Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-brow'd night,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.
"Okay, I'm taking Lydia home and then I'll be there." Allison told me. I chewed on my lip and nodded, even though I knew she couldn't see me as I closed the door to my dad's car and then walked into the house.
"Emma, can you come in here please?" I heard my mother request from the kitchen. I sighed and told Allison that I had to go.
"Be careful, Em." Allison warned just before I hung up the call.
I walked into the kitchen and raised an eyebrow at my parents. Both of them were sitting at the island together on bar stools and faced towards the doorway that I had just walked through. My mother was clutching a mug in her hands so tightly that I could see her knuckles turning white. I stepped forward and over to the other side of the island.
"Where've you been?" my dad asked me casually. I knew just as well as he did that the next thing I was going to say would be important to all of us.
"At Lydia's." I replied, glancing between my parents. "We were studying for the Economics midterm tomorrow." I told them while crossing my arms over my abdomen and clutching my jacket closer to myself. "Speaking of which, I should probably head to bed." I smiled. "I want to be well rested."
I turned to leave the kitchen and only got to the corner of the counter before my father's voice stopped me.
"Before you go!" I turned to look at him, but didn't move from where I was standing. "Your mother and I have something important to tell you." He hesitated to finish, glancing over at my mother as if asking her to tell me instead.
I nodded for him to continue, but was forced to wait a few moments while the two of them had a silent conversation with their eyes. I sighed and leaned against the counter. I could feel my phone vibrating from my back pocket and knew it was probably pretty important if someone was calling me this late.
"We're moving back to San Francisco." My mother finally said while turning from glaring at my father to smiling bashfully at me.
I froze and stood up straight, no longer leaning against the counter for support. Weeks ago, when we'd first come to Beacon Hills if my parents had told me we were going back to San Francisco, I would've been thrilled. Things had changed, though. Things had drastically changed.
My mother started babbling happily about how I would get to go back to school with all of my friends and how we'd move back into the old house. We would no longer have to be living with the rest of the family and I could have my own bathroom again.
"Oh and it's not one-hundred percent, but your dad and I have been talking, and…" my mom smiled. "We think it's time you got your own car!" she beamed at me.
I only stared back at her in silence. My mom's smile slowly turned into a confused frown. She didn't understand why I wasn't happier about this news. I turned to stare at my dad, who only stared back at me. My father was supposed to always be on my side, he always had been. Why was he not able to see that moving again was the last thing I wanted to do?
"Can I go now?" I asked them, looking down at my shoes and refusing to make eye contact with my very confused parents.
"Of course, sweetheart." My mother didn't finish her sentence before I was out of the kitchen and making my way up the stairs.
I could hear them talking quietly from the kitchen, wondering what was wrong with me. I couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with me too as I closed the door to my room and leaned against it. I slowly slid down and sat on the floor with my back against the door. I stared at the room in front of me and made sure to take in everything.
This room felt more like home than San Francisco ever had. Everything in San Francisco was so big, so crazy. Sure, Beacon Hills had its own crazy, but it was something so incredibly its own. I loved the crazy surrounding me in this small town. Being afraid for my life 24/7 was a little inconvenient at times, but I could handle that if it meant I got to be with people I actually enjoyed being with every day.
Allison was my best friend in the world. We'd always been much more than just cousins and I don't think I could be without her again. Ever since we were born we only ever went a few months at most away from each other. When she moved to Beacon Hills without me, my heart had broken. My parents just assumed I was being over dramatic and refused to let me come up with Aunt Kate when she came to Beacon Hills to help with the werewolf situation. It was supposed to be a simple job and Uncle Chris didn't need to have to worry about me too.
Not only would I be leaving Allison, but all of the other friends I'd made in Beacon Hills. I'd be leaving Lydia, one of the only people to ever understand my obsession with school and the fashion world. It didn't make any sense for Lydia to accept me as her friend, not after I started my whatever Jackson and I were, but she had. I'd have to say goodbye to Stiles, my fellow human and partner in crime. Stiles was one of the greatest people I'd ever met and I knew I would never find someone as loyal as him, no matter where I went. There was Scott, who was probably the greatest thing to have ever happened to my cousin, whether she believed it or not.
Then there was Jackson. As much as I knew he and I weren't really a couple and as much as I knew that what we had wasn't emotional, I'd still miss him. I could see myself being friends with Jackson, because behind all of the cocky comments and the rudeness, I knew he was so much more than that. He was a boy desperately in love with a girl. I hoped that he could survive all of this kanima drama and be with Lydia again.
I buried my face into my knees and took a deep breath, but flinched when I heard a knock against my window. I turned my head and my eyes widened in surprise when I saw Isaac crouched beside my window with a timid smile. I stood quickly and opened the window. I grabbed his hand and forcefully pulled him into the room. I glanced out of the window and looked around; making sure that none of the other windows in the house had a direct line to my window. I frowned at a curtain moving across the house and quickly closed my window and the curtains around it. I turned around and saw Isaac casually leaning against the wall across from me with his arms crossed and a smirk spread across his lips.
"Are you insane?" I whispered to him while moving across the room and to the door.
Just as I reached the door I heard my father call out to me from the hallway. I turned to glare at Isaac, who only remained smirking back at me in response. I rolled my eyes and opened the door just enough to peak my head out.
"Are you alright, sweetheart? We heard a bump." My father raised an eyebrow at me from across the landing at the top of the stairs.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just tripped over my bed post. No big deal." I smiled as reassuringly as possible.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked. "I know how clumsy you can be." He took a tiny step forward.
"Seriously, dad, I'm fine." I smiled and then slipped back into my room.
"Emmeline!" I huffed in annoyance and rolled my eyes at a snickering Isaac and then popped my head back out of the door. "You know, your mother and I are only doing this for your own safety." He told me with a small smile. "Beacon Hills…it's not, it's not an ideal place to raise a teenager."
