"What do you mean I was dead?" I asked Melissa and my father as they explained what happened to me.
Stiles was here with Scott, Lydia, Liam, and Kira as well. All of us equally confused by how I could have come back to life with glowing blue eyes. Thankfully Stiles was able to calm me down enough to make them go back to normal.
"I mean you were dead. Your heart stopped beating for ten minutes straight and the doctor called time of death because we couldn't bring you back. That's why you woke up with a sheet over you. I checked a few times myself for a pulse, but you didn't have one." Melissa explained to me.
"Even Lydia knew you were dead. That's why we rushed over, but when we got here you were awake and yours eyes were.. Well you know." Stiles said as he took a piece of my hair in his fingers and played with it while he sat next to me.
"This doesn't make any sense. I should be dead." I said.
Everyone looked just as confused as I was apart from my dad, who looked like he knew something but he wasn't saying anything.
"Dad? Do you know what's going on?" I asked him.
He stared at me for a long moment before letting out a sigh.
"I don't know exactly, but I do know that a long time ago when you were a little girl your mother did something to you. We were at a lake and you wandered off... You fell into the water and by the time we found you you were almost dead. We tried bringing you back with CPR, but it wasn't working so your mother took over. There was something in that journal of hers that she used to do something to you. She drew that mark on your chest, the one that we always told you was a birth mark, and there was this white light then you were alive again. I didn't care how she did it at the time because I had my little girl back..." He said as he looked at me.
My hand automatically moved up to where I knew the strange marking was. I had always wondered what it was because it was too specific to be a birthmark. It looked like a symbol of some kind, but I could never figure out what it was and eventually I just gave up searching.
"It was fine for a while, but then you started to have these episodes where your eyes glowed or when you got really upset it would suddenly start storming. So your mother did this ritual type thing to keep it from happening... Sort of like binding your powers.. When you died it must have broke the seal and brought them back." He continued.
"Powers? What kind of powers?" I asked curiously.
"Remember the Andersens who used to live next door to us? Their dog, Rodie?" He asked.
"Yeah... I was playing outside when it got ran over.. The person who hit it just drove off without even making sure it was okay." I said, furrowing my eyebrows as the memory resurfaced.
*FLASHBACK*
"Daddy! Rodie got hit by a car!" I cried as I brought the little dog inside.
He was barely breathing at that point, most likely having broken ribs from the impact. I watched my father get up from his chair to examine the dog.
"We should get him to the vet. I'll get the keys." He said as he rushed off to grab them off the kitchen counter.
While he was gone I remembered looking down at the small dog, suddenly feeling like I could save him. Without thinking I put my hands on his body and the next thing I knew he was standing up on the table licking my face as if nothing was wrong.
*END FLASHBACK*
"When I came back from getting the keys your eyes were glowing bright blue. You also had this white light coming from your hands, almost like you were holding flashlights on your palms. The next thing I knew Rodie was standing up and moving around like he wasn't even hurt at all. We took him to the vet to see if he had any injuries, but he was completely healthy." My dad explained to me.
"So I healed him?" I asked, trying to remember what happened but it was all fuzzy to me. "I don't remember any of that."
"That's because you couldn't control it. There would be times when you would get so upset that it started storming when the forecast called for sunny skies. You didn't even realize what was happening so we had to seal them away in order for you to live a normal childhood." He said to me.
I nod slightly and walk over to the bathroom, looking in the mirror. I pulled the collar of my shirt down far enough to reveal the symbol that was still on my skin, but it was fading now. Stiles walked in behind me, wrapping his arms around my body to give me a little comfort.
"What's happening to me?" I whispered.
"We'll figure it out. I promise." He said softly as he turned me around so I could properly hug him.
My head fell onto his shoulder, eyes closing as I took in the warmth and comfort of his embrace. I trusted Stiles. If anyone could find out what's going on with me it would be him.
"Come on. Let's get you home." He said after a while, kissing my forehead before he took my hand and led me back out into the hospital room.
~.:o:.~
"There has to be something here. Did you have any luck with the symbol yet?" Lydia asked as we all sat in the library looking at different websites and books to try to figure out what was going on with me.
"No. I wouldn't even know what to search for." I groaned. "It could literally be anything."
Just as I was about to lose hope, Scott called Stiles and told him to have us all at the vet's office right away. We quickly packed up our things then rushed over to the animal hospital where Scott was waiting with his boss, Deaton, who apparently has helped them a lot in the past. Stiles had yet to catch me up on everything that had happened to them so far in Beacon Hills, but I got the basics down pretty quickly.
"May I see the symbol?" The older man asked right away when we walked in.
I nodded slightly, pulling off my hoodie since I had a tank top underneath and I let him look at it. Recognition flashes in his eyes and I feel a little more hopeful than I was when I walked in here.
"Interesting... And you said your eyes glowed a bright blue color? And you can heal things?" He asked me.
"Apparently, yeah. What does it mean? Do you know what I am?" I asked.
"This symbol on your chest is an ancient Enochian protection and sealing symbol. It's mean to keep angelic powers contained and protect the host from demonic power or possession." He explained.
"Wait... Angelic? Are you saying I'm an angel?" I asked, completely confused at this point and by the looks on everyone else's faces I could tell they were too. "How is that even possible?"
