The Unworldly

There's a moment for everyone at some point in their life where they refuse to believe the truth. That moment for me was the night I found out that the only person who has ever truly loved me was turned into something unworldly. It was something I wanted to believe; I didn't really believe it either when I was first told. No person on this planet wanted to believe that their best friend was now a monster, capable of only god knows what, at the hand of another.

A gift, Isaac had said. It was a gift that he was given of strength speed, and power. He could protect himself finally against the war his father waged against him at a young age. I stupidly had always thought he could win said war with hope, hope that one day he'd win and be able to escape the horrors that lay before him. But hope is worthless when you are forced to choose between that and power, inhuman power that could overthrow everything we know, that could kill every last person on this earth.

I wanted to believe that everything would work out until Isaac's father was ripped to shreds in front of Isaac's eyes. He ran to my house, climbing in through my window, dripping wet from the rain and tears falling down his face. He told me everything that had happened that night from the dinner to the throwing, him running away from Mr. Lahey. Isaac convinced me to go to his creator, Derek and talk about how to make his dad forget, but instead we ran into and ally and watched Isaac's father be ripped to shreds.

The following day Derek, ordered us to act as if nothing changed and to be ourselves. He warned us of the hunter that went to our school and that the other werewolf, Scott, would notice the change. He told us how he could smell it alongside his ability to smell the fear that poured out of my pores.

"Shelby, I will be fine. We'll be fine. Stop worrying so much. You'll get wrinkles." Isaac tried to joke around, slinging his arm around my shoulders as we walked into school. Looking up at him, I tried to hold in a sob; my only friend was on the verge of being killed, just from showing up to school, especially with an Argent stalking around. The class bell rung overhead signaling our departure from each other. Silently, Isaac hugged me, planting a kiss on my temple before squeezing then letting go of me. I could hardly move my feet in the direction of my first class, my mind racing with all of the things that could go wrong today.

The feeling in my stomach grew worse, the mixture of fear and curiosity filling it. I never questioned my relationship with Isaac until he got the bite. In the short amount of time I knew about all of this, he's grown incredibly bold with me, the arm thing and kissing me on the face was new. Before, we hugged, yes, but he never kissed me or curled me into his body like that.

I tried to ignore that curiosity as I ran into my first class, which I had with the Argent and Scott McCall. I spent the entire 95 minutes we had to sit and listen to our teacher drone on about the new mathematical equations we were memorizing staring down Allison. She and Scott exchanged confused looks every time she turned around to see if I was still looking. I always was.

I just didn't understand how Scott could be dating her, she was a hunter and he was the hunted. There was no way her parents didn't know about him. Derek even told Isaac and me how the Argents banned Allison form seeing Scott because of the dance last year: he had turned in front of her. I also wouldn't wait around for her family to find our about Isaac and send her off to kill her first wolf.

At the end of the class, I ran out, ignoring the cries of protest as I rammed into Allison on my way out. I made my way to French, which I had with both Isaac and Allison, sliding into my seat next to his. Isaac came into class looking as calm as he could be considering his current situation.

Right before Madame Morrell began her lesson, Allison breezed through the door looking upset. She walked to my desk, eyes set on me. "Bathsheba, what did I do to you to make you push me?"

Instead of being able to answer her, Madame Morrell told her to sit down, that our high school quarrel wasn't necessary to discuss right now. I couldn't help but smile as Allison huffed to her seat, Isaac looking at me, confused.

Isaac and I spent the lesson speaking French to each other, talking about what could have attacked his father. Derek had no idea what could have scales like a lizard and a tail and could easily rip a door off a car. But he also did tell us to not think about it, as if I could erase the image of Mr. Lahey's unidentifiable body lying there all bloody, his blood mixing with the water in the street. Derek wanted us to go about our day and for Isaac to go to lacrosse and try not to wolf out.

So far, everything was going well, no one suspected Isaac was a werewolf, only that something was wrong with me. Lydia Martin had her eyes on me, more than usual and Allison tried to talk to me as much as possible. Isaac did a good job not making a mistake all day, but he told me hearing all the things around him and all the smells made him dizzy. But it was controllable until lacrosse practice. I could tell something was off when he walked out of the locker room, his face scribbled with worry.

"Isaac, what's going on?" I asked, my hand on his arm. We were only inches away and I knew he could smell the fear rolling off of me.

"It's Scott," he said, looking around. "He knows there's another werewolf, but he doesn't know is was me. What if I make a mistake on the field?" He was now breathing harder, hands twisting his wrists like he always did when he was nervous or scared when he knew his dad would attack him.

"Isaac, don't worry about it, okay? It will be okay and then after practice, we can go to Derek and see if he knows anything okay?" He nodded reluctantly, putting on his helmet and running to the field just as coach called for the boys to huddle up.

I sat on the bleachers, watching just incase he slipped, but I had faith. Lydia and Allison were nowhere to be seen, thankfully, but there was Stiles who nervously glanced up ay me every so often. He wasn't warming up with the team seeing he rode the bench too often.

It was only when they started practice that I was concerned. Scott was now in the goal, where Danny usually was, but instead of making sure no one scored goals, Scott was running up to the players and ramming them to the ground and it appeared that he was sniffing them.

I was sitting at the edge of my seat, seeing Isaac's number in the front of the line, getting ready to run. As the two ran towards each other, I could feel my throat closing up. Scott would find out and Isaac's life would be over, just as it had begun. But, Scott was the least of my fears as I watched Sheriff Stilinski and his second hand coming towards us at the edge of the field. Getting up, I ran to him, as he whispered something to Coach, making him wave over Isaac.

I watched them take Isaac away as I listened to Scott tell Stiles that they think he killed his father.

"Hey, wolf boy." I said behind them, making them jump in surprise. "What the hell is going to happen to him?" I demanded, hands clutching my bag for dear life.

"How long have you been standing there and how much do you know?" Scott asked me calmly.

"I have ben here since they took him, dummy. And I know what you and the Argents are and that Isaac didn't do it."

Stiles looked at me as if he didn't believe me. "Really, Bathsheba? And how would you know that? Your best friend is a freaking werewolf. He could easily kill his dad."

"Because, Stiles, I was with him and we watched a freaking lizard run after Mr. Lahey, rip off the car door and rip Mr. Lahey a new one, okay? I will never forget the look on his face, or the sounds of his screams as he was murdered." I hissed at them. I wasn't in the mood to deal with the sarcasm of Stiles. Especially after I watched his father take away Isaac.

"Come with us." Scott told me after thinking about what I said. This was going to be a long day.