Nowhere to Run: A Monster Au
Waiting had never been one of his strong suits. That had been something he had always known, and even with the thrumming of electric excitement running through his veins, tonight was no exception.
Zebon huffed as he leaned himself back again, his tongue clicking against sharpened teeth as his foot, the one not propped up to allow one of his hands to rest against it, bounced against the floor, thumping with the nervous excitement that seemed to fill his very being, that lit his very nerves on fire with a need he never knew he possessed.
He had been watching, waiting, for tonight for a while now. Today had been a last day of classes before the winter holidays, something that was always met with the low simmer of hyper joy that created a livewire undercurrent in the student body of every collage, his being no exception, and while he should have joined them in their joy, should have joined the masses in making plans to visit his father and mother over the long holidays, instead, Zebon had been making phone calls to the very people he so longed to see and made excuses, reasons as to why he would not be seeing them over the winter break.
It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see them… but as it was, Zebon had plans for this Liberatio, once that could not be canceled. He had been counting the days down, had been watching the hallways to get just a glimpse of black and white hair, to hear the tinge of laughter on their voice as he marked just that one more ‘X’ on his calendar, another day down until tonight, and now that it was here, almost upon him, He didn’t know if he would be able to stand the few minutes ticking away until those alarm bells rang.
Night had long since fallen, a silk black curtain on the world that Zebon had watched from the sill of his window, back propped against the wood as he waited with an impatient twitch of his hands, his fingers drumming along the wood that held him up. He had watched the sun disappear behind the mountains that framed his school, has watched the stars appear, one, by two by three, until he saw nothing but the light of the dorms spilling over the rocks and hills that he had come to call home.
It was almost here, almost here…just that little longer…
“Hey! Earth to Fuck boy! Anyone in there?”
His voice snapped Zebon out of his trance that he had unknowingly fallen into, the spike of shock sending his heart pounding, racing harder than he had previously felt, fire and gold eyes flickering toward a pain of identical eyes that seemed significantly more calm then he himself felt. It was instinct that had Zebon’s lips pulling back to expose sharp teeth toward the man who bared a mirror image face to his, a snap of his teeth as he moved, twisting his body to turn toward his twin, the only one of his family he would be seeing over this winter.
“You fucking shitwipe, do you even know the meaning of knocking?”
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Soren rolled his eyes as he expertly dodges Zebon’s hands that swiped at him, aiming to land a solid hit on his chin, one that he knew from experience would hurt if it actually landed. However, years of being this Asshole’s brother had given him the knowledge and reflexes to not only dodge the hit, but to flash him a cocky grin as he shoved his hands in his pockets, a futile effort to hid the shaking of his fingers, a tremble that he could feel even against his legs as she clenched his fists.
“Why, Cause You don’t wanna get caught jacking off again?”
Zebon’s eye roll was the perfect mirror image of his own, the Younger twin standing up from the dark wood of the window sill, his gaze narrowing slightly as he crossed his arms.
“Fuck Off, Soren, You know you never caught me beatin it, but even that is better than begging your precious little whore to pay attention to your sorry pathetic ass. You wanna call me a fuck boy, But I’m not begging some two cent bitch to just put the head in. Just how many dicks to you think you’ll taste when you finally have her?”
“About as many as yours.”
The words slipped through his lips, past his tongue even as his teeth gnashed together to grit painfully. His hands clenched into tighter fists as he took a step forward, a deep rumble rippling through his body as he hissed his displeasure.
It was always like this. Always. He really shouldn’t have been surprised, considering. Zebon and him had a very strange relationship, one where people, outsiders looking in, would think the two hated each other. Their relationship was built on snarls, violence and insults, ones that of heard from anyone else would be grounds to paint the walls red. They mocked one another, teased and pushed and fought until there was nothing left but pants and breathless curses from them, their body’s screaming in pain as their own blood was drawn from them, but always, always, always, there was the smile that crossed their lips, because they knew there was no a single person in the world quite like the other person.
They only had one twin, and no matter how they acted, they needed each other. There was no Soren without Zebon, as there was no Zebon without Soren. They shared everything, thoughts, feelings, rooms, they had never been apart for longer than a day.
That didn’t mean they had to forever play nice though.
“Fuck you man… where’s Koda and Alden?”
Soren shrugged as he flopped onto the small twin bed he shared, rather uncomfortably, with his brother. He sighed, but opened his eyes to look toward the ceiling, a uncharacteristically thoughtful gaze to his gold and oranges eyes.
“This is it…”
There was a beat, a moment of silence before Zebon’s forced laughter ripped through the air.
“You’re not getting soft now, are ya?”
“Hardly,” was his snapped reply, “I’m simply stating a fact. This is the last night I won’t have her, the last night I lose her to someone else… It’s almost…. Liberating.”
