I stared at the blaze of fire, the flames licking at the windows, they shattered. My mouth was dry, opened slightly as if to say something. My eyes were wide and dilated, someone intertwined there hand through mine. I didn't move as we both stared up at the burning house. The fire was growing rapidly, swallowing everything in it's path. I could feel the sweat on my face, a tingling sensation running up and down my spine as the heat touched me. I wanted to move away, so as not to burn, but I was rooted to the ground. Butterflies erupted in my stomach and my heart began jumping wildly. I could feel my chest tighten and I closed my eyes, legs wobbling. I clutched his hand tightly, the fear that it was a dream terrifying me. Then the sirens began.

I felt the feeling slip away and I let out a breath I had been holding in. I finally looked away from the house as the sirens got louder and closer. I could see the cruisers, fire trucks and ambulances racing through the streets down the hill. Turning to the others we all took off in less then a second and ran towards the woods. I hit the tree line second as cars came to a complete halt behind us. The sound of screeching tires fueling me even more, followed by a door. I kept running, until I heard a crash. I turned back around instantly, staring up at the abandoned two story building. Water hit the house in seconds. All of us stopped to turn and watch. The fire faded, leaving us drenched in darkness. Along with the power, our power, our own brothers signature of flames doused by another's power. We were almost offended.

Flashlights skimmed the trees to my left and I turned and began running again. I jumped onto a fallen tree and pushed into the air. My hands wrapped around a branch and I vaulted forward into the air. My stomach dropped as my body lost it's weight. I started falling, and I kicked off of a tree and hit another one. This time I used it to slide back down to the forest floor. I glanced back, and grinned, a wide deep and rocky river behind me. Just by inches. I watched Adam fly over the river behind me and as he slid in the mud I instantly threw my arm forward. His hand wrapped around my forearm and I pulled on him hard. He let out a panted breath as we stumbled and began running again.

A knock went off on my door and I glanced over, my mom stepped into the room. Agitation and disappointment filling her eyes. "Where did you go last night?" she asked, voice calm and low, even though she was anything but calm. Her eyes and tense body language gave her away like a flashing neon sign. Or I was just a good reader, I wasn't sure.

"I went for a walk, I couldn't sleep," I said dismissively. She didn't react well to that.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?" she asked with an edge in her tone.

"Everyone was asleep, I didn't want to wake anyone," I said honestly, and it was, for the most part anyways.

"You wont be sneaking out anymore, we decided it would be best if you and your brother moved in with your cousin and his fiancé," I stared at her, eye brows raised in question and amusement.

"I'm not going anywhere," I said simply, leaving no room to argue.

"You have two choices, spend the next semester with your cousins or we can send you to St. Peter again," I felt my eyes go wide. Fear crept up on me, making my heart race. I couldn't go back, I wouldn't, never again.

The air in the room changed, becoming tense, defensive, and a little smug. She was enjoying this, upsetting me. I rolled my eyes now, and shrugged. "Go ahead. Send me away, and you'll never see or hear from me again," I said challenging her.

She was quiet for a second, enough for me to see the hesitation. "You will go to La Push, and at the end of the semester, if you can start acting like a mature adult, then you can return home sooner."

"Oh I'll go alright, just forewarning you, can you send your own daughter away knowing full well you'll never see her again," she narrowed her eyes at me. "When would you like to get rid of us?" I asked coldly, I saw her flinch at the tone, surprised with the hostility.

"We're driving at two, pack your stuff, you have an hour," she said turning and walking out without so much as a good bye or apology. I stared at the spot where she'd been standing. I stood there for a long time, just staring blankly. I swallowed thickly, she wasn't doing this for my own good, or even because of my lifestyle. She was doing this because I was an embarrassment to her, she was doing this for herself, proving how much she didn't want us.

I sat down the bed, the room, what used to feel so much like home, now seemed foreign, like it never really was my room. I lifted the phone out of my pocket, texting all the guys what was happening. No one replied at first, and then synced up with every text ping. They were mad, and told them not to bother going, that they'd give me a place to stay. I didn't reply, as I went into the basement to get some duffel bags.

My twin brother was also down here. It was dark in the basement, and the light kept flickering on and off. I was barely able to see a few meters in front of me. A small amount of light filtered in at the back of the basement. He was sitting on an old couch, an ugly shade of beige. He had something in his hands.

"What are you looking at?" I asked, noticing his slumped shoulders and distant look on his face. Like he was in another world. He jumped, not realizing I had come downstairs. I was unimpressed with that, we were strong and always alert, I shouldn't have surprised him. Whatever he had was bothering him and I didn't like that either.

"Remember in grade three, we had to make that collage about our lives for the future?" I raised my eyebrows in question.

"Yeah, you kept yours?" I asked surprised. "What does a grade school collage have to do with anything?"

