"Cute. What are you doing here?" he said, glancing over at the chick he remembered from the other day. "Wanna hit?"
"I just wanted a walk." she replied slanting her mouth to the side. "Holy shit." She said, with a laugh coming from her nose. "You’re actually offering me something?"
I’m friends with the monster that’s under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You’re trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I’m crazy, yeah, you think I’m crazy
Can I join you, or do I need to get the anti-depressant spray out?
"Shee-it," he mumbled half to himself at hearing what they did to her dad. "Why would they fucking do that shit, to show you, you were a banshee? That’s messed up…. and who’s this ‘they’?" Yeah, he was asking a lot of questions, but seriously. This was fucked up.
Not that he didn’t have his own share of fucked up, but it wasn’t every day he heard of someone else with some kind of twisted past. He was curious. He just kinda found this morbid stuff, kind of interesting.”Wait, so you’re saying, you can teleport, and shit?”
"One less thirsty ass airhead, though." Her sympathy level towards her father decreased instantly as she realized why she actually disliked him. "As fucked up as that sounds, my dad was never really around. Y’know, typical shithead to my mum. Then my mum wasn’t able to cope, so I grew up with a nanny." She nodded. The question he asked her was something she was so used to hearing. "I ask myself that question everyday. For my sake only."
It came across as rather bad, laughing at her father’s death. Though, she wasn’t going to sit and shed tears over her father, she had more important things to find out. Like why couldn’t they of killed him someplace else? Or why didn’t they kill her afterwards? “It’s more of a dream, than anything. Like sleepwalking, and all that jazz.”
Narrowing his eyes, Stiles turned. Noticing Avery standing next to him; at least there was someone there with him. “Hey Avery,” his tone was almost a whisper. “Are you as hesitant as I am to be here?” Glancing around, he tried to calm his nerves, but to no avail. “I feel like I shouldn’t have come in here; something doesn’t feel right. Usually I know there things…”
She rubbed her head lightly, as she let out a laughter through her nose. At least there was someone sane here. “I don’t know, things…things are different here.” Her eyes squint together, not in confusion, but because she was thinking. “People are different here.” Her arms wrapped around her body, as a sudden mist of air went past her. The hairs on her arms stood up, though she still carried on. “It’s like they’re being controlled.”
She paused, now looking at him with a tiny smile on her lips. “Sounds abnormal, I know.”
”You are in no position to demand me.” he looked at her. Now what should he do, maybe kill her.
”Also you have no say in my actions, i do in yours.”
"I’d rather you kill me than command me to do things I don’t want to do." She stood still, like glass. No movement was inside her. "Go on then? What are you waiting for?" She paused, looking up at him. "You’re not some freaking puppet master, you idiot. You’re William. William Cohen, and from the first day you told me you were a vampire. I trusted you, I loved you. Now I don’t." Things went silent for a while, as she calmed down. "You want to know what I feel now?" She chuckled. "Nothing." Her head shook from side to side. She tried to hold back the tears, tears of shock of course, and she did, though her mouth was still stuttering like crazy. "I’m not scared of you…you… you’re such a bullshitter."
”What is?” he asked as he studied her face. ”You will stay and enjoy the show.” he said with his commending voice and he stepped closer. He hold her cheeks, something in her eyes, were familiar.
"You." She scowled at him, her brows now down and her face scrunched together. "Get off me you freak!" She screamed in a demanding voice, pushing him away.
"Fine!" She sighed, running her hand through her hair. "Okay. I’ll stay." She had no idea who he was, but it certainly wasn’t William. "Just don’t touch me." Why was she staying? It was like he was controlling her. Every ounce of her didn’t want to stay, but something inside her body was forcing her to. And she hate it, every minute of it.
The Puppet Master looked at her carefully, he knew when someone was laying to him. But he simply saw no reason for her lie and he did not care. ”Well, then Adelaide im sure you’ll enjoy my show.” he said with a cold face. ”Im the Puppet Master of course.” he introduced himself, with a dark smile on his face.
Avery had given up faster than you could say…well, fast. He was acting all freaky, and she didn’t want to get involved, at all. “Yeah. Whatever.” She said, laughing through her nose. “Bullshit.”