Hell and Silence || Chapter Four
MASTERLIST
Warnings: Swearing, Drinking
Word Count: 5,327
A/N: The Silos in this chapter are based off what we have in my hometown of Chicago, the Damen Silos. It’s a pretty cool place for photography and just all around awesomeness. If you want to know what they look like, google them- they got partially blown up for one of the transformers movies though.
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CHAPTER FOUR
VANESSA
The next day back at school, I was (noticeably to my best friends) shaken up. Allison brought me home early yesterday in hopes of relieving some of my recent stress, but it just made it a thousand times worse. I don’t know how I managed to tear myself away from Derek’s kiss, because as soon as we disconnected, I wanted to dive right back in. My entire being melted into those glimmering green eyes of his, and just the mere touch of his hand had me shaking. Even when Isaac came home at the end of the school day, I couldn’t get my mind away from Derek.
“Babe, you alright? Ally told me she brought you home early. And you...” He started to say, taking a big whiff of the air in my room. “You smell weird.” I sat up, propping myself on my elbow and tried to play off the scent I knew was Derek’s. I must have reeked of it.
“Must be the new soap I got. Something with beeswax in it, I think- and I was just feeling a little sick at school.” I smiled, running my hand down his arm affectionately, not feeling even the slightest spark. I quickly pulled my hand away, plastering a fake smile across my face. I’ve become very good at keeping my heartbeat steady when it came to lying- especially with Isaac. What’s a relationship if you don’t tell a few white lies here and there? I certainly appreciate the fact that he has also learned to keep his heartbeat steady when I ask him how I look in a dress, because if I found out he was lying about me looking good, he’d have his throat taken out.
“I would imagine so- that full moon took a lot out of you.” He said, sliding off his bag and laying down next to me. I smiled down at him, running my fingers through his mess of dirty blonde curls- something I normally loved to do but now felt nothing towards. God, I hate this.
Back at school the next day, Isaac kissed me goodbye on his way to first period per the usual, dropping me off with Allison and Lydia. The second I came into their eyesight, I could tell they knew something was wrong. Once Isaac was lost in the mob of students, the interrogation began.
“Is it just me, or do you look sad?” Lydia questioned, tilting her head. “Well, more than usual.” I just groaned, turning to lean against the lockers. Allison hit Lydia’s arm, silently scolding her. Ally knew the kind of stress I was under right now, and Lydia didn’t. I couldn’t keep her in the dark forever, but I can until I know myself what the hell is going on.
“Not sad, just stressed.” I sighed, looking at the two of them. “Anything new going on?”
Allison took a deep breath, looking down at her hands. “Lacey Moore’s official autopsy was released… including the part about her brain being sucked out of her skull- people are spooked.”
Lydia, nodding and pursing her lips. “There’s even another police issued curfew going into effect- like that’ll work.” She said, an amused tone in her voice.
“It’s police issued, so why wouldn’t it?”
“Because there’s going to be a giant party down at the Silos.” Lydia said matter-of-factly, rolling her eyes- almost like she was waiting for Allison and I to have an epiphanic realization. “Last weekend everyone was too shaken to throw a party, but the boys are going to the championships for the first time since we’ve been at Beacon Hills. The entire school is going to the Silos for some professionally-thrown party- how didn’t you hear about this? Your boyfriends,” She gestured to the both of us. “Are on the team, and your brother, Vanessa. Have you fallen that far off the radar?”
Oh, god. A party at the Silos with a killer on the loose- sounds like the beginning to every cheesy horror movie.
On the outskirts of Beacon Hills, there are a few abandoned Silos that most kids use as hangouts and spray paint tag murals. Every now and then, you get the occasional party, but not often. How the hell didn’t I know about it, is the real question.
“We’re going to keep an eye out, right?” Allison asked, earning an eye roll from Lydia.
“No, Snow White- we’re going because it’s going to be the biggest party of the year. Not everything is about saving the world, you know? Plus, if someone’s going to die, I’ll feel it.” She said, tapping her temple with her index finger.
“Not if it gets you first, you won’t.” A chilling voice came from behind me, making me nearly jump out of my skin. God, I hate not being as strong as the rest of the pack. I’m practically human, except for the glowing eyes and going out of control on full moons. I whipped my head around and saw Erica and Boyd standing behind me, arms crossed. The sight of Boyd alone was enough to make me cower to the far corners of the world, especially when he has that menacing look on his face- like the one he has right now. Lydia huffed, stepping in front of me.
