Queen of the Damned

05

Eleanora decided to make her way to the video store to get The Wizard of Oz, as it was one of her favorite movies, and she had a sudden urge to watch it.

While searching for the movie, she heard a voice ask, "Can somebody help me find The Notebook? Hello? Is anybody working here? You gotta be kidding me."

She walked towards Jackson's voice and screamed as she saw a guy bathing in his own blood. "Oh, gods," she muttered.

Jackson suddenly grabbed Eleanora's wrist and turned her around. He backed up into a ladder, which hit something, causing the lights to shut off.

Eleanora heard quiet growls and immediately tensed up. Jackson's eyes widened as he saw a beastly figure with red eyes. She ducked into one aisle while Jackson ducked into another. The shelves started falling on them, and one hit her left ankle, causing it to snap. Without too much thought, she knew it was broken. She bit back a sob, mentally cursed herself for not having ambrosia with her.

Jackson's lower half was trapped. He peeked over to her and asked, "Eleanora, are you okay?"

Eleanora shimmied herself to the middle of the row and did her best to hide her pain. The Alpha appeared and growled at her and scratched her arm before going after Jackson.

It placed a claw on the back of Jackson's neck and Jackson breathed heavily. The Alpha soon ran off through a window, causing the glass to shatter. Jackson glanced to Eleanora and asked again, "Are you okay?"

Eleanora nodded and lied, "I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"I said I'm fine."

Sirens soon resounded, and she let out a sigh of relief. Officers with guns appeared and started lifting the shelves. A deputy pulled Eleanora out, and she hissed, feeling the pain in her ankle.

He carefully swept her in his arms and set her gently on the edge of an ambulance. Lydia ran over to Eleanora as soon as she saw her.

Eleanora rested her head against the side of the ambulance wall, hoping she would soon be out of there. If she wasn't, she promised herself she would brave the pain and heal herself one way or another.

Jackson glared at the sheriff. "Why the hell can't I go home? I'm fine."

Eleanora's ankle flared up again, and she let out a quiet curse of pain.

Another voice yelled excitedly, "Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?"

He saw Eleanora and rushed over to her. He brushed the hair from her face and asked, "Eleanora? Are you okay?"

Eleanora moved away from his touch. "I'm fine. Don't touch me."

Soon, after some persuasion from Stiles, Eleanora was released, and Stiles took her back to Scott's house.

While Stiles went into the bathroom, Eleanora snuck into a dark area, limping the entire way, and gathered the shadows around her, healing herself. She let out a relieved sigh and stepped into the room at the same time as Stiles.

Stiles frowned. "What were you doing in the closet? Why don't you look like you're in pain? Are you a magician? Or maybe you have superpowers?"

Eleanora shook her head. "My business. All that matters is I'm okay. Pain passes, and some people can handle it."

"Come on, Eleanora. You can't lie to me."

"I'm not lying, Stiles."

He stared at her, urging her to tell more, but she wouldn't. Trust wasn't something that came easily to Eleanora Caruso, and there was no way she'd randomly trust a boy she'd met in school so recently.