some, though,” he whispered as he looked up at him, thankful that her fingers in his hair was enough to keep him centered and focused on something other than the harsh reality that when he woke up tomorrow, Becks would still be in a morgue with a tag indicating her body.

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-- hailee sparks.

Was it possible to be alive while she felt her own heart breaking into a million pieces? The sight of Derek at this precise moment made her angry – furious, at whoever was up in the skies. How could someone allow for this to happen to him? Hadn’t they taken enough from him already? Hailiee couldn’t even fathom the pain Derek was feeling, just imagining her own sister’s death was enough to get her paralyzed at that moment. And that was just imagining. But he knew that they couldn’t stand there. The eyes of the paramedics laid on her, as if she had the solution to this. Like there was a remote possibility that she could make this better. Hailee wasn’t as fragile as everyone made her, but at that moment she felt like a glass figure because she couldn’t push herself to drag Derek away from his sister. A silly navie part of her that still lived in her, was hoping that Becks would just wake up. That this was all just a huge misunderstanding. But she knew that Becks would be taken away on a table, that this was the moment Becks would be pulled from Derek – there was no heartbeat. “I’m sorry.” – the apology wasn’t because of his loss, but for the actions, she was about to take. Crumbling besides the other hunter she intertwined her fingers with his as she slowly unattached his hold of his sister. The paramedics not hesitating to remove Beck’s body. The hunter felt a pang of fear as she saw into his eyes, that spark — that small slight beautiful hazel glimmer was gone. Her fear becoming that what was about to come was going to be worse than the present situation. She raised a hand as she wiped the tears from his face, “Let me take you home. Or we can go back to my place. We can go anywhere and nowhere – but we can’t stay here. Listen to my voice, please.” There was no logic in telling him that he was the strongest person she knew – or how she feared losing him. None of that would help. 

               Death began it’s suffocating of Derek’s airways before he even took his first breath, taking his mother away from his infant fingers as he was taken away from her by the doctors so carelessly. It had been a loss he blamed himself for, for as long as he could remember. Then came Robbie, the only figure of a father he had known growing up. To this day, he had no answers behind his adoptive fathers dead and now ---- now he was holding the only family he had left other than Brooks, who he had to tell about the death if the paramedics didn’t find him before the broken and beaten male. His head shook quickly as he heard Hailee’s words, knowing by her voice what she was willing to do; his whole body almost ignited like the fire inside the mansion of the home, watching as the paramedics rushed quickly to take the woman out of arms and the fear took over, screaming loudly at the paramedics to give her back but yet his body remained in place as his hand gripped extremely tight onto Hailee’s, praying that the feeling would give him any sense of comfort and protection as he watched his dead sister being pulled away from him so easily towards the ambulance where they would cover her up in one of those inhumane black bags and - more than likely - violently throw her into the back of an ambulance, just adding her onto the list of people they had to send to the morgue. Finally snapping back into reality, he let his gaze finally move down to Hailee, knowing she did what he didn’t have the strength to do, knowing that screaming at her wouldn’t help his mental state in that exact moment. “I can’t ----,” he paused, incapable of thinking of the walls of him home --- a home that wouldn’t feel like home anymore. “Can we just go to yours, please?”

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               Blood soaked the hunters shirt, leaning back against the wall while he allowed his partner to continue her ruthless torture towards the other. The screaming from the victim only fueled his anger and thirst for blood as his knife dangled from his finger tips, already doused in blood from earlier stabs. His head began to pound from the screaming, causing him to reach up with his fingers to press against his left temple as he pushed himself off the wall and walk towards the center of the room. “Can you damn well let me kill him already?” He hissed towards the vampire that he grabbed by the arm, yanking her back to look at him. Since the death of his sister, blood shed was the only way to make his insides get ease, hoping with each super he killed would somehow bring her back. “His screaming is so god-damn annoying, he’s more irritating than the rest,” he said as his darkened eyes cast over the victim. // @remixvalentine

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-- hailee sparks.