“Oh, cool it Erica. We all know if you were actually a threat, you would come out from behind that mountainous hunk of yours and live out of his shadow for once in your life. But you don’t, do you?” She spat at Erica, who seemed to shrink back behind Boyd with every word Lydia shot her way. Lydia knows no fear, and that big mouth is going to get her into serious trouble one day- add it to the already towering list, I guess.
“Fuckin’ banshee bitch… Let’s go Boyd.” Erica huffed, linking her arm with the giant in front of her, leading him back down the other end of the hall. Lydia flipped her hair over her shoulder, and turned back around to face Allison and I who stood stunned.
“What?” She crossed her arms, adjusting the bag on her shoulder before walking in between Allison and I, down the hall. “She had it coming.” As her heels clicked down the hall, Allison and I chased after her.
“Erica’s gonna claw your eyes out one of these days, Lyds.” Ally warned, linking their arms. She just scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“I’d like to see the bitch try.”
DEREK
“A party?” Peter set down his Sports Illustrated, raising his eyebrow at me. “At the Silos? Derek, I may look youthful, but my body isn’t what it used to be; and frankly, neither is yours. So remind me again, why the hell are we going to a high school rager?”
I rolled my eyes. “Scott says he needs our help keeping everyone safe. Not that you’ll be much help at all…” I said, grabbing my old leather jacket from behind my arm chair- my favorite arm chair that I never get to sit in anymore because Peter hogs it- pulling it on.
“You sure it’s not just an excuse for you to go seduce your beta’s girlfriend?” Peter said under his breath, making me turn my head so fast, it felt like I got whiplash. I only took one step before I was in front of him, hand wrapped around his throat.
“If you ever say shit about that to anyone, I’ll personally assure that you’re never able to say anything ever again.”
Peter quivered under my grasp, his once cocky eyes filled with terror. I let him go, watching him fall to his knees onto the wooden floors. Peter’s always making idiotic comments, always threatening to release some of my dark secrets to the world but he never does- not if he knows what’s good for him. Especially with this Vanessa thing going around, there’s no way he’d ever have the balls to say shit about it.
I walked out of the loft, not bothering to wait for Peter. He didn’t want to come, so he would just whining the whole time, and I can’t deal with his childish antics right now. He was right about one thing, though. I kind of was using this an excuse to seamlessly get close to Vanessa. She may not know I’m her Alpha, but I can tell from the minute I meet up with Scott’s pack at the Silos that her eyes are glued to me, waiting for my command. She doesn’t even have to say anything for me to know- when you’re an Alpha for a while, it’s just a feeling you pick up.
“Earth to Vanessa? You still with us?” Stiles waved at his sister midway through explaining the plan for tonight, snapping her eyes away from me. She nodded her head, giving a reassuring smile.
“I’m here, I’m paying attention.”
“Good.” Stiles said, shifting his focus back to the plan. “So we’ll spread out around the Silos- werewolves, if you smell anything funny, go after it. We aren’t taking any chances with this thing, alright? We don’t know how it works and how quick it strikes.”
“Well we all know the little forgotten beta won’t be much help in that department…” Erica chimed in, interrupting Stiles and making him shoot an annoyed glare at her. How could Vanessa not help with that? She’s a werewolf- one of my beta’s. She should be strong, maybe even stronger because I didn’t train her. God knows that I’m a shitty Alpha...
“Shut up, Erica.” Vanessa hissed, flashing her glowing yellow iris’.
“Wait, what does she mean by ‘not much help’?” I asked, directing my question at Scott who I knew would be the most willing to answer. He just sighed, glancing at Vanessa whose head was down.
“Vinny’s Alpha abandoned her after she was turned. I had to train her, so she’s not nearly as strong as the rest of us. She’s-”
“She’s practically human.” Erica interrupted once again, earning her a hushed symphony of shushes and “shut up’s” from the rest of the pack, but I just felt my blood go cold.