I nodded along, but couldn't really focus on what my father was saying to me while there was a werewolf in my bedroom.
"I love you, Emmy." He smiled and then turned and walked down the stairs. I made sure he was gone before slipping back into my room and glaring at Isaac.
He stood up fully from leaning against the wall and slowly made his way towards me from across the room. I stepped back as he stepped forward and found myself pressed against the wall and Isaac standing in front of me. I was forced to crane my neck up to look at him and raised an eyebrow at the small smile on his face.
"Emmy is a cute nickname." He told me, whispering as he leaned closer to me. I chewed on my lip, refusing to give him any reaction as he leaned in and pressed his face into my neck.
"Why are you here?" I asked him, moving my neck a fraction away from him. Isaac stood up again and looked down at me. "If they knew you were in here, they wouldn't hesitate to kill you."
Isaac leaned forward and put his two hands on either side of my head. "That sounds almost like you're worried about me, Emma." He smiled. I looked up at him and raised an eyebrow.
"As if it weren't already obvious, Isaac." I replied as I gently pushed him away with a hand on his chest. Instead of moving, he moved his hands to clutch my own against his chest.
"Actually it isn't." he said, glancing up from our hands to look into my eyes. "Are you worried about me?" he asked.
I stared back at him and marveled at how different he was in that moment. He'd always been kind of different around me. He wasn't the smirking, leather jacket wearing, beta werewolf that everyone else saw him as. Instead, he was the shy, grave digger, who was abused by his father. I moved my other hand from my side and joined it with my other on his chest as I looked up at him.
"Always." I replied as I stepped closer to him. "Isaac, I always worry about you." I told him honestly.
He nodded and then stared down at me intensely. I waited in anticipation, wondering just what his next move was going to be. I wasn't disappointed when he started to lean in closer to me. I fluttered my eyes closed and leaned in as well. Just before our lips met, my bedroom door was forced open. I gasped and my eyes flew open to see Allison standing in the doorway, frozen and staring at the two of us.
"Oh my god." she gaped. I rolled my eyes at her and pulled myself away from Isaac. I walked over and pulled Allison into my room and then closed the door behind her, making sure to turn the lock this time.
I glanced back to see Isaac run a hand through his hair and smile at Allison sheepishly. I turned back to my cousin and smiled. I shrugged at her. "You're not the only one in a weird Romeo and Juliet situation."
"Yeah, but my Romeo doesn't come to the house!" Allison whispered harshly, glancing between me and Isaac. "He knows that the five skilled hunters in the house would kill him immediately."
I shrugged and glanced back at Isaac. "I tried to tell you." I told him and then looked back to my cousin.
"Whatever, just be careful when you leave." Allison shook her head. "Emma, we need to talk as soon as you can." She gave me a meaningful look and I knew it probably had something to do with what happened tonight. I nodded at her and locked the door after she left.
I turned back to Isaac and then walked over to sit down on my bed. He followed a few moments later and chewed on his lip. I watched him, waiting for him to say whatever it was he had on his mind.
"I'm sorry for tonight." I glanced up at him curiously. "For throwing you down like that." I nodded. "It's just, when I get like that…when I change, sometimes I can't think straight, and I saw you and I immediately thought you were a threat, and I-" I interrupted him by leaning over and pressing my lips to his.
It took Isaac a moment to react, but when he did he leaned closer and placed a hand on my neck, pulling me ever so gently closer into him. I pulled away first and smiled at him.
"Apology accepted." He smiled back at me and nodded, and then turned to look down at his hands. "You should probably leave soon." I told him. "I imagine Derek won't be excited when he sees you and realizes that you've been here." I frowned.
"Yeah." Isaac nodded and then stood from my bed. I followed him quickly to the window and chewed on my lip. "I'll see you soon." He told me with a small smile. I nodded and looked up at him. Isaac leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Bye Juliet." He whispered with a small smirk.
Before I could react he was already out the window and running away from the house. I rolled my eyes and closed the window and the curtains again. I stepped back and then turned to go see what Allison wanted. I stepped out of my room and glanced up to see Gerard standing at the end of the hallway. He smiled at me and then walked into his room and I wondered how long he'd been standing there. I quickly went into Allison's room and closed the door behind me.
I walked into the room and fell down onto her bed. I stared up at the ceiling with a tiny smile and then turned onto my side to meet my cousin's curious gaze and wide smirk. I rolled my eyes and pressed my face into one of her pillows, trying to hide my smile.
"He totally gave you one of those mind-blowing werewolf kisses." Allison teased as she moved from the chair next to her window and over onto the bed with me. I groaned into the pillow as she laughed.
With Gerard, Chris, & Max.
Chris Argent quickly exited the car and began firing rounds into the kanima. Max followed his older brother closely and did the same. When the creature fell Max turned back to the car to inform his father that the coast was clear while Chris stepped forward and searched the area for Derek Hale.
Max turned back, though, after hearing the clicking sound of a gun with no ammo. His eyes widened when the kanima forcefully kicked his brother in the chest, sending him flying back and into a concrete pole. Max held up his own gun, but didn't shoot as Gerard walked from the car and over to the kanima. He watched in surprise as the creature only stared back at his father.
Before the younger Argent could tell his father to move, however, Scott McCall knocked into the creature and forced it away from Gerard. Max watched in silence as Scott turned to stare at Gerard and then run after the kanima. He shook himself out of his stupor and moved quickly over to Chris's side.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly, trying not to draw too much attention to them.
"Fine, Max." Chris replied as he winced and moved to stand up. The younger of the two brothers offered his arm and helped his brother to stand and then dropped it when they turned to join their father.