Hello friends! I apologize for how long this took me to get out there. Let me just start out by saying I do not own teen wolf. If you don't already know, this will be the third book in this series. If you haven't read the other two, you might be sightly confused. Please feel free to message me about anything, I hope you enjoy a little taste of what elusiveness is like! I thought the title fit well. When trying to name it I searched up a few things and the definition of elusive is: eluding or failing to allow for or accommodate a clear perception or complete mental grap. The whole season of 5A is kind of confusing since its a flashback. Let me know what you think
I had made the consecutive decision to officially hate summer. The heat... The exposed bodies... (which wasn't an ideal thing to look at for someone who fed solely on blood) and the boredness! Oh God the boredness. Half the time I didn't know what to do with myself. Although this summer proved to be very... eventful, for lack of better words.
My dad's arrival (at the worst possible time might I add) had stirred something in me. The night Lydia told me sent me into a bit of an unnerving frenzy. I had just died, for the second time, came back to life as a hybrid, all while discovering there were vampire hunters in beacon hills. Nothing had occurred in the 6 weeks we had had off, though. I had endured in my first full moon, which wasn't pretty, and I was hastily approaching my second.
No hunters coming for me, and no father visiting me. I had seen him once, though, 2 weeks ago. He was with a group of five other men and a single female. He was too far for me to catch a scent, or recognize the faces of the people he was with. The only feature I could recall was the long red curls of the female. They all encompassed into a small circle around a gravestone on the other side of the cemetery
I was visiting Allison and Aiden, filling them in on recent events. I never went too long without visiting Allison and telling her what was happening with everyone. It was a coping method, really. I got to spill my guts without feeling weird about it, and not worrying about being judged for my actions.
I had no idea what his scent smelt like. I barely even remembered what he looked like, if it wasn't for running into him at my mother's funeral.
I whizzed past a hew headstones unnoticed and crept behind one as I tried to find any clues to figure out why he was here. If not for me, then why? Did he even remember I was in Beacon Hills? Surely he did.
The whole time they stood by this grave though, they were silent. Their heads bowed, their hands crossed over one another in front of them. I waited a few minutes, then a few more, and then the red head finally shuffled her position. Her right hand slipped into the black coat she was clad in, and she pulled something out. I licked my lips, inching closer, and shut my eyes. When I reopened them, they flared purple. My vision shifted to a dim red colour, and I could see her hand more closely now.
She placed a small dagger in front of the gravestone, and shielded the weapon behind a bouquet of white roses she had pulled from a paper bag.
Without saying anything, they began to walk off, their heads low. My father glanced towards my direction and I spun around and sunk into the green earth behind the gravestone.
I had a lot of thoughts in my head, but mostly I was just confused. There were no chemosignals coming off of them, no words, and no scents. Very mysterious of them. I didn't care enough about my father to chase after him.
A couple of days prior to that, I had experienced my first full moon. The lucky thing about being turned the night of a full moon, was that I had a whole month to relax and try to prepare myself before the next one occured.
Malia and Liam were exceedingly helpful towards me, being the most recent betas of the group. Scott was a big help, but he had forgot what it was like to have no control during a full moon. Sure, he struggled from feeling the effects of the bright light in the sky, but it had been a couple years since he had been bit.
I discovered enough about myself before the full moon came around. Deaton had dome some readings, he had discovered some things about me, others I learnt myself. I couldn't eat food still. I had tried the night of Lydia and I's sleepover, but it came back up. Blood was the only thing I could keep down.
I didn't need a daylight ring to protect me from the sun anymore, but the sun didn't exactly make me feel comfortable (hence part of my reasoning for ragging on summer). My heart was beating now, so I didn't feel we cold as I did before.
I could run faster then the others. I could still whizz about in a blur of speed, as oppose to the other were-creatures who ran on all was my absolute favourite part (and perhaps the only thing I enjoyed) about being a vampire.
As far as I knew, the only thing that could kill me were stakes, heart extraction, and being burned alive-no more lethal wolf bites. We weren't sure about my ability to age. Deaton said that I could probably age now, considering my heart was beating now.
