Chapter 7

The snow was still on the ground, with threat of more falling from the heavens. Lydia was filled in on everything; me being a witch, being centuries old, she already knew about my fiancé being killed, and I told her about my life after that;

"…After Burt was murdered by Gerard, I was slowly losing myself. My personality had changed, drastically." I say. I twirl my hair around my finger. Lydia is sitting across from me on my bed. She wasn't repulsed by my house, she just thought it was "vintage". At least she didn't say ugly or old. I loved this house, even though I was living here alone.

"How so?" she asks. I look away, embarrassed.

"Well, I noticed that as my soul was going, I was becoming more lust-full than fair. I was more desirable by men and boys, young and old unfortunately. And many," I say with a sick taste in my mouth, "took advantage of me. Of my looks, my soulless carcass, and of course when they would get drunk," I lifted my shirt up, and showed her a scar across my torso made two years ago. It was made by a boy around eight-teen, he was a looker alright. He was caption of the hockey team and of course, on every girl's list. It was at an after party, where I met him. He had had his eyes on me for quite sometime, not that none of the other hormonal boys didn't.

The party was one of the only ones I would go too, mainly because it was the last day of school and I was graduating again. I decided it was time to have a little bit of fun, drink a bit, let lose. I came wearing what I had worn that day; shorts, sandals, and a top that showed off my midriff, my first mistake. I was handed a beer and downed it, not feeling anything. It took a lot of alcohol to get me tipsy, in all my years of being a witch I had consumed a lot of alcohol, especially now. I grabbed a couple more beers and just sat down by the edge of the person's pool, I had no idea who was hosting this party. Soon, though, I would find out. MY feet were swaying in the water when I heard voices yelling from inside. I got up and went to investigate, even with all the drunken passes I got. I would just push them away to their girlfriends. I wasn't interested in this tonight, losing your soul does give the choice, and tonight was not one of those nights.

I saw some guys crowed around a keg, with someone pumping beer into a boy's mouth. I rolled my eyes and went to return to my spot by the pool. I turned and almost ran into my host,

"Tyler," I say with a groan. I can tell he has been drinking, the smell of barely is on his breath, but he is not out of his mind. I smile and make my way around him, but he blocks me. He pulls me to the dance floor, I pretend to be happy, but I'm just so done with him. WE reach the floor and notice that people are going outside, I frown,

"What's going on?" I ask. He pulls me close to him, so he is right up against me. There are a couple people in here dancing, and I relax, but I still want an answer. HE sways me to the music,

"Tyler!" I say. He gives an exasperated look to me,

"Aiden," he leans down to me, "Chill. It's just a speech. Tobi's parents don't want people throwing up or vandalizing the place." He places his hands on my waist, and kisses my neck. I push him away, he looks surprised, but excited.

"Is this how tonight is going down?" I disgusted look and turn away. I make it to the door, but he slams it shut, "Leavin' so soon girl? The nights," he gives me a so-called smolder. I just frown at him, "just getting started." His lips meet mine and instantly, all I taste is beer. I feel him pulling me upstairs, I want to use magic on him, but I love PEI, even in this soulless state, so I couldn't risk it. I play along. He pulls me into a room, I'm guessing where him and his friends had their pre-drink. There are empty bottles around on the ground, but they're in a corner. As he closes the door, he locks it, I thought because he didn't want any interruptions. He is on top on me on the bed, removing my shirt. He removes his shirt and throws it away. He starts to kiss me, more harder and more desperate now. His hands move from my neck to my breasts, where they go to un-hook the bra. He has troubles with it and I laugh. He struggles, but then I point to the front. He un-hooks it and kisses me again. His kisses are sloppy, but I've had worse. His hands again move down my body, grasping my breast on the way, then go to my thigh, rubbing it. I try to flip him over, but when ever I do, he flips me under. He laughs, and then I see it. The gleam in his eyes, he kisses me before I can do anything. He un buttons my shorts, I instantly stop. Knowing I have my beliefs, and this is not one of them. My hands shoot down to keep on my under-wear. HE already had my short halfway down my legs. He stands up and throws them,

"Common, I know you're not a virgin," he says with a sickly voice. HE has transformed, his eyes look hungry and it is for me. I bolt up and run for the door, I go for the knob, but he grabs me. HE pulls me up against him, I fight him, still not thinking straight, later on I know I should have used magic, but I couldn't.

"Aiden, you're being very difficult." His hands reach for my under wear. I pinch his hand, so hard it draws blood. He drops me, and I scramble for my bra. I get to it and hook it back on. Just in time too, for he came at me, grabbed me up to my feet. He holds my arm in a death grip, I don't know what's coming, but I know I won't be leaving till he gets what he wants.