Zebon’s response was a book to his face. Zebon had never had a taste for the fine art of humor.
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“It’s probably a lot safer than going home, let’s just be honest. A house is a pretty easy target, if ya ask me. Who the fucks going to come to an abandoned school to look for people? They might be monsters but they aren’t fucking idiots, ya know?”
The scoff that rang out from the other end of the phone rang in her ear, and Rue could imagine the small smirk that lifted the lips of the ever-elegant lips of Urbana Hurst, could imagine those green eyes roll as the moved stiffly about her home.
“Right, but a logical person would want to be around the people who love them on a night like this.”
Even her words seemed stiff, and edge to the words that Rue knew was a sign for something, just not quite what it was. It was not something that she was going to dwell on either. Not when her main priority for the night was block out all this non-sense.
“Aye, I’m just saying, but whatever. I called to check in, that’s all. Give the little shits lovin from Aunty Rue. Be safe.”
“Take care of yourself tonight Rue.”
“Always.”
The phone flashed, showing back to the home screen as she pulled it away from her cheek, her feet pulling from the top of her desk to hit the ground with a low thump from the boots. The chair rolled under her while she stood, her arms stretching over her head. Blue eyes flashed over the trinkets and books that collected around her side of the room.
This was going to be one hell of a boring night.
Rue pushed a hand through her white dyed hair, pulling the tendrils back just momentarily, before letting it go with a solid smack to her thigh, her palm splayed against the jeans for a second.
There were few things she could do, even in her own room. She could let her eyes drift over the books continuously, but she had them repeatedly for years now. Nothing new. The tv was looking lonesome… But really who wanted to watch a horror movie on a night when real monsters were roaming the streets.
Rue parted black painted lips to let out a sigh, her feet digging into the carpet under the boots.
“RUE! FUCKING! DANIELS!”
‘What the actual hell….’
Rue moved almost instantly, her fingers pulling on the door knobs before she could really think through her motions. The sight behind the door was a strange one to behold, that much she could openly admit.
“Koda…. Why the hell are you screaming down the halls like that?”
Rue set her hip to the threshold of the doorway, one eyebrow pushed up as she stared the brunette down, his smile threatening to burst through closed lips. Tanned fingers moved to wave towards her, shooing off her question.
“Turns out Remsy’s car broke down and some slashed Gentry’s tires, neither could take me back into town with them, so she’s picking up some things from her room and we are going to have a movie night!”
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“THIS WAS LITERALLY THE WORST IDEA!”
His laughter filled up the air surrounding them, filled his chest, and it was genuine. The happy fluttery feeling filling him up was pure, and so exhilarating he could barely could contain the small shivers that were running up his spine. His palms pressed to his thighs, fingers digging into the thick fabric of his jeans as he watched the blonde scream, her fingers covering her eyes as the man on the screen popped up behind the unsuspecting teenagers.
“It’s just a movie Remsy.”
“THAT DOES NOT MAKE IT ANY LESS SCARY!”
Koda moved his shoulder pressing it into Rue’s side, His own blue eyes flashing over the small cluster. He could feel as the girls jumped over the alarms blaring out in the distance, the noise drawing yet another toothy smile to rise from the ever impatient NeKoda Lee. Koda pressed his elbow into the hips of the girls on either side of him, his smile too apparent.
“Hey, nothing like a little fear to kick you into high gear though huh?”
“You little shit head…”
“Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow!! Staph ith Rue!”
His words spilled out in an awkward lisp as Rue pulled on his cheeks, her eyebrows narrowing in a mock expression of irritation.
“Stop trying to scare the poor girl then.”
It was a little mean, he knew that. But with Remsy, she was an easily scared little thing, Rue thought she was a little too big for her britches. It was gonna be fun knocking a little sense into the girls, but the real prize of the night… was something completely different.
There would be no more mistaken friendship. No more mistaking his intentions. No. Tonight he would get it all out, and tonight he would get exactly what he deserved, what he wanted, what he knew he would not be able to live without.
“Fine, fine. Jesus….”
His hands pushed at Rue, forcing her back down onto the couch, her lips quirked into a smile.
“Where the hell is Gentry? It’s been like thirty minutes.”
“Uh, … I don’t know. Did you want me to go check?”
Remsy, pushed herself up from her stretched out position, already ready to burst out of the room in top speed it seemed. And Koda could only laugh as he pulled on her shirt, forcing her back down onto the couch.
“Sit down, chicken shit. I’ll go check.”
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Silence stretched between group as the alarms finally blared out, something he could only barely hear as his heart slammed against his chest. The echo of his blood rushing behind his ears as he looked up to the girls from his crouched position. His eyes flashing from Gentry to Uli, lingering for only a moment longer than he probably should have allowed.
