Nefarious ➛ Theo Raeken [2]

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welcome back to the shit show my friends.

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Clarissa Bane felt like she was teetering on the edge of a cliff. She was on the edge, destined to fall but valiantly attempting to keep a grip on the last remaining rocks before she plummeted down to the ground.

Everything had gone so wrong in the span of one night, in the span of one moment where she had sent her brother and Lori to watch the road, and she felt like she was paying for it immensely.

Brett would barely look at her, the thought of his missing sister weighing heavy in his mind. Evelyn was on the verge of a breakdown because Parrish had left and Corey had been taken. Isaac had been staring at her every so often, waiting for her to come up with a solution to save them all. Cora had been watching her though too, nothing but understanding in her eyes. She supposed that the other girl had faced the same thing in the past, the loss of her sister and brother in the fire many years before. But Cora had gotten Derek back and Clarissa and the others had been searching for Stiles for months with little results. It was weighing heavy on her mind and she couldn't figure out what to do.

Her fingers were tapping on the table in front of her, lingering close to the phone that Mason had already deposited into her grasp. There were pictures of their family on the device, moments of happiness, but even more so of Corey and Mason. He loved him and he knew exactly how Clarissa was feeling in that moment, because he was feeling the desperate need to get him back as well.

She could hear the others in the house, their home becoming the centralized location of safety as the population of Beacon Hills dwindled down all around them. The amount of protection spells that Evelyn had placed over the property made it almost impenetrable, but even that was not guaranteed. It was unnerving to her to have Scott McCall inside of her home, her small bubble of safety away from the constant betrayal that had formed between them. She could hear him lingering in the living room, his mom on the other end of a tense phone call. She could hear them all from her place at the table that she had almost died on all those months ago.

Evelyn was upstairs in her room, dialing Parrish's number over and over again. The woman would hang up, listen to the sound of his voice, disconnect, and repeat. She would repeat the action over and over again, to the point that Clarissa had the message memorized. She was spiraling and Clarissa kept a keen ear turned towards her stomach, her little niece or nephew had a racing heartbeat that was only growing stronger the more worked up their mother became.

Corey's room housed the pups, the youngest of their combined packs, trying to hold onto anything that might give them hope of finding the other boy. Delcan and Brett had already tossed Lori's room, grabbing small mementos to keep her fresh in their minds before joining Liam, Hayden, and Mason inside of her brother's room. It was depressing to hear their whispers and she could feel the blame that they were placing on her for the teenagers going missing. Though she didn't need their blame, the guilt was already crushing her heart inside of her chest each time she looked at Corey's phone.

Cora and Isaac were even faltering under the mess that Clarissa had dragged them into, a mess that was not the big fight that she had led them to believe. No, that hadn't happened yet, they were back too soon for it to all blow up in their faces. She could hear their hushed whispers with Theo out on the front porch, wondering how they were going to fight their way out of this colossal mess. Something that had been plaguing her mind from the moment that they had realized that the people that they loved were being taken from them.

She wished that Stiles was with her, knowing somewhere inside of her that the other teenager would tell her to get off of her ass and figure out the problem. From the small snippets of their past conversations that she could hear in her head, she knew that he was the type of person to figure out the problem before it occurred.