The Reason (YT-Teen,Tess-centric,1/1) 4/24
Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 11:03 pm
Title: The Reason
Author: Dez/Jezebel Jinx/VampireQueen21
Rating: Young Teen-Teen (deals with character death)
Couple: None
Summary: Tess-centric, a short one-shot about Tess’s thoughts after she killed Alex.
Note: This came completely out of left field, no clue if this idea has been written before. Unsure how I really feel about this but it's been on my hard-drive for a couple months.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
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What is she going to do?
She can’t leave Alex here. Someone will find him.
Kyle.
Good he’s still here.
Closing her eyes she mind warps him, please let this be the last time. “Can you please help me take my bag out to the car Kyle?” Sweat trickles down her forehead, exhaustion plaguing her.
“Sure not a problem.” With no idea that he is now carrying the body of his dead friend he picks Alex up by the collar and the top of his pants and drags him out to the living room.
She fights to keep the bile down; she’s never killed anyone before, should she be this calm? Shouldn’t she be screaming, calling the Sheriff, calling somebody? She swallows hard; no she has to do this. No one can know what she did.
But maybe if they knew…no. No they will still hate her no matter the reason. They will kill her if she tells them. Wouldn't matter to them that...she shakes the thought away, she has to focus on the task at hand.
From the living room Kyle drags Alex outside and puts him in the car. He says something to her but she isn’t paying attention. When he looks like he expects a response she answers hoping that it is the right response to give. “Thanks Kyle, I’ll take it from here.”
With a wave he heads back into the house and shuts the door.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. Calm steady breaths.
Steeling her resolve she eases into the drivers seat. No keys. She turns to her right where the body lay. Her breathing quickens. Slowly as if afraid that Alex will wake up she inches her hand closer pausing only a second before searching his pockets for the keys she needs to start the car.
There they are. She jams the keys into the ignition and starts the engine. She pulls out from the Valenti driveway, calm, steady, like there isn't a dead body right next to her. Hands grip the stirring wheel for dear life.
Cars pass her but none stop, headlights flash brightly inside the car and they had to have seen someone in the passenger seat but still no one stops. The group will grieve when they find out--maybe she should tell them, it might make them not grieve so much...who the hell was she kidding. It won't matter all they'll see is Alex is dead and isn't coming back and she's the one who killed him.
Where will she put him? Where can she put him? Cemetery maybe? No--no one will stop searching for him. She needs a plan that will keep everyone from questioning his death or disappearance. Leave him in his house for his parents to find--no that's cruel. She's not that cruel.
Wait...of course, a car accident. She can set it up and no one will know she was with him. A perfect plan. She drove for a half an hour to get to an empty stretch of road between Alex's house and the Evans's home. She didn't want to do this, she'd rather have him heading towards one of the other's homes, not Isabel's, this will hurt her of that she has no doubt.
She pulls over and gets out of the car, come on Alex, she pulls his limp corpse closer to her. As she pulls him she hides her face in her shirt. Tears are filling her eyes but she can't be weak--Nascedo taught her better than that. He made sure she was made of stern stuff than the others.
Finally he's completely in the driver's seat, swallowing the dinner she came close to losing she put Alex's foot on the gas pedal. Get rid of the evidence she was ever in his car, it takes a few seconds to erase any clue that she's been with him.
Slamming the door shut she backs away quickly and hides behind a guardrail, she has to wait for the right moment...and here it comes. Barrelling down the stretch of road is a huge semi, here she goes. She raises her hand and sends Alex racing down toward the truck.
SCREECH! CRASH!
A large boom followed the crash, she rose her head to see what it was. Alex's car flipped over. She's in the clear. Saliva coats the inside of her mouth, pooling quickly. She spits it out on the ground beneath her. Her stomach rolls.
Oh God, here comes my dinner.
And there goes my dinner.
Coughing and breathing hard she wipes her mouth and nose with a Kleenex. It had to be done. No one will ever know Alex wasn't human, no one will ever know he was a shapeshifter, no will ever know he was sent to kill the Royal Four. No one but her.
