I am seriously spoiling you guys with all my updates, and I'm surprising myself by how fast I'm rolling these chapters out. Then again, I would rather write a story than study any day, I mean, who needs grades when you have werewolves and all that jazz? So once again, here we go! Hope you love it and I really hope you review!

Something was touching me, covering my cold, broken body. It felt nice, like being hugged by my mom, when she was healthy and dad didn't take any and all work shifts, and when I didn't know about the supernatural side to life. Ignorance is truly bliss. But something was wrong, I couldn't open my eyes, the pleasant warmth turned into suffocating heat, and I couldn't move, I couldn't get away.

When my eyes finally opened, I was looking at corpses, white bone, worms moving around eye sockets, hair falling out in clumps. And I thought the hippies smelled bad, they had nothing on death. It was a sticky sweetness; that coats the back of your throat and tongue, like a putrid floral perfume but with rotting meat thrown in the mix. I wanted to scream, to wiggle and escape but I couldn't. Was I dead, again? Gingerly I moved my eyes to survey the room, trying to catalog what I saw instead of panicking and breathing in the foul odor. Dead, skeleton, rotting, almost skeleton, stone walls, a flickering torch…It looks like a tiki torch but I know it wasn't. And I knew where I was, but I thought places like this were just myths. The ancient burial grounds of native Indians, the few that existed were excavated and the bones were put on displays in museums all around the world. And those that remained were off limits to all those who were not originally native to the land.

But then again, if this place was off limits then there wouldn't be a burning torch and I highly doubt that there would be any meat left on the bones of these people…so, logically, that means that someone found this place and thought that it would be best to use this place as a body dumbing ground, hiding the new people with the old, in plain sight…granted we were more than likely underground or in a cave, which counts as being underground and not many people come looking for dead people in a room of dead people…oh my god I died.

That's when I started to really panic, I knew there was no use, but I couldn't move, I was who knows were in the middle of a pond of dead people, and yes I said pond instead of sea because it has been used in one too many movies. And, I couldn't MOVE. What if I was just a head, a Stiles head, left to rot with the other things, never to be found. So I did the next best thing to having a panic attack, I closed my eyes and counted to three and opened them, nada, I did it three times hoping that the third time would be the charm, I mean I lived with fairytale creatures and I'm a living corpse so there has to be some rhyme or reason to the world of Grimm. Right? Ten more times didn't help, I was still there, in the darkness, or, flickering darkness, lost and scared out of my mind. What good are Fairy God Parents and God Mothers and all that junk when werewolves exist and they don't? I mean come on! I could really use a magical guardian or something to pop up now. Hello, anyone out there?

A brighter light flashed over my face causing me to wince, my eyes rolled in their sockets to escape the blinding but to still seek the source of it. It was jungle pit girl, awesome. The world just had it out for me didn't it? She dodged the nastier bits of the bodies and before I knew it she was upon me, not that I was looking, I had my eyes closed and acted as dead as possible. Her cold hand against my forehead almost made me open them, almost. Hot wax to the chest did the trick.

It was as if chains were released from my body because the next thing I know I'm sitting up straighter than a stick in the mud and she is sprawled out over a few of the less decomposed bodies. Ew. My hands pat my chest, eyes noted the puckered skin of the Y scar, legs were still attached, even my left one, oh thank the lord. Once all my body parts were where they should be I turned my attention to the woman who was dusting rotting flesh off her…pantaloons?

'I'm glad to see you breathing,' she stated, before putting her hands onto her lips and raising an eyebrow at me.

'Who are you,' I asked, unsure if I had to, would I be able to get up and retreat quickly.

'The better question is, what are you?' she countered. 'I saw that scar, I know that you were dead, doing a little digging revealed that you've been dead for a little over a year. What are you?'

I've been dead a year, my dad has been mourning me, the pack…well I doubt they would be celebrating because they would have to be doing all the research now but still…a whole year. I thought it was a few months, tops.

'You smell like an omega, you have the personality of an alpha and you have a spark of a coven, yet you have died. You do not make any sense in the natural world of humans.'

'Neither do you,' I countered.

She stared at me for a moment, then nodded her head and let out what I guess would be a long sigh. 'Fair enough,'

'What are you? Why did your friend latch onto me, then you all attack me? Where am I? What the hell is this place?' my hands fluttered through the questions so quickly I could tell she had trouble keeping up, but she didn't ask me to repeat anything.

'We do a trade,' she countered, 'question for question'

'Only if the question is fair and only if it doesn't put anyone in danger' I responded, hey, I was loyal to death and apparently after death as well.

She nodded her head in agreement before responding. 'My name is Natasha, as to why my friend as you called him latched on to you, you were something new, he is but a child and thought that you could make a new addition to the family.'

'Fair enough,' I responded, my mind whirling with more questions but I stomped them down, waiting for her to ask.

'Why are you alive,' she asked.

Wow, she really doesn't beat around the bush, I'm guessing that if she talked she would have a Russian or Romanian accent, something cool and hard core. 'I don't know, I just am.' I responded, knowing that that wasn't the answer she wanted but it was all that I have.

A nod of understanding, and I was off. 'What are you? You move and fight like nothing I've ever seen before.'

She faltered at this, pursing her lips carefully before replying. 'As you are accustomed to the supernatural world this should not surprise you but we are nymphs'

'Like tree and water nymphs and all that jazz without the fairy dust?'

