ic update ft. a mention of @nekrotier.
an inhumane snarl accompanies the slam of a body connecting with the cool metal of the locker behind it, and what darcy suspects is an attempt at suppressing a grunt sounds from the older boy’s lips. a glance across the facial features that had previously been masked by a baseball cap and the hood of his jacket tell her his soft features haven’t quite matured into an older man’s; he’s in his early twenties at most, and young enough to blend in with seniors.
darcy’s not in the best of shapes either; pinning him against the locker as she does now took quite a bit of effort, and pistols are difficult to deal with when you only have claws. but she still manages to bare her teeth and keep her cool – she’s quite sure fear is acting as a temporary anchor. she’s never faced a hunter head on before, and especially not one with the last name of nayemnik.
‘i should kill you,’ she growls, but her voice is muffled and she chokes on some unknown fluid at the back of her throat as she speaks. she can taste blood; she’s not sure whether it’s from some sort of internal injury or because something’s trickling onto her upper lip. but the other manages to speak despite the fist clenched around his neck like an alligator’s grip on its prey, and there’s a shit-eating grin on his face as he does it. blood finds its home in his gums and between his teeth.
‘but you won’t,’ he chuckles, and her nose wrinkles in a silent snarl that says try me despite a voice in the back of her mind telling her that he’s right. if she kills him he’ll go missing, which means that the remainder of the nayemnik family will come running after him. he’s likely staked his odds of living on that assumption, darcy thinks, which is a foolish move on his part. he doesn’t leave darcy guessing for long, however. ‘because our grandparents will come looking for me,’ thought so. ‘and you wouldn’t wanna kill me when i can help your mom reunite with her family again.’
your mom. darcy’s brows furrow in impatient bemusement. does he know she’s been dead for what -- almost seventeen years now? she bares her teeth and slams him against the locker again, but she’s getting tired. their fight took a lot out of them both. ‘what are you talking about?’
he swallows thickly before he speaks. ‘my mom – your aunt. time heals all wounds, right? she misses her. nan won’t admit it, but she does too. so does pops.’
darcy is silent for a while afterwards, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring as she stares at him with eyes wide with rage. he doesn’t need to say much more because she understands. for a few seconds she contemplates the idea, and the locker room is silent except for their heavy breathing. the werewolf thinks of what it might be like to reunite with a family – of what being part of a family might feel like. but before long the happy family image inside of her head changes and, like always, she is left with the bad. the negatives? being under constant surveillance. her father being at risk. and her aggression – that would have to be kept under check, for sure. and why would they even consider reuniting with anna now? why now, after her father’s been blinded; after he became the demon wolf; after her father formed an alpha pack? now that darcy’s moved to beacon hills?
she isn’t buying it, and she doesn’t know what to do. knock him out? ask her father for help? no – she can’t. theo still has him, and that’s worrying her enough. she has two options – kill him or let him go, and both pose risks. the only agreement she can come to is the fact that she has the temptation to pull his tongue out. she’d already been in a bad mood by the time that she was confronted by the other’s presence: now, she’s even more vexed. the stress of the past few days has surely caught up to her, and there’s a painful throbbing sensation lingering over most parts of her body by now ----
she has been silent for a while now, and the hunter notices. she doesn’t know what to say, and all she seemingly can do is stare at him with narrowed eyes. he opens his mouth and darcy feels her blood boil. ‘you got no choice but to do as i sss—‘
you’ve got no choice but to do as i say is what darcy assumes was about to be spewed from his mouth, and that simple half a sentence means that now her reaction next cannot be blamed: darcy indeed hates being told what she can and can’t do, and that’s why she promises to never have an alpha other than her father – somebody she knows so that she can analyse their every move. so that she is prepared if they plan to do something that might harm her. so in one fluid motion she lets go of her grip about his neck, and darcy sees relief in his eyes. good, she thinks, her hand swinging backwards with a yell of rage, only for her claws to dig deep into his throat and drag. let a false sense of relief be your reward for such naivety.
and as he crumples in a heap at her feet, darcy is reminded of the true mortality of human beings. her breathing hastens and she raises her hands to slowly watch her nails sharpen into claws. a whimper leaves her lips, though it isn’t the sight of his blood on her hands that makes her do so – it’s the fact that she feels helpless. but killing him had felt like the right idea; the only thing she’s experienced that she can liken it to is when she’s been unsure on a test question and she’s just gone with her gut feeling.
she has yet to see whether the test will say that her answer was correct or not.
she stands, staring at her hands for a short while and contemplating her options, before she realises what the best course of action is from here on out. there was no getting out of this alive in the long term, darcy knows, but killing her cousin means that she can find out more about the family relatives she’s never met. she kneels, and hands rummage about in his jacket pocket before she finds two cell phones -- a nokia brick and an iphone 5 – and she shoves them both hastily into her backpack. After half an hour, she’s half healed already and, as she swings the back door of her jeep wrangler shut, she stares at his covered corpse in the back of her car. ‘your family’s feelings are not requited.’
with a wrinkled nose she spins, leaning against the back of the car. she takes a deep breath, swallows quickly, and pulls out her phone. she finds rudiger grace in her contacts and presses the call button.
‘rudi?’ darcy speaks, leaning against the jeep as she pushes her hair back from her face. she presses a hand to the top of her head to keep the hairs there, just out of habit. ‘i have a present for you. you’re going to love it – he’s big & fresh & human.’
