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A week had passed and nothing had happened. I was growing restless, waiting for her to make the next move. To start something. To kill someone. But nothing happened.
When my father had finally woken from his drunken slumber I'd questioned him and he'd confirmed what I'd thought. It was my mother who'd killed my sister. Yes she was a werewolf and no he didn't know how that had happened.
Which left me with basically nothing.
At least the relationship between my father and I had gotten a bit better. He wasn't drinking as much and I was actually starting to listen to him and see what he had to say. So far things were going pretty good and I wanted it to stay that way, it was much better not having to hate him for something he didn't do.
I hopped off from my seat on the counter in the kitchen of the apartment and paced back and forth. With nothing happening all of us were getting pretty restless, especially me. I hated not knowing what she was planning and when she would strike and what she would do.
"You ok there?" my father asked as he walked into the kitchen I stared at him for a moment with a raised eyebrow,
"How are you so calm?" I asked suddenly, honestly wanting to know. The only one of us who seemed more normal than ever was him and I wanted to know how he was doing it.
"Who ever said I was?" he replied as he took a large swig from a carton of orange juice, I winced at the gross habit of his as he put it back into the fridge and then sighed once more,
"Fine then. Don't tell me" I rolled my eyes and walked out and down the hall towards what was now once more my room. I'd felt really bad for taking up space in Derek's loft for so long and since I could now stand my father and we were on good terms I'd hurried to move back in to the old apartment.
I flopped down onto my mattress and stared at the ceiling for a total of 30 seconds before I was up and pacing again. I couldn't handle all this inactivity. I needed to do something. But what? What was there for me to do? Grabbing my jacket I swung it around my shoulders and then walked out of the room and then out of the apartment. I needed to do something. So why not just walk?
The streets were crowded and I had to keep ducking and weaving around so I didn't get bowled over by the people hurrying along to get wherever it was they were going. The walking was helping to get my mind off things but I knew it wouldn't last long. And sure enough within a few minutes I was thinking up new scenarios of what she would do to send us a warning. A mass murder? A bomb? An anonymous threat? All of the above?
My blood turned to ice and my heart skipped a beat as my feet froze and someone from behind me shoved past me, forcing me to stumble forward. Glaring at the back of the rude person my eyes quickly focused back to the reason of my freezing.
My mother.
My mother was standing there, looking into a shop as if it was the most normal thing in the world. And, ok, it is one of the most normal things in the world. But for me at that moment I could hardly believe what I was seeing. I smirked as she turned away from the shop and I caught sight of the lightening bruises on her arms and the little cut just above her left eyebrow. Looks like she hadn't gotten away unscathed either.
I had three options now. Number one was to just not do anything, but clearly I wasn't going to do that. Number two was to follow her, I was in favour of this one and Number three was to call Derek and wait for him and then follow her.
I chose number two.
Hurrying after her I stayed a few metres away but kept my eyes trained on the back of her head. She turned into a shop and I followed, I stopped following her as she walked further in and stayed near the door, pretending to be looking at everything that was there with great interest. I barely looked at what I held in my hands and inspected as I watched my mother mill about, occasionally picking something up to get a closer look. As she walked to the counter to buy a little snow globe with a child angel dressed in white in the middle, I ducked behind a shelf of antique books. If she saw me I was dead. Literary.
I began following her once more and frowned as she ducked into an alleyway. I waited near the entrance for a few minutes, knowing she would have to come back out sooner or later, but as the time passed and nothing happened I suddenly realised my mistake.
Hurrying into the narrow lane I stopped and cursed my stupidity, in the middle of the alley was the little snow globe angel and a scrap of paper that only had to words on it;
'Nice try.'
I hissed and scrunched the paper up, throwing it down the alley it bounced on the ground once and then rolled further into the shadows. Picking up the snow globe I almost dropped it as I read what was written in gold, flowery script on the base. It was only one word but it meant everything to me.
It was a name.
Angelique.
My dead little sisters name.