"Aiden, this can be easy," he slaps me, hard. I think i cut my lip, "or hard." He throws me on the pile of beer bottles. There's a crunch and I know I have been cut. I look down and see a heavy stream of blood, deadly. I wave my hand to stop the bleeding but he is on me again. He sees the gash heals and looks at me, confused. I keep my mouth shut, not going to say anything and hope he runs out of here, scared. He doesn't. Instead, he gives me a smile. He grasps my arm, and throws me on the bed. I scramble to the top of it, trying to escape him, he just looks at me though,

"I wonder," He says sitting next to me. He climbs on me, I freeze. He unhooks my bra again, "what will you do to keep your secret." His hands go down to my hip bones, just teasing. I laugh,

"Do you honestly think people will believe you Tyler? I wouldn't." I say final. He laughs and kisses my neck,

"Surveillance camera," I look around and sure enough, in the corner of the room, there's one. I look at him, scared. He kisses me, and as he does move his hands move lower, without me stopping.

As I am telling Lydia this, tears come to my eyes. That I could have done magic to erase that video, but I was so caught of guard, I couldn't think straight. I tell Lydia this and she shakes her head,

"Aiden, honestly, you couldn't have done anything else to stop him. He was going to get it, he was a predator." She seems sincere, but when I walk her home, I see no Stiles in view and we begin our walk. I walk her halfway and wave bye. She looks back at me and nods, sincere. I smile and turn back. I remember gloves this time and my hands stay warm, but my heart is cold at the thought of that night years ago. It was horrible, one of the worst. He was just so cruel, to everyone. HE told everyone I wanted it, and then I left. I disappeared again. I drive to Nova Scotia and stayed there.

I just couldn't get over it. I didn't even bother to look around when I fell to the ground, in tears. I stayed there, on the road to my house. I was sitting against a tree and let the tears come. I hadn't cried about it, I hadn't had the human in me to grieve. Now I do though. Soon, I can hear feet walking from behind me, it's just the deer. I don't do any magic for them, just sit there and cry some more. I look up, toward the road,

"Why did he do it? He could have had any of the others, but no, he wanted…" any girl would have been overcome with pride that he wanted them, I wasn't. I knew it was because I was desirable. Then I thought of a memory, one that I had almost forgotten. Years before this, I lived on PEI with Morrell. We would live across the meadow from one another. Our families lived next door, so I would live with my family. I attended school and there was a boy, Burt, one who was equally as smart, and as handsome. It was sort of similar to Anne of Green Gables in a way, just that we were always competing with one another for top in the class.

When we put our rivalry aside, we fell in love. He asked me to marry him in the meadow, in the spring time. When all the violets had bloomed, and the blossoms on the trees were preparing to let the bees invade them. I jumped on him in happiness, and then hesitated for he didn't know of my situation. My history. So we sat there, in the meadow. I told him about my past, my witch craft so to say. I had told no one of this, Morrell knew for she was immortal too. I looked at him, long and patient. Waiting for him to scream and yell 'witch! Witch!'. He didn't though. He caressed my jaw and kissed me,

"It does not matter, what you may be Aiden. All I know, is that I fell in love with you. Witch and all." He said. I kissed him back. We stayed in the meadow for a while before returning with news to our families. We were to marry in June, our families would be united as one. We wouldn't though.

I burst out in tears and cover my face in my knees. Footsteps interrupts my moment, before I can wipe my eyes, they stop behind me. Maybe the deer found the old patch of grass.

"Aiden?" I wipe away tears and look around the tree. I see Stiles and Scott standing there. Both looking at me, but they are standing over the pink snow. I wipe my cheeks dry, and smile at them,

"Hey." I say, my voice shaky and hoarse. I know Scott can tell, but can Stiles? He looks at me, and I know he does,

"What's up?" asks Stiles. I shake my head,

"Oh, it's nothing. History," I say with a feeble voice. Scott shakes his head,

"We heard you talking, you said 'why did he do it? He could have had any of the others, but no, he wanted', what?" I shake my head,

"It's history. Don't worry about." I say, trying to keep back the tears. Stiles still doesn't take my words,

"Aiden, it's not history of it still affects you." He says. I smile and shake my head,

"Honestly, guys," I start to walk away, "just let it go, okay." I walk away, knowing that telling them would only give me pity, and I didn't need it. I just made my way home, leaving the two boys to wonder about me, and the pink snow. My jeans were soaked through, freezing me to the bone. My gloves were no help now, wet and tarnished. I removed them out of despair and threw them to the snow. I didn't want them, they were from that same year with Tyler. Bad memories filled them, and those were the last things I needed. MY hands were frozen, turning purple by the time I made it to my kitchen. I waved my hand over the stove, unable to snap them. A tiny flame ignited the stove, and it boiled quickly, due to my frozen body. I ran as quickly as I could up the stairs, removing the wet and frozen clothing. I threw them in my dirty basket and looked for something warm. I searched through my closet and found an old pair of sweat pants and an old sweat shirt. I pulled them on but my hands were frozen and I didn't own any other gloves. I looked around, hoping for something, a scarf, a tuke, anything. Then I saw it. The lone glove on the dresser. Stiles' glove, it was large enough for my hands. I reached for it and pulled it on. MY hands began to regain feeling and I sighed in relief.

