the unexpected | steve harrington

the hellfire club

part one

"Daph?!", the brunette nineteen year old stirred to the sound of her younger brother's yelling through the small cluttered place they call home.

Daphne groaned as she turned over, pulling the duvet over her face and forgetting that she had already slammed her hand over her damn ringing alarm clock to her right.

"Daphne!" the annoying voice of her brother now entering her safe space, resulting in her lazily grabbing a pillow from above her head and launching it in his direction.

Every morning he cannot just get ready for school; he has to make a scene.

"That wasn't even close." She could sense the distaste in his mouth, continuing to ignore him in hope that he gets the hint. "I now have an A in Latin." he brags, causing Daphne's eyebrows to crunch in confusion as she peaks through her duvet.

"But you're so bad at latin?" Daphne questioned, it's true. He was. Dustin would refuse to do his Latin homework because he couldn't pronounce the words due to Daphne embarrassing him.

"Not anymore." he grinned, she raised her brows to show him she most definitely didn't believe him, and that she knew he was up to something. "Are you taking me to school or?" Dustin tapped on his watch and tugged on his backpack in response.

Oh shit.

Daphne suddenly remembered she had aggressively hit her alarm clock three times prior to Dustin's commotion; knowing she was now going to be late taking Dustin to school and subsequently late getting herself to work.

"Oh man," she panicked as she fell sideways out of bed, trying to scramble at her uniform for Bradley's Big Buy and running past Dustin to the bathroom.

"Sweetie, are you not ready yet-" Claudia, Ms Henderson, questioned her daughter but was cut off by the harsh draft that followed Daphne she was in such a rush. "Dusty, you're going to be late!"

"Blame Daph!" Dustin shouted back, glancing back at his watch as he tutted. "You do realise I'm trying to fit in this year!" he groaned thinking about the looks he'll receive walking in late, yet again.

Daphne rolled her eyes as she jumped into her uniform, practically hitting the floor and shouting profanities as she then threw water over her face, frantically brushing her teeth and humming in hope it quickened her up. Daphne threw her frizzy hair into a messy pony, adding some mascara to her eye lashes and shrugging as she opened the door.

"Dude, chill," Daphne breathed, acting like she hadn't just done a full sprint to get ready.

"Dude, you chill," Dustin responded, following his sister out the house as she shook her car keys, jumping in her silver, banged up Ford Sierra.

Daphne smirked as she glanced up at Dustin's tshirt, 'the hellfire club', the new and improved Dungeons and Dragons according to Dustin. Her brother had tried filling her in on the club; reminding his totally too cool sister that this is not a cult worshipping the devil. Daphne knew this, but she enjoyed the back and forth banter and teasing that came with the right of being his older sister.

What Daphne didn't know, was that Dustin had, quite literally, been to hell and back over the years. Dustin made sure that Daphne stayed out of it; he couldn't bare the thought of his sister being put in danger, fighting demogorgons, or the mind flayer, or demodogs; and he knew that she would put herself between him and anything in order to keep him safe. The constant memory of two years ago, when she actually punched a guy in the arcade for calling him a barf bag.

"Do you need picked up tonight?" Daphne asked as she sped around the corner, causing Dustin to cling on to the door handle for dear life, she rolled her eyes as she caught him from the corner of her eye. "Man, relax, I'm a good driver."