Chapter 5

I make my way home, and as I go; a wonderful surprise occurs. It starts to snow. Lightly at first, I pull over to the side of the road, on the edge of the road, and get out of my car. It starts to stick to the ground immediately. I head into the woods, finally feeling like myself again. Like I am finally happy again, with sadness; anger; and maybe even other emotions. As I go deeper into the woods, I realize that the snow is now at least an inch high.

AS I get closer to my house, I see a black cat rolling around in the snow. I bend down, as quietly as I possibly can. I grab a hand full of snow; pack it tightly, then throw at her. Well, to her left. As it makes contact with the ground, she jumps. I laugh. She looks over at me, and meows. She comes prancing over, making her little paw prints as visible as ever.

She jumps into my arms, I cradle her there,

"My, aren't we having fun in the snow, huh?" I say to her in a cute voice. She meows again. I bring up to me and kiss her on her cheek. She meows in protest, I just kiss her anyway.

"Toughen up bud." She frowns at me, my total change in emotion, "Yes Cala, my humanity is coming back to me whether you like it or not." At the sound my humanity, she licks my cheek. She loved me before the fire; always following me into the woods with my grandmother, sleeping with me every night, and of course not hissing at me.

But, ever since they had punished me; she had becoming distant from me. She knew something was wrong, something inhuman was going on inside of my body, mind, and soul. She would come back to me though, I know she is going to. She hasn't licked my cheek in years, and the snow and Morrell being back in my life, it seemed like coming to Beacon Hills was the best thing I have ever done.

I was guessing Beacon Hills was farther up north than I thought, for it was snowing a lot. Coming down in heavy flakes. I placed Cala down on the ground,

"Meet you back home little girl." She meowed and ran off toward the house. Slowly, I walked back to my Bug.

As I walk along the trees, I see a deer. She looks young, and without any other company lonely maybe. She looks up at me, but soon I know why. As I look behind me, I see a younger deer eating what little grass he can scavenge. I bend down and wipe away some of the snow; I place my hand over a dead patch of grass and say;

"Mother I ask you,

Give these deer a brew;

To have a beautiful sheen,

Grow full and green."

The grass beneath my fingers, grow green and full. I can sense the mother deer yearning for the grass, but will not pursue it with my being there. I wave goodbye to them, and walk away. As I am a safe distance away, I turn and smile. The mother deer has sniffed the grass and begins to eat. Her son has come over a eaten most of it. I turn back to my journey to the road, knowing that once it is gone, it will grow back for them. Not as fast to scare them, but so that as close as they get to nothing but dirt, it will grow back in a blink of their eyes.

I am suddenly aware of voice to my left, near the edge of the woods. I can see my bug ahead, but decide to be an investigator. I walk over to the voices that are disturbing my woods. I can see the road, and big black SUVs. I know who it is before I see him, for his voice is always in my memory.

He is talking to a man, no younger to be his son,

"…you sure about this? We don't know what she is," Gerard pops some pills in his mouth,

"Ah, but I do." He smiles. The man who I am assuming to be his son looks agitated,

"Yes, and you have been no help in sharing it." I hear another pair of feet walking toward them,

"And if he would, it would be so much easier to find her weakness." I see Allison walking toward them, with a bow and sheath of arrows on her back. Well, at least those will not have any effect on me. I start to back away from them, knowing that the longer I stay there, the more likely they will find me.

I back away, but trip on a branch. I fall to the ground, with a thump and know they have heard it. They stop talking and start forward. My bug is too far for me to get to in time, and there is no cover to hide from. I can't think of any spell to help me, so I go for it. I jump up and run toward my bug, risking it. But I hide behind a tree, when they come in my view. The snow has left my tracks, I silently swear I murmur,

"Deleo." The wind covers my tracks with more snow and I am safe, for the moment. I see Allison and Gerard looking around where the snow seems to be disturbed. Allison, hands ready on her bow, with an arrow in place; ready to kill at any moment. I hold my breath behind the tree, and then I freeze. There were only two Argents there, where is the other one? I look around and see him; staring at me. I hold his stare, knowing he will betray my position.

"Gerard," he turns to me, "it was just the deer over there." He points over to the mother and son. I hear an arrow let fly and hear a body fall to the ground. I clap my mouth shut.

"Allison!" the man goes over to the other two. I watch him, "What do you think you're doing?" he takes her bow away, obviously furious.

"Dad, I was just practising." I can hear a snottiness in her voice, a tone I want to smack out of her. I stay hidden till I hear the disputing family walk away. I look at the deer, and run over. She is still warm, so I think I can save her. I see the younger deer nearby, watching;

"Fauna here that lies,

In death's path she is destined.

Disturb her path, her course.

Bring back the light; a light of a firefly."

I remove the arrow, and she springs back to life. Her wound healing. It bring me satisfaction, saving her. I pet her, but freeze as I hear voices coming. I slap the two deer and they go running deep into the woods. I run in their direction, whispering Deleo as I run. I break to the left once a hill hides my position. I make it back to my bug, as I hear them yelling,

"…was here. The arrow, it had been removed. She left it." Says Gerard.

"So she's a healer?" asks his son,

"In a way, Chris," says Gerard as he storms off, "in a way." I jump into the bug, shaking, not from the cold, but my closeness to death. And why did he not betray me? Maybe, he is some rogue hunter of a sort. Whoever he is, I am in debt to him. As I start my bug, I see a jeep across the way; empty. I drive over to it and see footsteps going into the woods, then I hear voices. I twist my gemstone and listen;

"I smell blood Stiles." There is silence for a couple seconds,

"Do you think it is Aiden's?" asks Stiles.

"I don't know, there's only one way to be sure," I hear them walking this way and turn my gemstone. I wait for them to come out of the woods, when they do, I honk at them. They jump, well Stiles does.

"Hi boys, everything okay here?" I see a relieved expression on both their faces.

"Yeah, everything is peachy." Says Stiles.

"Well then, I'll see you all later." I wave as I drive away. I drive by the SUVs as quickly as I can, but they are not looking at me, they are still in the woods, yelling. I made it home just in time too, because as soon as I let Cala and myself in; three SUVs pull onto my drive way. I twist my gemstone and know my shield is up. Not only does it erase our voices, but it is a shield to keep out unwanted people and the only way to remove it is my gemstone. It's an old family heirloom, but my gran and I have charmed to do much more.

I hear banging on my door, but ignore it. I go to my kitchen and make a pot of tea. I pick some of my mint leaves off of my plant and drop them in a tea pot. As I wait for the water to boil, I put my school books on my table. I can hear them banging on the door, trying to get in, but anyone who knows what the spell is, will know that nothing can penetrate it. Well, nothing they have. Everything has a weakness; werewolf has Wolfsbane, a witch has fire, and magic has more magic. A single spell.

I pour myself a cup of tea and start to go upstairs. The banging on my door has stopped, but I don't risk looking out the window and being seen. I spend the rest of my day in my house, cooped up not being able to go out and play in the snow; which is still falling from the sky. I doubt it will stop tonight, it will most likely keep going on throughout the night and tomorrow, Friday.

It wouldn't bother me, I loved the snow and maybe it would give me a reason to walk to school. I gaze out of my window, watching the unique snowflakes fall to the growing amount on the frozen ground. Soon, as I finishing brushing my teeth, the power goes off. A branch from a tree most likely snapped, unable to bear the weight of the snow. I sigh as there is no noise from any generators in the distance as I am used to; instead there is the sound of nothingness. The Argents have finally left as the snow grew more vicious. I doubted school would be cancelled, so I crawled into my bed not knowing what sleep would bring.