Their was a pink scar to the left of my chest wear Scott's lethal claws met my dead skin a few months ago in Mexico. Scott felt terrible about it still, and he knew I knew that. I wasn't mad at him in the slightest though. The pink shade was close to my pale skin colour (that didn't change from coming back to life) and the scar almost looked like a fist-sized hash tag symbol.
I had a lot more strength as a werewolf. Combined with a vampire, I was even stronger. Not as strong as Scott the true alpha, but it was a close second.
I could partially transform, with fangs claws and eyes. If I were to fully transform I'd morphe into a white wolf.
It rarely happens, but when it does I feel like tearing everything apart. The first few times it happened, I completely blacked out. Now that only happened on full moons. When I was fully turned, I had no desire to feed on blood, only the desire to see it. To tear someone apart. I tried not to shift fully. Sometimes I couldn't stop myself-especially when I got angry. There's a fine line between me only exposing my claws, eyes, and teeth, and morphing into a whole nother species. Sometimes I felt like a freak when ever I recovered from it- I knew the others understood and thought nothing of it though.
I had been lucky to have my friends care enough to chain me up and secure me so I didn't tear into anyone. The first full moon was a difficult one, similar to Liam's. They chained me to the wall in Lydia's basement, Malia's previous full moon sanctuary before she learned to master the art of werewolfism.
It was embarrassing, for the most part, but my friends had been through it and didn't judge me, they knew. Lydia was upstairs, making most of the long night by setting up some air mattresses in the living room and stocking up on greasy snacks for those who rotated shifts.
Scott, Stiles, Malia, and Liam were all there at first. I started feeling it heavily around 8pm. It was weird, losing control. Much different then being a vampire. Just as worse, though. Everything was ear-piercingly loud, my heart was racing (an odd feeling considering I had gone a while without having a heartbeat), my mind was gyrating, and I had this overwhelming urge to just growl.
Everyone was so obnoxiously loud. The questions they shot at me just made me more annoyed.
"Are you starting to feel it..?" Stiles asked, pulling his chair closer to me. I cringed at noise the chair made as it screeched along the wooden floorboards.
"Can you stop that?" I growled (literally) at him, covering my ears.
He ignored me.
"It's powerful isn't it?" Liam commented, a grin smeared across his face. he was enjoying this- not being the one they had to babysit this time. It sucked taking a step back. I always felt like I was taking a step back. I felt bad that they had to spend their Saturday night stuck in the basement of Lydia's Lake house being barked at by my death threats.
I nodded, trying to remind myself not to snap. Once I did, I would turn. If I turned, I would most likely black out. Who knows what would ensue then. I was trying to refrain from turning, but I knew it would probably happen anyways.
My body felt like it was being tugged in a million different directions. I wanted to shift, my mind was telling me to. My mind told me to let the power of the moon take over and to attack the only human in the room. How satisfying it would be, to hear the thunderous crunch of his skill between my hands. Or better yet! My jaw. All I had to do was shift. Fully shift too, not just partially.
I glowered at Stiles, waiting for the right moment. "I can feel it..."I growled, feeling my claws protrude from my nail bed.
"We should chain her up," Malia suggested
I shook my head. "No! Erggg," I winced, trying to hold back the shift now. My animalistic senses were taking over and it was hard to push them away. "I'm fine. I'm fine I can control it" I said not-so-so-confidently.
"Really?" Stiles asked condescendingly, "Because you're eyes are purple."
I huffed a breath through my fanged-mouth. One second I wanted to shred them to bits , the next, I felt fine. Giving into defeat, I handed over my wrists.
Stiles tossed me a proud smile, knowing that I was doing the right thing and that I had trouble doing so, but did anyways.
Better to hand myself over now then to struggle with my alpha later and pay the consequences when the full moon passed.
