Sitka's P.O.V.
"Guess who I just talked to," I hollered, exploding through the ferns on the other side of the cave tunnel. Ready to implode on myself with excitement, I barked until the others came out of their hollows.
"Dammit, Sitka, what is it," Myka growled, half sliding half jumping down from her perch above the water pool.
"You have to guess," I sang.
An exasperated sigh from James made me bounce and turn, seeing him right beside me. Like a ninja. "Charlie the unicorn," the male asked, sarcasm practically dripping from his large canines.
"No, smart ass, two of the last remaining Hales," I hissed back, striding over to the pool, my head and tail held high while my whiskers twitched in amusement, watching their faces go from wonder to confusion to fear.
"What do you mean 'last remaining'," Blake huffed, walking after me. I swear, if I didn't know any better, I'd say he had a crush on me.
"I mean the Hale house burnt down a little after we ran," I grunted, hopping easily over the small lake in the cave and onto the ledge above, "and Laura, Peter, and Derek were the only ones who survived."
By now everyone was staring. Me with my claws constantly scraping against the rock didn't make anything less... oh, how do I put this, 'frightening'. You see, me and Laura had never gotten along when we all lived at the Hale house. She never thought I was truly one of them, and I can't blame her. I'm a Stilinski at heart.
*/FLASHBACK\\*
Cameras flashing, five-year-olds screaming, music blasting in everyone's ears. Just a typical Christmas. Sitka, not wanting to get thrown into the freezing lake for a second time that night went into a burrow, able to watch but not be seen.
A few minutes passed and Derek flashed a knowing glance at the root and came over a short while after. "Why ya hidin," he asked, crouching down in the burrow with his friend.
"Getting away from all the noise and chaos," Sitka muttered, raven-black hair falling in her face. She was glad. Her hair had been like a sheild since the incedent when'd lost her eye. Well, Laura was pleased, the young girl thought seethingly, rage bubbling up in her throat, ready to come out a snarl. Just another thing to make fun of me for. First not even being able to be a werewolf, and now I have no right eye. What's next, I become blind all together?
Sitka must have said something, because then Derek said, "She doesn't understand is all. She's probably just jelly that you were that made those necklaces that are able turn you into any animal you wanna be. You're like a witch," he added, poking his best friend's shoulder. He brushed away the small girl's scene/emo-like hair and looked at both Sitka's eyes, not even wavering at her damaged one. He'd been the only one who hadn't made fun, who understood, who didn't care what she looked like, and she was grateful for that.
Sitka smiled and pulled Derek into a hug, arms around his neck, and nuzzled his cheek. "Thanks D," she muttered against his skin, feeling him smile in return.
"Anything and everything for you, Sikky," he replied, and the two friends stayed like that for a while. They then sat back and watched the rest of the scene, laughing suddenly as one of their family fell or did something stupid or just laughed for no reason at all, just to break the silence between them.
*\\END FLASHBACK/*
Shaking myself, I glanced around. "Well, let me fill you in. Apparently Centipede (nicknames for a reason, most explained in the next few chapters) Peter had a lot of burn damage from all that, so he's in some sort of care, in a coma I suppose. Laura is still a bitch, as always, and Derek is just... well, he's Derek," I explained, muttering the last part. None of them needed to know I had a crush on that rock, if they didn't already.
"So, what do we do now, go to them," Blake asked.
"Yea, we should," Reighle said, a grin so big on his face so huge he looked like Jeff the Killer. e_o
"Oh, fine. But I will lead you there. Wanna go tonight or tomorrow?"
Should have known that was a dumb question.
And so we began our trek, through the forest, to the Hale house. I soon spotted Derek no sooner than I spotted Laura.
"Damn," I muttered under my breath.
Reighleh and Myka crept a more forward, tails still, weight gathered into their haunches like they were stalking prey and about to pounce.
Quick as a flash, I rammed into Myka, sending all three of us tumbling down the ravine. I heard James and Blake dart away on their side, so that must have meant one or both of the siblings was coming. I grabbed Reighleh scruff in my jaws and hauled the lot of us through the bushes. Sliding into a tree, I saw the others do the same and we jumped the boughs/branches (e_e) all the way over so we could see the Hale house roof. Burned.
Blake had to visibly hold in a screech when he saw the reckage/reckege (e_e), the others just bowed their heads while I just stared. Like someone had taken a crow bar to my gut. Turning, I slithered around the tree and came within ear shot of the two people we were here for.
