Chapter 11
I stare at the two wolves, both staring in on the distance. I wait for a reply as the burning wood is becoming more inferior to the fresh snow that has fallen earlier this day. I look up at the sky and see that the moon is full. I frown and turn my attention to the two werewolves who are affected greatly by it. I point up at it, but then it comes to me. With all my history with wolves, I know they have learned to control it, when the other two have not. That must be why there is no sign of Derek tonight.
"My, my, my," I say. I can feel my soulless self take control of my emotions knowing this is a time for action, not tears, "aren't we all advanced. Now," Isaac interrupts.
"Hold on a second. How are we supposed to know this isn't some sort of Argent trap?" he asks. He looks to Scott for support. Scott, though, is staring in the distance. I walk up to Isaac and am mere inches from his face.
"Hun, right now, one of your friends is in big trouble. And I don't want to see anything happen to him, got it?" Isaac isn't convinced. I change the subject "What am I?" I ask. Scott's attention is brought back.
"What are you?" he asks, confused. I nod.
"Yes my dear wolf, what am I? If you knew, I believe we would be in a different situation right now-"
"A witch. Little Aiden Lark is a witch." I close my eyes and groan. I look over and see that red hair gleam in the light. He walks towards us, his outline magnificent in the moon light. He drinks the rest of his drink and throws it, he looks at me and I back away from him. I can feel Scott and Isaac's stares alternating. "But of course you didn't know that, did you two. They're almost extinct." he says. He is feet from out little gathering and I want to run at him, with all my magic and send him away, never to return to this place. Where I felt safe from him, from any of the horrors I have encountered.
"A witch?" asks Scott.
"Yes. A witch of sorts, I mainly heal. The blood you smelled days ago in the woods, a mother deer. Shot by lover girl, and…" I trail off remembering Gerard's son. It hadn't crossed my mind since, but now it intrigued me. Was he hurt? Or worse?
"and?" asks Isaac. I come back and finish what I was saying,
"I healed her. I gave them grass and made sure they lived through this winter, because I cannot kill." Tyler laughed at this.
"That's not what I heard." He says. I snap.
I snap my fingers and he is air born, flipped upside down. I twirl him around so he is facing me, and he comes closer. Scott and Isaac back away, fearing that I will snap, especially snap him. I won't though. They don't know that though. I walk up to him and slap him as hard as I possibly can. He yelps, I do not care.
"When I say I have not killed anyone, I have not. And what you have heard." I drop him to the ground, on his head. Absolutely done with him. Not caring if he follows because I will hurt him, not to death but close. Very close. "Well I hope you don't listen to gossip, because it can be very misleading." I say. I hear a moan, but turn to Scott and Isaac. They jump, but I smile, myself coming back. The anger going away.
"I cannot kill and I will not hurt either of you." Isaac looks at Tyler and nods at him.
"An old, acquaintance." I say.
"And you haven't killed?" he hesitates with that word, but I know he is trying to figure me out. So I let him, only on one condition.
"Time to walk and talk boys." I say. I start to follow the tracks, I hear them catch up and walk on either side of me. Once we are in the woods, I start.
"Long story short, Decades ago, I was engaged. My family had come for the wedding, as well as Morrell and Deaton," I see Scott's frown. I smile, "Yes, some of my oldest friends. A couple days before my wedding, a fire that was purposely set killed everyone, including the mortal I was to marry. Morrell and Deaton were in their house and thankfully nearby or I would be dead." I say as we pass a tree with marking on it. I move close to it and snap my fingers, a tiny flame appears. I can feel the heat from my body leaving. I don't care. I hold the flame to the tree and already know what it is.
"incendia." Scott and Isaac both don't know what it means, "Fire." I say. I walk on, shivering as I cut the flame. The tracks are fresher here, but I know it has been easy for them to take Stiles, especially with Allison. I don't think she did it on purpose; Gerard surely had something to do with it. He makes one like him; I do know that my grandmother was fallen for him as he was for her. Was. We walk a little more till Scott breaks the silence,
"It was Gerard who set the fire, wasn't it?" he asks. I intake quick.
"Yeup. I was tried for the though," I walk by a tree, "and found guilty." I look at the ground and stop, Scott can't make sense of it.
"That doesn't make sense though, why-"
"Because Witches were one of the most powerful ones here, until we lost power. Then, we were all hunted. And when it comes to it, the court just wants power, and mine they wanted." I look up ahead and see outlines of two people, "Who-" but I don't need to ask, I can already sense who it is. Derek and the son. We walk up to them and I see Chris, he has a cut on his lip. Derek looks at me.
"Why is she out here?" he asks with disgust. Scott and Isaac come to my defense.
"Believe me we need her," says Isaac. I smile, grateful. I nod at the Argent.
"Thank you." I say.
"All I can do to help Venefica." I nod in approval. Derek just stares.
"A witch. You're a witch? Impossible. They're extinct-"
"I am one of the last." It comes out cold. He must believe me, for I do not get any more glares. I walk up to them and look behind them. I hear something, a struggle of some sort. Well, just a beating. My blood runs cold and Scott and I exchange a glance. I hold him back with a shield, knowing this is what they want. To draw us in. Isaac restrains him.
"It's Stiles, Aiden!" he screams, but thankfully my shield contains it. I hold onto him.
"I know. I will go in-"
"Out of the question." Says Chris. He walks toward us, "he wants you dead, more than anything I have seen before." I gloat about that.
"Oh yes, because I am the spitting image of my grandmother." I take down the shield, seeing Scott has controlled himself. "He never knew I existed. Not even when I was in the same house. I never wanted to be near him. Broke her heart, but in the end it was good. Chris, how many are there?" he points all around the house.
"All around, and some deeper. Or just in the dark corners." He points. I nod.
"I am going in." I tell them. I won't discuss it, not even with Scott. But I know he will want to be close by. I glance into the darkness behind our group and honestly, I am not surprised to see him. Tyler is leaning against a tree. Derek looks and his eyes flare.
"Tyler." I say. He doesn't look up. Wrong choice. I snap my fingers and he is floating toward me. I bite my lip, "I'm pretty sure I told you to not follow." I say. He shrugs.
"Thought you'd need help." I drop him. He lands on the ground, and I see the wolves in defense mode.
"Oh honey, you'll just get yourself killed."
"Oh, well I don't think so. I was given this gift for a reason," I wave my hand and walk away.
"Whatever, not on my hands." I say, "now I am going." Without further discussion I head forward, and stop. I hear groans of pain, and then he emerges. Gerard goes into the woods. I start my course.