Malia reached into Stiles' lacrosse bag and pulled our a set of chains. She clipped one to a metal hinge in the wall behind me, then grabbed my wrist and cuffed me. "I'm making them right in case she you shift," she explained, "Sorry." She did the same on the other side and walked back around to test the chains for security. "Not sure if these are gonna hold her," she vocalized, "She's much stronger then I am from being a hybrid, and I almost broke out of these."
Stiles looked to Scott apprehensively.
"Argent gave me gave me something before he left," Scott announced, leaning forward on the chair. He reached into his own bag and brought out a light purple flower. It was similar to wolfsbane and at first I thought it was, but then I saw the tiny leaves and the clusters of flowers that were different to it.
He twirled it between his thumb, his pointer and his middle finger.
"It's called vervain," he said. "It's a rare flower that apparently weakens vampires. It's supposed to be the equivalent of wolfsbane to wolves, only much stronger."
I growled. I could smell the rancid odor radiating from the flower already. It was sour. It was bad. I let out another low growl, gaining the attention of everyone in the room, and I lunged for it.
I hissed when I realized my hands wouldn't make it that fair, and I tugged the chains with my wrist. "UGH let me Go!" I screamed at him. "Scott let me go. It hurts. The cuffs are to tight, please."
I wasn't lying, they were pretty tight.
He shook his head. He was no longer Scott my alpha, he was Scott my big brother.
And I was his little sister... Who was so madly infuriated with him right now that I could murder him.
My body ached, and then I felt an intense surge as the moon rose higher...
"UGH!" I groaned loudly, "I just want to-"
"Kill everyone?" Liam finished for me.
"Yes!" I hissed. "Yes yes yes."
"Is that any different then usual?" Malia laughed.
I shot her a glare.
"Sorry... " She apologized
Liam chuckled, leaning against a cement pillar in that infamous Jean jacket of his.
"It's not funny!" I growled at him, baring my teeth.
He just smirked.
I panted, feeling a flash of heat move through me. I relaxed against the wall, letting the back of my head rest against the floral wallpaper. A few beads of sweat ran down my face. I shut my eyes as a splitting headache formed at the back of my skull.
I clenched my jaw, gritting my teeth as I waited for it to pass; but it never did.
The effects of the moon on me were odd. I felt strong. Powerful, even; but I was stuck to this damn wall with these heavy chains that Malia so graciously attached me too.
"Everything is so loud!" I complained bracing the sides of my head with my clawed hands. I could hear the friends episode Lydia was playing upstairs, and I could hear the obnoxious crunch of caramel kettle corn between Stiles' teeth.
I glared at him.
"I've never seen her this mad before, kinda funny." Stiles smirked, tossing another piece into his mouth.
I lunged for him again, sending him back a few inches in his chair.
I tugged the chains again, hanging as far out as I could. I would let the chain relax and then tug it again, clawing the air.
He tossed a piece of kettle corn at me. It bounced off my right cheek and then sailed to the floor.
I snarled at him. "I'm going to kill you when I get out of these chains!" I screamed at him, feeling my blood practically boil at the thought of him tossing another one of those things at me. I didn't even eat human food! He was purposely working me up. Boy did he have a freaking shock coming for him as soon as I escaped. "I'm going to tear you to shreds. I'm going to feel your skull crush between my jaw, I'm going to skin your body with my teeth - then I'm going to shift back and feed on your lifeless body. What's left of it anyways. If you're lucky you'll be dead for that part!" I spat at him. "As soon as these chains are off I'm going to pounce on you." I threatened, glowering.
Unphased by the rest of my graphic and detailed threat, he wiggled his eyebrows up and down, leaning back in his chair. "Kinky."
"ARRRRAHHH.!" Fuming, I lunged for him again, pulling the chains which were now so tight around the front of my wrists they started to draw blood. "I hate you." I vocalized, "I hate you I hate you I hate you!"
"I've been through this 3 times," he nodded to Scott, Malia, and then pointed to Liam with his thumb- in explanation of his Unphased demeanor. He did a double take when he saw the amount of salt on his thumb, then popped it in his mouth, cleaning it off his finger.
