Ticking Clocks | Stiles + Rowena
Warning: Minor character death.
Rowena was bored. Overly, extremely bored. Her parents were out and she didn’t know where her siblings were but she didn’t particularly want to spend time with them. Rhys was on his date and Megan wasn’t talking to her since she bailed on their date.
After she went through everyone in her head, her nose crinkled. Did she really only have one friend, Megan not withstanding? That was almost ... pathetic. She blamed it on the summer and that all of her friends were off doing their own things, even if summer meant she should be spending time with them, not away from them.
The doorbell rang, something that drew her mind back from wandering. She must have been seriously out of it, she didn’t hear the footsteps coming up to the door or the car in the driveway. It held the promise of doing something exciting and she rolled out of bed, hurrying downstairs to get the door. There was nobody there and the driveway held no cars. On the doormat outside was a note and she raised her eyebrows.
Sheriff Stilinski. You’re scum. You have 48 hours to say your goodbyes, then we’re going to play a little game. Tick-tock, sheriff.
The note was typed and Rowena knew they couldn’t get a handwriting analysis on a typed note. The police wouldn’t have been able to do anything with this. But she was smarter than that. She could feel her shift oncoming but she didn’t try to suppress it. She took a long whiff of the note, instantly catching the scent of whoever left it. She barely had the presence of mind to lock the door behind her before she took off running, the scent stuck in her nose.
She stuck to the woods, keeping out of sight until she found the scent leading to a car. They pulled over at a house and went instead and her temper flared. She found a way inside through the open window. She couldn’t control it, the anger in her heart and the blood pulsing through her veins and when she finally managed to rein herself in, she noticed the body lying in front of her in a pool of his own blood.
Rowena found a mirror, catching sight of her eyes. What were once amber and radiant were now a bright blue. Oh no. She ran out the way she came in, careful to stay out sight from any possible nosy neighbors. When she got home, she noticed her dad’s cruiser in the driveway and she had to steel her nerves. This was going to end badly.
She went inside, prepared for the worst but was already starting to break down. “Daddy...”
