The Destinata (A Teen Wolf and Vampire Diaries FanFic)

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Four

 

~Raven’s POV~

You know how in horror movies that one stupid person opens the door and goes into the room that the murderer is so obviously in? That’s exactly how I felt, that I was that person about to open the door, but I didn’t have another choice. I was getting worse and Gerard might have the information that I need. So, here I sat, just waiting to be called into his office. Lydia was on my left waiting for the counselor. She’d been telling me about how she had punched a mirror in her sleep when a guy walked up and sat down next to her.

We both just continued talking until Lydia pulled up her gloves and he said, “Nice gloves.”

She gave me an odd look before turning to him, “Thank you.”

He still seemed desperate for a conversation so he said, “So, what’s your brand of psychosis?”

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him, “I’m not crazy; I’m here to see the principal."

Something flickered in his eyes, almost as if he was shocked that I could see him, but he quickly recovered, “A troublemaker then?”

I rolled my eyes, “Not exactly.”

Then he turned to Lydia, “And you? Crazy, or just a troublemaker like little Miss Sunshine over here?” He asked, gesturing to me.

She just gave him a pointed look, “Really?”

He shrugged, “We’re all here for something, no need to be ashamed of it.”

“I have an acute phobia of people prying into my personal life.” She said with an edge to her voice and I stifled a giggle, I had the feeling I was rubbing off on her. “You?”

He sighed wistfully, “Compulsively drawn to cute, but narcissistic,” Then he glanced at me, “and occasionally scary girls.”

Just then the counselor came out of her office, “Lydia? You ready?” Lydia stood up and gave me a small wave as she strutted into the office.

The boy shifted over into the seat Lydia had just vacated, “So, you two don’t really seem like the type to be friends.”

I shrugged, “We actually get along well. I just moved here and certain circumstances kind of threw us together.”

“What kind of circumstances?” He asked curiously, but before I could answer, the secretary came out.

“Ms. Pyros, the principal will see you now.” She said with a smile.

I stood up and glanced back at him, “Well it was nice to meet you…”

He gave an eerie smile, “Peter.”

I nodded, “It was nice to meet you Peter.” I followed her through the front office and into the principal’s office. I sat down across the desk from Gerard and waited for him to notice me.

A few minutes later he turned around from his work and his eyes widened, “You…”

I gave him a fake smile and leaned back in my chair, “Me.” Then I noticed him reach under his desk for the sword I had assumed was there. He had it halfway out when I used my powers to shut the door and clicked my tongue, “Now, now, now, you don’t want to attract anyone’s attention by cutting a seemingly harmless student do you?” He scowled and put it away. “Much better.”

Gerard glared at me and leaned forward in his seat, “What can I do for you Ms. Pyros?” He hissed, obviously frustrated.

“I just wanted to talk to my favorite old psychopath.” I said simply, “Or is that weird? Wanting to talk to the man who almost killed me… I never quite know what is socially acceptable anymore…” I trailed off in mock thought.

“Your attitude isn’t going to help you get the answers you want.” He snapped and for a second my smug face faltered, “That’s right,” He said with an evil smile, “I know you’re here for help, but I want to know why you came to me of all people.

I shrugged, “You seem to think that you have all the answers. It’s not polite to keep all of that knowledge to yourself you know.

His face held a curious expression and he played along, “And what exactly do you want to know?”

I leaned forward in my seat and stared at him, “I want to know why this won’t heal,” I said as I lifted my shirt to show the bandage on my side, “and I want to know what exactly I’m capable of.”

He eyed the wound and looked up at me, “I can’t tell you anything because I don’t know what you are.” His voice held slight resentment

I chuckled, “So the know-it-all doesn’t actually know everything, how poetic.” Then my face grew serious, “Look, I know this must be a huge ego crusher for you, but I /need/ to know and I know you have answers for me.”

“I can honestly say I don’t,” Gerard growled, “You know, you have the exact same problem your mother did. You have a bad attitude.”

A chill ran down my back as I stared at him with wide eyes, “M-My mom?” Anger swelled inside me, “Don’t you dare talk about her like you knew her.” I spat as the light bulb above us flickered. “You didn’t know her!”

He grinned as he saw he had struck a nerve, “Ah, but I did know her. I know that she was dangerous.”

“Dangerous?!” I spat, “She wouldn’t have hurt a fly!”

“Don’t be so sure.” Gerard said, clasping his hands together, “She was capable of many things you aren’t aware of. It was such a shame that a storm killed her before I could.”

I was shaking with anger now and my now extended claws were digging into the armrests of the chair was in. “S-Stop…” I mumbled, trying to control my temper. 

“She was a monster,” He continued, “And so are you.” 

“‘m n-not a monster.” I growled quietly.

“Oh my dear girl,” He laughed quietly, “look at yourself.” He pulled out a mirror and put it in front of me. My eyes were pitch black, yet a ring around the pupil glowed green. “That is image of a monster. That is the image of the person who killed one of my hunters the other day.” He stood up and poured two glasses of water and handed me one. “Now drink this and calm down, you don’t want to attract anyone’s attention.”

I forced my claws back and took the cup, but the minute I took a drink, a burning sensation filled my throat and a started coughing and choking. Once it went away I looked up at Gerard and whispered, “What the hell was that?” 

He was staring at me with interest, “That, was vervain. I found signs that vampires were in town and I put it into the water. They aren’t very fond of this herb…” He was silent for a moment before grinning, “I know what you are.” 

My eyes widened, “W-What?...”

“And now I know that you’re even more dangerous than previously thought. I know what you’re capable of, and a few other handy pieces of information.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he interrupted; “Now I want to know what made you think I would tell you anything in the first place. I know your strengths, your weaknesses, and you walk into my office like a mouse into a snake hole.” 

 “I-I…” I trailed off, knowing I needed to get out of there quickly. I made to move, but he got up and walked behind my chair, placing a hand on my shoulder. I hissed softly as the cold, flat side of a dagger was placed on my face.