I felt the tears spill but I couldn't seem to move, I held the snow globe in my hand, staring down at it, my body completely still. A tear landed on the glass of the snow globe and rolled down and off its round surface, the tear hit the ground, creating a little wet drop that dried in a few seconds.
Forcing myself to move I shoved the globe into my pocket and then pulled out my phone, I pressed call and waited for Derek to pick up. It was time he knew what had happened. Besides I know knew where she would be next.
"Hello…" came Derek's voice through the phone,
"Finally. Look, there's some good news and some bad news, which do you want to hear first?"
"The good…"
"I saw my mother and followed her" I said,
"Right….And the bad?"
"I lost her." A sigh rang through and I could picture the disappointed look on his face, I cringed at the thought of seeing it.
"But some more good news" I kept going, hoping to make up for losing her,
"She left me a present"
"How is that good?"
"It's a snow globe with an angel inside. It has my sister's name written on it"
"Your dead sisters name?"
"No, my other sisters' name. Yes, Derek my dead sister" I rolled my eyes.
"I think I know where she's going next"
"Well. Where is it?" he asked.
"The cemetery"
"Why would she go to the cem...?" Derek trailed off as he caught onto my thinking,
"To see your sister" he concluded, answering his own question.
"Exactly."
"Be at the woods in 10. Someone will pick you up" with that he hung up, quickly figuring out the quickest route to get to the woods I exited the alley and was soon on my way there.
As I walked up to the woods a blue jeep pulled up, looking at the people inside I felt a smile split over my face. This was car was basically my dream one. I wasn't the typical girl who wanted the prissy little sport cars and convertibles. Hurrying over I opened the passenger door and climbed in,
"Guessing this is yours?" I asked Stiles as I shut my door, clearly Derek had filled the pack in on what was going on.
"Yep." Came the short reply,
"It's awesome" I breathed, then forced myself to focus on the important thing which was how much did everyone know and what was the plan.
"So what's the plan?" I asked as we headed for the cemetery, the road was flying beneath the tires and grey clouds suddenly loomed over head in a dark threatening mass.
"Don't know myself. All I was told was to pick you up from the woods and then meet the others at the cemetery" Stiles replied, I sighed and leant back into my chair,
"Great. I hate being out of the loop" I muttered, staring out the window. The buildings and trees blurred together on the drive and I floated off into my own little world but as we rolled to a stop I snapped back to reality and jumped out of the car.
Derek, Peter, Scott, Isaac and Boyd were already there which just left Allison, Lydia and Erica. I eyed the creepy looking cemetery and shivered a little as a light rain began to pour from the grey clouds, my heart started beating faster and faster as I grew more and more excited. This was going to be major. I'd catch my mother and maybe finally get some answers out of her.
"So what's the plan?" I asked as I reached the others who all looked up from the piece of paper that Peter was holding, all of them had a grim expression on their face and it was obvious that something bad had happened.
"What's going on…?" I said cautiously resisting the urge to take a step back,
"You tell us" Peter replied and held the paper out to me, reaching forward my eyes quickly scanned the words and dread filled me once more.
"Kayla…?" I heard one voice say, but it seemed distant, all I could focus on was those words written there. What kind of sick game was she playing?
"Where'd you find this?" I hissed, interrupting Isaac and whatever it was he was saying, I looked at each of them and each looked away,
"Where. Did. You. Find. This?" I repeated sharply, I was in no mood for games right now and I was starting to get incredibly pissed off. I had to find her and I had to do it now.
"There" Scott finally said pointing towards a gravestone covered in ivy, a red rose lay on top, followed by a pink one and then a white, she really was serious. I knew who's grave it would be before I even took a step towards it, but it didn't stop the small whimper from escaping my lips as I read the message engraved on it.
'Angelique Rose Lucas.'
'Daughter, sister, friend, family.'
'We won't forget you our little angel.'
Tears threatened to spill from my eyes but I blinked them away and tried to focus once more on the note. I needed to figure all of this out, but I didn't have time to. That much was obvious.
'Parva avis, confugiat.' Was the first line, once I would have begun to sing the little song that the line started, but not now.
