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Theo had found it difficult to focus on school with Liam in the hospital but he’d been there all night and Liam had told him to shower and go to school; he’d be fine. Theo had complied but it was still hard, he shook his head and went to sit down when the guy advised him against it. Theo paused, and looked at him. “Uh…sorry? But, I don’t really go by public opinion.” he said as he sat down.

“Frederic right? You’re in my English class.” he said after a moment. “Did you do the reading or?” he asked as he took a bite of his apple. 

Theo Raeken, one of he ‘alpha’s’ according to Vlad, though not a wolf, which confused him a little. There was so much to learn and take in, while he had an open mind he also had a haze of grief to work through. It hampered his understanding a little. “Then you’re a fool.” he deadpanned, ‘social suicide’ people called it. Though high school politics just seemed laughable now he knew what he did.

“Yes. You’re Theo, we’re taught by Ms Blake.” One more bitch who needed to pay. He let out a bitter noise, “No. I’ve been a little pre-ocuppied the past two weeks.”

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justxethan:

Ethan glanced up at the man and rolled his eyes some. “Sure it isn’t your personality that’s rotting?” He remarked at his statement that being there was already too long. He worked on his assignment before looking up in confusion before nodding and making some illegible grunts with the apple in his mouth; shaking his head. 

Frederic fought the urge to curl his lip at the others words, “I’m sorry, planning a funeral for entire family hasn't left me much energy for social niceties.” he spat. A funeral he needed to plan because of this one and his friends! He was tempted to throw out his magic on this one, he could see his regrets, his ghosts, a brother? He vaguely recalled there being two of them in school a year or so ago.

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Isaac made his way over to sit with the other boy after hearing what the rest of the school was saying. The gossip was a little too familiar for Isaac to just sit back and do nothing. He sat down across from Frederic before shrugging, “Been there, done that.” he commented casually, “They were all idiots and shockingly, most of them have stayed that way.” he added.

He looked around at the other students and rolled his eyes before turning back to the other boy, “I’m Isaac Lahey. My mom’s dead, my dad’s dad, my brother was MIA and presumed dead for six years, my girlfriend died last year, and my two best friends the year before that. This town sucks.” he said bluntly. He hated that no matter what they did, people were still dying, but he wanted this boy to know he wasn’t alone having suffered the worst Beacon Hills had to offer.    

Isaac Lahey. He didn’t need much filling in on this one. He and the other had never exactly been involved in similar circles, he knew why now, but he’d heard the gossip like the rest of the school had. And he’d felt awful at the time, wanted to help but figured, ‘what could he say?’ Now he knew people couldn’t say anything. His words mights as well have been white noise.

He looked up and regarded him expressionlessly while he told about all his woes and troubles, was he trying to earn sympathy? Ass. “I wasn’t aware it was a competition. Next time horse-riding psycho’s go on a murder spree I’ll be sure to ask them to lop a limb off so I earn more points.” he deadpanned, sarcasm was a shield in itself now. “Now what do you want, Isaac?” he asked, “To bond or something about being orphans? Because I’m not interested. I found another club.”

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theblindrussianguy:

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, I didn’t know that’s what it meant,” he said quickly. “After three years in America, you would think I knew what a leper was. Whoops,” he rambled, embarrassed by his mistake. “What is your name?” Luka asked, the conversation making him feel nervous.

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“Stop apologising.” It was the last thing he wanted to hear of any of these people. “You’d think huh?” he said wryly, “Guess you’re not quite up to snuff.” he was silent for a few moments, staring at the other before responding, “Frederic Fisher.” 

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excodiceruptor:

Kate had been stalking the school, looking for Scott or one of his friends, when she’s spotted the other. A grin curves her lips and she made her way over. She sat facing away from the table, crossing one leg over the other and leaning back in on her elbows. “We’ll, I suppose it’s nice I don’t work at thw school, then, huh?” Her smirk turned devilish as she looked at him. “What’s wrong? Having trouble with your emotions being in check?” She asked. She still had the occasional slip up, but mostly she remained calm outwardly. There was blood to be she’s, and she was waiting fir her turn.

