Aidan O’Reilly (alwaysathief) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-09-12 00:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-10-2017, aidan, aidan and darcy, darcy |
you should probably sit down for this
Who: Darcy and Aidan
Where: Aidan's room
When: Night
After school let out Darcy didn't go home. She didn't want to be around Avery, especially if her cousin was already packing, nor did she want to just be there. She somewhat went searching for Noah, finding his house and walking around it once before she determined he wasn't home. She wanted to go in and wait on him, but she knew she had to meet Aidan and Noah would distract her from that.
Eventually she went back towards home, going to Aidan's instead, letting herself into the house and then his room. She killed sometime with homework, but after a while gave up and just wound up doodling in her notebook again, people without faces and trees without leaves.
Aidan stayed working at the werewolf camp until it got dark, then began to look for Sylvia. He went up one street and down another, criss-crossing across town till he’d covered what felt like every square inch. The problem was, if she was inside, he wasn’t going to see her. He’d thought he would have a better chance at night, seeing as how it was the only time she should be outside, but he had no luck. Finally, he texted Noah, just to see if he’d maybe found her, and headed towards home.
He wasn’t looking forward to going home, though. Aidan knew he needed to talk to Darcy. Even if it wasn’t about Sylvia, he needed to tell her what was going on with Patrick and Lochlan. A part of him felt like she didn’t deserve to know, but he knew that was being vindictive of him. As much as she whined about the family, he had the feeling she’d be hurt if the full moon past and no one told her what was going on. When he came in, it was obvious he’d been working, with dirt on his t-shirt and jeans. He wanted a shower, but instead leaned against the door frame, looking in at Darcy. “Hey.”
She looked up from her spot on his bed, pencil abandoned as she stared at him. "What happened to you?" Concern laced through her voice, because for all her hatred at her family, Aidan was her favorite and the first person she worried about.
“I’ve been working on a project out in the woods,” he said. “Then I spent the next few hours looking for Sylvia. But let’s talk about the first.” Because as soon as they got into the second, Aidan was sure he was going to lose his temper again. Coming further into the room, Aidan leaned against the dresser, arms crossed over his chest. “You know Pat and Lochlan both got attacked by wolves, right?”
She shouldn't have been surprised he went looking for Sylvia, but it still made her want to choke him. Couldn't he just let that go? When he asked about her cousins she nodded. "Yes. I was at the hospital with them for a day." Duh.
“Do you know anyone else that’s been bitten?” he asked, since he had the feeling she hadn’t sat down with either of her cousins since that day in the hospital. With as hard as she worked at not being close to them, she probably hadn’t checked in with either since they got out.
Darcy made a face. "Liam's friend Eli." He'd been in the hospital for the same reason. "What are you getting at?"
So a friend of a friend. Not a friend. Aidan took a deep breath. “You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I need you to believe me on this. Everyone who was bitten by a wolf and lived is now a werewolf.” Yeah, he sounded completely, batshit crazy.
Her look started off skeptic, but then shifted to something more sympathetic. "Aidan...you..." Darcy chewed on her lip and tried to determine how to tell her cousin he was losing his mind. "Okay, now I'm worried about you."
“You know what? Go talk to them,” Aidan said, throwing up his hands. This was why he hadn’t been more honest with her about Sylvia. She wouldn’t have believed him, even if he’d told her. “I just spent the last six hours building cages for the full moon. Me and at least fifty other people, half of them bitten. I met one who showed me where he was burned by silver. And all of them can hear more, smell more, and see more than I can. But don’t let me tell you. Talk to one of them, otherwise you’re just going to think I’m losing my mind.”
Darcy glared at her cousin. "Aidan...you sound insane. You know that right? And talk to who? Lochlan? Patrick? They're werewolves? Cages?" Why was he getting angry at her for not believing? "Next you're going to tell me that Sylvia's sun allergy is because she's a vampire. This is nuts, Aidan." She got up from the bed, moving closer to him, watching him. Aidan didn't make up stories and lie, but this was a little off the wall wasn't it?
“Sure, ask Lochlan or Patrick. Hell, I bet Liam even knows. There were some kids down there that ‘re your age,” Aidan said, feeling the blood drain from his face as she mentioned Sylvia. She was either going to believe him, or discount every single thing he said. “I am not in a position to prove anything to you, so I should just stop, right?” he seethed quietly, watching her watch him.
