Hello all of my lovely readers! Here's chapter eleven! But before you begin reading, please read this A/N! I'm having some writers block lately, especially on where this story should go! If anyone has any ideas, I'd love to hear them! So please, PM me with your suggestions, so I can get this story really moving somewhere! (:

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"What do you mean you were possessed?" Aiden asked as we talked to Ethan over the phone.

"I don't know," Ethan responded, frustrated by being so out of control of his body. "We were at the motel and all the werewolves started having hallucinations that made us want to commit suicide. That's all I know."

"Where's Isaac?" I asked, worried that someone may have happened to him. I knew exactly what he would hallucinate about: his father. And with a past that haunting, I had no doubts he'd be easily driven over the edge.

I heard Ethan sigh on the other end of the call, "He's fine. He's sitting next to me as we speak."

"Anyway, back to what's important," Aiden interjected, knowing Isaac could hear him. "Tell us everything you do know from last night."

"Not much. I was with Danny when my body started doing …weird... things."

"Okay, we don't need to know those details," Aiden cut in again.

Ethan sighed again, "Not like that, you hormonal idiot. I mean, my spine was like …separating, then when I went to the bathroom, there was …something…in my stomach. A face, actually. Next thing I knew, Stiles was face down on the floor with a dying chainsaw right next to his face. Apparently I tried to cut the face out of myself, but Lydia and Stiles were already two steps ahead and knew what was happening."

"And Isaac?" I asked, Aiden turning to me with his eyes narrowed.

"Lydia found him hiding under his bed," Ethan responded and Aiden started laughing.

"I guess there really are monsters under the bed," Aiden said, laughing at his own lame joke. Now it was my turn to narrow my eyes at him.

"He had a flashback to an argument with his dad and hallucinated that he was locked in the freezer, that's why he was under the bed," Ethan continued.

"Well, why wasn't he trying to kill himself?" I asked because obviously crouching under a bed wasn't a form of suicide.

"I have no idea. Maybe Lydia found him before he could?" I nodded my head even though he couldn't see me. I guess that was possible. Suddenly I heard that absurd coach yelling Stiles' last name in the background. I would say it sounded out of the ordinary, but truly it didn't. That coach was always screaming at someone. "Listen, I gotta go. Danny's coming over. I'll see you when we get home." The phone clicked off before we could tell him to try to find out more.

"So we still have a couple hours before they get home, wanna go for round two?" Aiden proposed, giving me a cheeky grin and an exaggerated wink.

"Your brother and our pack mate just tried to kill themselves and you're thinking about sex?" I asked incredulously while shoving him away.

"Ugh. Must you have good morals?" I couldn't help laugh at the irony of that statement.

"The girl who seduces, kills, and eats people now has good morals? What has this world come to?"


The next few hours passed by pretty quickly while we waited for Ethan and Isaac to get home. Aiden and I watched one of the Twilight saga movies, not really sure which one, and made fun of the hilariously ridiculous portrayal of supernatural beings. He critiqued the werewolves for their random transformation at adolescence-apparently you're either born one right away or turned, it has nothing to do with puberty; and since Aiden had never encountered any vampires, I was the only cracking jokes about them, which was unsettlingly easy. I mean, glittering in sunlight? Really?

Finally, the two werewolves came bursting through the door with anger written all over their faces. Ethan also had drying blood dripping down his chin and a black eye that was beginning its healing process. Well, at least Isaac didn't have any visible damage.

"What happened?!" Aiden demanded as he shot up from his spot on the couch.

"Cora," I stated, my natural instinct to read minds taking over. Ethan nodded his head.

"We were at my locker so I could get my jacket when she came out of nowhere, obviously pissed about us stealing Isaac," Ethan explained while Isaac stared at the floor. He thought it was his fault and he was scared of what would happen. He still doesn't trust us apparently. "It looks worse than it actually is. She got her punches and I got mine," Ethan continued, a grin spreading on his face.

"You see?! I knew bringing him into the pack would just create more drama for us!" Aiden shouted, pointing his finger at Isaac.

"Aiden! We would have drama with or without him!" I yelled back at the fuming twin before grabbing Isaac and walking out of the apartment with him in tow.

We walked for a little bit, not really having a destination in mind. Isaac told me all about his hallucination as if he were reliving it for the third time. His dad was livid about some stupid hammer or wrench or something. I couldn't believe how ridiculous his father had been. I could feel the fear pouring out of every inch of his body. As I reached out to grab his hand in a comforting gesture, he jerked away quickly as if expecting me to rip it off. He realized his response though and smiled slightly in embarrassment I think it was. This time, he let me hold his hand as we walked back to the apartment. Hopefully Aiden would be calmed down by now.


The rest of the evening, Isaac and I laid in his bed watching old animated movies from our childhood days. We didn't really talk much, but it was a nice silence. A comforting one. I could tell he'd been overwhelmed the past few days from the pack switch, the motel, and now Cora's little stunt. He needed this more than me, at least that's what I told myself.

"You really like this movie?" Alex asked, laughing in disbelief. I giggled along with him as I fell back against his chest, molding into every angle of his body.

"Of course! Beauty and the Beast is a classic! I cry every single time!"

"Isn't this for like ...five year olds though?" he joked, looking down to catch my reaction.