"Little bird takes flight" I muttered, the line was in Latin and had been part of a favourite lullaby that my mother had created when I was little, my sister had loved it to, so much so that she was sometimes called Little Bird, obviously that's what my mother had been talking about. So my sister took flight. Meaning her death.
'Blood red roses line the dark' the second line talked about the red rose petals we had thrown into my sisters' grave at her funeral.
'In loco, in quo album archárum temperat' the third line was also in Latin, but had been part of the song to, I bet my mother sure had enjoyed writing this tormenting note.
"The place where white lillies sway" The glade I had found when I was living with my mum before she got sick. I'd shown her the place once but she hadn't seen the magic that seemed to fill it like I did,
'Is the place you will always stay' I had an idea about what that meant and it sure as hell wasn't a good one.
'Tempus erit, cum luna solem occurrit' she seemed to be writing every second line in Latin and it was starting to annoy me. This line hadn't been in the song, but I knew enough about Latin, partly from the song and partly from when my mother had taught it to me, to get a basic idea what it said.
"When the sun meets the moon it will be time" She couldn't mean a solar eclipse; that was way to cliché for her and besides, the next solar eclipse would be way too far away from now for her to even care about it. I had no idea what she was talking about in this point, so I reread the next line,
'I'll be waiting ma petite chérie' shuddered at that line, it was the creepiest of them all, unlike the Latin she had used for the other lines she had used some French as a nickname for me, Ma Petite Cherie meant 'My darling'. I didn't want to reread the next line but did anyway, once more she had written in Latin.
'Videre soror moritur'
"Your sister is dying to meet you" I hesitated then came to the conclusion that she was lying. There was no way that my sister was alive. She couldn't be. I'd seen her be buried, so what did she mean by 'Your sister is dying to meet you'?
"So? What's going on?" Allison asked. She, Lydia and Erica must have shown up while I was decoding the note.
"It says Little Bird takes flight, blood red roses line the dark, the place where white lillies sway, is the place you will always stay, when the sun meets the moon it will be time, I'll be waiting my darling, your sister is dying to meet you." I told them all, each looked a little freaked by it,
"That still makes no sense" Peter remarked, breaking the silence that had settled over us,
"It basically means that the place where white lillies sway is where she is. She wants me to be there when the sun and the moon meet and that she will be waiting for me with my sister who is dying to meet me. The bit about it being the place I will always stay, well I think it's pretty obvious what she means by that. The first two lines I'm not too sure about, I don't know why she would talk about my sisters' funeral." I explained
"And what is this place where white lillies sway?" Lydia asked quietly, she seemed a little shocked by it all, everyone did.
"It's a glade I found when we lived somewhere else before she got sick and we moved back here." I replied. I didn't really want to go back to that place, but I didn't really have a choice did I? The others did though. I wouldn't drag them down with me.
"None of you have to come with me" I said softly,
"I'm not letting you go alone" Derek said immediately,
"Gotta make sure that this one doesn't kill himself" Peter said, poking Derek on his arm as he spoke. He got a harsh glare for his words from Derek and a raised eyebrow from me,
"I'm in. Always have been, always will be." Allison said,
"Besides you'll probably need some proper weapons" she added.
"If she's going I'm going" Scott said he sounded eager almost and I wondered whether or not he was going to come anyway, he probably would of.
"I go with Scott" Stiles shrugged,
"I never had a doubt about going" Isaac stated with grin, I rolled my eyes at him and looked at Boyd, Erica and Lydia. They were the only ones who hadn't decided. I silently prayed for them to say no and stay behind, I didn't want any of them getting hurt for me.
"I'm coming" Boyd muttered,
"Same" Erica replied soon after, my eyes rested on Lydia and I hoped she would have the sense to stay away, but she didn't.
"If all of you guys are going, I'm coming to"
"Great" I hissed, this was what I had wanted to avoid,
"But if you come you all have to promise me one thing" I said, not even bothering to try and change their minds,
"What's that?" Erica asked,
"Don't die."