“Alright, can we get back to the plan now?” Stiles said rather loud, grabbing everyone’s attention but mine. That’s not what was supposed to happen when I left her on Scott’s doorstep- she was supposed to thrive with a different Alpha. Then again, maybe I should have asked the emissary about what would happen before I got the hell out of dodge. I guess I just didn’t think it would be this bad… But practically human?
Stiles finished explaining the plan that I only vaguely understood, just in time before people started arriving at the Silos. First, there was a few kids- each of them rolling in a keg of beer with a few packages of solo cups on top. Scott, Stiles, and Isaac went off to talk with their teammates as they arrived, Erica and Boyd were off together doing god-knows-what, and Vanessa, Lydia, and Allison were nowhere to be seen. More and more people arrived, causing more and more whispers to erupt from people as they saw me. It’s not everyday teenagers see one of the sole survivors of their towns arson horror story. I didn’t even have to do anything to draw attention to myself, so I probably wasn’t the best choice to go undercover with tonight.
Just as the sky started to get dark, Vanessa, Lydia, and Allison came back to the party, going to find their boyfriends (or in Lydia and Stiles case, couple-in-denial). I watched as Vanessa ran her hands down Isaac’s chest, leaning into him as their eyes locked. He was grinning down at her, wrapping his arms around her neck because she’s too short for him to reach her waist without bending down. Within seconds Vanessa was pushing herself onto her toes, bringing her lips up and attaching them to Isaac’s.
I shook my head, looking away from the two, trying to suppress any jealousy I was feeling. They’re a couple- they have been for almost two years. Plus, it’s not like she’s just anyone's girlfriend; she’s Isaac’s. Isaac is the closest thing I’ve ever had to a brother and he’d be livid if he so much caught a glimpse of the thoughts I’ve been having. I mentally hit myself for thinking it, but I couldn’t help letting my thoughts travel back to the night I kissed her. The way her lips fit perfectly with mine, hips rolling in a slow motion. Ever since then my body has been screaming for her- but she’s still just a kid. The sheriff's daughter, nonetheless. So for now, I fantasize. Something with her could never work; especially because I’m poison to women. I kill those who get close to me, or worse. I abandon them- though it seems I’m already very good at that.
VANESSA
I could feel Derek’s eyes on me from miles away- he’s not exactly good at being stealthy. I tried my best to keep my focus on Isaac whose hands were slowly working their way south of the equator, and it took all my will power not to squirm away. Luckily the music and talking teenagers was loud- loud enough to keep Isaac from hearing my heartbeat skyrocket when I glanced at Derek.
The music changed, and Allison let out a fit of giggles. “This is my favorite song! Let’s dance.” She said, grabbing her boyfriends hand and dragging him out into the mob of teenagers. I’m not sure how Allison could recognize this as any type of song, considering it’s just a mash-up of different techno noises, but that’s her business. Lydia grabbed Stiles hand, and Stiles grabbed mine. Before I knew it the six of us were breathing heavily, swaying our hips to the beat of some EDM song. I still couldn’t believe someone hired an actual DJ to work at this thing- it’s just a party. Then again, some people just need to be so damn extra, don’t they? I couldn’t see the other four that got dragged onto the floor anymore- they’d somehow lost themselves in the mob. Isaac’s hands were on my waist, pulling me as close to him and his crotch as he possibly could, which only made me slightly uncomfortable. I could feel a growing hard on press against my back as we continued to dance.
“Babe!” I heard Isaac shout into my ear as he turned me around to face him. His eyes were glowing yellow, now holding me closer to him than I thought was possible. I think I may have let him have one too many beers from the keg, because this wasn’t very Isaac at all. Then again, I had to deal with it if I wanted any shot at trying to restore my attraction towards this mop-haired mess. That said, I got onto my tippy toes, pushing myself up to kiss Isaac in hopes to get him to calm down. Of course, that only made the problem worse.
His hand went to massage my boob, gripping it roughly and causing me to let out an involuntary moan into his mouth. Isaac slipped his tongue past my lips, massaging my tongue with his. Now I knew he was somewhat tipsy because I could taste the booze on his mouth. I continued to let him kiss and grope at me, but when he started to slide his hand down my waist and undo the button of my jeans, I pushed him back a little.
“Isaac, what the hell?” I growled at him, making his once warm features turn to panic.
