Thank you for the review! Here's chapter 6, the song is "Immortals" by: Fall Out Boy from Big Hero 6. Highly suggest that movie, it's the best animated movie that I have seen in years with good values, ideas, and the most accurate portryal of grief I've ever seen on the animated screen. Seriously, it's fantastic but without further ado...

Chapter 6: "Immortals"

"They say we are who we are

But we don't have to be.

I'm bad behavior but I do it in the best way.

I'll be the watcher (watcher) of the eternal flame.

I'll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams.

Oooooooh

I am the sand in the bottom half of your hourglass (glass, glass)

Oooooooh

I try to picture me without you but I can't

'Cause we could be immortals, immortals

Just not for long, for long.

And live with me forever now,

You pull the blackout curtains down

Just not for long, for long."

The bright colors and smells of the town assaulted Isaac's senses as he tried to take in all of Chinatown at once. His reverie for their location was interrupted by Allison's peal of laughter as she glanced over at his gaping jaw and wide eyes. "Overwhelmed much?" She teased with a smirk dancing across her features, the same kind of smirk that she had picked up from him over the past few months. "No." He bluffed with his lips forming a line as he glanced away forgetting that she had recently gotten more attuned to her heightened senses and was learning how to use them for practical things; things like knowing when people were lying. "So you're racing heart rate isn't because you're lying then?" The werewolf turned pink at that as he mumbled something unintelligible under his breath. "What was that hotshot?" Rolling his eyes at the nickname since it referred to his new found poor gunslinger skills, the werewolf restated what he'd muttered before. "Okay, maybe I was a little whelmed." When he admitted to what she already knew to be right, she grinned and pulled him forward through the iconic green roofed entrance and into San Francisco's historical and huge Chinatown district.

As a former San Fran citizen, Allison had spent more than her fair share of time in the Chinatown district when she lived in the city and knew the streets forwards and backwards. What surprised her was the fact that a Druid duo had been living under her father's nose for the year that she had lived there. When she had asked him about visiting the men, he had snorted at her idea that he couldn't catch them and mumbled something about a deal. Even before meeting Scott he had preferred to not kill if he could help it, a fact that had vexed her late mother, late aunt, and her dying grandfather to no end. "It's only a few more blocks ahead." She yelled back to where Isaac was still being dragged behind her, pulled along by their intertwined fingers. He nodded looking around wildly, he hadn't been allowed to go to the big city as a child and hadn't travelled much at all because of his father's controlling nature. "It's so big." The awed werewolf murmured aloud and Allison laughed as she slowed to grin back at him. His big gray-blue eyes sparkled with child-like innocent wonder at the sight before him and she couldn't help but turn a light pink at how adorable he looked. At that moment he wasn't being the strong werewolf, the joking best friend, the handsome boyfriend, the cocky lacrosse player, or the scarred abused boy, he was just a little kid again who still found amusement in the world around him and she loved him all the more for it.

At that moment, three emotionally loaded words nearly fell past her lips but she caught herself, it had only been a little over a month since she had come back from the dead and they had become official and she didn't want to startle him by going too fast. When one dies, everything becomes crystal clear and suddenly there is no need to wait but she wanted him to feel completely comfortable before she risked that next step. Instead she turned and gave him a chaste peck on the lips before tugging him along as she continued on with a smile on her lips as she heard his heart beat faster at the minimal contact. "Keeping up alright?" She teased him and she heard a light chuckle from him which she took to be an affirmative.

Finally they make it to an off the main route herb shop, most tourists seem to avoid it and only the locals seemed to recognize its effectiveness so it didn't have many customers at the moment which made it easier for Isaac and Allison to observe it from the outside without getting in the way. It was a fairly nondescript place for Chinatown, a dark building located on the corner of Waverly Place with a red awning and its name painted in Chinese characters with the English translation in small print underneath. "Seems safe enough." Isaac murmured glancing over at the more experienced huntress for confirmation. At her nod, the two sauntered nonchalantly across the street and towards the door. The second they started to cross the threshold and into the shop, however, both were shot backwards with identical yelps of surprise and discomfort at being flung into the street. "Mountain ash." They groaned simultaneously and weren't surprised to hear a friendly chuckle and a voice with a slight lilting accent greet them. "The whole building is made of it." Both supernatural teens gave each other exasperated looks as if to say that they should have expected this, "May we come in then? Deaton sent us." Allison said in the commanding voice that she had learned from her father. "Deaton, now that is a name I haven't heard in a while." The man mused before grinning and offering them both a hand, "Must be important then if he sent you to me directly. Welcome to my shop, my name is Dr. Zhào."

With his help the pair got up and stood in front of him eyeing the doorway carefully before stepping inside. Sighing with relief at not being flung backwards this time, Allison was the first to speak up for the pair of them, "I'm Allison and this is Isaac." Nodding at them both, Dr. Zhào led them to back of the shop nodding to his partner, whose name tag read Dr. Lǐ, who was busy working with a customer through a translator. When the fellow Druid nodded back, the good doctor opened a door that said "Employees Only" in both languages before following them inside. "So, what can I do for you today? Herbs are out of the question, Deaton was taught by us so there is no issue. Therefore, you must be here for advice." He went through this dialogue all while slowly sitting down behind his desk and stroking his long white moustache thoughtfully looking for all the world like the Chinese version of the great Sherlock Holmes in his older retirement years. At the sight of Dr. Zhào turning around to take care of what appeared to be a tiny water dragon that proceeded to spout watery steam at him, Isaac's jaw dropped in surprise, "Is the werewolf truly that surprised by the existence of other legends?" His jaw snapped closed in both indignation and confusion at that and Allison chuckled at his reaction. "Deaton did send us to ask for any information you had on the Fenghuang." That got a response from the herbal doctor who turned to look at her with one eyebrow nearly disappearing into his wispy hairline. "Did I hear you correctly when you said the Fenghuang?" At her nod, the doctor started muttering to himself as he leapt up from his chair, with surprising speed for someone his age, and moved towards his bookshelf pulling out tomes in a haphazard manner.

