Chapter 9
Friday night came very quickly, the end of classes for vacation and plus the snow had let up. There was blue sky even on Friday. After school, Lydia pulled me aside into the girls washroom,
"Now, tonight," she says, "you need to look amazing. But you know, not more than me." I smirked. I had noticed my looks had changed. They weren't as sexual anymore, weren't luscious, but there was a hotness to it. I was more fair now, my looks had softened, I was tall and slender and fair. Exactly who I was before. I was pure back then, with Burt. Never had I kissed anyone. I had always been shy, but with Burt, I had been more outgoing. I wanted to outshine him in school, and I did sometimes. I wish those memories of when we were in school would be more clear, not overcome with fire and burning houses. The burning house. It was horrible.
I had seen the flames from the distance but kept telling myself that they weren't mine. I saw a bunch of people outside my home, men and women alike. Gerard, I had known him before this moment. He fell for my Grandmother, but when he heard she was a witch. He abandoned her. We had no idea he was an Argent. I knew he loved her, but now, he was murdering her. Along with my love. He turned around, and his smile faded when he saw me. There was a slight wind, that blew my fair blonde hair around my shoulders. I backed away, stumbling along roots and what-not. I ran toward Morrell's house. I would be safe there, no one could step foot in their house, unless granted. I could hear them yelling behind me as I ran. I made it to the meadow and saw Morrell outside running toward my home.
"Morrell!" I yelled. My voice was filled with pain. Tears rushed down my face, as did her's. She ran to me and held me tight. I could hear voices behind us, "Argent." She nodded and we ran to her home, Deaton standing in the doorway, starring at the orange sky. Just as the Argents were halfway through the meadow, Deaton slammed the door shut. I dropped to the ground, screaming and crying. Morrell was holding me, but all I wanted was Burt's arms around me then. I wanted to feel the warmth of his skin, his voice telling me everything would be alright. I clutched to Morrell, scared she would let go. I only let go when there was a knock at the door. I jumped and trembled. Morrell took me into the next room, where I would cry with Morrell and tell her faintly through sobs what I had seen. I stopped talking, I heard them speak,
"You are not welcome here Gerard." Says Deaton. I hear a chuckle,
"Oh come now, Alan." I hear his voice say.
"You have you're laws to bid by, you acted out of order tonight. Now," he says, "leave."
"Oh, well things aren't always what they seem," I heard him going, "oh, and give my regards to the granddaughter will you." My breath froze in my throat, I was horrified that he even tried to be nice, even if that was what one could call it. I wouldn't. I heard the door close and Deaton entered and sat down across from me,
"What does he mean?" I ask. He shakes his head,
"Now is not a safe time to talk. You were lucky to be out of there or you would have been killed, but you are very unlucky to have lived. A trial has been set-"
"You're kidding! This is outrageous!" screams Morrell. She starts to pace, "they cannot possibly think she did this? Burt was in there." I stare at Deaton, knowing they will find a way to prove my innocence, and to tell me what the hell is going on.
"Aiden," I nod, "there will be a trial, tonight, and you will most likely be found guilty." I hear a scream from Morrell,
"This is stupidity!" she rages. I stare only at Deaton and when he gives me a certain look, a thought comes into my mind. Power. That is was the court fears, my family's immense power. They always have been, but they have no reason. We are healers, not destroyers. They though, do not get that. I await the trial, and of course am found guilty. Forever to lose my humanity, along with my hold on my healing, but I would be left with other powers. Less power.
"Aiden?" I come back to reality, and shake my head.
"What?" I ask, with a confused tone. She rolls her eyes,
"What are you wearing?" she asks. I blink, thinking.
"Jeans, boots, and a slouchy knit sweater with a tribal bandeau. Hair, wavy." I say. She nods,
"Sounds fine. Now, how are you getting there?" she asks. I blush,
"Car pool, with Scott, Allison, and Stiles." She gives me the look, and I glare at her, "Oh calm down." I say. She shakes her head innocently,
"Just stating facts." She says. I follow her out and head for my bug, it finally worked and I drove it today, praying it would make it to school and back. So far, she had lived. I jumped in and pulled out of the parking lot. I pull into my drive way and open my door, I stop though, sensing something amis. The floor is damp, and I didn't set a charm on it this morning, I was in a rush to get to school. I hear clanging in the kitchen and walk in. I freeze, seeing red hair and an athletic build man in my house. He looks over at me and smiles,
"Hello Aiden. Miss me?" I stare down at him, ready to scream. I don't. I back away, from the kitchen and run up the stairs. He catches up though, faster than a human should be. He grabs me from behind and I know he has changed. His scent, it is no longer musty, but changed to a wet dog. Wolf. He pins me on the ground, and bares his teeth, "I've changed." He says. I squirm under his hold,
"I can see, Tyler." How did he find me. Before I know what to do, his kisses me.