The End
A.N. Let me know what you think, good or bad. Thanks.
Author: Dez/Jezebel Jinx/VampireQueen21
Rating: Young Teen-Teen (deals with character death)
Couple: None
Summary: Tess-centric, a short one-shot about Tess’s thoughts after she killed Alex.
Note: This came completely out of left field, no clue if this idea has been written before. Unsure how I really feel about this but it's been on my hard-drive for a couple months.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
What is she going to do?
She can’t leave Alex here. Someone will find him.
Kyle.
Good he’s still here.
Closing her eyes she mind warps him, please let this be the last time. “Can you please help me take my bag out to the car Kyle?” Sweat trickles down her forehead, exhaustion plaguing her.
“Sure not a problem.” With no idea that he is now carrying the body of his dead friend he picks Alex up by the collar and the top of his pants and drags him out to the living room.
She fights to keep the bile down; she’s never killed anyone before, should she be this calm? Shouldn’t she be screaming, calling the Sheriff, calling somebody? She swallows hard; no she has to do this. No one can know what she did.
But maybe if they knew…no. No they will still hate her no matter the reason. They will kill her if she tells them. Wouldn't matter to them that...she shakes the thought away, she has to focus on the task at hand.
From the living room Kyle drags Alex outside and puts him in the car. He says something to her but she isn’t paying attention. When he looks like he expects a response she answers hoping that it is the right response to give. “Thanks Kyle, I’ll take it from here.”
With a wave he heads back into the house and shuts the door.
Deep breath in, deep breath out. Calm steady breaths.
Steeling her resolve she eases into the drivers seat. No keys. She turns to her right where the body lay. Her breathing quickens. Slowly as if afraid that Alex will wake up she inches her hand closer pausing only a second before searching his pockets for the keys she needs to start the car.
There they are. She jams the keys into the ignition and starts the engine. She pulls out from the Valenti driveway, calm, steady, like there isn't a dead body right next to her. Hands grip the stirring wheel for dear life.
Cars pass her but none stop, headlights flash brightly inside the car and they had to have seen someone in the passenger seat but still no one stops. The group will grieve when they find out--maybe she should tell them, it might make them not grieve so much...who the hell was she kidding. It won't matter all they'll see is Alex is dead and isn't coming back and she's the one who killed him.
Where will she put him? Where can she put him? Cemetery maybe? No--no one will stop searching for him. She needs a plan that will keep everyone from questioning his death or disappearance. Leave him in his house for his parents to find--no that's cruel. She's not that cruel.
Wait...of course, a car accident. She can set it up and no one will know she was with him. A perfect plan. She drove for a half an hour to get to an empty stretch of road between Alex's house and the Evans's home. She didn't want to do this, she'd rather have him heading towards one of the other's homes, not Isabel's, this will hurt her of that she has no doubt.
She pulls over and gets out of the car, come on Alex, she pulls his limp corpse closer to her. As she pulls him she hides her face in her shirt. Tears are filling her eyes but she can't be weak--Nascedo taught her better than that. He made sure she was made of stern stuff than the others.
Finally he's completely in the driver's seat, swallowing the dinner she came close to losing she put Alex's foot on the gas pedal. Get rid of the evidence she was ever in his car, it takes a few seconds to erase any clue that she's been with him.
Slamming the door shut she backs away quickly and hides behind a guardrail, she has to wait for the right moment...and here it comes. Barrelling down the stretch of road is a huge semi, here she goes. She raises her hand and sends Alex racing down toward the truck.
SCREECH! CRASH!
A large boom followed the crash, she rose her head to see what it was. Alex's car flipped over. She's in the clear. Saliva coats the inside of her mouth, pooling quickly. She spits it out on the ground beneath her. Her stomach rolls.
Oh God, here comes my dinner.
And there goes my dinner.
Coughing and breathing hard she wipes her mouth and nose with a Kleenex. It had to be done. No one will ever know Alex wasn't human, no one will ever know he was a shapeshifter, no will ever know he was sent to kill the Royal Four. No one but her.
The End
A.N. Let me know what you think, good or bad. Thanks.