I smelled it before I saw it. What would be there to say, anyway? Careful, Alyssa, death lies ahead? Careful, my sister, for we’re meeting an early end? Careful, and hold your breath, because from now on, in these tiny seconds that separate us from ceasing to exist completely, there’s only us, us and the killer. Us and the wolf.
Alyssa gives me a look. She almost murmurs my name, but not quite. I know she’s panicked, I know she wants to cry and hide and run and yell and scream at the top of her lungs and hug me and hug dad and ask me whether we’ll meet mom on the other side and say that we can’t leave because Christina will be devastated and what the hell would dad live for if we’re gone? and please can we run from it please please please we can’t kill it even if we tried. I know Alyssa is choking up with words, but she can’t even bring her lips to move, can’t even unglue her eyes from the beast.
Now you have to understand that I wasn’t any less terrified of death. I was. I was angry and scared and horrified with the premise that we would die the same death we mocked. The difference between Alyssa and I as we share our last glance, is that her look and mind are clouded with confusion; I know this because we are twins, or because we had just lived under the same roof for too long, or just because. But mine isn’t.
The eyes of the monster might be of a wolf’s, but I see behind the madness. I see her. It doesn’t make me love her any less, and it sure doesn’t make me understand much, but it does me one thing: I accept it, instead of fighting it. I know there are no chances. I save one last look for my dear sister, the one I loved the most, the one I was glad to at least be united with for the end.
Then I scream.
walk the plank, sailor
The first time Destiny sees Letha, it’s after her heart’s stopped beating.
She knows it’s her because she’s seen her before, in the deepest corners of Roman’s mind and all around Peter’s energy just before he told her he was leaving Hemlock Grove. She recognizes the energy before she could recognize the face.
Destiny’s sitting in her living room, watching old cartoons and it’s past four in the morning. She doesn’t have a sleeping schedule that works because her working schedule also doesn’t work. Nothing works too properly in this apartment, not even the stupid microwave, which decided on its own that popcorn isn’t what Destiny needed, and instead gave her something that smelled to riot and blood. But maybe it was the dripping blood she couldn’t place where came from.
Eventually, about half hour later, when the cartoons weren’t holding her attention much more, she decided to look to her bedroom’s direction, and she found Letha there, staring blankly into nothingness; eyes wide and trembling lips and unmoving hands and feet.
All the apartment’s lights are off and there’s an uneasiness to Letha’s place in that apartment. Something macabre about the way blood keeps dripping from her operation vests that are already mostly red. Her hair is sweaty and wet and she looks like she’s choked up, like she’s about to cry but can’t. Her lips are purple and her eyes are hollow. She’s thinner than anyone’s ever seen her be, and her skin has become gray.
If Destiny hadn’t seen many ghosts before, she’d be scared.
there’s a darkness upon you that’s flooded in light
(destiny x letha) 6000w
it’s a magical moon tonight (hogwarts au) roman/peter. + ensemble.
of being a wizard, being a godfrey, and eventually becoming a man. (3/7) 12000w
it’s a magical moon tonight (harry potter au) future!roman/peter. ensemble. appearances from people from teen wolf.
of being a wizard, being a godfrey, and eventually becoming a man.
an open letter to whom i once loved (peter/roman) 600w
trust me, it isn’t that I blame you. she’s made me into somebody else, and by staring right into my soul, she’s created a monster. I know better now.