I cringed at the 'pop' noise his mouth made when taking his thumb out.
"Okay buddy..." Scott stood, "How about we don't tease the newly turned werewolf on the night of her first moon." Scott squeezed his friends shoulders, who shrugged in response; popping another popcorn in his mouth.
The room was silent for a while, except for the sounds of my heavy breathing and the chains clattering together everytime I let them relax. In an attempt to reach him I scraped my claws against the floor trying to pry the floorboards closer to me as if that would move him near me. After a while of growling, and numerous claw marks on the floor, Scott told me off and I gave up on threatening Stiles, for now anyways. I sat with my legs in front of me, and wrapped one arm around my knees as I relaxed against the torn wallpaper. I ran my nails along the exposed cement, tracing circles in attempt to distract myself from murderous thoughts.
Being a vampire meant avoiding emotion. Being a werewolf meant being filled with pure rage. It was a peculiar thing to experience, having been solely a vampire before.
Scott sat back in his chair and pulled out his phone, swiping up like he was scrolling through something. I later learned that he was browsing through Wikipedia pages on the potent plant that was poisonous to me. He also later told me that The Calavera's had gifted it to Chris after discovering that there was a vampire in the pack during the second trip to Mexico.
The Calavera's may have been werewolf hunters but that didn't meant they didn't hunt the other supernatural creatures that roamed their land.
"You alright there Liam?" Scott questioned, his eyes regarding Liam to his right.
"Yeah... " he murmured, pinching the bridge of his nose.
He was struggling, it was obvious, and I could use that to my advantage. They had overestimated how calm Liam might actually be.
"Agh," his jaw muscles clenched as he gritted his teeth. He turned around, facing the cement pillar, and rested his head against it. He exhaled heavily, letting his tongue loll out. "Is it hot in here?" he asked, pinching his eyes shut.
"Yes," I replied, while the others replied with a "no".
He slammed his head against the cement pillar, causing a small fracture to creep horizontally. Low enough so only the supernatural creatures in the room could hear him, he started muttering "The sun, the moon, the truth." over and over. "The sun. The moon. The truth. The sun. The moon. The truth."
"Maybe we should chain him up... " Malia suggested, standing erect from her cross legged position near the stairs.
"Good idea," Stiles concurred; glancing to Scott.
Scott sunk into his chair. "We only have one pair of chains..."
I smirked.
I glanced to a wolfed out Liam, who had removed both his jacket and his shirt, a true teen wolf now. His brawn shoulders huffed heavily as he respirated.
I could see his eyes move from me, to the door. There was some sort of alliance building between the two of us. He wanted me to make a break for it with him, I just had to get out of these stupid chains!
I rattled them above my head, looking up, then back to him. I could hear the others arguing about where to put Liam while Liam and I tried to silently devise a plan.
We were stronger in a pack. Yeah, our alpha wouldn't be there, but since Liam and I were both betas from the same pack we would be more powerful. I could feel it already-the energy. The more the moon rose, the more intense it felt.
I could see Liam inch for the door, debating if it was just easier to leave me. I was a newbie anyways. So was he, but it was my first full moon and I would drag him down.
I growled, somehow not catching the other's attention.
He huffed and ran over to me. I pulled at one of the chains, using as much force as I could to try to rip the hinge clipped go the cement wall. Liam grabbed the weaker one with both hands and started to pull away from it. He growled as he exerted force, and when I saw a rusted nail pop out, I grew excited. I tugged more, ignoring the drips of blood falling down my wrist.
"Alright Liam..." I heard Stiles sigh, pivoting around. "Boathouse it i- what the..." he paused, noticing Liam wasn't where he was before.
"GET HIM!" Scott ordered.
The second Scott placed a foot in front of him, Liam beelined for the door. Malia managed to grab his pants, but he just tore through her grasp leaving him in a pair of plaid boxers.
" WAIT! " I screamed, pulling one of the chains again. I used as much force as I could, gritting my teeth, and managed to break free from my right hand. A chunk of cement came flying out of the wall. " LIAM! " it was too late. He had already squeezed through a small window closest to the east wall. "LIAM DON'T LEAVE ME! LIAM!"