It was the fact that he went pale that sent Darcy paler than usual, freckles standing out worse than usual. "No, Aidan. I’m just confused." He wasn't lying. He was too angry to be lying. And that look on his face. Darcy found herself sitting on the edge of the bed, shaking a little. "Tell me you're joking. About them. About her. You're just mad and you're fucking with me."
“Would I joke about something like this?” he said, his frustration starting to get to him. Aidan went to the window and opened it, then quickly lit up a cigarette. It wasn’t as calming as he wanted it to be, but it was better than nothing. “I can’t talk to you about her. You don’t-- you don’t get it. But Lochlan? He can hear my heart beating from five feet away. We live in a world where zombies are real. Where ghosts are real. Is it really that far a stretch to think werewolves might be too?”
Oh, this definitely couldn't be real. Could it? He was right about the zombies. That had seemed ridiculous. And she'd met that ghost guy. Also, definitely real. And an ass. Her eyes ticked back to Aidan, wide as saucers before she was going to him, reaching for his cigarette. "What are we going to do? This...they...it can't be safe. Avery's moving in with Lochlan. Is that why?" Her voice was lower, now that she was closer. "You're a not afraid of Sylvia? Because a I'm guessing if she is she's not some sort of Edward Cullen cutesy vampire who eats deer."
“I thought Lochlan lived here now. How can Avery move in with him? Are they getting their own house?” Aidan asked, clearly not knowing the answer to those questions. He’d been completely thrown off course when Darcy had asked him to move in that morning. If people were going to move around, he’d suggest she move in to Lochlan’s old room, and Lochlan take hers, but he didn’t know if she could handle living with Eily.
“We’ve been building cages. For the full moon. Which is tomorrow night,” he said, letting her take a drag off his cigarette before taking it back from her. “We don’t really know what to expect. It could range from crazy monster who kills everything in sight to large wolves who keep their human brains to a bunch of people sitting in cages for nothing.” And while the last would be kind of a let down, it would also be a relief. “Do you really want to talk to me about Sylvia?” he asked, because he wasn’t going to talk if she wasn’t going to listen.
"Avery showed up in my room and informed me that she and Lochlan were getting their own place and moving out. I told her I'd move and they could have the house, but she just got mad at me and told me I didn't understand." Darcy looked up at Aidan. "She hates me, you know."
She let him have his cigarette back and sat down on the windowsill. "So...we're gonna put Patrick and Lochlan in cages in the woods and hope they don't turn into monsters and kill people. Great." She rubbed at her cheek, letting out a loud sigh. "What if they are monsters? Then what do we do? Also...why didn't you tell me? Why didn't anyone tell me?" Did she not deserve to know? At the question of Sylvia, she looked at him. "You're not listening to me either, Aidan."
“I have no idea what is going on with Avery and Lochlan, but I’ll see what I can find out, okay? There’s no reason for them to buy another house,” he said, trying not to roll his eyes. Someone hadn’t thought that all out. Houses weren’t handed out like candy. Plus, Aidan wasn’t sure Lochlan was responsible enough to be the primary owner of a house. “She doesn’t hate you, Darcy.” Did they really have to get into this now?
“I found out about the werewolves yesterday,” he said, taking another drag off his cigarette. At the moment, he felt like he needed it more than he needed air. “This is me telling you. It’s not something I was going to text you, and after last night, I had a lot more on my mind.” Darcy was not the first person who came to mind when the werewolf issue came up. Darcy wasn’t in danger, at least no moreso than anyone else. “I went to tell Sylvia because they’d know what she is just being near her. She’s not… careful enough, and I’m afraid she’s going to get herself killed. She was packed up and moving out. She was scared, but wouldn’t tell me why. That and she’s convinced that she’s put some kind of spell on me, which is just bullshit.”
"Whatever. Just let them go. I'll live alone." Or maybe convince Noah to move in. Or Aidan she he stopped hating her. "You don't know her, Aidan."
"So you call or you pull me out of school or something." She sighed and leaned her head against the frame of the window. "Tomorrow. And...seriously?" His girlfriend over his family? She didn't even like her family and she knew they usually came first. "Except she's a vampire...which isn't a wussy thing. Though you're right, she's like stupidly cocky about being a damn vampire. Cause you know, the sun..." Darcy rolled her eyes. "It could be a spell. That happens. I read about it." Darcy had read the Twilight novels and then gone looking for other vampire books and found books about scary vampires, which had been even better. Spells and enchantments, that happened.