Frederic narrowed his eyes at the woman, “What are you doing here Kate?” he asked, “If you’re looking for Douglas he busy playing teacher somewhere in there.” he thumbed back towards the school building. He wasn’t sure what to make of these people he was working with, the fox was scary, Vlad was intimidating, Douglas, well he wasn’t sure yet. And Kate was more often than not a pain in the ass. “My entire family were murdered and the people responsible for their deaths are wondering around in front of my like nothing happened.” he spat at her, “I’d say I’m doing a good job keeping my emotion in check.”

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“Then it’s a good thing I won’t be going to this school for long, huh?” Clayton chipped with a bright smile. The young man came here to work on his duel majors in mythology and anthropology, but he had to use the same library as the high school. 

What college doesn’t have a library? Clayton thought to himself. Clayton shrugged his shoulders. “Besides, who cares? I’d rather make one new friend then hundreds of acquaintances.”

“If it means I won’t have to talk to you much then I”m thrilled to hear it.” he deadpanned, he didn’t know this one. None of the others had mentioned him. So not a target, just an annoyance he didn’t have the mental fortitude to deal with right now.

“Ah, well there’s the snag in your chirpy little plan. I’m not looking for any friends.” His old ones had all left him and damn if he was gonna start making new ones when he had work to do.

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justxethan:

Ethan raised his eyebrow at the other male before ignoring his comment and sitting down anyway. “I have no idea what the hell a ‘leper’ is; but I am too damn tired to walk to the other tables. You’ll have to just deal with me for a moment.” He stated as he plopped down. “Won’t be long.” He added as he looked over what food he had grabbed for that afternoon–a simple apple that he popped in his mouth as he quickly scribbled on a half-finished assignment that was due in literally the next period.

Ethan. Just ‘Ethan,’ the lone alpha. Who the hell did the guy think he was, Cher? Use a last name like normal person. But then, he wasn’t normal at all. He was one more person to blame for his entire life falling apart. “It’s someone who’s rotting that no one wants to be around. No one with sense anyway.” he added, giving the other a deadpan stare when he sat, “You’re here, that’s already too long.” he glanced at the paper and rolled his eyes, how could this guy have a hand in so much pain and then go back to school? “Don’t choke on it.” he added, in a derisive tone. 

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aleksixalone:

Aleksi bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, torn between fear and incredible guilt that Fred’s family had been killed. “I’m sorry.” he said sincerely, “If I could have done anything, anything to stop it, I would have. We’ve been trying to get rid of them since the day they showed up, we tried everything.” he said, desperate to make the other boy understand. “I … I trained and I researched day and night, I barely slept. I … as soon as I figured it out, we stopped them.” he said.

He sucked in a deep breath, “I know, I know it doesn’t bring them back but we tried. I tried. We didn’t ask the Fae to come, we never meant to make that possible. We only wanted to stop the Beast, it was killing people too. We fought them the whole time. We didn’t, we didn’t kill your family. The Fae did. I just … I’m sorry we couldn’t have stopped them before.” he continued before shaking his head, “I’m not dropping my shield, I’m not that stupid.”

He didn’t roll his eyes, despite temptation, no he was beginning to think simply staring was far more effective. He didn’t want to hear apologies, they meant nothing. The only sounds he wanted to hear were their insane screams after he’d driven them to madness, hell, maybe then the ‘sorry’s’ would have a little more impact. Though he’d to get to that point first to see. “Yea? Well you were too slow. Too slow, too late. Too little. I really don’t care what you did, it’s what you didn’t do that matters.”

“You didn’t clean up your mess. You didn’t stop them fast enough. You simply, didn’t.” he told the other, “I don’t care about your beast, that’s just once more problem you people caused. You’re blaming a problem you caused for creating another problem you caused, can you not see the flaw in the logic here?” he asked, shaking his head, time for Kate’s lesson. “No, you’re not stupid. So you’ll know, wolves can’t shield, neither can chimera’s, or banshee’s. I can take my pick of many targets and I will. Unless you do what I tell you to.” the threat was quite, everything he’d done was quiet.