Dodging one book while catching another, Isaac placed the two books onto the desk while Allison caught another seconds before it would have hit her boyfriend in the head. "Found it!" The eccentric elderly man exclaimed as he carried an archaic looking volume over to the desk and promptly shoved the books the two teens had just stacked up onto the floor with about five landing directly on the werewolf's toes. Ignoring the teen's obvious whimper of pain, he blew the dust off the cover directly into the Beta's face turning his bronze curls a gray and earning a hacking cough of a growl in return. "There we are!" Allison scooted around the desk with a quick glance over to check that the increasingly more annoyed Isaac was okay, before peering down at the page that Dr. Zhào had turned to. It showed an image of a bird with fire on its wings, a rather funny looking bird if Allison was being honest with herself, since it had the features of many animals with the most prominent being the face of a small swallow, the back of a tortoise, and the hindquarters of a stag. "Terrifying, no?" The werewolf grumbled something along the lines of, "I'll give you terrifying." Ignoring his sarcasm and growing annoyance, Allison turned towards the doctor and nodded.

"They were known for being immortal and creatures of peace. Not one hair could they harm on any innocent animal but the evil demons of the world were another story." Allison nodded her head, this she already knew because Deaton was able to tell her this much. "The true creatures were not exactly as the Chinese liked to draw and portray them believe it or not. They were peaceful but were not immortal, they had extraordinary healing powers and lived for hundreds of years if given the chance. Why does this matter? Has Deaton found a Fenghuang?" The huntress shook her head at him before Isaac, who had cleared the dust away from his eyes so he could see making him look like a bandit who wore the wrong mask, spoke up, "Not exactly." Ignoring the werewolf, to the teen's annoyance, Dr. Zhào turned to Allison as she cleared her throat and launched into the explanation of her resurrection.

By the end of the tale all Dr. Zhào could manage was a, "Most interesting." As he paced around the room before turning to the huntress and, further ignored the werewolf, as he began to explain all that he knew that about human mergings with the Fenghuang. "Good news is that I don't believe that you will live forever. Longer than most humans, yes. Probably like this wolf here, you will have heightened sense and an ability to heal. Apparently you have already tapped into the internal fire aspect of the change. You aren't human anymore. You are huang, the female aspect of the Fenghuang and what the strongest of China's Empresses were." Allison grinned at the idea of being like an Empress while Isaac tried rolling the foreign name around on his tongue. "Huang." It was nice to have a name for what she had become and that gave her the strength to ask the next question that she so desperately needed answered, "How do I control it?" The doctor shook his head at her sadly as he moved around his desk and began replacing the books that had remained on his desk during his chaotic de-shelving. "There are no more huangs for you to ask, at least none known to me. Can you get those volumes for me? Honestly you werewolves are so messy." Isaac's growl reverberated around the small room as his eyes flashed yellow before he took a deep breath to calm himself as he began to pick up the five or so books that had found their way from the desk and onto his feet.

By the time the couple had gotten out the door, Isaac looked about ready to blow as the elderly man waved them off and Isaac muttered, "Good riddance." Allison ignored his annoyance as she was still lost in her own thoughts. There was no one alive who could help her to learn to control the huang that she had become. How was she to ensure that her hands didn't light up anything she touched or get caught up in the heat of the moment with Isaac and burn him or her eyes change colors in front of a bunch of students? Sensing her train of thought, Isaac grabbed her hand and pulled her around the bend into a quiet street so that he could ensure her full and undivided attention. "I'll teach you to control it, it's not that different from our wolf sides. Both Scott and I can help you." Isaac insisted earning a grateful but unsure smile from Allison, she trusted him but this was all so new and unknown to them both. What if she hurt him? "You won't hurt me." The wolf continued as he grabbed both her warm hands and squeezed them tight. "I'm not afraid of you burning me because I know you won't. I have faith in you." She took strength from his certainty and smiled up at him before giggling at what he added as he pulled her back onto the street and out of the Chinatown district. "Just don't make me go back there. That crazy old man had it out for me."

As the pair traveled further down the street, Dr. Zhào was joined by his fellow Druid, Dr. Lǐ, and the elderly herbalists watched the young couple disappear into the crowd of tourists. "Did you tell her about what could happen if she loses control?" Dr. Lǐ asked without looking over at Dr. Zhào who shook his head as they continued to stand in the threshold of their shop and watch the people pass by unbeknownst to the two supernaturals who had passed by their far more mortal selves. "That was not my Pandora's box to open." The herbalist explained as he turned to go inside and gestured for the younger Dr. Lǐ to follow. As the gray haired herbalist closed the door behind them, Dr. Zhào glanced back at his partner and stroked his white moustache thoughtfully before chuckling to himself, "Besides that werewolf boy she was with had quite the handle on his anger. I have no doubt that if anyone can help her control it, it will be him."

Hope you enjoyed that chapter, the next will be posted some time next week but in the mean time, as always, please read, enjoy, and review!