Nerves held me in a tight grip, so I walked as close to Theo as possible, bumping into him a few times. He glances back at me, giving a smile that I take as reassuring me that everything would be fine. I was still unsure, but allow some distance as we descend the stairs, taking slow breaths and focused on Theo's back. When we reached the living room, and he moved, I felt like a deer in headlights, but hoped that I didn't look it as well.
Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Sam motioning me over and without hesitation I moved to the couch and sat down. Sitting between him and Hayley was a help to my nerves and made me more comfortable. Even with both Scott and his little friend glaring at me.
A throat clear shifted my gaze to the male across from me, another stranger and the reason I was so freaking nervous. His brown eyes seemed kind, and he wore a smile which seemed misplaced in a room that was still so tense.
"Hello, Sidney. My name is Dean McAllen, I'm sort of spokesperson and investigator for the magical community. Not so much like the police, but I do look into matters somewhat like this." Dean reached a hand out and I in turn grasped it, giving a firm shake before releasing it.
"That over there is another representative of ours, Malcolm King. Please do excuse his outward demeanor, he's not the most personable being." He gestured to the male who'd been whispering with Scott.
"Nice to meet you both." I forced the reply from my lips, allowing a smile of my own to form. One of them was already not fond of me, I didn't want to seem rude.
"Nice to meet you as well. Now that we've dispensed the pleasantries, we should get down to business. Over the years I have heard of your situation. In all honesty it was something we wouldn't care to look into because it breaks no laws or harms no one else. It has come to our attention though that these have been happening too closely together and we'd like to get to the bottom of it. Someone is obviously wants you dead, but they also seem to kill you even though you just come right back. I'm sure you would have discussed this with Sam or someone else, but can you think of anyone you may have crossed?"
There was a difference from thinking it to having someone out right say that someone wanted you dead. This was all still sensitive, but this was also a time I had to put on my big girl panties and just deal with it. Dean wasn't poking at me intentionally, and even if he was, it shouldn't matter. So I pushed past the stupid hurt and raked my brain for someone, anyone who would fit with all of this. Who the hell did I piss off to this extent?
"No. There isn't anyone I can think of who'd want or have reason to do this. Unless I've done something I am unaware of," I spoke in a firm tone.
"Ok. I've already asked Sam, and he doesn't believe he has any enemies that would stoop this low. Though we will still be on the lookout for those who aren't the fondest of him. Is there anything or anyone that has stuck out to you as odd?"
"No, not any 'I'm watching you to murder you' odd. Though I did have the stalker I'm sure they told you about. I never did get a good look at his face, so besides dark hair I got nothing. Too busy trying to get away from him and not have a heart attack from panicking too much." I shrugged, feeling calmer for some reason. I felt a hand rub against my back, small circles being outlined.
"Is that the first time you've noticed or felt like someone was following you?" His tone remained neutral.
"I'm a paranoid person, so no. It is the first time that it was a serious speculation, which turned into a very real situation."
Dean inclined his head to the side, weighing my words. The room remained silent and as he thought I took the time to glance toward Sam, he gave a small smile and continued to draw circles upon my back.
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Wake. Force myself out of bed. Stress. Class. Homework. Breakdown. Sleep. The routine is what got Sidney through life, even though sometimes the stress was just amplified by her other stress. It wasn't her best life, but she was going to try and mak...