“Relax, Vanessa- nobody will see.” He cooed at me, reaching for my arm and pulling me back against him. Before I could even push myself off again, his hands were back fumbling with my zipper, fingers slipping past the hem of my panties. I pushed him away, making sure to flash my angry yellow eyes at him before making myself disappear into the crowd. I wove my way through the mass of people dancing and grinding on each other, finally making it out the other end and into the clearing.
There were a few other people talking and making out on the outskirts of the mob, but not many. I started to make my way to one of the many kegs spread out around the Silos. Taking a red solo cup off the top, I filled it up and took a sip, almost spitting the drink out as soon as it hit my tongue. All the alcohol consumption I do is basically just sweet Pinot Noir from Lydia’s mom's stash in their cellar or cheap drugstore wine coolers; I’ll never get used to how bitter and disgusting keg beer is, but I need something to help take the edge off- and that’s just what the beer seemed to do. One gulp of the foul liquid down, and I could already feel my body start to buzz. Maybe it’s because I’m a lightweight, but damn, that shit works fast. Good thing I’ve already made my way through enough drinks tonight to feel somewhat numb to the taste, because it truly is awful. I took another sip of the drink before looking around for anyone I know. Allison, Scott, Lydia, and Stiles were probably still in the crowd, and I didn’t need Isaac to try and shove his hands down my pants again. Over in the corner, I spotted a familiar distressed leather jacket covering a pair of broad shoulders- Derek.
Of course, the one person I was trying to avoid tonight is the only option I have for some sort of entertainment. I’m supposed to be trying to rekindle my love for Isaac, but that’s unimaginably hard when I can feel the Alpha’s eyes tearing into me. I looked around once more to see if their was any other people that I could go to instead of Derek, but the only people on the outskirts were people I didn’t know, and me being the socially awkward spaz I am, had no interest in introducing myself. I’d even be willing to hang out with Erica if it meant avoiding Derek, but she was nowhere to be seen either; actually, she and Boyd had been MIA all night. So I groaned, rolling my eyes and accepting my fate.
“Derek!” I called out, waving my cup in the air. His head jerked in my direction, features going hard as he saw me. As I trotted up to him, I could hear his heartbeat faintly in my ear starting to rise. He crossed his arms as I stepped in front of him, cheesy grin stretched across my face. God, the beer is starting to get to my head.
“How drunk are you?” He said coldly, but I kept smiling.
“Not enough. Can’t I just want to hang out with my favorite Beacon Hills alpha without being drunk?”
He paused for a minute, eyebrows turning to a deep furrow. “You can’t find your friends, can you?” My smiled faded as I watched him raise his eyebrow accusingly. Shit, I’ve been caught. He must have seen the look on my face fall because I was about to say something to defend myself when Derek held out his hand. “Save it, I don’t care. I’m going to go check the perimeter, you’re welcome join me.” He started to walk away, taking long strides that my tipsy ass had a hard time keeping up with. I felt kind of pathetic following him like this, but I honestly couldn’t stop myself. He’s honey and I’m a tiny, weak-willed bee.
Something I’ve noticed about Derek that hasn’t changed since I first met him at the beginning of sophomore year to now, is that he’s not much of a talker. He tends to use the least amount of words possible when speaking, if he says anything at all- sometimes he’ll just communicate through various grunts.
We walked in silence for a little while, me taking occasional drinks from the cup in my hand only adding to my buzz, him quietly surveying the land around us. Well, I pretended like I was. All I could really do was look around and hope I didn’t miss anything and make myself look like an idiot. To my surprise though, Derek was the first to break our unending silence.
“So… How’ve you been?” I was not only shocked that he was speaking, but that he was asking a personal question. “Last time I saw you, it was… uh…”
“Was a mistake...” I slurred, knowing perfectly well I didn’t mean it and taking down another gulp up beer. God, the alcohol is really getting to me. “I was havin’ a bad day, and things’ve been weird with Isaac… But I’m working on fixing it. Rekindling the romance, you know?” I looked down at a rock in front of my feet, kicking it around in effort to avoid eye contact with Derek and taking another drink.
“Rekindling’s a funny word for him having his hands down your pants in the middle of a party…” Derek said, slamming his hand onto the conveniently placed pole in front of us, trapping me and my buzzed mind between his broad shoulders.
