Say My Name ➳ Isaac Lahey

eight

ELEANOR'S POV:

We were at the entrance of the Beacon Hills National Bank. After 24 hours of talking and thinking tactics, we were ready for what was to come. Scott and Derek were examining the entrance, since it was already open. Isaac and I stood behind them. I began to rub the sides of my arms, because it was quite cold. I was only wearing my black leather jacket on top of my thin shirt.

"Are you cold?" Isaac asked.

"A little yeah," I responded. He took a hold of my other hand and instantly I got a warmer feeling. I looked up at him.

"Thanks," I whispered. A small smile appeared onto his lips.

"Okay, we're ready now," Derek called out and turned to look at us. I shook Isaac's grip of my hand and then crossed both of my arms. He looked down at me, looking a little confused. I mouthed the words "not here," to him.

We walked into the bank. It was dark, but you could still see how wrecked the place was. There were files and random papers on the floor and on all of the desks. We walked slowly to wear the vaults were and examined and took aware of our surroundings.

"Which vault is it?" I asked.

"I don't know," Scott replied.

As the three looked at the vaults, I heard a sound behind me: footsteps. I walked a few steps away from the others, further down the corridor. I looked around every corner to see if there were any marks of others. I looked back at the others checking the vaults, they were looking at one particular vault closely, so I thought they wouldn't notice, if I was gone for a while. It probably wasn't the most wisest thing to wonder off into the empty and wrecked corridors alone, but I wanted to see where the footsteps came from.

My pace was slow. Moonlight was shining through the windows onto the pale walls of the corridors. Papers and files covered the sides of the floor.

Suddenly I heard the footsteps again, they were closer to me now than before. I hid behind a corner and waited that somebody would walk past. My heart started to beat even faster as the footsteps came closer and closer. They were definitely the sounds of heels. I could hear my own breathe loud and clear, so I covered my mouth with the my hand to not let my breathing echo throughout the walls and corridors.

The sound footsteps stopped just before they reached the corner I was hiding behind. And just like that I heard a squeal from the corridor after the footsteps had died down. The squeal sounded familiar, almost like Allison. I peaked from behind the corner to find Ms. Morell holding her hand on Allison's mouth.

I wanted to go and help her, but in some way I didn't want to. She let go of her grip and pushed Allison against the wall.

"You need to get out of here," she whisper-yelled.

"But Ms. Morell what are you doing here?" Allison asked her sounding out of breathe.

"It doesn't matter why I'm hear, you need to hide Allison, HIDE!" she exclaimed and ran away from the scene. Allison looked slightly confused and caught her breathe and after that she ran to the closest storage closet.

I heard footsteps again, but this time it was more than one person. I also heard a stick poking to the ground, so I threw myself back behind the corner. I slid down the wall so I was on the ground leaning against the wall. I tucked my knees up, closer to my chest and waited to see, if someone else would walk past me.

The other footsteps kept coming closer and closer, which made me afraid. I was afraid of being noticed in the shadows.

I could feel the footsteps right behind the corner I was hiding behind. I once again covered my mouth, so that they wouldn't hear my breathing. I also shut my eyes, just hoping that they would carry on walking forwards.

But then reality hit me. As they would carry on walking, they would eventually find Isaac, Derek and Scott. I couldn't bear it, if they ever hurt them. I knew they are werewolves, but I wouldn't want to see them getting hurt.

Suddenly I heard a man speaking.

"Why do I get this feeling that we are not alone?" he spoke, with a heavy British accent.

I gasped under my breathe, again hoping that they wouldn't have heard it.

"C'mon let's turn back around. We can go to the vaults another way," the man spoke again.

I felt slightly relieved, since now I could make my escape and find the others. I peeked behind the corner to see that the people were already gone. I got up from the floor and ran towards the vaults.

As I got there, one of the vaults was open. I quickly rushed to the doorway and placed my two hands on the frame. Inside was Isaac, Derek and Scott.

"Cora?" Derek questioned as two people were standing in front of them. The other one I recognized, it was Boyd. I had no idea who the girl was next to him. I was guessing that Derek knew her.

"Who is she?" Scott asked.

"She's my sister," Derek exclaimed, but he didn't seem too excited to see her.

"But your sister is supposed to be dead," Scott yelled.

"I thought she was dead too," Derek yelled back at him.

"Derek you need to get out of here, now," Cora said calmly, but her voice still contained a slight bit of fury and anger.

I wasn't sure if any of them noticed I was back, until Isaac turned around.

"ELEANOR," he shouted. "YOU NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE,"

Boyd and Cora seemed like they would attack all three of them any minute. I realized that the vault was surround with mountain ash, so none of them could get out.

"ELEANOR NOW, DO AS I SAY!" Isaac shouted again.

I didn't reply with words, just an agreeing nod. I ran towards the direction I had gone to in the first place, which is were I saw Allison.

But suddenly I tripped over something. I fell face forward to the ground, but managed to quickly turn around onto my back. Now in front of me, stood three people. I didn't recognize any of them.

"Ennis, grab her!" one of them commanded. A big, bald and tough looking guy, who I presumed was called Ennis grabbed a hold of my arms and kept them behind my back with a strong grip that hurt my arms like hell.

The man that had commanded him to do so, sounded familiar. I recognized his voice. He had the same heavy British accent as earlier. He wore sunglasses and had a white cane in his hand.

"LET ME GO!" I yelled and tried to escape Ennis' grip, but it was impossible.

"Why would a pretty girl like you be wondering around in an abandoned bank?" the man with the British accent asked, caressing my cheek with his claws.

"How can you call me pretty if you are blind?" I asked him with a tense tone in my voice.

He chuckled lightly, "I can sense your beauty,"

I tried to escape the grip of Ennis, but once again it was no use.

Suddenly I heard running, coming closer and closer to me.

"LET ME GO," I kept yelling, until Ennis blocked my mouth with his big hand, which smelt like rotten meat. I still squealed into it.

Suddenly I saw a shadow appear on the wall and I saw a figure approaching us. As it was close enough, I realized it was Isaac, but in his werewolf form.

"LET HER GO!" he growled.

My eyes widened and I started to kick my legs whilst still being in Ennis' grip.

"ISAAC, HELP ME," I mumbled loudly, but Ennis still had his stinky hand covering my mouth.

"ISAAC," I kept mumbling, until I realized that I was having a hard time breathing, since Ennis was covering my mouth. With my last sparks of strength, I mumbled Isaac...

... but slowly everything went black.