Number One On The List

Beginning of an end

This was the beginning of an end (possibly). "Why the hell would you say something like that to Wynrie? Especially knowing she confides in Rhaven on who knows how much. Fucks sake, Tate. My God, sometimes you can be such an idiot unintentionally. I swear, if something happens to either of then because of whatever all you said to her," he said, not bothering to finish his sentence and he knew he didn't need to because I understood his meaning.

"I'll be full to blame for the outcome of the shit. Like always. Made your fucking point. And now, I'm leaving before I hurt someone," I replied back, quickly, still looking at him the entire time. I gathered my stuff and headed for the always emoty classroom to focus on my schoolwork. Alone. I sat down at the table and let out a deep breath from my mouth and getting at the assignments. I heard the door open and someone come in and it didn't take long before I knew who it was. Or who I thought it was.

"What do you want Ryder," I asked, completely emotionless. When I looked up, I saw it hadn't been him. Not really. It was a shape-shifter who had used his identity as their own for whatever sick, twisted reason. "Who are you? You aren't Ryder," I continued. "Dear brother, I'm shocked you even have to ask such a question. It's me. Embrielle. I had to come and see you. Make you understand what is to come," the person claiming to be my sister said. She changed into her natural form and I could see that she was telling the truth. "Jesus Christ, Embrielle! The hell are you thinking coming here in that form," I said, shouting in a low voice.

"You have to understand. He is the evil we need to protect everyone from. The werewolf needs to be destroyed. You and Daemon must see to it. I figured if I got some information as him that maybe I could help prevent the destruction of the people here. I have been following him for awhile and saw how he works. His movements and his speech and everything. He will bring only death and hurt to this town," she said. "Shit," I replied. I took a long breath before continuing on. "Ryder is the one who will destroy everything in Monterey City huh? Doesn't surprise me to be honest. He's such an sadistic motherfucker that his asshole tendencies just couldn't ever be pure. Are you able to stop by the house after school," I asked her.

"I should be. I will probably have to show up around say, 4:30pm and I will explain everything to you and Daemon. I promise," she answered back. We agreed and she transformed back into Ryder and went about the day. When 1pm hit, everyone went to lunch and that meant that I had to find Daemon. Shirley was dying from inhaling too much tobacco smoke.  She had been at the dumpsters in the way back of school grounds. She heard the sound of someone hitting the trashcan heading her way.  She hid the cigarette behind her back, hoping no one would notice the smoke rising from her back area. Out from the shadows, Daemon approached her. 

"Dae, you scared the hell outta me.  Don't do that. Damn, " Shirley breathlessly said.  "Sorry Shirley,  accident. Not too happy. You got another one on ya. Another one of em, " Daemon asked.  She put the cigarette she had been smoking on in her mouth and took out the pack and handed him one and her lighter. Shirley gasped, her breath hitching. Daemon got into attack mode instantly. "What is it? Who's there? Shirley,  where..." He demanded.  She was in utter fear.  Real fear. She had always been afraid of something like this. Him or any person for that matter.

She was nothing but lined, see through paper. The kind where you put it up to the light and it could be copied easier than shit. She was triggered.  She fell to her knees,  on the floor.  Daemon rushed over to her,  to comfort her. "It was me... Wasn't it,  Shirley? Don't lie. I'll smell it, " he said. He didn't allow himself to touch her.  He wanted so badly to just walk away from her,  hide himself for days again. He knew he couldn't do that however.  He just needed to look stupid as hell. He felt so uncomfortable and awkward.

He hoped she didn't take notice in his stupidity and shamefulness. She proceeded to put them both in her pockets.  She just stood there. Her breathing had changed from what it had been like before. She sounded as if her asthma had been kicking in hardcore at this moment. He knew how badly he had fucked this one up. He regretted asking her for a smoke. Only he had no choice,  he had no other person he knew smoked em. He needed one every once Inna while. Daemon looked disturbed.  As if he was thinking about how to hurt himself this time. How to self harm/mutilate. Again.

Daemon looked towards the entrance and see me and Embrielle talking. We were both smiling. Embrielle had a light brown with dark brown roots and end tips and beautiful green eyes. She always had that witchy look to her. She also had a very petite face and body. Like a stick. She was also claimed to practice witchcraft anyway.  He looked in the other direction and saw Wynrie sitting alone near a large group of stupid fucking idiots. It also caught my attention too. And Rhaven's. Wynrie's foster brother,  Zeb was heading towards her on the lunch tables. She was standing up straight immediately as he stepped forward only once more.  She seemed to have been afraid of him for some reason and one that seemed like I had to get involved.

Rhaven walked over behind Zeb and stood there, waiting for him to make the wrong move so I could beat his ass. I always hated him. He always had been an arrogant fuck. Especially when it came to Wynrie and school for some unknown reason. Whenever they could get time together at some point and be in the same room, he'd always found a way to hurt her or be incredibly dickish to her. Word on the street, he beats her for his own personal game. He is more of a sadistic fuck than anyone else I know.  He makes everyone sick to their stomachs. It's almost like he can't be anything different than that.  Daemon wanted to run over there and beat his ass, but he knew he couldn't touch the bastard. Unfortunately. Shirley put her hand on his bicep and he shrugged it off as quickly as it touched him. He turned the other way. He wanted to be alone. To calm himself. To fill the need growing within him. Zeb had raised his hand up towards Wynrie and we all went into instant killer mode. More so Rhaven. Me and Embrielle and Daemon saw from their spots and all headed towards me because we knew what Rhaven was about to do....