“Whoooa there, Sourwolf- don’t get pissy with me.” I wagged my finger right in his face, causing him to look at me with his hungry, glowing, red eyes. A low growl coming from his throat was enough to make me lose any confidence I had and shrink back into the wall. Then again, those glowing eyes made me want to melt back into him… before I could even fathom my movements, my hand had snaked its way around his waist and our faces were mere inches apart. Now it was Derek who had lost his confidence and face turned from dark to confused. “Whas up with you, Mr. dark and moody?”
He looked me in the eye, then looked down to the red solo cup in my hand. “Vanessa, what are you drinking?”
I shrugged, looking down into my cup. “Dunno; think it’s just keg beer but-” When I began to lift the cup back to my lips and take another drink, Derek’s hand came up faster than my mind could register and knocked it out of my hands, letting the disgusting drink clash and splatter against the cement ground. “What the fuck?” I said after a few seconds of staring at my now involuntarily discarded drink.
“You’re not drunk, Vanessa- you’ve been poisoned.” Derek said before throwing himself into the crowd of sweaty teenagers- my dumb, half drunk (poisoned, rather) ass following him.
“Hold on, did you say poisoned?” I tried to shout, but I couldn’t even hear my own voice anymore. The loud music and bass was vibrating in my chest, my wolf ears feeling like they were going to implode on themselves. I quickly reached for his arm, grabbing it to keep myself from getting lost in the sea of people, though it didn’t do much. I was still being tossed left and right by flying hands and sweaty bodies. I’m not sure what Derek’s trying to accomplish by threatening both our lives in this living, breathing, pit of people- maybe he’s hoping he’ll find part of the pack? He seemed surprised when we emerged at the other end of the mob without any pack members in hand, though I could have told them that was going to happen.
“You’re not going to find them!” I tried to shout again, but in a very Derek-like fashion, he ignored me and continued to pace around the Silos. It wasn’t until he started to yank me around with him that I realized my grip was still tight around his arm, feeling a sort of emptiness when I pulled myself away. Derek must have felt it too because as soon as our touch disconnected, he stopped pacing, eyes glazing over at mine.
“I have an idea.” He said, pace picking up again, this time charging right for the DJ booth, shouting back at me before he reached out of earshot. “Stay there!”
Of course, me, with “poison” running through my veins, decided not to listen to Derek and followed him. God, I really wish I had listened because I hadn’t even gotten halfway to where Derek was and I felt like my ears were bleeding. The excruciating music and base was enough to make me want to scream, and Derek just kept getting closer to it. I reached up to touch my ears, holding my hands out to see that now my ears were not just metaphorically bleeding, but actually breathing- and my fingernails had turned into claws. A heat was building in my head as my eyes started to glow, canines digging into my bottom lip as I tried to suppress them, but even then, I still tried to follow Derek. Eventually the loud noise just turned into a high-pitched ringing through my skull and I couldn’t take it anymore. My knees buckled out from under me, causing me to fall face first onto the dirty cement covered ground. The pain in my head- all over my body really- was so immense, so much worse than when I turned the last full moon. At least for that I had managed to knock myself out, but now I’m completely lucid, even with poison in my system.
My hands went to cover my ears, trying to block out any and all sound, but before I knew what was happening, the sound was gone. I opened my eyes and the colored lights had been replaced by blinding white ones- but before I could process anything else, my vision went spotty, then black, leaving my limp body vulnerable to the darkness.
DEREK
I could feel Vanessa following me, even after I specifically told her not to. You’d think that even though she doesn’t know I’m her Alpha, she would still know how to follow orders from one. When I rushed the DJ booth, the sound almost killed my ears; I tried to focus on drowning it out with the noise of my own thoughts, but that didn’t work nearly as well as I wished it would. Once I got to the front- much to the discontent and resistance of a few raving kids- I had to deal with the DJ. He tried tirelessly to push me off his makeshift stage as I searched for some sort of master power switch to turn the damn stuff off.
“Bro, what the hell’re you doing?” He yelled, pushing me back a bit. I just looked at him for a second, raising my eyebrow; It’s clear he has no idea who the hell he just touched. I shoved him off his stage and into the crowd with little to no effort at all- it was like moving a pillow to me. Ignoring the screaming, bouncing teenagers, I continued my search for the power button. Searching the DJ grid was like trying to solve the world’s hardest puzzle, with buttons and switches everywhere. My eyes trailed to a thick orange extension cord sticking out the bottom of the setup. I followed it under my feet, across and off the stage to a rather large humming generator a few yards from the stage.
