The Darkness: 4

Part 23

Italics- nogitsune's whispers

Oliver

Oliver entered the loft everyone was staying at, not bothered by the chance Lydia could appear. He figured everyone was asleep as he sat on the couch, staring at the fire that lit the room. Oliver leaned forward to the table and poured himself a Bourbon.

"Trying to numb your pain?" Scott asked, coming down the stairs and Oliver glanced at him, taking a sip from the glass. Scott sat across from him and leaned back, borrowing his shoulders into the cushions. Oliver swirled the light brown liquid in the glass cup while playing with his jean pants.

"I don't know what to do anymore," he let out. "I feel that way too sometimes," Scott said. "Everyone is looking up to you but you can't give them an answer." "When she was strapped to the chair..." he began, "and was letting out all of our problems, I didn't recognize her. To hear her say she took my son..." "I know," Scott nodded. "Seeing Allison, even Laurel who we all watch die, was..." and Oliver understood.

"To know that Allison met her sister seems... surreal but it's also nerve-wracking," Scott said. "They didn't do anything," Oliver added. "Haven't been for weeks." "They might attack on Thanksgiving," he thought.

"What did she show you when we were in her head?" Oliver asked bluntly, taking another sip of his alcohol. Scott was silent for a moment before he said, "My true self." Oliver frowned in confusion, indicating for him to elaborate.

"The reason I became a True Alpha is that it was given to me. I have never killed and rose to be a leader. In some dreams I've had, I've been filled with rage and my teeth were a different pattern with my shifted face more defined. But in her head, I completely turned into a beast. A full-bodied werewolf that stood on its hind legs with red eyes, waiting to feel blood on its claws."

"I think I'd become one," Oliver muttered and Scott looked at him. "I heard about that," he said, moving to the edge of the couch. "A killer," Oliver said bluntly. "But you've changed. The work you do to save the city is what's important. Some of the people in the pack have been in the same position and they prove to me that they're different and I know," Scott told him. "I know that you're different."

"What she showed me was when my life changed. It wasn't what exactly happened but it was close enough. This time, I died that night," Oliver told him, "and I should've stayed dead." He got up, firmly setting down his glass on the table, and walked away, feeling Scott's eyes linger on him.

Oliver made his way up the stair and down the hallway. When he opened the door, he clicked on the lights and it felt cold in the room. The bed was perfectly made but empty.

He sat down on his side and played with his hands, glancing down at his shoes before taking them off. He changed into gray sweatpants, leaving his chest bare, and turned off the lights before slipping under the sheets.

He flipped on his side to face inwards on the bed and adjusted his head on the soft plump. His hand slipped up the fresh side of the empty bed, pulling at the edge of the pillow casing. He missed her warm smile that projected with her happiness.

Oliver wondered if she'd ever come back. If there were any limits to a nogitsune before they'd stop. How would he be able to reach her and bring her home?

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Douglas

Douglas' eyes fluttered open in the annoyance of the sunlight that was seeping through the curtains he closed and got up frustrated.

He stumbled to the closet and put on his all-black clothing. He grabbed his pistols and hooked them onto his belt strap, leaving the whip next to the Nazi patch on the dresser.