Chapter 4
I look up and see that it is Isaac whom I have run into. I bend down and grab the papers which have flown away, spreading across the hallway. I try to not make a face at his stench, but it's hard. He bends down and helps me,
"Sorry Aiden, didn't see where I was going." His smug smile surfaces.
"Don't worry about it," he hands me my notes and I am about to head off for the library, when he still has one in his hand, "oh thanks." I say, taking it from him. They were Stiles' notes, I had to look over them, make sure they were right. I start off, and catches up with me. I continue on walking, getting glares from teachers, but none stop to yell.
"So, what's with Stiles' notes?" he asks. I can see the library doors up ahead, and know if I can get there he may just leave me alone.
"Study partners, but you know that don't you?" I ask, quizzically. I give him the look and see him shrug,
"Haven't really been doing it," he replies. WE come to the library door,
"Okay, well bye Isaac." I head inside and notice it is barely inhabited by students. Usually, there are barely any chairs open. Now, almost every desk is, if it isn't, it's a book bag or a stray. I make my way to the back of the room, where I can study in peace. I place my book down and sit down. I grab Stiles' notes and start reading over them, crossing out what is a mistake and filling in what is right. I don't mind doing it, I like to correct people's work. I think, if I had my humanity, I would be some sort of teacher. English or History maybe. I turn to the second page of four, and hear someone slide into the chair to my right.
I see Isaac peering over my shoulder, too close for comfort. In all my years, guys have flocked to me, but I never did anything sexually. I think, eventually, with my humanity dissolving, I would have, but my soul is still here and it is against my own belief to do this. I'm not religious, but I just believe I should have some self-respect.
I move away from, inching my chair to the left. He looks at me, curious,
"What?" he asks,
"Oh, just trying to review notes in peace." I reply, turning back to the notes. I highlight one of Stiles' correct notes in a bright yellow. Isaac moves closer, the smell I have become used to, but it still bugs me. I put down the notes and turn to him,
"Can I help you with something?" I ask, annoyed. He shrugs,
"Just thought I should get to know our brand new," he says, "student." I laugh,
"I'm not that new," I reply. He seems to not care and grabs my notes, I grab for them but know it's a lost cause. He whisks them away and reads the notes,
"What's with the smiley face?" he asks, pointing at the top of the page where a blue happy face is. I snatch them away,
"It's none of your business bud," I say. I'm losing my patience with him. HE isn't going to find out what I am until I say so. I turn over the second page and go on to the last two. Most of them are right, but I won't get through all of them. Isaac is so close to me, I can smell his dog breath. I gasp, he thinks it's because he is so good, but really; I'm repulsed. He places his hand on my thigh, rubbing. I hear people come in a decided I am so done with this kid. I don't know who it is who came in, but they sat down near us. I smell dog, and know its Scott and Stiles. I groan, I don't need these guys thinking this is who I am.
I grab Isaac's hand and the claws come out, along with the hairy hands. He intakes a breath,
"You are so out of line," I hold onto his hand so he can see what I am doing. It's just his hand, to show what I can do, "if you're so curious, go find some book, or better yet," I say letting go off his hand and rising, "go to the source. He should know perfectly well." I whisper to him, it's barely a whisper because I only want him to hear, not Scott. I head out of the Library, fuming. I can feel anger in me, and it is not going away like it usually does. My emotions are staying with me. In my haste to escape the eyes if these students, I run into a dark-skinned girl. Her papers drop around the hallway, de-ja-vu much. I look at her, and my anger is gone.
"Morrell?" She looks up at me, and her smile is huge.
"Lark," she looks at me curiously. Almost like she doesn't think I'm here, like I shouldn't be alive. She has good reason to think that too. She embraces me. I embrace her back, "I thought you were dead." I laugh,
"Didn't have too much faith in me then." I joke. She lets go and ushers me to her office.
"I just finished my session," I enter her office and immediately see that she really is working here. When Stiles told me before, I forgot about it and never saw her in the school. Guess my luck is changing. I sit down as she closes the door. She sits next to me, absolutely flabberghasted,
"I just can't believe you made it through," she exclaims. I know what she means, that I survived the trial and am still here. I grasp her hand,
"Well, to be honest, I have been slipping." She frowns,
"Have been?" she asks. I nod,
"Before I came here, I could feel my emotions disappearing. Like if I was angry, it would be gone in mere seconds. Now though," I say, "I can feel my emotions staying. Like minutes before, I was raging on the werewolf. I stormed out, and my anger was staying with me." I can see her running through every possibility in her mind. Knowing how they work, what could be bringing back my humanity.
"I think," she starts, "that the council has been watching you. And something, the tiniest detail, made them start. Can you think of anything that would bring them to watch you?" I shake my head, but stop myself.
"When I first came here, to get my schedule, guess who I ran into," I ask,
"Gerard," I tap my nose,
"Yeup. I don't know if he recognized me, he has never seen me. But maybe something about me; my hair probably, set him off. Reminded him of my grandmother." I was very similar to her, we had the same blonde hair and knew how to flaunt our beauty. WE weren't exactly shallow, but if we had it be, we were. To throw the hunters off our trail. Witches, no matter what is known about us, are supposed to be the healers of the Earth; meaning we are to be kind and gentle.