Well, I thought to myself, It’s better than nothing, as I leaped off the stage, my ears still practically bleeding, rushing to the generator. Fortunately, unlike the DJ setup, the generator had a bold red switch clearly labeled power- obvious enough. I pressed the red button, and within a matter of mere milliseconds, everything shut down, relieving me from the personal hell of unbearable sensory overload, plunging the room into darkness. After a few seconds of that pure, blissful darkness, white lights- emergency lights, I guess- came on, blinding the crowd and making the teenage mob groan. Slowly but surely, the intoxicated party started to disperse out of the lights and into the shadows, getting into their cars and driving away- probably not the best idea, so I hope all of them had designated drivers. (PSA: DON’T DRINK AND DRIVE YALL IT’S BAD VERY BAD VERY ILLEGAL VERY DANGEROUS) Even the DJ didn’t bother coming back for his stuff after I threw him off his own stage. Whatever, the patrol deputies will find it eventually, and it’ll probably just get donated somewhere. My alpha instincts kicked in fairly quickly as I scanned what was left of the people for Scott’s undoubtedly, highly intoxicated pack. Allison, Lydia, and Stiles were helping keep Isaac and Scott afloat while Boyd- who had remained sober- held Erica bridal style in his arms. At least the wolfsbane mixed with booze isn’t fatal- just gives the werewolves an extra kick. I did a quick mental check in my head to see if everyone was accounted for, but there was still one person missing- Vanessa. A little panic flushed over me as I didn’t see her long, dark hair floating along with the pack somewhere, so I quickly averted my eyes and scanned the venue for any sign of her. Then there she was- curled into a little ball just behind where the light reached, hidden in the shadows. Hair was strewn over her face, and what is that- blood pooling around her head?
I jumped off the stage, running quickly and crouching down at her side, lifting her head up. It looked like the blood was coming from her ears- poor girl probably couldn’t handle the sound.
“Vanessa?” I said, gently patting her on the cheek- no response. “Hey kid, wake up- the party's over, nobody died.” I said, a silent ‘Yet’ popping into my train of thought, but I decided to keep that to myself. After a few more gentle pats, her eyes slowly started to flutter open, revealing her bloodshot eyes and popping amber irises. I tried to suppress a small grin as relief washed over me after knowing she wasn’t seriously injured in the madness of this party.
“Bed…” She managed to groan out, her eyes quickly rolling back into her head as she threw her arms around my neck and leaned into my chest. Feeling her arms around me made my breath hitch and heart stop. In my arms, she was so small and light as a feather- so fragile, so sensitive. I’m scared to even lift her up for fear of damaging her dumb, drunk ass- but not scared enough to let her lay here. I slid my arm under her legs, lifting her into the air as I stood up and started to walk over to the rest of the pack. Allison was barely keeping Scott standing, while Lydia and Stiles still struggled to keep Isaac’s tree-like body from going face first into the ground. Thankfully, the humans seemed unaffected by the cheap beer laced with werewolf poison, so they were almost totally lucid.
“What’s up with her?” Lydia asked, almost dropping Isaac as his body tilted towards one side.
“Holy shit, is she bleeding from her ears?” Stiles butted in before I had the chance to answer Lydia, earning a low growl to be aimed at him. He quickly shrunk back, readjusting the position of Isaac’s arm around his shoulder.
“She’s just out of it like the rest of them- but that’s your problem now.”
“Nuh uh, Sourwolf.” Stiles shook his head, starting to walk away with Lydia and Isaac by his side, back towards the direction of the Jeep. “I barely have enough room in the car to get these five home safely. You’ve already got her and you know where the house is- just take her home!”
I looked down at the half-conscious girl dangling in my arms, small and helpless after being unknowingly poisoned. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to put her down, so reluctantly, I looked up and nodded my head.
“Yeah, I’ve got her- Oh hey, Stiles!” I called after him, getting a quick stop and turn around from him. “Try not to kill anyone.”
Stiles smiled, shaking his head and continuing to walk. “You know I can never promise that!”