God. How long had it been since he was able to get any good chases out? A month? Two?
And there went the arrival of his said freedom, a freedom he was going to take a run with. He just had to hold out a little longer. Only a little.
“It’s not anything that I am going to be able to fix tonight, and I doubt any of us are going to want to be going out anywhere else tonight. Why don’t we go inside?”
Alden stood and wiped his hands off, clapping the dust from the ground off. There was a low hum rumbling in his chest as caught his eyes on Uli’s. His fingers curling as he brought his arms up across his chest.
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“You’re shitting me, there’s nothing you can do?”
The words felt like the tolls of the death bell, ringing silently in the frigid cold air that surrounded her, little puffs of white spilling from her lips as she crossed her arms over her chest, pulling them closer in an effort to stop her shaking. Icy fingers felt a smooth as deaths hands, and she could feel it, those fingers moving, dancing, twirling patterns in her skin as they trailed their way to her neck. They curled around her, making it difficult to for her to swallow, especially around the lump that had found its way to her throat.
Her mother was going to kill her. She was going to rip her to shreds because she should have been there literally, YESTERDAY, and she had stalled, procrastinated, had named Rue, Remsy, Uli, homework, returning textbooks, hell even Zebon, Koda, Alden and Soren and her teachers as reasons as to why she had to stay behind, and all she could hear now was her mother’s voice warning her that if she didn’t make it to the house by the time the Liberatio bells went off, she could kiss her ass goodbye, along with any and all help for paying for the sky high tuition that it cost to stay, learn and live in a collage like this.
She was so screwed.
There was a beat, a moment as she looked at Alden with a quickly fading hope in her eyes, before she could feel the sting starting behind her eyes, her hands coming up to clutch at platinum blond hair strands that were significantly more frayed now that she had spent about an hour out here in the cold with not even so much as the prospect of anything that could cheer her up, like a cigarette, or a bottle of liquor, or hell even the warmth of some hot guy against her. She was going to be stuck here with the Virgin squad, the four boys in the whole fucking school who didn’t know the clit from their elbow, and she could only hope Someone had thought to stalk up on cigarettes and alcohol because she wasn’t sure the student store would have it at all, before some fuckwad decided ‘Hey! Before I go home to get molested by my creepy uncle joe and beat my girlfriend to deal with the repressed memories and unresolved feelings, Let me SLICE THE FUCKING TIRES OF THE CARS STILL HERE IN THE PARKING LOT, THAT’S A GOOD FUCKING IDEA!’
God she HATED people.
“No… No no no no….. Noooooo….”
“Well, now that’s a sound. Alden doesn’t usually hear that until he gets his pants off with a girl.”
Gentry’s eyes, vision watery with unshed tears of absolute frustration, snapped up from the slowly building piles of white flakes, to see the practically glowing smirk of Soren Dhouti, who looked the picture of ease as he strolled up to them, clapping Alden on the back slightly as he turned his grin toward him. Gentry could only scoff, her gaze snapping back toward her car as she reached her hand out to grab her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder while the truck popped open with a violent thud.
“Shut the fuck up, Soren, as if the virgin squad would even know what to do if a girl plopped down naked in their lap.”
Soren blinked, turning duel colored eyes toward the smaller girls as he held one hand over his chest in a overexaggerated display of mock pain, a playful frown pulling at his lips.
“Ow. Hurtful, Gen, What the fuck crawled up your ass?”
Gentry didn’t even get a chance to responded before Uli’s voice slid into the space that laid between them.
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“Someone slashed Her tires. Well, not just hers, but Mine as well, it looks like all the cars have been slashed actually, some last-minute prank, probably, and Gen’s mom isn’t exactly the forgiving type.”
This was BEYOND stupid.
The agitation had been slowly building in her chest since the moment she had seen the deflated tires on her car, and to be honest it had only been escalating at a steady pace the longer she stood here, in the cold, her body shaking with either rage or cold, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she was significantly ready to just drop this, to call a mechanic or a tow truck in the morning and get indoors before any monsters decided to try this isolated little school up in the mountains for a meal. She wanted to be warm, under a heated blanket with something warm in her hands, alcoholic or not.
She should have been on a train by now…. Her now useless ticket now rested in her back pocket, something that felt almost heavy as she moved her hands to rub at her temples, her brightly colored eyes flashing as she closed them, breathing in winter’s chill to calm the summer’s storm that was bubbling just under her skin.
“Oh shit… Really?”
“Yeah, And I just told them there’s nothing we can do, nothing that can be fixed tonight, so they at least have to wait until Liberato is over to even call someone.”
Uli turned her gaze toward Alden, his calming voice drawing a little bit of the calm she knew she needed to sooth the raging beat of her heart. It was almost unconscious, the way her body moved, taking that smallest step toward him, her hand coming up to brush over his covered arm to give him a sigh and something of a smile.
