Monstrous ➙ Theo Raeken

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She felt numb as she watched the red and blue lights flash around outside of her normally dark home. Theo stood at her side diligently as Sheriff Stilinski and Parrish moved around the room observing the bloodshed that had occurred in her living room, a place that just nights ago her parents had been laughing in loudly as their family watched the antics of the Weasley twins from Harry Potter. Their death would be ruled a suicide, the story of what actually happened never to be revealed to the community that did not know of the supernatural.

Clarissa wanted to scream as the men shot her pity filled glances from the corner of their eyes, scream at Theo for his constant hovering by her side and the hand he had placed strategically against her arm. All she could do was watch as they covered their bodies with sheets, ignore the way the white material turned crimson as it settled against their bloody flesh.

Clarissa had no idea how to react, how to proceed with the tragedy that had become her reality. All she could do was sit and wait as the two police officers did their job, waiting for her brother to burst into their house to realize that they were now parentless in their cruel world.

She felt anger course through her veins at the person that did this to her parents, the only people in her life whom had nothing to do with the supernatural world. Anger was destructive, a paralytic toxin to girls like Clarissa. It flowed through her body in waves of destruction that she couldn't tell if they would be to herself or others yet. She knew Theo could smell the anger permeating the air from her pores and she silently thanked him as he gripped her tightly against his body.

The sound of a car door made the blue eyed girl look away from the gruesome scene that her eyes had been glued to for the past hour. She could smell her brother's confusion from the front yard. Clarissa slowly moved towards the door at the sound of Parrish denying him access to his own home.

"Parrish, let him in." Her voice was broken, almost as if it was glass that had been pulverized to the very finest of grains. At first the young officer looked at her warily, worried about the teenage chimera who was barely showing emotions but gave into her demands when he saw the look of need to hold onto the last remaining family member she had left.

Clarissa knew what was in store for the sole remaining Banes', as she was of age the prospect of foster care didn't apply to her but for her sixteen year old brother: it was a very scary possibility. She would need to make sure that her brother was cared for, possibly call a favor in with the Whittemore patriarch to get custody over the brother she loves and the Bryant boy who depended on her. Their family fortune would sustain their needs, helping her make sure that the boys and herself were cared for until she could make permanent settlements.

"Clary, what's going on?" Delcan was confused but the first thought in her mind was that he knew. He knew from the moment he looked at Clarissa and Theo, from her red rimmed eyes to him watching her as if she might break from a single action. He knew and Clarissa felt helpless as she watched him look into the living room at the gore that would forever haunt her nightmares. His eyes glossed over and his lips wobbled as he turned to look at his older sister. "No. No, I don't believe this."

"Del. They're gone." The hoarseness of her voice, the one coated by her tears made the situation real. It took him a step and a half to throw himself at her, to cling to the one semblance of sanity that he had left. She clung to him like a half of a lifeline, the other half watching in despair for the auburn haired girl he cared so much for. Her sanity was held by the lifeline in two of the people that she loved more than anything. She loved them and that would be their downfall because everything she loved turned to crisp ashes that fell around her very existence.

"They can't be." Clarissa's heart broke for her brother, not for herself because she knew of the horrors that came with the world that they lived in. She hadn't been able to shield him from the monstrous things that she had seen, the horror of losing the two people who raised them and cared for them their whole lives. She pulled back and looked at him before clutching him against her harshly and vowed that she would hunt down the person that did this to him. She would bring hell on Earth for their parents' killer and make sure that they knew how they felt.