monster » isaac lahey [1] ✓

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Describing the world as black and white would be an insult to the people who live in it and to the nature of Earth itself. Nothing is ever simply black and white, there are shades of grey and wonderful colours that filter through even in the darkest of times, like a rainbow on a stormy day. Just because one or two people do as they are destined doesn't mean everyone and everything will. Because just as the world isn't black and white, destiny isn't all people abide by.

Adrianna had been dead for 14 days.
336 dreadful hours, 1209600 long seconds.

When everyone had thought they had won that tedious, prolonged battle. When Jennifer Blake was no more and thus the storm and havoc she was wreaking dissipated. Their parents were safe. They were all alive. They thought it was over.

Yet for a reason undisclosed to them, when they thought enemies had become friends, Deucalion sunk his sharp fangs into the soft skin of Adriannas neck. 
Her last breath hiccuped from her cracked lips in Dereks arms. Thick black blood stained her pale skin, seeping slowly down her neck and shoulder.

It was at this time they realised they had not won the battle after all.

There was tinge of heavy reluctance when Scott and Derek had pushed the mixture of mud, sand and broken wood off the trap their loved ones were almost taken away by. The words felt like hot tar burning their  tongues as they left Scotts mouth, Derek hadn't spoken since they left that cold shed. Neither could look into Isaac's big blue eyes.
They demanded to see her body.

Yet they still couldn't believe it. It couldn't possibly be her. When Deaton pulled back the dark brown blanket covering her soft face and left it sitting just beneath the  large black, dry, blood-smeared bite mark haunting her neck. Isaac howled, full of an abundance of grief he had never felt before. A metal table decorated with material smashed into the brick walls. He left the clinic without another word.

However fate works in mysterious ways.
Isaac was the first one to hear it, the soft thump-thump of a heartbeat, a particularly special heartbeat that hadn't graced his ears for weeks. He raced to her room with relieved anticipation.

Her body lay unmoving and unbreathing.

He became obsessed. Adamant that, as those hours and seconds dragged on, the usual symptoms that take place in a human body after death weren't occurring.
They couldn't smell her decaying corpse, her wounds had healed completely, there lay no foul odour of rotten eggs and week old garbage in the room, and no bugs or other gross insects were attracted to her supposed dead flesh. This meant something.

Derek heard it next. That soft thump-thump of her delicate heart. As Isaac had done, he raced to her room in an overflowing mess of anticipation.

Her body lay unmoving and unbreathing.

They all came to hear it, at random times on different days. They all raced to her room filled with the same anticipation and were quick to be bitterly disappointed.

Thus, after 23 days, they decided to put her body to rest.

Isaac walked into the small white kitchen and placed two clean, beige mugs on the ceramic counter. He turned on the coffee machine, refilling it with fresh beans and dismissing the old ones into the trash. Whilst the coffee was brewing, an exhausted sigh left his lips. He leant heavily against the bench, lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Allison raised her eyes from her laptop as she sat on the other side of the bench on one of the stools. A slight edge had formed in the depths of her dark eyes, similar to that cold edge her cousin had always held.

"Would you like me to do that?" She questioned softly, her voice slightly raspy.

Isaac didn't move.