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Luka was just walking, and he had forgotten about the bench that he would have run into and tripped over if it hadn’t of been for the guy who spoke to him. He stopped and backed up a bit. “Sorry, Leper,” Luka said, not familiar with the term. “What’s a leper?”

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Luka. The blind wolf. The one Vlad was so interested in. He didn’t care about him, though he was told not to try anything against him... yet. His gaze narrowed to slits when he spoke, insensitive bastard. “Someone who’s rotting that no one else wants to touch.” he said bluntly, “It isn’t my name.” he added. 

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aleksixalone:

Aleksi closed his eyes tightly at the words, “That was never supposed to happen. They were never supposed to be here … they got through because of us, I know, but only because we were trying to stop something else that was killing people. We never meant to let them in, we were only trying to protect the town. We spent the whole time trying to stop them, I promise.” he said sincerely. He hated that there never seemed to be an end here, one bad thing always just led to another bad thing. The good guys never actually won.

“We didn’t kill your family, we were trying to save them, we were trying to save everyone, I promise.” he said, backing up instinctively. Even with his shield, intimidation tactics like that sent his mind straight back to his kidnapping. “We stopped them, okay. Just a few days ago, we stopped them. We’re on the same side here. We took … a lot of damage too. We got lucky that nobody was killed, really lucky, but we came very close. We never wanted anybody else to get hurt. We did our best to keep them away from the humans. I’m sorry.” he said, realizing he was taking on a begging tone even though he didn’t know what the other was trying to do.

He shook his head slightly, “I’m afraid that isn’t going to cut it. You see, what I’ve felt. What I’m feeling?” he paused for a moment, going tight-lipped, he would not lose it in front of the enemy, don’t let them see weakness, he'd been told. Take all the anger, the pain and the suffering and use it for power. That was exactly what he’d do. “It’s worse than dying.” he finished, unclenching his free fist and using it to push his long hair back, “And, as people so love to say when they talk about the law. Let the punishment, fit the crime.”

“You didn’t.” he said, voice finally growing a little calmer, the steel beneath the words keeping it steady, “But you may as well have taken a gun, put it to the head of my mother, father and baby brother and pulled the trigger, bang, bang, bang.” he whispered each bang and took another step forward, reaching the shields edge. “So all these things you’re saying? You don’t even comprehend how inadequate they sound. How little they mean. The only thing that you and your friends can do that will even begin to let me heal is to pay. And to suffer. And to do that. You need this shield down.” he stared at him, “Or I’ll have to do something, to make you.”  

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aleksixalone:

Aleksi sucked in a horrified breath as he realized what the other was saying. “I’m so sorry.” he breathed out honestly, tears in his eyes at the thought of losing all of his family like that. He’d probably be in a padded room somewhere if Karolin had been killed. “I can’t even imagine, I am … I’m really, really sorry.” he repeated,. The other hadn’t reacted to his shield, so he had to know about the supernatural, “The Fae, I knew they had … I knew people had died, but I didn’t … I didn’t look at the names. I should have, I’m sorry. I was just … I was trying so hard to figure out how to stop them.” he admitted.

His inner alarm bells began to ring louder as the other continued to speak. They really, really needed some way to alert each other. Getting caught alone was causing too many problems. “What, what do you mean?” he asked carefully. There was definitely something very wrong here, and Aleksi didn’t like it at all. He wasn’t sure where the other was going with all of this, but it didn’t seem like it was going to be good.