“I was working, and building cages, and generally freaking out. I’m sorry that I went a full twenty-four hours before letting you in on the latest crisis, but I was kinda pissed off at you, Darce.” He angrily finished off his cigarette and stubbed it on the window sill, annoyed that she was mad at him for a slight he’d never intended. “She doesn’t want to be stuck inside all day and I don’t blame her, but the sunlight practically catches her on fire. It’s why I freaked out about some douchebag stealing her umbrella.” She seriously could have died and there was nothing Aidan could have done to help her. “If she put a spell on me, she didn’t do it on purpose. Besides, she bit her friend Noah, too, and he said he doesn’t feel any different about her than he did before.”
"Pissed off or not Aidan," Darcy said, glaring at him a little but it didn't last. "I get not wanting to be inside but, you have you admit, if it could kill her, it's kind getup if to go out in it right? You wouldn't want me to do that." The last part had her sitting up so hard she hit her head on the window. "He did what?!?" And Noah hadn't told her either? What the fuck was this? Keep Darcy in the dark?
“I wouldn’t want you to do it either, but you’re stubborn. I’m not sure I could stop you,” Aidan pointed out. He’d voiced his concerns to Sylvia, but it was her life. He wasn’t going to tell her what she could and couldn’t do. “Don’t freak out,” Aidan said, trying to calm Darcy down when he realized that maybe that was more than Darcy needed to know. It was the ‘he’ in her response that struck him. Noah.
"I'm allowed to freak out," Darcy snapped, rubbing her head with tears from the pain stinging her eyes. She moved away from Aidan, meaning to sit on his bed and missing, winding up on the floor next to it, he back against it. "Why didn't he just tell me?" Did no one think she deserved to know? Not even Noah, who thought she was beautiful, wanted her in the loop. "My family members are monsters and my closest cousin is in love with a vampire who by the way is sixteen and never going to get older and my...whatever he is, is keeping secrets. Freak out is totally justified."
“Noah?” Aidan asked, trying to keep up with the meltdown Darcy seemed to be having. “I thought you were dating Liam? The shy one?” By the time she finished, he decided that he must’ve been wrong, or else she wasn’t telling him something. “I’m not in love with her,” he sighed. “And did you ever think that maybe it wasn’t our secret to tell? You obviously hate Sylvia, so why would I want to tell you her biggest secret? I know she wouldn’t want me to, just like I’d never tell her yours. Noah’s probably just trying to respect Sylvia’s privacy.”
"I am. Maybe. I'm not sure." No one had really lumped the two boys into the same space and she hadn't had to think about it. Darcy sighed and ran her fingers through her hair, messing up her ponytail. "You didn't think it was something worth mentioning when I asked? And he asked me to stay away from her, let him handle it..." She trailed off. "I just feel really left in the dark."
“I thought about it, but… if I’d told you she was a vampire, would that really have helped anything? I didn’t know about the werewolves then. You would have just thought I was crazy,” Aidan said. It had been the conclusion she’d jumped to earlier, but in this case there were other people to back him up. If he’d only named Sylvia, it might’ve prompted Darcy to do something drastic to try and prove him wrong. “I’m sorry you feel left in the dark. But if you were-- if you were some kind of fantasy creature, would you want me telling someone that hated you?”
"I'm still worried you're crazy, but for different reasons." Darcy looked up at her cousin. "Yeah, maybe, because it might keep her away. I don't hate Sylvia. I don't like Sylvia. I don't approve of her and now, it's not just that she's weird and sixteen, it's that she could kill you. But I know I'm not going anywhere near a fucking vampire. And you should drop the death wish and do the same." How had Darcy even managed to hit her? Sylvia could have just killed her then and there.
“If she wanted to kill me, she’d have killed me by now,” Aidan said, taking a seat on the floor next to Darcy. “I know she’s sixteen. And that bothers me. But it doesn’t stop me from liking her. Neither does her being a vampire. Sure, she could kill me, but she’s not a zombie. She’s aware of what she’s doing and I’m not worried about it.” If he was going to start worrying about everyone out there that could kill him, he’d have to lock himself in his room.
Darcy looked over at Aidan, not sure what to do with him. "But she's a kid. There's nothing to say she can control it properly. And what if she decides she's mad at you and wants to kill you? Or accidentally does?" She let her legs drop, hands in her lap. "Can't lose you, Aidan."
“She’s not that much younger than you,” Aidan pointed out. Sometimes Sylvia felt older, sometimes younger. She was weird like that. “I think she values life enough not to kill someone just because she’s mad at them. That’s not a vampire versus human thing. She was human just last month, so I doubt she’s lost sight of her humanity.” He just couldn’t see Sylvia snapping like that. “You could just as easily shoot me, you know. I just don’t think the threat has increased as much as you think it has.”