Lydia came stampeding down the stairs, bombarding them with questions.
"What happened?! Where's Liam?!" She squealed when she saw the broken glass decorating the hardwood floor.
"Go," Scott pointed to the door, "You search the forest. You know it better." he said to Malia, "I'll head in closer to town."
She nodded to her alpha, breaking off into a sprint.
Scott rushed over to his duffel bag and pulled out the floor. "Here, use this on her when she needs it. She's going to be pretty angry a pack member left her behind."
"Are you even sure this works?! " Stiles starting panicking, standing from his seat. "She's only got one chain on now if you haven't noticed! It's going to make for a real awkward story if she ends up murdering her boyfriend!" I hissed to myself. He still hadn't asked me. The first month of summer was still pretty busy, so I guess I couldn't be too worked up about it.
Scott shrugged, shuffling backwards. "Guess we'll find out!" he was just about to flip around but paused. "There's more in a Mason jar in my bag. If you need it, use it."
"What if an angry Liam comes back to break out his partner in crime! " he screamed while his friend was already halfway out the door.
"Call me!" he hollered faintly in reply, already too far. "Call me if she shifts too!"
"She is shifted! " he countered.
"Fully!" you could barely hear Scott's voice now.
Stiles groaned throwing his hands in the air before plopping his butt back down in his chair.
I used my free hand to try to tug the other one, but it didn't budge much. I need more strength. I needed Liam's strength. "I can't believe he just left me!" I fumed to myself "I'm going to hunt that bastard down when I get out of here and tear out his stupid yellow eyes!" I let out a loud, inhumane growl, and turned back around to a relaxing Stiles. "Are you enjoying this?" I asked rhetorically.
"Quite a lot actually, yes. That was until that little runt ran off." he made a face.
"Don't call him that. " I snarled. I hated him right now, but he was still part of my pack. So was Stiles, and Lydia and Kira , it was a weird little gang we had.
As I bared my teeth at him I watched him shoo Lydia away, telling her to go back upstairs. "Five seconds ago you were just reminiscing about ripping his eyeballs out of its sockets."
I snarled again, snapping my teeth. I didn't have to explain myself. It was immensely annoying how cool he was about all of this and how he could retort without being even the slightest bit afraid. His heartbeat hadn't even twitched since we arrived.
I went to claw him again. I had a little more reach now with one free hand.
He scooted his chair back nonchalantly, and I tried using my other hand to lunge for him.
I heard a warping noise as the small medal sheet in the wall started to lift. It was weakening.
I smiled in triumph , turning back to Stiles to rub it in his face.
When I turned around, he had the lavender coloured flower in his hands. My face fell. I had to admit, I didn't think he would use it on me.
Like he had previously said though; he had had his fair share of experiences with were-creatures.
"Don't you dare come near me with that or I swear to God I will - "
It was too late, he had already dragged the rancid plant across my cheek. It burnt as it trailed across my thin skin. I screamed at him with all the power I had in my voice, eventually that scream turned into a howl, and the howl started to change me. I always felt it in my legs first. An immense pressure, like I was in quick sand. It moves up to my calves, and there was a sickening crunch as my knees changed. It was painful,shifting fully, but it was bearable. From there I fell to the floor, my spine forcing me to. I could feel the pressure move hastily through me. My gums felt sore, like a severe case of gingivitis as canines replaced themselves with my regular teeth. There was no way to understand how someone could morphe from a human to a wolf the size of a small horse, but it happened.
The supernatural world was unquestionable.
The transition happened in less than a second, but it felt so lengthy every time I thought back to it.
Once the pain of the shift wore off, an immense ruthless rage took its place, I black out from there, usually. I would hope that one day I would learn to control that. I didn't trust myself when I was in that state.
The rest of the night was spent panicking about a naked Liam roaming Beacon Hills. Somewhere during the long night he must have lost his boxers. A few scared witnesses proclaimed they saw a naked man jumping on top of cars-setting off alarms.