"A long time ago there was a war between good and evil, in this case angels and demons, and during that time one of the archangels was on the verge of death but to keep her power safe she used a young hunter to lock away her powers inside the human vessel so that when the time came for the battle to repeat itself in the future there would be someone powerful enough to fight of the demons. That same symbol was carved into the hunter's chest, just like yours, and the power passed on. I'm assuming that the hunter that was given this power is an ancestor of yours. Your mother must have been the previous one to hold the power and passed it on to you. Doing so would have made her more vulnerable to supernatural attacks."
"I remember that whenever she would accidentally cut her finger making dinner for us she never seemed to worried about it... then the next day the cut would be gone like it never happened... I always wondered, but..." I trailed off, unable to believe what I was hearing right now.
If what Deaton said was true then that meant my mother practically gave her life to save mine. She had been hunting all that time practically invincible, but the moment she passed it on to me she became an ordinary human like everyone else which made her vulnerable to the werewolf's attacks that finally took her life. My eyes watered a little as I thought about her, wishing she could be here with me to help me through this.
I felt Stiles wrap his arms around me, allowing him to pull me into a much needed hug. His warm embrace calmed me down before any real tears could fall and I was grateful to have him here.
"How can she learn to control it?" Stiles asked Deaton.
"I'm not sure, but I can get a hold of a few people who might know and get back to you. In the mean time your best bet would be to search for anything her mother might have left behind for her. Something powerful and dangerous like this wouldn't have just been passed down by ear. There has to be something she left. Like a letter or a journal of some sort. Something that only Charlie would know about... maybe in a place that only Charlie would think to look." He said.
I nodded, knowing I would have to go through all of her things in the basement to find what we needed. I wasn't too excited about taking a painful trip down memory lane right now, but I knew we had to do it. I had to get myself under control.
"Come on. How about we just go out for a while. Maybe see a movie or do something fun to get your mind off everything for a while." Stiles suggested.
"I don't know, Stiles... I don't know if I should be out in public right now." I said, scared that my eyes would go crazy again.
"You'll be fine. I'll be right there with you." He assured me. "Besides we still have to go on our first date."
He grinned at me, causing my cheeks to turn red at the thought. Since I woke up a week ago we hadn't really talked much about what he said to me when I was almost dying and curled up to him for warmth. I suppose now was as good a time as ever.
"Okay." I finally give in.
He smiled and kissed my cheek then pulled me back out to his jeep.
~.:o:.~
"Stiles, I suck at this game. Don't make me do it again." I whined up at him, pouting my lips as he just laughed at me.
"You do suck, but that's why I'm here to help you."
He had taken me to an arcade downtown, which started off being really fun until he brought me over to an old Donkey Kong game where I had to jump up different levels while trying to avoid the barrels that Kong was throwing down them. Each time I tried I died so I was about to give up until Stiles stuck another quarter in.
"Come on, it's not that hard. You just have to relax."
He put his arms on my shoulders as he stood behind me, shaking me a little which made me giggle.
"Okay I'm relaxed." I laughed and playfully swatted at his arm.
"Good. Now just follow my lead okay?" He told me.
I nodded then put my hands back on the controls. My right was holding the joy stick while my left middle finger hovered over the button I used to jump. Before the game could start I felt Stiles step closer to me, his hands slowly covering mine which caused my heart to race. I could practically feel his breath on my neck and his body was pressed against my back, causing my skin to burn even though two layers of clothes separated our skin. His hands moved mine as he focused on the screen, not realizing I had been too busy freaking out over how close he was.
With a small shake of my head I pushed my thoughts away, trying to focus on the game in front of me. I allowed him to do most of the work while I slowly got the hang of it, finally passing the first level that I had been trying so hard to beat.
"We did it!" I said excitedly as I turned to look at him.
As I did so our lips brushed, causing us both to gasp softly from the contact. My eyes locked with his as I felt his fingers slide between mine before gently squeezing my hands so they were held in his. Neither of us paid attention to the game that started on the next level, causing us to die right away but we didn't care.
I watched his gaze shift down to my lips, knowing right away that he was thinking about kissing me and I was all for it. He started leaning in and right as I was about to do the same I suddenly realized that it had gotten eerily quiet in the arcade. My head turned to look around the room, seeing that no one was in here anymore.
"Stiles..." I whispered, getting a bad feeling that something was going to happen. "I think we should leave."
Right before he could answer I looked back at him, seeing a random man holding one of the stools above his head like he was going to hit Stiles with it.
"Look out!" I quickly pulled him to the side, causing us both to fall to the ground as the man brought the stool down on the game and broke the screen.
"Run!" Stiles yelled, getting up and yanking me to my feet.
I jumped up with him, running through the rows of arcade games to get to the exit but another one blocked our way. Stiles held me protectively behind him as they cornered us.
"That was easy. Boss will be extremely happy to know we found the angel." One of them smirked, flashing his pitch black eyes at us.
My grip on the back of Stiles' shirt tightened at the sight, knowing right away that they weren't human.
"What are you?" Stiles asked, keeping me behind him. "Why do you want her?"
"That's none of your concern, kid. Now hand her over and we won't have to hurt you." The other demanded.
"No. You're not taking her." Stiles said firmly, trying to sound tough even though he was just as scared as I was.
The man chuckled and smirked, grabbing Stiles and throwing him a good few yards across the room. He hit the wall with a sickening thud and I gasped, wanting to run over and help him but they cornered me. I looked back at them, feeling my blood boil with anger and I could feel power growing with in me.
"You shouldn't have done that."