If anything could sober up the younger Sparks it was the events that managed to follow up, including the site of Derek holding the body of Becks.The hunter hadn’t been able to wipe off the blonde from her body before she walked beside him. Not knowing what to say, and at the same fearing that she could be joining Derek since she hadn’t been able to locate her own sister. “I’m not.” She replied with all the kindness in the world, Instead of saying or doing anything else she placed her hand on his left shoulder. A week ago they had thrown into a lake a complete stranger, death wasn’t something they were new to – but the death of a loved one, well now that was something else. “We have to move. We can take her.” They couldn’t stay paralyzed for much longer. God she wished they could, for Derek she wished she could pause time for him. 

               Feeling the arm softly touch his shoulder only cause the tears to stream down his face at a faster pace, allowing one of his arms that were wrapped around Becks to move up to grip tightly onto the hand on his shoulder for the only comfort he could find in that moment. With his whole family buried six feet under, it seemed as though Hailee was really all he had left in a world filled with emptiness and loose ends that were never tied up with revenge. He knew that he had to get up, he had to move her away from the middle of the chaos before he was forced to let go of her by the paramedics that were already begging him to let go. “I know,” he muttered quietly as he let go of her hand and rubbed it over his face, a sniffle of the nose and he was back to gripping tightly onto the waist of his dead sister. “I’ll ---- get up, give me a second,” he whispered as his eyes fell down on the corpse, wanting nothing more but her to start coughing and yelling at him for being the biggest pussy on the planet for sobbing over her dead body. To tell him one last time how much she hated him with that smug smirk on her face. Finally, he took his deep breath and slowly get up, his sister still in his arms, one of them under her knees while the other held tightly around her back with her head on his shoulder. “I don’t ------ think I can let her go, Hailee.”

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-- sawyer king.

The woman in his arms felt like nothing, as if she were not truly sprawled across them, head hanging off the side. The features of her face were so much different than the memories running through his head, soft and gentle despite the demeanor he knew her to have. Her blood stained the suit he had worn that night, infiltrated his senses as he walked out of the burning manor that held their last conversation. Threats and antagonistic words, that is what held the last conversation Sawyer would ever have with Beck. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t see straight as he stumbled over the rumble, across the lawn until he saw Derek moving towards him. He didn’t say anything as the woman’s body was taken from his arms, laid across the ground as he stood over them. His mind was reeling from what had happened, unable to wrap around the hellfire, the rumble that had fallen, or the beam that had pierced the gut of a woman he had held close to him. It wasn’t until Derek was looking up at him, screaming words that had already been repeating in his head. “I – I can’t. I already – tried.” His own blood stained the sleeve of his suit, the puncture wounds from his fangs slowly healing as he continued to stare down at Beck. His own blood stained the lips of the hunter he had attempted to save, to bring her back from the dead despite her outward hate towards him.

                Although the hunter had clearly seen the puncture wounds on the vampire that were beginning to already heal and the blood smeared against his sisters lips, Derek jumped up to tightly grip onto Sawyer’s suit and shook him as violently as he could with the lack of strength in his body. “Stop! Stop saying you did. You didn’t do fucking shit, try again, don’t fucking stop!” He yelled in his face, almost trying to throw the vampire onto the ground next to his sister with tears streaming down his face at such a rate he could barely even see who he was shaking after the began to fall. “You fucking prick!” He shouted, pushing him back once before throwing a punch towards the shoulder of the ex-hunter, knowing very well it wouldn’t hurt the newborn vampire but it didn’t stop from the punches to keep going, getting closer and closer to his jaw as moments passed. “Save her, fucking save her! What good are you for if you can’t fucking do the one thing that’s good about you?” Out of breath, Derek finally let his hands fall to his sides before looking down at Becks, taking in how peaceful she looked despite the death looming over every inch of her body, how her chest refused to raise and fall, how Sawyer’s blood was smeared against her face so much that it looked as though he was trying to force feed her so harshly. Falling next to her, Derek moved hair out of her face while a sob broke through his chest. “Don’t -------- fucking leave me, too. Come on, wake up. Wake up, please. Please fucking wake up,” he begged to the already dead corpse. He hadn’t even gotten to say goodbye ---- hadn’t gotten to say he loved her before her last breath.

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-- edward knight.

