Something's Different

I opened my eyes after finishing my trip down memory lane and ran a cold hand through my hair. 'Why are my hands so cold?' I asked myself silently. I looked down at my hands and saw them pale and bloodied, I blinked several times; the image never changing. I looked around finding myself outside the high school. I stopped when I saw Scott, Lydia, Stiles, and Alison. I walked over to them confused, I placed a hand on Stiles' shoulder and he jumped. I held up my hands but he looked around, unable to see me. I opened my eyes waking up from what felt like a trance. I shook it off and got ready for school, pulling on a pair of skinny ripped jeans and a Chevelle tee shirt. I got school and opened my locker next to Ethan's, I smiled and Aiden looked tense when I pulled something from my bag.

"Here," I forced the box into his hand.

Aiden looked at me as Ethan opened it, blinking hard. They looked at me confused and I nodded shutting my locker.

"Thank you," I muttered walking away.

"Why is she giving you our mother's necklace?" I overheard Aiden ask bitterly.

"I did her a favor, now lay off."

I grinned and pushed hair from my face, as his footsteps neared.

"Why?" Aiden seethed.

"Why do you care?" I emphasized the words 'you' and 'care'.

Aiden dropped the subject.

I was walking down the hall when I saw Ana writing something on my locker in sharpie. I ran over to it and saw the words 'whore' written in large letters on my locker. I looked around the empty hall and started to do a reversal spell, making the letters invisible.

I didn't see Aiden again until we were trying to keep him from killing Cora. He stood with his fangs beared struggling against Ethan and Scott's grips when I came from behind the lockers.

"Stop!" I roared, causing him to change back with a look of pain on his face.

My eyes shifted back from red and remembered the last time that much pain crossed his face. I began to feel pity but pushed it aside and walked out not looking back. I leaned against a wall putting my head in my hands. 'Why was all this being resurfaced?' my thoughts were interrupted by my body going airborne. I slammed against the wall at the end of the hall, yelping in pain. My ribs shifted and my spine twisted under the stress. I stood and looked around, then returning to the locker room coughing up blood. The splat of my blood hit the tile and I wiped my mouth trying to stand up straight. Lydia tried to help me but I pushed her away, standing tall.

I wiped my mouth again and walked to class.

I sat listening to Ms. Blake explain idioms, glancing at me like I was about to explode. I reached down pretending to scratch my leg and felt for my knives, realizing their absence I gripped my pencil so hard it broke. Some heads turned but I ignored them trying to labor my breathing.

"May I be excused?" I asked through my teeth.

"Yes," Ms. Blake said confusion in her voice.

I stood, grabbing everything and running out of the classroom. I hurried down the hall, stopping at my locker, opening it trying to find my knives. Isaac's footsteps followed close to mine and he grabbed my arm, causing me to turn to him.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, just tired," I lied, controlling my heartbeat.

I turned and shut my locker heading home, not wanting to stay for the rest of the day. I flopped down on my bed and screamed into my pillow, wishing that I had the ruthlessness that it would take to kill Aiden. My phone buzzed and I picked it up seeing that Stiles was calling. "Ugh!" I yelled.

"Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Luna, I need you," Stiles rushed.

My face went hard, "Why?"

"Something is happening."

"I'll be right there."

"Thank you."

I stood watching the concert, when the door opened I turned and saw Isaac and Alison. Isaac looked at me hard and I turned back to the concert, I saw Aiden watching me intently out of the corner of my eye.

All of a sudden I heard a shriek and I covered my ears, but as soon as it ended, I ran out. I reached the classroom when Scott and Ms. Blake were fighting. I let out a roar, trying to move, I found myself stuck in place. I banged my hands against the invisible wall, but it dropped sending me face first to the floor. I ran over to Stiles and pulled him into a hug, knowing that this was really hard for him.

I looked over to see Isaac and Ana watching me holding Stiles, and he looked angrier than I'd ever seen him. I pulled away, still rubbing his back and ignoring Isaac shooting daggers with his eyes.

"I told you, she's a slut," Ana grinned walking out.

"That little bitch," I muttered. I walked over to the window touching the jagged class, intentionally cutting my self. I made a compass with the blood on the shelf next to the window.

"Arta falun estan, deroon cheena ratoor," I repeated three times and the compass began to glow as it disappeared.

I gasped seeing the Darach with Sheriff Stilinski, in a place that I could barely see. I flipped a desk, frustrated that my magic was being so limited.

"Dammit!" they all looked at me when the spell showed nothing of use.

I rubbed my jaw and paced back and forth. They watched me blankly as mumbled to myself, trying to put it together.

"Lu, come on lets get home and regroup," Stiles placed a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded and we all went to my house.

"What if the place I saw was a warehouse?" I said as I sketched the inside of the building.

"It looks like the warehouse where Jackson turned into a werewolf," Isaac pointed out staring intently at me.

I tapped my pencil against the table and thought hard until the door bell rang.

"I'll get it," I muttered in frustration.

Opening the front door my breath caught.

"Hello Luna," Aiden smirked, "May I come in?"

"No," I answered coldly slamming the door.

He caught the door and stepped close to me.

"Is there a problem?" Isaac seethed.

"Not at all," Aiden said unfazed.

I glared at him and pushed him hard out the front door and screamed, "Stay the hell out of my house!" slamming it behind me. I exhaled sharply and turned to see my friends staring at me, when they all nodded in approval.

Brushing past them into the kitchen, I grabbed a Mike's hard lemonade. Cracking it open, with my teeth, I took a swig and said, "Lets get to work!"

Stiles looked between me and Isaac, but said nothing.