Don't Let Go - The Vampire Diaries/Teen Wolf Crossover - Derek Hale

1) This house no longer feels like home

Oh, you can't hear me cry
See my dreams all die
From where you're standing
On your own.
It's so quiet here
And I feel so cold
This house no longer
Feels like home.

So Cold - Ben Cocks

Lucille remembered when she was turned. Katherine had walked up to her, but at the time she thought it was Elena. Suddenly Katherine had fangs, and she was forcing blood into Lucille's mouth. Lucille had swallowed, hoping to get rid of the copper taste that filled her mouth. Her heart was racing, and then suddenly stopped when her neck was snapped.

When she woke, they were in the dark. Katherine handed her a blood bag, which Lucille ripped open and drank immediately. Later she would feel disgusted with herself, but at the time she instinctively knew that the blood would satiate her hunger. The blood wasn't enough. She needed more. She raced away, unfortunately coming across Elena and Bonnie.

Elena had been scared of her for weeks, flinching when she came into the room, screaming when she showed her vampire features. Lucille had felt so guilty, apologizing over and over again, and Elena always said it was okay, that Lucy didn't mean to attack her. But every time, Lucille could hear her friend's heart race.

Lucille laid on the forest floor. She didn't know what was happening. She didn't know why every bone in her body was breaking over and over, reforming painfully. She couldn't do anything but scream in pain, her eyes clenched tightly unable to see the full moon the shone over her.

Finally, the transformation was over. Lucille panted, trying to catch her breath. She nearly fell over when she got to her feet. Or paws, rather. Lucille stumbled over to a small pool, surprised to see her reflection. She was a wolf.

She stumbled away from her reflection. She didn't understand. She was a vampire. Not a werewolf.

Lucille had always been out of the loop. While Caroline and Bonnie knew exactly what was going on, she was left to guess. She didn't know if it was because Caroline wanted to protect her, or if they just forgot, or if Elena was still scared.

What she did know, was that whatever had just happened couldn't be good.

The transformation back was just as painful. Lucille was glad she had packed an extra set of clothes in case she got blood on them. She called her older sister, Caroline, and waited for her sister to answer.

"Sorry, I'm busy now. Please leave a message-" Lucille hung up and called again. Still nothing, which was abnormal, considering Caroline always answered her phone and never left without it. Which left only one option. She was being ignored. Or she was dead, but that was highly unlikely.

Lucille shook her head. Caroline had no reason to be ignoring her. She probably just left her phone somewhere, or dropped it and it broke. She tried to convince herself as she climbed the stairs to her bedroom.

She called Elena next.

"Hey, Lucy. Are you okay?" Elena asked. It was always the greeting she got because Lucille only called Elena if Caroline wasn't answering.

"H-have you seen Caroline?" Lucille cursed her voice for shaking.

"Uh, yeah. She's-"

"I'm not here." She heard Caroline's rushed voice in the background. "I can't talk to her now."

"Are you sure?" Elena asked quietly, her hand probably covering the speaker.

"Yes." Caroline exclaimed quietly.

"She just left with Matt." But that didn't make any sense, because Caroline and Matt had another argument the other night, and Caroline always took at least a day to get over it.

"I know you can hear me, Caroline. I need to talk to you."

"Not now, Lucy. I'm reallly busy."

"And this is really important."

"We can talk when I get home." Caroline sighed.

"Caroline, this is super important. Something happened and I don't know what-" Lucy heard the familiar beep of a phone hanging up. "-to do." She sighed, wiping away a tear before it could fall. She called again, but Elena didn't pick up.

Lucy bit her lip, trying not to cry. She had always had Caroline. She was the one person she could talk to about anything, and the first person she told when she found out she was a vampire.

Everything was so different now. Caroline was always gone, rarely at school, never there. But even then, if Lucille called, they would talk. She looked at the pictures she had on the wall and on her desk. They were almost entirely pictures of her and Caroline, although a few had their parents, and one had Elena, Bonnie and Vicky.

With a sob, she grabbed one of the pictures off the desk and threw it at the wall. The glass shattered and the frame cracked. She half hoped Caroline or their mom would come in and ask if she was okay, but no one did. She threw a second one at the wall. Not like it mattered. No one was home to hear anyway. 

She picked up another picture. It was a picture of her and Caroline last year at the Mystic Falls parade. They were grinning at the camera, pink cotton candy sugar around their mouths. She held the frame so tightly it broke in her hands, the glass cutting her hands. Not like it mattered. No one was home to worry anyway.

She pulled another off the wall. It was her, Caroline and their mom at a picnic in the park. It had been less than a month after Elena's parents died and their mom had insisted they had a bonding picnic. Lucy had caught Caroline unaware as she snapped the selfie, so Caroline was biting into a strawberry in the photo. Lucy could barely see the picture with the tears blurring her vision. She dropped it to the ground and crushed it under the heel of her combat boots. The glass crunched under her boot, and she was almost sure she had put a dent in the wood flooring. Not that it mattered. No one was home to care anyway.

She grabbed a picture from her nightstand. It was new, and didn't have a frame yet. It was her and Caroline at the 60s dance. She ripped it in half, again and again, dropping the small pieces of the photo to the floor. Not that it mattered. No one was home to see anyway.

Not that it mattered. No one was home anyway.

She screamed, the sound ringing in her ears. Her fangs extended, her eyes turned yellow with veins around then. She sped around the room, ripping the pictures from the walls, breaking them, destroying them, tearing them to pieces. And when every trace of her sister was on the floor in shreds, she sped down to the freezer in the basement and drank three bags of blood.

She could feel the switch in her brain flicking off, but she couldn't find it in herself to care.

Nothing mattered anymore.

She spun on her heel, fangs still extended, blood still on her lips and dripping down her chin, eyes still glowing yellow. She went to her room and cleaned the mess of the floor, throwing it away like it didn't matter. Because it didn't. Not anymore.

Her eyes turned back to their normal brown color. Her fangs retracted, and the veins disappeared. She washed her face to get rid of the blood and pulled on her leather jacket. She grabbed a backpack and started filling it with her clothes and other essentials, mainly blood. She shouldered the backpack and closed the front door behind her. She locked it with the spare key they always kept under the mat, and put it back. Her own key was on her desk.

She walked to the edge of the town and then just kept walking. She didn't know where she was going, and she didn't really care.

Eventually she got bored and started running. She would be far away from Mystic Falls before anyone noticed she'd left the house.