"Yeah but I'm still a good bit younger than you," Darcy reminded him. "I know it's different because of what we've been through, but if it was normal? We wouldn't hang out." She sighed again, not sure what else to do and feeling like he breath only came out like that. "I could, but I'm not always armed. She kind of is. It's not a matter of losing her human side, it's getting this whole other side." She looked towards Lochlan's room and frowned. "We have to worry the same things about ours too, don't we?" Could they deal with those tempers being worse?
“But it is different,” Aidan pointed out with a sigh. “Look, I know she’s young. I told you it bothered me before you even knew who she was. But something just clicks with her. I like her. And I’m not going to stop seeing her just because she’s different.” Weird different or vampire different, it didn’t really matter to him. “And yeah, we might,” he nodded, thinking about Patrick and Lochlan. “I know Pat and Loch got in some huge fight, which just sounds weird to me. Apparently there’s some issues with people wanting to be alphas? I dunno. I feel like I need to read up on wolves now.”
Darcy looked at Aidan. "Don't do anything stupid, Aidan." That was all she could say. It showed on her face that she didn't like it but, but she was pretty sure he wasn't going to listen to her. She just wished he'd let Sylvia stay gone. "A fight? Seriously? No one tells me anything." She shook her head. "Alphas...yeah that's the leader. Makes sense." With vampire book reading had come werewolf book reading since the two went hand in hand.
“Like date two people at once?” Aidan asked, raising a brow. They all had their own definitions of stupid. If she was going to continue to pick on his relationship, he was going to do the same to hers. “People might tell you a little more if you at least tried to get along with them,” he pointed out. She did a good job at staying away from the family, but that meant she missed out on things, too. “Yeah, well, apparently all of them think they’re alphas. It results in a lot of pissing contests.” He’d seen a few today, but none of them had broken into fights.
Darcy glared at him from the corners of her eyes. "I'm not...I don't know what it is." She hadn't figured out what she and Noah were or what she and Liam were. She and Noah were definitely physical, but Liam had that easy sweetness she enjoyed. "That's what I have you for, remember? You keep me in the loop." She shook her head. "Stupid boys and your machoism."
“Just making a point,” Aidan said with a tiny smirk. “Our definitions of stupid might be different.” Because if he was Noah, he knew he’d be pissed, but if he was Liam, he had the feeling the guy would be heartbroken. No guy took it well when they found out the girl they were seeing was dating someone else as well. “Maybe you should be nicer to me, then,” he said. “You don’t see me starting any fights, do you?”
"I didn't mean for it to happen." Darcy supposed that was Aidan's argument too. No one planned those sort of things. "I am nice to you. You do know I was looking out for you right?" Maybe he still didn't get that. "I'm also still going on the record of not approving. But I'll leave her alone." Because yeah, she might be stupidly dating two guys, but she was not stupid enough to tangle with a vampire. "No, but you did threaten to burn someone's house down. If given the chance for a fight, you'd jump in just like Lochlan."
“I know you were,” he sighed. “I just wish you hadn’t gone after her. I know it might not seem like it to you, but you listened in on a really private moment. I think it’s made her a little paranoid that someone’s watching her.” Aidan didn’t completely blame Sylvia, since someone had been watching, even if Darcy couldn’t see in. And while he might’ve normally rolled his eyes at Darcy catching him fooling around with someone, it was different with Sylvia. “Maybe. I try to choose my battles, though.”
“I got that it was private, Aidan. That came in loud and clear, but...I was worried.” She sighed and picked at one of the holes in the hem of her shirt. It was definitely Aidan’s or Lochlan’s or someone’s, something that got mixed in with laundry and didn’t fit her. “That’s kinda stupid. It was just me. I’m not stalking her. Plus...she’s a vampire. She could just you know, kill me.” Darcy wasn’t comfortable knowing that that was for sure. She looked over at her cousin, frowning a little. “Don’t choose one that gets you into serious trouble over this girl, okay?”
Aidan wanted to impress the fact that Sylvia was probably no more dangerous as a vampire than she’d been as a human, but then decided that maybe it was okay if Darcy thought she was dangerous. Maybe it would keep Darcy away from her. He’d said it enough already that he thought she’d probably made up her own mind on it anyways. “I’m not looking for trouble,” Aidan said. “And if you have anymore trouble with what I’m doing, come see me, okay? Going after her is just going to piss me off.”
