Heroine (Audrey Jenson x OC)

Part 17: Aerials

Audrey's POV:

I parked on the side of the road and got out of the car, Noah having to jog to catch up to me.

"Wait up, what's got you in a hurry?" He asked me, trying to catch his breath.

I opened the door to find at least 300 people in Brooke's house. "Gotta keep an eye on Alastor. After Gina died I want to make sure they aren't the one who killed her," I told him, walking in and pushing past people.

"Woah wait, you don't seriously still think Ali is the killer?" Noah said in a judgy tone. I shook my head, he doesn't understand. "Even after everything that they have done for us?"

I knew what he was referring too, and I shoved away the memories of me comforting them as they resurfaced.

I felt horrible for them, and I knew that they didn't kill them after that happened. But if I don't, something bad will happen.

Really Bad.

I need to stay away for their safety.

But that doesn't mean I can't watch them from a distance to make sure they are safe.

"I'm gonna get wasted," I told Noah, and made my way over to the drinks. I nodded at Emma, Brooke and Stavo as they waved at me.

Emma started to come over here, and I turned my back to her and sighed, pouring myself two drinks and chugging them.

"Slow down there tiger, we can't have you and Noah drunk," Emma joked. "You need a designated driver! And that sure isn't Noah," she jestered to where he was sitting on the couch playing truth or drink with Stavo and a few other boys. I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever, I can drive if I've consumed a little alcohol," I said, pouring myself another drink and patting her back. Alastor can just portal us. I don't think the killer would kill them for that, right? "Relax a little."

I spotted Alastair and went over to a corner near by, leaving Emma by herself. I smirked, chugging my third drink.

"Target located," I muttered to myself, walking back over to get a fourth cup of alcohol.

Not gonna lie, Ali looked hot as fuck. They had left her half red, half black hair curly hair down with half of their hair up in double pig tails. They had a fishnets on with a red skirt, a clear belt, a Falling in Reverse crop top that showed half of their tits. They wore a long sleeve fishnet top under the crop top with black medical tape around their lower arms. Their boots were black and up to their knees, which didn't have any heel and had four big silver buckles across the front.

I felt extremely under dressed in my jeans, converse and Hollywood Undead shirt. I shrugged and continued to watch them.

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Alastor's POV:

"And.... done," I said, my words muffled from the marker cap in my mouth. I put the cap back on and set it down, staring at my name on the list for karaoke.

Now I wait.

I stood around awkwardly, and I saw Emma and Brooke talking. I remembered the text I got yesterday morning, and a wave of anxiety hit me.

I went over to the drink table and went to pour myself a cup, but me and someone else reached for the bottle at the same time.

I looked over to see Audrey. "Sorry," I mumbled, and I went to walk away but she grabbed my arm.

"Wait," she said, and I turned around. She looked kinda lost, like she was unsure as to why she made me wait. I tilted my head to the side, and she cleared her throat. "Um... here."

She took my cup out of my hand and poured me a drink before handing it back to me. I took it, confused as fuck.

"Did you need something?" I asked, and her expression changed.

"No, why would I need anything from a killer?" Audrey snapped.

I rolled my eyes and chugged the drink. "Dude, okay, I am SO sick of this."

"Sick of what? Me? Well guess what, I'm sick of you on your fucking high-horse walking around like you own it!"

"What high-horse? The only person on a high-horse here is you, thinking that you have the right to constantly pick fights with me and be confusing as fuck," I said back in a tone as nasty as hers. "You comfort me and believe me when I say I didn't kill Vanessa and Serena, and what do you do? Disappear for a week and then act like a raging cunt!" I grabbed the bottle and poured myself another drink.

She dramatically groaned. "Because it was a mistake! You are overreacting."

I stood there just staring at her before I burst out laughing. "I'm overreacting? No, Audrey, YOU are the one overreacting. Being a bitch and then being nice to being a bitch again? Are you kidding me right now?"

"God, you always did this, even before you were sent to the loony bin," she rolled her eyes. "All you do is make excuses and deflect when other people call you out. Do you ever take accountability? You're just a messed up depressed kid who should kill themselves!"

I gasped, and smacked her. A few people around us looked at us weird and Emma charged over and pushed me against the counter, and I gritted my teeth when the alcohol spilled on my fresh wounds. I need to change my bandages now.

"Emma, stop," Audrey told her, and looked me in the eyes before running off.

She almost looked sad.