"It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace." ~ Samantha
Chapter 10 – Visionary
"Deucalion may have lost his eyes but he wasn't always blind." Gerard's voice cut short all thought between Allison and Scott.
"Infact," Gerard drawled out, glancing at his granddaughter Allison and then resting on Scott.
"He lost his sight to save one that he loved very dearly from death's door."
Scott's doe brown eyes narrowed, his temporary confusion turned into clarity.
"Samantha."
"They took her!" Alana sobbed into Marco's arms, her tears soaking her face and her frail figure trembling as her sobs racked her body. Deucalion was in no more preponderant shape, he wasn't crying but his fists were clenched so tight his claws were embedded within the palm of his hands, the scent of metallic blood tainting the air. The tension in the distillery was becoming most unbearable, Ennis's controlled rage was to breaking point and the fact Talia hadn't arrived yet exacerbated things.
"You see it? They dragged him here, an arrow in his throat and they hung him and cut him in half, while your precious Samantha was probably being beaten by them." He gestured to the frayed rope hanging from the ceiling of the distillery and the minuscule pool of blood just three metres from the rope. Kali, who was quiet before, stepped forward and snarled out.
"Why should I care about one of your pack?"
One of her Betas quickly reprimanded Kali saying that the Argents don't care which Beta comes from which Pack, just that which is a werewolf and which isn't.
"That's not true. They kidnapped my daughter! For whatever twisted reason those hunters want her for!" Alana screamed, before once more succumbing to the sobs. Her eyes stared at Deucalion pleadingly, his own eyes tearing up to see his ward in pain.
"The hunters do have some discern motive," Deucalion murmured. Marco who heard nodded and added quickly.
"Your Beta was young, naïve and killed one of their own."
Ennis's roared in vexation, his Alpha red ocular perceivers flashing as he clicked out his sharp claws.
"But what I don't get is why they would kidnap an ordinary eleven year old girl? What is the point of that?" Marco pointed out. Duke glanced at Alana, curious as well to that question but Alana remained oblivious of Marco's questioning.
"What I don't get…" Ennis trailed off before continuing. "-is why a human is here when this is clearly a werewolf issue? For all we know, this could be a sick and twisted hunter trap laid out to take down all our packs? Who the hell are you and what business do you have, you human whore-"
Ennis was never able to culminate his verbal expression as a scraping of metal was auricularly discerned from outside the distillery. As the door opened, the source of the noise was none other than a battered, wounded Samantha.
"Why would you kidnap a child?" Allison asked. Gerard grinned manically.
"Do you have any idea what Samantha is?" Gerard retorted.
Scott and Allison shook their head sadly.
"Samantha is a….complex individual. She was powerful, more powerful than any werewolf. But at a price of her mind."
Allison cut off Gerard, her brown eyes widened in shock.
"What do you mean her mind?" Scott clenched his fists, recalling flashbacks of Samantha's coldness.
Gerard sighed. "When Samantha had the accident, she was taken to Quake for 'violent episodes of severe DID' also know as dissociative identity disorder. This personality of 'Samantha' locked the other personality 'Sammy' within her own mind and it was that decision that saved her life. That persona is there to protect. All her anger, cruelty and the pain that she has experienced was repressed within the prison that Sammy is locked away in. The incredibly intense emotions that Samantha endures is repressed and absorbed into the other persona hence the 'black eyes'."
Scott stared staring off in space, deep in thought while Allison started playing with strands of her hair.
"So when Samantha feels emotion, the other takes it in." Allison pondered; her chocolate brown eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Which begs the question, what is the persona of the blue eyes?"
Xxxx
"Sammy!" Alana cried out at her daughter's bloodied form, smears of blood covering her arms, legs and some parts of her face. Her red hair had darkened into a reddish black and her white dress was now painted red with bloody handprints and some type of slashing blood splatters. Her left hand was still dripping blood onto the floor and a small blade in her right.
"Sammy…" Alana started, her fear turned into panic as Samantha was looking down at her bloodied dress. "Sweetie, look at me….Sammy?"
As Samantha rose her head, her mother gasped at the sapphire hue of her daughter's eyes. The molten silver had vanished and superseded with an expressionless face, like a mannequin. Alana gulped and glanced back at Duke, his own hazel eyes glistening with discombobulation. As she turned to Samantha again, Sammy eye colour faded into the familiar molten silver and tears commenced streaming down her face.
"Mummy?" Samantha sobbed as Alana ran to her daughter, scooping her daughter in her arms and holding Sam to her chest. As anon as Alana let go of her daughter, Sam ran into Duke's arms, trembling and whimpered out.
"I s-scar-ed. I was s-so af-r-aid." Duke tightened his grip of Samantha, palliated that she still alive. Ennis looked as though he wanted to throw up, irked at the fact that that kid in particular was not Duke's daughter but his goddaughter.
