Heroine (Audrey Jenson x OC)

Part 8: Funeral Derangements

Audrey's POV:

"So, who do you guys think killed Kieran?" Stavo asked as we all gathered in Emma's living room to play boardgames.

"It's probably Alastor," I growled. I turned to Noah. "I told you; they came back to finish what they started. I bet they were working with Piper and Kieran this entire time. I mean, they did disappear when Piper started murdering people left and right."

"Audrey, we shouldn't jump to conclusions," Brooke said. "Just because they are in town doesn't mean they are the killer."

I threw my hands up in the air. "Really Brooke? You think I'm wrong? Think about it."

"No, Brooke's right, we can't just assume things," said Emma, and I looked at her.

"Really? You too?"

"Audrey-" Noah tried.

"No. You don't get it," I looked at all of them. "None of you get it. I thought you would understand the most, Noah."

"I do understand! And if you would just listen to us-"

"Shut up if you're just going to argue with me," I snapped. "Alastor is a murderer, a fucking killer. I can't believe you three are trying to defend her."

"We're not trying to defend her, we are saying that there is no evidence," Brooke pointed out. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, we can't just make claims we can't back up," said Emma.

"Um, hello? them being in town is evidence enough," I told them.

"If all you're going to do is play the blame game, don't bother trying to help me find the killer. In fact, the killer is probably who framed Ali," Noah said.

Anger surged through my veins. "That is enough! What is that even supposed to mean? And stop it with the nickname, Noah!"

"Alastor is not the killer," Noah told me, looking me straight in the eyes. "I know because they told me."

Emma gasped and Brooke stared with wide eyes. A giant, sinking black hole filled where my rage was.

"What do you mean, they told you?"

Noah pulled me to the side and explained to me that Alastair was at his house. He tried to continue explaining but I already was running out the door, Noah chasing me, leaving Emma, Brooke, and Stavo in the living room.

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Alastor's POV:

"You can drive, all night. Looking for the answers in the pouring rain," I sang, switching between guitar chords. "If you want to find, a piece of mind looking for the answers. If we can find-"

I was interrupted by my bedroom door slamming open. I jumped and stopped playing. It was Audrey. Oh no.

"You," she pointed a finger at me. I stood up and put my guitar on the stand, turning off the amp. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I threw my hands up in surrender. "Look, I-I can explain-"

"Audrey!" Noah ran into the room. "Audrey, stop. Just listen to us."

"US?" Audrey yelled. She scoffed. "What, are you two working together to kill?"

"Of course not!" I exclaimed.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't get to talk," she snapped.

"Just, let me finish explaining," Noah said.

"What?" I turned to Noah. "The officer's told you not to tell anyone-"

"Tell me what?" Audrey demanded.

"She only knows that you are staying here, not the other stuff because she ran away before I could tell her the rest," he told me.

"And what would the rest be?"

We both turned to Audrey and exchanged glances.

"We're trying to figure out who actually murdered those people three years ago," we both said at the same time.

"I'm sorry, you're what?"