Morrell was thinking about it,
"That could be it. Saw his expression change from curiosity, to hatred. No one," she says in a serious tone, "changes their emotions that quickly when meeting a new person." There was a knock on the door that made me jump. Morrell told them to come in. It was Lydia,
"Ms. Morrell, I just need to get my- oh." She sees me a smiles, "here you are. I've been looking for you, Aiden. Oh and, Ms. Morrell, my notes aren't in here, are they?" Morrell hands Lydia a bunch of pages and waits for me. I clue in she is waiting for me,
"Oh, I'll just be a second. I need to talk with Morrell, er Ms. Morrell for a sec'." she closes the door. Morrell looks back at Lydia then at me,
"You two are friends?" she asks,
"Yeah, we have a lot in common, surprisingly." Morrell shakes her head,
"Oh Aiden, this is a sign that it's true." She says in a melodic tone, "That your humanity is indeed, seeking you again. Now," she waves me off, "Don't be shy, my home is welcome anytime." I give her a hug and head out to meet Lydia.
We head back to the library and see that it is empty, no Isaac. I relax, I see no Scott or Stiles either. Lydia must notice this too,
"Where the hell is everyone? I swear, they were here." I nod,
"Yeah they were, common," I grab my books, "Let's go see if we can find them." She shrugs, and we head to our lockers. I shove everything in there and grab my bag, as does Lydia. We walk around the halls and see no one. I start to get annoyed, could Isaac be telling them what I did to him? Of course he is.
"Shall we check outside on the field?" I ask,
"Why?" I shrug now,
"May as well, we won't be getting any work done with twenty minutes left." I say. I make a good point and she and I go down to the front doors. We head to the field and just as we are about to walk onto the field, I pull Lydia back,
"He-" I shush her. I can smell more than two wolves; a pack of them. I glance around the corner and see Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Erica and two more; a dark-skinned one and a dark and mysterious one. I twist the gem in my ring, and instantly their conversation is amplified while our voices and our presence here is invisible to the eyes. To any eyes. Lydia almost screams but I place my hand over her mouth,
"I'll explain in a second." I shouldn't have brought her with me. People, especially them, will try to force out information from her. I have put her at risk, I turn to her, "Lydia, I'm sorry," She frowns at me about to say something when I snap my fingers, she falls to the ground. Out like a light. I turn to the pack and listen;
"…transformed me." Says Isaac. He is waving his hand around, scared if it will flare up again. The dark and mysterious one shakes his head,
"Impossible. No supernatural being can do that." Isaac looks at him like he is crazy,
"I know what I saw Derek!" That must be his name. Derek. He looks like the Alpha; the rest his pack. My eyes dart to Scott, though; something about his arrogance toward Derek tells me he is not part of the pack. Alone? Maybe, but he seems like an Alpha. I shrug it off and listen to the rest.
"She changed my hand!" he looks pleadingly at Stiles and Scott,
"didn't see it," replies Scott, Stiles sides with him. I frown, they so saw it. Why aren't they fessing up? Maybe their saving it to ask Allison, "But I saw her say something, I couldn't hear it though," says Scott, "What'd she tell you?" inquires Scott. He is definitely an Alpha, but he has no pack. A lone Alpha then, those are rare; close running with a witch.
"She said to look it up, or ask the source of it," he shrugs, "I know the beastiary, but the source?" he asks, "riddles." He says. Good Boy. No one has gotten my riddles, I'm good with words.
"The source?" says Scott, "but that person is long since dead," I shake my head, in dismay. It's not that hard of a riddle, but apparently they are having troubles with it.
"You mean the Argents don't you?" I turn around and see Lydia glaring.
"How?" I say, so confused,
"The supernatural have no effect on me whatsoever," she says, "immune you could say. Now what the hell did you do to me?" She starts forward, I look back at notice they haven't heard her. I sigh in relief,
"I'm sorry, but I couldn't let you know I'm a witch." Cat's out of the bag now, may as well go for the homerun, "I'm a witch. And yes, you're right, I do mean the Argents." I say not too surprised she figures it out. I can hear them still trying to figure it out, so I leave the shield up,
"A witch. Like with cauldrons and black cats?" she asks. I laugh,
"No, I don't use cauldrons. I do, though, have black cat. I am more of a nature witch, I am close with nature. I have other powers, but not as great." I answer with pride. She walks to me,
"Why would the Argents know what you are, when they don't?" she inquires. I sigh in grief,
"Well, Gerard would. He knew my family, in fact," I say as I look around the corner. I see they are disbanding, "he took them from me." I say. I pull Lydia back to the front of the school, turning my stone. Stiles, Scott, and Isaac come around the corner and stop short; ceasing their conversation. I look at Lydia,
"I'll tell you later," I wink at her. She winks back, playing along. Isaac watches me, "oh hi." I wave over at them. Stiles waves back awkwardly. The bell goes and Lydia and I head off,
"Lydia, I'll explain everything later, okay?" she purses her lips and heads to her car. I head to my car and start it, but before I can pull out; Stiles runs up and knocks on the window. I roll it down,
"Hey, what's up?" I ask. He shurgs,
"Nothing, just thought we should study soon," I nod,
"Yeah we should, when?" I ask.
"Friday? At my house?" he asks, with a nervous smile,
"Sounds good." I smile and pull away.