Darcy sighed and nodded. “I’ll tell you first. But you’ve got to promise to listen. Not just write me off as stupid.” She bit her lip, not sure how to ask her next question. “You won’t tell about Noah will you?” she asked finally, eyes searching his.
“Darcy, I was listening before. I didn’t write you off just because I didn’t completely change what I wanted, okay?” Aidan didn’t work like that. Her comments were there, in his head, and he’d wanted to talk to Sylvia about them. She had to trust him halfway. “I won’t tell anyone about Noah, but you should probably figure out what you’re doing or someone’s going to get hurt.” And if she wasn’t careful, it might even be her.
“You just seemed like all you did was get angry at me.” Darcy watched him, then settled in, resting her head on his shoulder for a moment. “I know I do. I just...it was a game and now, I’m not sure what it is.” But she was craving seeing Noah again. As reassuring as being with Liam had been at lunch, she wanted to just hide in Noah’s arms. Which was needy and girly and probably not at all what would happen.
“Well, that was probably the most prevalent emotion,” Aidan pointed out. Yes, he’d been angry. He still was angry, honestly, but it wasn’t getting him anywhere with Darcy, who’d decided to take matters into her own hands as a result. “Which one were you playing the game with?” he asked, since he didn’t think either boy probably knew about it.
“It seemed like the only one.” She worried at her lip a little more. “Noah. It was just...teasing then hide and seek really and then...something else.”
“Well… you should probably figure out which one you want to break it off with. The longer you wait, the worse it’ll be,” he said, hoping it hadn’t gone on too long already.
“Yeah I know.” Darcy sighed again, feeling like that was all she did before getting up, pushing away from Aidan. “You should think about moving in, if they really move out you know?” She was picking up her books, putting them back into her bag. “Better than me being all alone and unsupervised.”
“I’ll think about it if you’ll think about moving in here, taking Lochlan’s old room. I’ll talk to Avery, if need be. I don’t know that we have the money to just go out and buy another house on a whim.” That would be a question for Eily or Patrick, who handled the family money that came in from the brewery. On their own, he didn’t think Avery and Lochlan had the funds to make the move. “If we can make the switch, would you consider it?”
Darcy made a face. “Why do I have to be punished because Avery doesn’t want to live with me any more?” She shoved her things into her bag and shook her head. “I could just move out, save everyone the trouble.”
“I live with Eily and I manage,” Aidan said. He’d never understood what Darcy had against his sister, but she clearly did not like her. “It’s not a punishment. It’s a suggestion that makes sense financially. And because we don’t want you to move out. You’re not trouble, Darce. I’d like to live with you, but I don’t want to abandon Eily either.”
“Yeah, but you’re not me,” Darcy said with a scowl. “It is too a punishment. It’s Avery getting what she wants because she’s Lochlan’s sister and Eily adores Lochlan. I’m everyone’s cousin.” She shook her head and pulled her bag over her shoulder. “Whatever. You decide. Do what makes the most sense. If there’s no space for me I can go somewhere else.”
“There is space for you,” Aidan said, but then sighed and let it go. He tended to think of Darcy like a little sister, but he still wouldn’t leave Eily just to make Darcy happy. “Go home and get some sleep. You can go see the werewolf cages tomorrow, and I’ll make sure to keep you in the loop on anything that happens. Sound good?”
Darcy didn’t feel it. Even if there was, it still felt like people were just trying to get away from her, or taking her on because it made more sense rather than wanting to be around her. Which in a way was what she’d wanted, but that didn’t mean the rejection didn’t burn. “Sure. Yeah. I can’t believe we’re putting them in cages.”
“It’s the only solution we have right now,” Aidan said as he climbed to his feet. He needed to take a shower, and then he’d promised Eily a round of drinks. This had been hard on everyone, not just Lochlan and Patrick, and he suspected that she wanted to talk about this moving thing as well. “Talk to you tomorrow?”
Darcy nodded. “Yeah, tomorrow.” She looked at him for a moment then headed towards the door. She guessed she wouldn’t sleep, but she could pretend right?
“Good night, Darcy,” Aidan said, giving her a small smile. He hadn’t expected things to improve by talking to her, but they seemed a bit better. Hopefully he could be reassuring to Sylvia when he found her, and Darcy might back off a little on vocalizing her disapproval. At least she knew what was going on now, and hopefully had learned that there were two sides to every story, even one she’d listened in to.