I made my way back down the stairs to the kitchen. I heard Cala behind me on the stairs and let her jump into my arms. She purred as she rubbed the top of her head against my chin, I smirked,

"Of course," I say looking at her, "you're the only one who knows how much things have affected me, don't you?" I say making a cute face at her. She meows at me and licks a salty tear from my cheek. I place her down on the counter and grab a mug for my tea. MY mint stayed in season yearly, it was enchanted by yours truly, and I picked a few sprigs of mint. I dropped them in my mug and poured in the boiling water. As soon as I place the kettle back on the stove, I take a big gulp of the tea, knowing the boiling water will scald my mouth, I don't care. Anything to heat my body. It did scald my body, but it only removed little coldness from my body. I went over to my window, I peeked out and saw the two boys talking, I snap my fingers and instantly, even through glass, I can hear what they are saying.

"…I don't know what it was? Maybe something was killed." Says Stiles. Scott shakes his head,

"No," he says, " I would have smelt the decaying body-"

"Maybe whatever killed it took the body with it. Like maybe it was the Argents." I smile, I guess not too many people like the Argent's ways of dealings. I know I didn't.

"I would have smelt it, something. A piece of decaying meat, but nothing. It's like what ever was brought down there, was brought back." He says, suspiciously. Stiles looks over at my house, I wave and he waves back. Scott looks over and then he seems to realise,

"Maybe it was her," he points to me, thinking I have no idea what they are even saying, " she was hit, and healed herself but left a pile of blood." Stiles stares at him, obviously not believing him.

"Dude, we saw her that day. She looked perfectly fine to me, no blood on her, nothing." Scott thinks this over and realises Stiles must be right.

"We did see her didn't we-hey," he looks down at the gloves, "Are these yours?" he asks. They are Edmonton Oilers gloves, my team from home. Stiles takes one,

"No, but I know who I have seen them on." He says grabbing the other one, "common, lets go return them." HE walks over to my house. I close the curtain, and open the door. I put on some boots and make my way through the snow, Stiles and Scott are at my driveway,

"Aiden are these yours?" asks Stiles. HE hands them to me,

"Yeah, they are. Thanks," I say weakly, thinking these will never leave me. Always remind me of that night. I don't dare look up at them, knowing I won't be able to hold in my emotions.

"Yeah, the Oilers," he says, in his usual awkward tone, "who are they?" I whip my head up, astounded,

"The Oilers? The Edmonton Oilers? The Nuge, Hall, Eberle?" I say. Both of them shake their heads. I swear, "What do you guys watch down here? The Kings?" They both look confused. I start to freak, "It's hockey guys. The NHL." They both nod, figuring it out. Scott looks at his phone, and looks startled,

"Is it actually five o'clock? I'm late for work." He freaks, I just laugh,

"Just tell Deaton it was Aiden, he will let you off." He smiles confused but goes off, in the direction of the town. He is soon out of sight, when snow starts to fall from the sky again. I look up, I think Stiles does too, but I don't see. The snow falls on my face, my hair, and in my tea. I dump put my tea, sensing the hotness I seeked is gone from the mug.

Stiles is just standing there, looking awkward. I smile at him,

"So, I were you just too busy to walk me and Lydia down the road?" I ask, with a wink. HE shakes his head,

"Ah, well now I was actually. Scott-" he says. He stops talking and is speechless, "ah Scott. He needed some help." He says. I'm not convinced but I don't further the subject. He seems relieved,

"Okay then, well, I think I'm going to head back inside. Getting cold again." I say, shivering. He looks at me and nods,

"Yeah, okay. You looked cold before, too." He says and walks away. I watch after him, knowing he wants to help, but I can't. It just won't come out of my mouth.

"Stiles!" I yell after him. He looks back casually, "Thanks." I say. He frowns,

"For what?" he says quizzically. I walk back to the house,

"For careing." I say in my door way. Before I shut it, I smile, "Maybe, sometime, I'll reveal my past." And I close my door, making another cup of tea to warm my chilled hands.