That sent the supernatural junkies crazy. It took a few weeks for that to wear off. No one really believed the few witnesses that had seen him, but it was a close call.
Stiles said I was pretty secure for most of the night. He said I was pretty fiesty, snarling and growling and pacing back and forth, ready to pounce. He told me he had enjoyed watching me like that, that it was entertaining. He said eventually when I learned to control it, and when I didn't black out from shifting, it would be kinda cool. I disagreed, saying that it would be very very weird but he had this idea in his mind of the pack being powerful and in control, even when at their worst.
The next few weeks calmed down. I had shifted once since the full moon, but besides that had done pretty good. The ripper hunger from the vampire side of me started to maintain itself, besides the odd slip-up when I ensued a make-out session with Stiles. I was a lot angrier then I was before, and that was something new to control. I felt on edge most of the time, but Scott assured me that thay would fade with time, and experience.
The rest of the summer was oddly... Relaxing. We spent the nights having bonfires, going on shopping trips (which was usually only me and Lydia because Malia despised shopping). Eating greasy food (minus me), and Stiles and I even had a few sleepovers. We watched the boys practice lacrosse a lot, and we went to the movies once or twice.
The only difficult part of summer was Mason. Mason was Liam's absolute best friend, and it was becoming apparent that Liam was lying to his friend about what he knew. Mason questioned him a lot, even questioned me a few times. Lydia was bombarded with inquisitions from him, being the one there when they were attacked by berserkers in the school.
The lies caused a small divide between Mason and Liam, but they were still best friends. It stressed Liam out a lot, and I knew that in a matter of time Mason would find out. Scott knew that too but he tried to hold out for as long as possible for Mason's own safety.
The only thing that did suck about summer was Derek and Kira's absence. her parents had taken her to New York for the summer on a spontaneous trip. It was odd, actually. Kira called the night before she left and mentioned how she worried her parents might try to brainwash her to stop beiing friends with us-not because we were dangerous, but because of what danger followed us. I didn't blame them
Scott was pretty choked about her leaving but he survived through many Skype calls and texts when they had time. To keep her in the loop Lydia and Malia and I had had a sleepover and video chatted her the whole time.
Derek announced his departure during a pack meeting. Following the events of our last trip to Mexico he had evolved. It was something that had happened with his mom, Talia Hale. He had matured in his wolvelihood and was the closest most powerful thing to being an alpha. He explained he needed some time fully complete his evolution. He wasn't leaving the pack, but he was leaving Beacon Hills. He wouldn't become an omega. He promised to stay in touch as much as he could, and he said he would be back, but not for a long while.
I would miss him, which I had trouble admitting, we all would.
My birthday had passed during the short hiatus. It was only a couple of weeks ago. I tried to keep it on the down low, but when Melissa came bursting through the front door with a chocolate cupcake and a candle in it halfway through movie night, the others caught on. It was severely embarrassing at first, especially since I had spent the whole day with the pack and hadn't told them.
Scott felt the worst, but handled it the best by surprising me the following day with what he called a "birthday re-do" which consisted of breakfast in bed (which was a warm blood bag and a wine glass on a TV tray) and a book wrapped in newspaper. It was James Dashner's new novel, which I hadn't stopped talking about for weeks.
Stiles made me feel the most guilty.
"Why didn't you tell me... " he placed a warm hand on my thigh and his sad, disheartened irises poured in to mine. I could see the disappointment on his face, and turned away to prevent any further guilt.
The next day he had come over and announced that he has gotten me something but he wasn't ready to give it to me yet. Who the hell knew what that meant, but I went with it, thanking him. I didn't even want any gifts. The older I got, the more scared I was about being an adult.
Lydia and Malia had picked me a very pricey American ragdoll dress from the mall, and Kira gave me a sweet phone call, promising to take me bowling or something when I returned.