He smiled sadly, leaning back and shrugged. "The things I wanted to be when I was older at the time are drastically different from our lives and what we want for the future now."

I held my hand out, and he handed me the paper. I stared at curiously, a lot of colorful magazine pictures cut out badly and glued together. A picture of a giant house was on there, an older version of a red Corvette, he had a picture of a pit bull on the front. His name in blue glitter, a picture of us at the beach. A lot of random little things, four wheelers, play station. Everything in here was almost the complete opposite of now and the future. We both knew a lot of these things would probably never come true. The Jace I knew today was different from the old Jace, in so many ways. None I could say were good.

Looking at his face he met my gaze, a grief and pain in his glassy eyes. But the smile of the boy compared to now was different. The younger Jace was innocent, a bright smile and light in his eyes, happiness filling his face, completely unsuspecting of the reality. Unknowing what he was to become.

His eyes and smile were different now, they were sarcastic, sadistic and angry in darkness. They were exactly the same in appearance, but the thoughts and feelings under them were darker, no longer innocent. No more monsters under the bed, but monsters all around us, turning us darker along with them.

Everyone had loved the little boy Jace used to be, as well as myself. Now people feared us, avoided us, sensed that we were darker, crueler, even strangers shied away from us, there own souls feeling too close to monsters like us.

I turned back to the picture and ripped it in half, he stared at me face grim. "The seven year old version of you never knew what you were going to become. This was years ago. Why does it matter?"

He turned back to face the basement, and answered quietly, "I could've been something else entirely. That life was so much easier, I wish I could get it back to make the right choice. Save both of us from what we really were."

I frowned at him, not liking his explanation. "Life isn't supposed to get easier Jace, its supposed to get harder. Your stronger then this and you know it."

He shook his head sighing, "No, but murder wasn't supposed to easy either. We should pack."

He stood up, walking over to the closet and I watched him go. My thoughts swam as I tried to make sense of his words. I followed him, collecting my own bags.

I finished packing faster then I'd anticipated. A lot of things I didn't bother to keep, having no real sentimental value. I pulled my leather jacket on, it wasn't long and it hugged my body when it was zipped up. I pulled on my black flats, shouldering my bag. The car was quiet, and awkward before, but this was just down right uncomfortable. I closed my eyes, leaning my head on the window, trying to cool the raging headache that had started. I turned off my phone, ignoring all of the texts I'd gotten.

I glanced at my brother next to me, he had his head turned, with his head lying against the back of the seat, staring out the window and into the woods. I closed them again, considering whether or not to fall asleep.

The car rolled to a stop, and I opened my eyes the moment the car was in park. I hadn't slept so much as pretended too, I didn't want them trying to give some kind of moving speech or giving me a warning or something. I threw open the door, getting out and shutting it more violently then I needed to. It was cool here, and the air seemed thicker and more muggy then I remembered it.

Jace and I shared looks of frustration, both unhappy about the situation. The door opened and two people walked out. A taller, native looking man and a darker native girl. She had scars running up and down her face, and I leaned against the car, again not caring and unimpressed with how shitty things were looking.

"Sam, good to see you again," my step father said, shaking his hands. I stared at them, agitated and angry.

"You too," he said and they went to move the luggage inside. I walked towards the house, not even bothering to grab anything. They want me to live here, they can carry my stuff in. As I stepped through the open doorway I paused a moment. Several boys sat around in the living room. Something bumped me and I bounced forward slightly, turning and glaring at Jace.

"Get out of the way," he said scowling at me.

"Fuck you," I said with the same expression. He walked around me and I turned back to the room. All of them only had shorts on, no shirts, or socks or anything. Just shorts, and ripped up ones. They varied between ages, but all of them were teenagers. I leaned against the wall frame, unimpressed once more.

"Aleera, right?" a boy asked, the next tallest one. All of them were well built, muscle everywhere. I was used to it, all of us worked out two hours every day and if we didn't, we made up for it in the next session.

"No, actually I'm santa claus posing as Aleera," I said sarcastically. He frowned, confused and a little offended. I rolled my eyes, turning and going upstairs where Jace had gone.

I found him standing in a spare room, a bed, dresser, bedside table and a desk with no chair. It was a plain room, absolutely nothing on it, free of pictures and just about everything else. He had a closet next to the door and I could see a bathroom next to that one.

"Please God, kill me now," he muttered emptying out a bag onto the floor. I didn't bother saying anything, before turning and walking to the other spare room. It was about the same size, and I realized we were sharing a full bathroom. My bags were already in here, and I began rummaging through them for some running clothes. Someone tapped on my door and I turned to see Sam's fiancé Emily. "Hey sweetie, need any help unpacking?"

"No," I said defiantly, voice cold. My eyes gleamed hostility and she almost looked hurt. I would make there lives a living hell for this. I would make them hate me so much that I could go home to my family.