"But I swear I heard something," Laura was saying to Derek, clearly mystified. She should know we can move faster than scroungy ol' werewolves any day of our lives.
"Yea, a squirrel maybe," Derek scoffed, but his nose was twitching. He obviously smelled my scent. But he wanted to hide it. And for that, I'm grateful.
I decided I was bored with hanging sideways on a tree trunk. "Nope, ye smelled us," I yowled, making the two look up from their banter.
"I knew it was you," Laura said, lip visibly trying not to curl at the sight of me while the other filed out of the trees. I may be younger than both the remaining Hale children, but I could over power them if I wanted to. Laura should keep that in mind.
"You thought right," Myka said quickly as I opened my mouth to say something. Well good, 'cause things might not have gone very well if she hadn't stopped me from talking.
"How about you come join us," Derek offered after giving us all a good once-over.
"Sure," Reighleh said, scratching the back of his neck. He was taken out of his awkward stance when Laura grabbed his free wrist and pulled him towards the house.
The rest of us screamed 'BONFIRE' and stampeded after them. We had a pretty good time, y'know, starting an actual fire, having marshmallows (which actually make me SICK by the way) and then I whipped out the goods. SOUR STUFF. Sour gummies, sour stuff that came in a tube (not like that you SICKOS -_e), and just about anything that left a taste in your mouth like you'd just been sucking on a lemon. (For the last time, QUIT THINKING DIRTY. :|)
After that, I had an idea.
"Wanna have a sleep over at our place," I offered to Derek and Laura. After pondering, we all went back to me and my friend's domain and arranged sleeping places.
"Reighleh, you be with Laura. James, you'll be with Blake. Sitka, you be with Derek and that just leaves me. Have a good sleep," Myka smirked. Should have known she'd make us all sleep in the same bed as our crushes. (More about OC crushes/character crushes in later chapters.)
Sticking my tongue out at Myka, followed by everyone else doing the same, I went up to my room.
"You can have the bathroom first, D," I said to him, already taking off my top. Thank god I remembered to put a bra on. (Black lace =3)
"Oh, ok, thanks," Derek said in a somewhat flustered voice. My eye twitched in amusement, the good one mind you, and I looked over the room.
*/FLASHBACK\\*
"Oh my god, Peter, come quickly, I think she's sick," Skylar wailed.
"Mum, I'm fine," Sitka groaned, blinking a few times. Why did the room look so different?
"I'm sure she's fine, Sky," Peter soothed, crouching in front of Sitka to get a better look. "Open your eye wide for me sweety," he asked gently. At the lack of plurals in his sentence, Sitka flinched slightly but did as she was told and widened her eye, the room looking no less different.
Peter grabbed a small flashlight, like the ones eye doctors used, and looked closely at his neice/daughter/foster-child's eye. After a few minutes, Sitka's eye watered and she blinked, not able to keep it open much longer. Peter seemed he was finished and patted her back, giving her a bottle with eye drops in it.
"Use one," he suggested, turning back to Sitka's foster mother. "Well Skylar, it seems Sitka is just fine. It's just that she's become color blind in her one good eye," Peter said. The rest of the family had come to the door of Sitka's room, after hearing Skylar shriek like that, and gasped at the news.
"Can you still see colors or just black and white now, like a dog," Laura spoke up into the silence that had taken the room/hallway.
Sitka gave her an ':|' face. How the young girl hated when cousin Laura teased. "I can see all the colors, but they're just mixed up. Like red isn't red anymore, it's...," he voice trailed off, desperate to find something red. Pointing to the young James' shirt, she nodded. "Yellow."
Everyone let out a sigh of amusement/relief and Laura huffed, striding away from the group.
And that was the day that Sitka lost her sense of color.
*\\END FLASHBACK/*
Coming out of the bathroom, I saw Derek lying sprawled across the floor.
"I told you, we're both in the bed, now get up off the floor and lets get some sleep," I said. Derek looked at me and nodded, waiting 'til I got in to slide in after me. His arms slipped around my waist and his face was in the bakc of my neck, my hair, breathing warm on my skin, making me suppress a shiver.
I twitched and Derek snorted lightly in amusement. "Crtyer," he muttered against my back.
"Hale," I yawned back, turning to face him. Wrong. Move. Our noses were now inches -no- CENTIMETERS apart.
"I'm glad you're back," he whispered, stroking my now half-tangled hair.
"Me too," I whispered back, pressing my face into his chest, listening to his heart beat.
We stayed like that for I dunno how long until we drifted into sleep.
And oh, how it was good to be back.