                 Suit and tie or scrubs, if medical assistance is needed then so be it —-  the purpose of him standing there as of now is to provide the help injured residents required. He knew what pain the young man faced; Edward suffered the loss of another family member during the final hours of the Masquerade. There had to be some way for him to explain that the feeling is one the two possibly shared together; that bond they might have felt with said person is one that should have never gotten destructed. Yet here the two were..mourning, struggling with what to do next. “Beck.” At least, he remembered that as her name. “I’ve had a few conversations with her before. I want you to trust me.” The relationship between them both is one he’s unsure of, but it’s apparent she held that much of an importance in his life for him to not want her out of his sight. “I lost my brother. It’s aching, it aches terribly. But I still strive to help others despite how much I can barely focus. Just allow me to move her towards the other side so that there’s enough room for others to get help. You can stay, I promise.”

                The pain of his mother and Robbie rushed back the moment he had witnessed Sawyer carrying out his sister, every single feeling of loss weighed on his shoulders and pushed him so deep into the ground that he was almost scared he wouldn’t be able to get up for hours, Becks in his arms or not. Looking up at Edward, he knew that the poor guy was only trying to help and do his job, from the words shooting around them it was clear that the male in front of him also managed to lose someone dear to him, but as he gripped tightly onto his sister and the smell of her shampoo took over his scent, he wasn’t almost incapable of feeling any remorse for the Knight. “Yeah,” he said quietly once her name was muttered, tears forming in Derek’s eyes once again as she tightened his grip on the limp body, trying his best to not shake but failing miserably. “I’ll ---- move her myself, alright? Just please ---- just a few more minutes before I try and get up. Can I have that? Just a few more minutes before I have to let her go forever? Can you understand that and trust me when I say I’ll get up?” He asked with voice cracking, hand raising to tangle in the knotted hair of Beck, pressing his lips against the still warm skin that covered her forehead as tears fell down his cheeks once again.

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-- thalia levesque.

Pushing away the EMT’s, she told them all to go help the others who needed it. With one questioning how Thalia herself was, she told them what she needed before kneeling down next to Derek.  Truth be told, she didn’t know what to say at first. The loss of a close one was tough to deal with. Especially with the weeks to come. “It might be a while before her body goes cold. Are you going to be okay though?”

                It was a damn well stupid question that fell from the woman’s lips and his eyes slowly looked over to her, wanting nothing more but to bash her head against the closest tree because of the question that still lingered in the air but his hands stayed tightly tangled in Beck’s dress, scared if he let go that the EMT’s would rush to rip her from his grip and take her away. “My fucking sister is dead, do you think I’m going to be okay?” He finally said, eyes focused on the grass in front of them. “Don’t ----- even fucking think about trying to relate to me either, save the shit for someone else.”

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-- lyra valentine.

                         Lyra had been wandering around the bodies for no particular reason whatsoever when an anguished tone had her observant eyes curiously looking to whom this woman was that he was referring to. As the original effortlessly made her way towards the man she didn’t know, her torn and bloodied dress swayed gently in the slight breeze while her gaze now took in the sight of the hunter whom had promised to burn everything Lyra had loved; hunter’s were silly like that. “You must be the brother.” Lyra commented as though stepping into a sentence previously held by the two, despite them never having talked —— but the dead hunter she was now looking was amusing for the most part and she had only said not more than two hours ago that her brother was worse, would tolerate Lyra less than she had; one was dead, so another person would have to take her place. “She should have taken up my offer for a dance when she had the chance.” 

                 His focus being so dedicated to his limp sister in his arms, he couldn’t bring himself to care that Remi’s sister manged to make her way over to his secluded area he chose away from the chaos, eyes slowly raising to look up at her. Wanting to make a sarcastic comment, nothing came to mind as his eyes ached and came into view at the moon began to shine towards him. Bloodshot and tears clinging to his skin around his cheeks and down by his jawline, he hated how weak he seemed in that exact moment around an original vampire, someone that he would usually be tormenting with the woman that was in his arms. “Fuck off,” he finally said to fill the silence, unable to think of anything more creative to say in that moment. “Don’t you have other things to do? Like kill the help or some shit?” He hissed, tightening his grip on Becks.