'Yes,'

I must have given her a look because she countered with a raised eyebrow.

'Why are you traveling alone?'

'I died, then I was alive, where I come from that's not normal…And with a few family issues I decided that it would be best if I left.'

'Best for whom?'

I just shrugged, then I decided to get to the base of this situation. 'Why did you attack? And why am I here?'

She looked sheepish at this, and it took her two minutes before responding, if only I could start the jeopardy theme song.

'You are not of this nature, one of our young brought you to us and I feared that you did something to him, and he was under your control. After the fight and you were….unawares, he all but cried and told us that he was the one who found you, not the other way around.' She took a deep breath before continuing, though I don't know why, she wasn't talking she was signing, old habits I guess. 'I felt for you, when you were…unaware, but your mind fought back. You seized, and your heart stopped beating. We thought to give you a respectable human death, to lay you with your ancestors, I was coming back to give the final blessing, when you woke and swung, catching me unaware.'

'So you aren't hippies, or vampires willing to bleed me until I am nothing more than a mummified corpse?' I couldn't help but ask.

Her facial expression told me of her disgust at that thought, and her answer was the same.

'Do you wish to depart from this place of rest?' she inquired, before turning her head and inspected her backside once more for any…mush.

'Yes,' that was possibly the easiest thing I've ever had to agree to. Then the slightly nosier side of me popped in and I asked, 'how do you know sign language? You are of nature, and sign language is of human origins.'

She seemed amused at that question. 'Humans, no matter how inbred, are products of nature. Whatever they learn, be it technology or a language, we are able to understand it.'

'oh' Well didn't I feel stupid.

She smiled at me, before holding out a hand, gingerly I accepted her help and slowly on my way out of…where ever it is that I was at.

'Why are there newer corpses?' I asked, after patting her on the shoulder to make sure I had her attention.

'It is a place of rest, only those who are worthy of rest within both realms are allowed here. If their bodies are not put to rest on such sacred ground then they would be forced to wonder, much like your case.'

I didn't ask her anything after that, because if some hoodo-voodo ancient Nymph magic resting place couldn't keep me dead then what could? I blame global warming.

A few near face plants and a scraped elbow later, I did not want to think about how many germs and other things were thriving in the muck, oh nasty, I limped along. Until we came to a dead end, literally. There was a giant wall of skeletons, like what you would see in an old Indiana Jones movie, or a horror film, I gave my guide a sideways glance, really hoping that she hadn't gotten us lost. But then I realized that she was actually talking aloud, and I was sourly tempted to add,

'Hello, deaf person here, speak with your hands,' but I was a good kid and refrained from doing so, barely.

Attention back to the massive mound of skulls and bones, only to see that there was a rather rotten corpse emerging from the bones. There just needed to be creepy music and then this place would be set for a scary movie. Instead I just wearily watched as the woman, Natasha, talk to the bone guy. He was dressed in, what was more than likely, authentic Indian garb, but over the tunic, there was a confederate coat covering…holes. But when he walked the clothes moved and I was able to see the white of ribs and the rotting organs inside, which were slowly, oozing out from what I guess would be bayonet cuts.

His jaw was pretty much a naked mandible, more than likely his teeth clicked together, and I was slightly amazed, if not a little grossed out, for there were only a few tendons allowing him to move his jaw. It reminded me of Two-Face: Harvey Dent, but in a more extreme sense. The smell coming from him was nearly suffocating, and I resisted the urge to hold my nose. Without lips, I was unable to read his side of the conversation. I don't even want to know how he was able to talk. Eventually, time moved slower than a chocolate snail melting in the heat of Alaska, they were done and Natasha motioned me forward. My nose hated me.

"You are from the divided world." Came a voice booming into my head.

I am pretty sure I lost ten manly points for I squeaked from surprise, but I attempted to gain my composure before I did something even less manly.

'How are you…' I signed in a flourish, really wishing this would be happening with someone less creepy, or not at all.

"You have died, twice, thus you are able to hear my words without the trivial actions of speech."

'Do you know why I am still alive?'

'You need not gesture, simply think the thoughts towards me, like you once did in speech and I will receive. And, as to why you are alive, it seems as if death is simply a defense mechanism for you.'

'Like I'm a possum? But I actually die and they just pee on themselves to give the smell of death.'

He smiled then, at least I think it was a he, silent speaking and weird clothes really make it difficult to distinguish what gender a person is. Or was he frowning, it was so hard to tell when they didn't have cheeks, or facial…anything.

'You have a very crude grasp on the world but essentially yes, you are like a possum."

There wasn't much to be said or thought after that, he motioned for us to follow him and unfortunately he moved back through the skulls, Natasha followed easily. I had to give myself a little pep talk; I mean who wouldn't have to? You're about to walk through a pile of dead people…at least I hope they are all dead…because if not then that would just be awkward. A deep breath, then I coughed until tears ran down my face, note to self, don't take deep breaths while being surrounded by death, might just kill you. So, I walked through it, granted I closed my eyes, plugged my nose, and cringed, praying that there wouldn't be a grabby hand somewhere in the mix of bones. Why couldn't they just be hippies on a retreat?

That is where I now leave you, I may or may not be able to post anything else this week, if I don't please don't be too grumpy, I have a few tests I really need to study for but this story was in my head so I had to write it before it escaped. Hope you like it! Keep all the love and the reviews coming! Until next time, stay awesome!