“Thanks for looking anyway.”
Gentry mumbled something under her breath, and Uli snapped golden eyes toward the blonde, her brows furrowing as she took her hand off Alden to reach out and smack the girl over the head, earning a loud whine from the girl, but honestly, Uli couldn’t care less. She understood that there was a lot of pressure on Gen, that her mother was more of a bitch and a controlling cunt, but really, All they had been trying to do was help, and logically, Gen had to know, somewhere deep down, that when she saw her tires slit that’s he wasn’t going anywhere. It was the first day of winter holidays, Liberato was starting tonight, not one single person in their right minds would be at an auto shop tonight.
“You know where everyone is Soren?”
“They said something about a movie night, at least when Koda called us that’s what he mentioned. So they’re probably at Rues room or some shit… Zebon already ran off to go check.”
“Of Course he did.”
Her snappy replies were getting on her nerves, but Uli just rolled her eyes, instead turning back toward the brunette and black haired boys she had come to call her friends, taking a step closer to Soren, only to reach her hand over to the hem of his pants, pulling him closer by his belt loops. His body pressed against hers, his chest hitching slightly as her hand moved, trailing downward, finding their home in his pockets. She had to look up to truly see him, her brown hair falling into her eyes as she flashed him a smile, a glint of mischief in her eyes.
“You’ll thank me… trust me.”
And she pulled out his pack of cigarettes.
“Hey! Miss Bitchfit! Here!” Uli snapped, tossing the pack and her lighter at the girl before she huffed a few of her strands from her face, watching Gentry struggle to catch both with a sort of bitchy pleasure.
“Smoke a few and shut the fuck up. I’m tired of hearing you whine already.”
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All he had to do… was knock on the fucking door.
That was it. Literally, that was all Zebon had to do, and he would be face to face with the girl who so haunted him, a figment, spirit, specter in his mind, as ever present as his demons. He could hear her now, her low voice a thrum along his nerves as she spoke in low heady tones, her voice a soothing bell chime on his hearing, drawing a breath from him that he hadn’t even known he was holding. This was it, this was the time that he had been counting down toward, the hours that he had desired so badly he could almost taste them on his tongue, hot and spicy and burning his throat as he breathed them in, the echo’s of alarms long since silenced still ringing in his ears, the mark of his night falling, of his time to take what he wanted, to take what belonged to him, a Dhouti, a KING, and all he had to do to start it was…
‘Just knock…’
His fingers clenched, curling against his palm to draw painful crescents over flesh, and he moved, lifting his leather clad arm to finally place knuckles to the wood….
Only to be barreled down as the door suddenly snapped open, the full weight of his Six foot seven best friend barreling straight into his gut, knocking the wind straight from his lungs as he wheezed his protest, his own body dropping with the force he was hit with, slamming to the floor with a painful grunt.
“Are you… fucking… KIDDING?”
He hissed his displeasure, pulling himself up slightly, his gaze already moving, flickering toward the girl he longed for.
“This how you let all your guests treat your friends Rue??”
He wanted her touch, longed for it even as he heard the teasing words fall from his lips. He wanted her hands on him, her skin on his and nothing in-between… He wanted her to need him just as much as he needed her, and he had only one night to make that happen.
Soren better hurry up.
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“I’ll catch up with you guys. I gotta check my car and get some supplies, Ya know?”
There was a tilt, a small hint to his tone that he donned when he left no room for arguments, Soren already turning from the small group to head back toward the direction of his car. He walked steadily, easily, like he didn’t have a care in the world, but inside he was bubbling, boiling, his body shaking with repressed excitement. It didn’t take long to hear them enter the Dorms, his hearing finly turned and made for the strain he placed on them, his head turning slightly as gold and fire peeked out from under long back lashes and even longer bangs, his lips finally splitting into the demented grin, twisted, gnarled and wrong, that had been threatening to cross over his lips for a while now.
“Last call, Loves….”
His voice was a tad deeper, a ripple of a growl as he started to shed his human skin, a flash of black over his skin as he took off, the world a blur of motion against his skin as she made his way for the only cell tower near campus, the only link, lifeline, connecting the girls to the city below the mountain, the people that had called this place home. His hands sunk into the cold steel, the metal under his hands giving against four strong claws.
The sound of grating metal filled the air, and all he could so was laugh. They were stranded, trapped, caught in their web and they didn’t even know. It was only a matter of time now before they started to panic, and God he could not wait. Would she scream? Would she cry? Would she curse her luck? He wanted to see her lose it, wanted to see her cry as she realized she could not escape. He wanted to taste them, the tears as she realized just how thoroughly she was his
“Wait for me… Remsy….”