Malia had cut her hair. It was a big step for her, she hadn't had it cut since she was little, before she shifted into a real coyote. It was adorable, shoulder length, and much more manageable for her. She didn't like things in her face. I suggested some highlights if she was feeling really bold but she didn't like the smell of the ammonia in the hair dye.
Stiles was a little different towards the end of summer. I wasn't sure if it was the new school your approaching, or something underlying that. He was anxious all the time, more occupied in his thoughts, quiet at moments. I didn't think much of it. I was worried, yes, but I knew he would come to talk to me about it eventually.
That's pretty much how the summer went. It had passed quickly, which it always did, and tomorrow was the first day of school.
Tonight was the second full moon, but I still had plenty of time till I really started feeling it. Unfortunately, tonight also happened to be the night of senior scribe- which was something that would be so unbelievably unfair for me to miss, or cause the others to miss. I promised myself to try my best and think of my anchor. My anchor was always changing, and while I still cared for Stiles wholeheartedly, it wasn't him anymore. I had matured since I died (The first time) and my anchor was now myself.
It was the ripper, emotionless, murderous form of me. It was my dark place. It was a reminder that everytime I lost myself I could end up there. That switch was still there in the back of my mind; metaphorically, and it could be so easily turned off which was scary. I just needed control.
I could feel the vibration of my new phone in my pocket. It startled me at first. I fished for it in the back of my jeans and pulled it to my ear as I grabbed my purse from my bedside table.
"Hey Kira, " I answered, " Where are you?"
"I'm running late, " she responded," Still on the highway and there's traffic on the main route. It's gonna be a while. "
I grumbled "That sucks. Think you'll be back in time?"
She paused for a second "We aren't meeting till 10 tonight anyways right? I'll just get dropped off at the school."
"Good idea," I agreed, searching frantically for my keys. I put my bag back down on my bed and shoved the phone in the space between my ear and my shoulder, holding my phone there. "Did you let Scott know?"
"Yeah I just got off the phone with him."
"Good, good. " I replied, opening my bedside table. Nope, not there. "So I'll see you later tonight then, I suppose, depending on how well I can control myself."
"You'll be fine," She reassured in her sweet bubbly voice "I know you will be!"
"I hope so..." I bit my lip, speeding quickly over to my closet to search for my keys.
"See you tonight Anna," I could practically hear her smiling through the phone.
"See ya Kira, I'm going to give you a big Ole Wolfy hug when I see ya! "
She laughed into the phone, and then she hung up.
I tossed my phone in my purse, and then started to hunt for my keys again. I could lift grown men, I could run a marathon in under a minute, I could kill someone in an instant by just using my teeth, but I couldn't find my damn keys.
I groaned.
"Anna! " That was Melissa. She should have left for her night shift by now, which was peculiar. " Anna!" She yelled for me from the front of the house.
"One second!"I screamed back, searching between the folds of my bean bag chair for my keys.
"Anna please! " She sounded distressed now.
"Aha!" I cheered to myself, finding my house keys in one of the folds of fabric. "T-T-Theres someone at the door for you!"
I paused.
Oh god. This was it. This was my father... He had remembered I was here. My chest felt fluttery, and I could feel my heart rate pick up.
I braced myself for the encounter, and opened my bedroom door.
The second I stepped into the hallway, I heard a voice; but it sure as hell wasn't my father's.
"Well hello sweetheart. Someone's changed quite a bit since we last saw them ey?"
My body went still as I turned around, feeling purely frozen and numb inside.
(A very much alive) Sebastian and James were standing in my living room.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the first chapter of Elusiveness. I'm not sure if I'm planning to split 5A and 5B into two different stories, I don't think I will but I guess I'll see where it goes. Let me know your thoughts and feel free to drop a review. This chapter is mostly talking about the past, so sorry if it is a little slow at first. I also apologize for how long it took me to get this up!
I have a few questions, though.
Do you think Anna is a virgin?
What do you think Anna wants to do after school?
What kind of trouble's do you'll think she will face this season? Why do you think her dad is here?
Let me know, and please, feel free to drop a review or a favorite. They truly make my day!
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