Frederick eyes, which had once again lowered to the pendant between his fingers, glanced back up at Aleksi, they were clear and sharp. He mourned yes, but he struggled through the fog of his grief do to this. Vlad had told him concentration was needed, and Kate and that fox had given him a few creative ideas on dealing with the others little shield that he hid behind. “Yes.” he whispered, “Yes you should be sorry. Very sorry.” he paused, “After all, you’re the reason they came here. You and your friends. You are the reason my baby brother was ripped apart in the street for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

The hand not on the pendent was clenched into a fist the knuckles white. “You, and them, destroyed my life.” he said slowly, the faintest wobble to his voice, “What I mean. Is that you took everything from me. I did nothing wrong. I am entitled to my revenge, on all of you.” He took a step forward, just a small one, “I am going to shatter you all, from the inside out.” he paused once more, “Was that clear enough for you?”

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aleksixalone:

Aleksi had been on edge ever since he’d woken up in the hospital after the final defeat of the Fae. Something just hadn’t felt right, but he couldn’t place what. It just didn’t feel like anything was really over. The moment he heard the click of the lock behind him, his shield was up on instinct. There was no good reason for anyone to lock them in the bathroom.

He whirled around defensively, eyeing the slightly familiar looking boy as he spoke. He frowned at the question, “You’re, you’re Walter’s brother, right? Um … Fred? Is that it? I’m sorry, Karolin talks about your brother more.” he said carefully, wondering what exactly was going on. Karolin hadn’t mentioned Walter in a while, and he’d honestly been hoping that if his family was human they had gotten out of town. He didn’t know why anyone actually stayed in Beacon Hills. 

However, the others actions weren’t indicating that he was human. Though, honestly Aleksi wished he was, he could deal with whatever this situation was a lot better in that case. “What, um, what do you need?” he questioned carefully, not wanting to anger him.

Frederic regarded the other with, well, no expression at all. That was a funny thing about grief he hadn’t expected. Sure he was angry, furious, and in pain, and sad, but his face just didn’t want to show it. It only seemed to freak people out more but he didn’t care. He only put the effort in when he absolutely had to.

At Aleksi’s words he let out soft breath, it could almost have been a laugh. He looked up from the pendant between his fingers to meet Aleksi’s eyes, “Was.” he whispered, “The correct term you’re looking for. Is was. Walter was my brother.” he said in that same deadly quiet tone, “I’m not surprised Karolin’s gone quiet on him. She won’t have seen him. Not unless she’s been sneaking around the morgue. Where my brother is, and my mother, and my father...” he trailed off.

And Aleksi was one of the ones culpable for what happened to his family. “What I need? That’s something that’s been denied to me for quite some time, something that I deserve.” he said vaguely, “And you’re a part of that. You see.” he said, all in that unnerving quiet voice.

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He’d been given his orders, and more than a little training from Vlad, Douglas, Kate, hell even that terrifying fox had chipped in. He knew what he had to do, to get his revenge. Do destroy the people that took his family from him, and he knew exactly where to start.

Aleksi Benanati. 

They didn’t share classes but the connection was there, and just thinking the name made him want to curl his lip. Most of the school left him be nowadays, so he went practically ignored as he loitered outside the boy’s toilets in the school, this was his plan and it would work. All he needed was patience, and he’d discovered, with the right motivation, he had that in spades. So he pretended to be occurred with his phone until the younger boy came into view and entered the toilets. 

A barely there smirk appeared on his features as he waited a moment before following him in and closing the door, locking it with a soft click.

“Aleksi Benanati.” he said quietly, pocketing his phone and gently playing with the pendant around his neck, “Do you know who I am?”

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Frederic put his stuff away, feeling the eyes of his classmates on him as he rose from his seat. He hated it. The mumblings as he walked by, the looks of pity, all they did were make him angry. His own friends didn’t know how to approach him now, if not for his more recent comrades he’d truly be alone in the world. He briefly locked eyes with Douglas his ‘guardian’ and nodded before sweeping out of the room. He walked outside and sat on one of the picnic benches, big surprise no one jointed him.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a small pendant, it was his fathers, who gave it to his mother, it was supposed to go to him but his little brother had loved it so much Fred had handed it to him. Then it was returned to him by a cop with more damn pity in his gaze. He looked up when someone approached the bench.

“I wouldn’t sit there if I were you.” he said quietly, rubbing a hand over the pendant, “I’m the leper of the school right now.”

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