[camilamcrrone]

[celebritiesandmovies]

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-- remi valentine.

               “Well just call me your personal bodyguard for the evening” and she meant it. Remi might not care of the death that surrounded her, but she could at least understand it. “You can’t save everyone ,Derek” reaching out to grab an EMT who neared Derek, Remi threw him a good ten meters away before she pushed herself off the tree and came to stand over Derek and his sister. “She asked me about you tonight– I didn’t know you had a sister”

                He had thought it was a joke, a sense of sarcasm that would’ve come with a mocking joke that would follow soon after, but that was only until he managed to look up enough to watch Remi take hold of the male coming to bother him once again and throw him as far as she could. “I don’t --,” he paused before taking a deep and shaky breath. “I don’t care about saving everything, Remi. I just cared about saving her,” he said before closing his eyes tightly and taking in the scent of Becks hair as he tightened his grip once again. “Not ---- blood related, but she’s the closest thing I had to a fucking family growing up. She trained me, her and Brooks.”

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-- remi valentine.

               “Why would you assume the first thing I would do in this situation is touch her?” Remi didn’t care for the body laying on the ground, she didn’t care that her ‘friend’ was grieving either, but that didn’t stop her from approaching the fallen hunter. Aside from her family and Kenzie, Derek was probably one of the only people she could be around in this moment that wouldn’t annoy the fucking shit out of her. “Your sister” she mused, arms crossing over her chest while she took temporary rest against a tree.

                “Everyone wants to take her away,” he muttered against Beck’s hair as he held onto her tightly, tears still in his eyes as he focused on nothing but the grass in front of him and not the vampire that was next to him, although he was incapable of even feeling the usual hatred for Remi as he shook in his place. “She’s not even --- cold yet, Remi. She’s not cold but she’s not -- she’s dead. She’s fucking dead and I couldn’t save her,” he choked out, voice cracking with every word that formed in sentences. “I couldn’t --- fucking save her, Remi. I couldn’t save her and now she’s dead.”

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-- thalia levesque.

Cough after cough escaped her lips as she walked over to the scene. Should she have been getting medical help? Most likely, but she wasn’t worried about her ownself yet. Not when others were far worse than she was. Or well that was what she had tought “Back off of him. Give him some space.” She spoke as she pushed her way through the crowd of EMT’s that were surrounding him.

                Thankful that someone managed to tell the others to back off, despite his own demands not making it as he literally yanked his sister back into his grip and away from the EMT’s that were still trying to take hold of the corpse they had to take away from the scene. Wanting to say thank you, nothing could come up from his throat as he slowly looked up at the other, nodding his head as though to thank her before letting his chin rest atop of his dead sisters head. “She’s not ----- she’s not even cold yet.”

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-- acacia navarro.

“Fuck you,” Acacia growled in answer when he told her to cry somewhere. “You don’t have a monopoly on grief, asshole. Beck would tell you that herself. If you hadn’t fucking let her die,” she answered back her voice harsh and full of her own anger. She’d been through his same loss with her family and just because she and Beck weren’t blood related didn’t mean she didn’t feel anything as deeply. It didn’t nullify her pain. “If she were here she’d tell you to get off your ass and move on. Just like she’s always told me.” The words were the final thing she said as she stood and moved away.

                 Internally, Derek had been blaming himself the moment he had seen Sawyer pulling his elder sister out of the wreckage, hating himself for being unable to save her from her own demise but hearing it come from another’s mouth was enough for him to snap. Turning around in hopes that someone would be around to make sure that Beck would stay alright, he slowly put her down on the ground before getting onto his own feet, his hand moving quickly to take hold of Acacia’s arm to twist it around enough to cause a sense of pain and throwing her into the closest wall, hand moving from her arm up to her neck in a tight grip. “Don’t you ever talk to me about what my sister would damn well want from me,” he shouted into her face, anger taking hold of him. “You have no place to make this about you, no place to tell me what the person I grew up with would want from me and you have no fucking right to blame me for the death of someone I care about. You should’ve been the one in her fucking place.” The words came out harsh and angry before he tightened his grip one last time before letting her go.