"No!" I exclaimed, playfully shoving him. "I mean, maybe the cartoon-ness of it, but the storyline is what I really love." Alex looked down at me with the heaviest warmth in his eyes. He was the vision of perfection in that moment. His black hair shining, even though it was dimly lit in the room. His rose pink lips pulled back into a smile while his perfectly white teeth shined in the blue light of the TV screen. His blue-grey eyes gleaming down at me, filled with absolute love and adoration. "I also love it because it kind of reminds me of us…" I admitted as an afterthought.

"How so?" he asked curiously.

"Well, you know. I mean, you know about me, about what I am. I'm the monster and you're the one whose love brings me back every time. You're the beauty," I explained, blushing at my confession.

He looped his finger underneath my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking into his eyes. They were still filled with all the love from before. "You're no beast," he said sternly before bringing his lips down to meet mine in a reassuring kiss. "You're an unexplainable beauty."

Suddenly, I was brought out of my crushing memory by Isaac's head leaning against my shoulder. He had fallen asleep and looked unbelievably peaceful. I smiled down at him as I took in his features. His blue eyes were always intoxicating to look at, but even with his eyes closed, his face still drew me in. His pale skin was illuminated by the glow of the TV. His hair ruffled from how he was leaning on the pillow during the movies. His rose lips were pursed yet relaxed. Pale skin, messy hair, rose lips. Just like Alex.

I shook my head at the thought, trying to force the image away. I carefully scooted out from my spot on the bed, replacing my shoulder with a pillow for Isaac to lean on. He stirred a little, but didn't wake up. I turned off the TV and slowly shut the door behind me, leaning against it for a minute to try to will the memory of Alex away again.

"How is he?" I probably jumped about a mile high, not knowing anyone was still awake.

"Ethan!" I whisper-shouted. "You scared the hell out me!" He smiled down at me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Sorry, B."

"It's fine. He's fine too," I responded. Ethan nodded his head and started to walk away but turned around.

"Oh, and Deucalion wants to see you," he said, concern written on his face. I knew him and Aiden didn't like my confidential meetings with Deuc, but I was under orders to not tell them anything. I nodded my head in understanding and ran my hand through my hair. I really didn't feel like dealing with the head alpha tonight, but I knew I had to nonetheless.


"Ethan said you wanted to see me?" I asked as I walked into his makeshift office room. He really didn't need an office, but I guess he just wanted his own space other than his room.

"Yes, my dear, take a seat," he said, motioning to the leather chair in front of him. "How is our new beta doing?"

"He's okay. I mean, I guess he's still adjusting to the new pack, and it would help if everyone was more welcoming of him, but other than that, he's doing okay."

"Well we can't expect a pack of alphas who earned their spot to just welcome a beta in with open arms, now can we?" I narrowed my eyes instinctively, not knowing exactly where he was going with this.

"What do you want him to do?" I asked, knowing he'd tell me whether I asked or not though.

"Well, I want him to do what all the others do. Earn his spot. Rise to the standard this pack holds," Deucalion responded with a 'duh' tone in his voice. Now I definitely didn't like where this was going.

"I thought you just wanted him in the pack? That's what you told me when we made our plan to lure him in."

"Well, yes, I do want him in the pack, which he technically is."

"Technically?" I repeated, not trying to hide any of my anger or suspicion.

"Indeed. Technically. Yes, he is considered a member of the pack, but he isn't accepted as one. The bond isn't there, and that's because the rest of the pack resents him. He isn't up to our standard yet, but I have a feeling with a little encouragement from you, my dear, he will have no problem rising to that high standard. Or even higher."

"What do you mean higher?" I questioned, my curiosity peaked.

"What happened at the motel to the wolves, Blair?" I thought about it for a minute. Where was he going with this?

"They had hallucinations and attempted suicide," I stated in reply, although a questioning tone was evident in my voice.

"All of them?" he asked with a grin forming on his face as I thought about it.

"Isaac…he was the only one who didn't try to kill himself…" I voiced out loud although I was really only saying it to myself.

"And why do you think that is, Blair?" I shook my head, confused by his question. How was I supposed to know? He must have sensed my confusion because he started explaining further. "When someone commits suicide, what are they feeling?"

God, I had known the answer to this all too well. Over the years, the other sirens I traveled with either loved the power or hated it. They either became engulfed in the superiority the power gave you or they resented it and wanted an out. The only out being death.

"Alone. Hopeless. Out of control of their own body and mind," I responded absentmindedly.

"Now, does our little Isaac fit those categories?"

"Yes…" I responded after thinking about it for a few seconds. Now I was absolutely lost on where he was going with this.

"So now the question is why wasn't he holding a knife to his throat when little miss Lydia found him?" I shook my head, not wanting to picture it, but also not knowing the answer that he was looking for. "Blair, are you aware of what happened with Scott at the motel?" No, I actually wasn't. I shook my head and he continued. "He was drenched with gasoline and holding a flare when his makeshift pack found him. He was rambling about being a nobody, having no hope, taking control and becoming a nobody once again." Alone. Hopeless. Out of control. "Luckily for him, Mr. Stilinski was able to bring him back. Make him feel less alone, less hopeless."

"What does this have to do with Isaac?" I asked, not really understanding.

He grinned at my lack of understanding. "Does Mr. Lahey have a Stiles to his Scott? Perhaps a Blair to his Isaac?" I shook my head, not believing the idea that he was proposing. "Think about it, Blair. You were able to lure him to our pack somehow, how was it again?"

By making him feel less alone…By giving him hope of a better life…By making him feel like he has control of the decision affecting his life…

"Ah, I see you understand now," I heard Deuc say in a pleased tone. "His father may have always been his anchor, but I have a reliable feeling that has now changed."

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