"This is so sickening." Kali drawled, her impatience getting the best of her. She hated kids and she especially hated that brat.
Samantha ceased crying and straightened up, pulling herself out of her godfather's arms and look towards the doors she had appeared from.
"She's coming." Samantha whispered out and was followed by a wolf howl. A thudding of wolf paws with sleek ebony fur barrelled towards the distillery.
Xxxx
"I don't know anything anymore." Samantha said, staring off into space. Samantha's red hair being plated by a brunette woman. She had ravenous black hair and hazel eyes, though while she did look like she was her mid -20's. Her stature, posture and eyes suggested anything but.
The brunette chuckled.
"When do we ever know anything? It's just in our nature for us to know everything." Samantha smirked, her hands clenched around her own triskele necklace.
"It happened again. Deucalion. Kali. The twins. Everyone..." The brunette sighed, her hazel eyes twinkling in disappointment.
"You really are an idiot." Samantha leaned back, consummately at ease in the cryptic woman's embrace.
"I can feel the pain now, it's coming back. Drawing me in like a moth to flame, I don't know if I want to become one with her again. She isn't what she use to be. She's…changed." Samantha turned to the hazel eyed woman, the said woman who merely smiled back to Sam.
"You were just a child, you were naive to the cruel reality. There is no stopping it, but you'll learn, that there is beauty in all this cruelty, good within this evil, you just need to find it yourself. Just like you will learn, just like I learned."
Samantha furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine." Samantha recited, causing the woman to snicker.
"I'm really proud of you Samantha, we are too few in number."
Samantha retorted. "You know Hrafn, you are my ancestor."
"You have always been the one for dramatics."
Samantha snorted.
"What can I do?"
"We aren't evil if that's what you mean. We're the grey area, I suppose. We can sense power and be influenced by its energy. However we are practically extinct, mostly because we are more likely drawn to negative energy, chaos and mayhem. Drawn to the energy of something like-"
Samantha culminated off the sentence. "-the Darach."
Hrafn nodded.
"What you did to Kali. To those twin boys. Those blackouts are only the beginning," She drawled before continuing. "-soon the Changing will be upon you and even then the way you are going. Sammy may not be able to ever be that little girl again."
"Can I control it?" Samantha asked, biting her lip in curiosity. The brunette tilted her head in sadness.
"The Changing? On the last light of your 18th birthday, you will be fighting over that body like a pack of rabid wolves. If it isn't resolved soon, that body will burn up and the last thing this town needs is to deal with another monster running rampant."
Samantha looked down to her necklace.
"One of my children, had a similar problem. She had created a soul binding with her human lover, kind of like your bond with the werewolf. Derek Hale, wasn't it?"
Samantha fidgeted with her hands before revealing what she'd done the night before.
"I bit Derek last night."
Hrafn's eyes widened.
"You, bit the man who you share a bond with." Samantha nodded her head, keeping her eyes down as she knew what the woman would do next.
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN NOW!?" She yelled, her voice become murderous as she was now standing, looming over Samantha. Samantha once again nodded.
"This is bad, that marker can draw them here! They will come here for you, for Scott, for Derek, the Banshee, everyone! I can't protect you if you are found." Hrafn then groaned dejectedly, walking herself to stand before Samantha's wall of posters.
"What are the blue eyes Hrafn?"
She then turned back towards Samantha, whose hazel eyes that was filled with fury dissipated.
"You know I can't tell you. Let's just fix the bond, okay?" She changed the topic to which Samantha accepted the fact she will find out regardless, visually examining the purple flower being twirled around in the brunette's hand; Wolfsbane.
Xxxx
Scott knocked on the door to Samantha's house, the ebony door creaked as the familiar red head opened the door. "Derek's sick because of you." Scott accused. Samantha nodded in response as Scott continued. "The Darach, the Alpha Pack is still looming over our heads and we don't know if Derek is dying right now!"
Samantha slowly raised her head to meet with those chocolate brown eyes. She grabbed his hand to place something cool, smooth in his palm. When she retracted her hand, Scott visually perceived a minuscule vial that had some type of blackish purple substance inside.
"Give Derek the vial, he needs to drink it and then it'll cure the bite."
Samantha went to close the door but stopped when Scott groaned.
"What are you? You killed Boyd. The Alpha Pack thinks you are the threat and no one else needs to be kille-"
"Do you know why we can't walk through mirrors Scott?"
"W...What?"
"What if the reason why we can't walk through the mirror is because our reflection blocks us? What if it just protects us? What if it knows that the other side is horrifying and painful and it is trying to keep us from not crossing over? You may be on the other side of the mirror but maybe actually you are protected by the reflection. I am the reflection in the mirror Scott; I am the mirror protecting you from crossing over into darkness."
Samantha shakes her head in disagreement.
"Sometimes the monster that lurks within us is under control, silently waiting for that slip. I am a monster Scott. I am THE monster."
