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The Flood

I hadn't moved.

My heart was pounding as my mind rapidly went over my options of which there weren't many. I couldn't run. I knew the werewolves were fast and what if Russell was out there as well? I could try and fight, but what chance did I stand against them? I had no control of my powers or the normal human strength to put up a fight.

Something hard hit the door, making me jump and stumble backward. I tripped over my own footing and my butt hit the floor hard. I stared in horror at the door as it bent inward before my very eyes, before wood went flying everywhere from the splintered frame. The door swung open, slamming against the wall behind it with a loud BANG. My eyes met Debbie's taking in the sight of her standing on my porch with two large wolves at her heels. The wolves growled hungrily at the sight of me and inched forward.

"Ah. Ah. Ah, boys," Debbie said making the wolves halt. "She is mine. No one lays a paw on her, but me."

She smiled maliciously at me as I scrambled to my feet, feeling the energy swarm within me at the threat of danger. My back hit a wall and I realized bitterly that I was most definitely in between a rock and a hard place.

"Debbie… you don't want to do this," I tried to reason, raising my hands as if she held a gun aimed at me.

Debbie chuckled, shaking her head. "That's where you are dead wrong sister. I want nothing more than do this. And Russell may want you alive, but he didn't say that I had to bring you in in mint condition."

Great, she wasn't here to kill me, but she wanted to bring me to Russell after beating the living hell out of me. And with three against one I certainly didn't stand a chance. She took a step into the house. I felt the energy within me amplify and I pressed myself further into the wall. The wolves followed after her, spreading out and making sure that I had no place to run but to the hallway behind me.

"Think about what you are about to do Debbie," I said, trying to keep my voice straight.

"I know exactly what I am doing. You killed my coot, you fucked my wolf," she shook her head. "In my pack that's grounds for being eaten alive."

The wolves growled excitedly at her words and shuffled on their paws. I glanced at them warily. "Debbie, I don't want to hurt you," I said shaking my head. I was quite serious. I didn't. I didn't want any more blood on my hands. And I had no control of what my powers might do to her.

She laughed again, throwing her head back as she did. "Hurt me? Please. Not even that stunt you pulled back at Russell's could hurt me, you freak."

I felt my body tense in anger. I was not very many things, but one thing I had come to learn and accept about myself was that I was NOT a freak. I loathed this woman standing before me, this woman who had hurt Alcide so deeply, who still had the nerve for being angry for him moving on, who had slit my throat. Alcide was the only thing that was keeping me from truly doing what I wanted to do, kick her ass. I knew that he still cared for her the way that I cared for Eric. I knew he wouldn't want her dead any more than I would want Eric dead. But there was only so much that I could take.

"Don't call me that," I said through clenched teeth.

Her smile widened. "Oh did I strike a nerve?" she asked taking another step toward me. I stepped away from the wall. "Does it hurt to hear what you really are….you freak."

She lunged at me and we collided, her body forcing mine to the ground as she landed on me. She got the first punch in, her fist smashing into the side of my face with enough force to make me see stars. I flung my body upward bucking her off of me as I grabbed her by the hair using my free hand to punch her right in the nose. Adrenaline was coursing through me like a wild fire, amplifying the energy that sat in my belly, waiting to break free. I held it back as I rolled on top of her, holding her down by the throat with one hand and punching her again with the other. I was surprised at the intensity of the anger that I felt and the strength that I never knew I had. I was fighting with a werewolf for god sake. I hit her again as hard as I could before she recovered, using one arm to throw me off of her and send me into my hallway wall. Pain shot through my back making me cry out before Debbie jumped to her feet attacking me once more.

I felt her fist collide with the side of my head, propelling my body face first to the floor. I forced my body up to my hands and knees even as my brain spun from the impact of her fist. I crawled to the kitchen before she caught up with me, the weight of her body colliding with my back, knocking the wind out of me. Her hand fisted into my hair, forcing my head back and a loud scream from my throat. The energy pulsed as she yanked me to my feet, using her strength to throw me across the kitchen into the far wall. I groaned as I crumpled to the floor feeling the energy throb again, rolling and rocking within me, waiting to be let free.

Debbie stood over me, glaring down at me as she panted, a wicked smile still on her face. "Is that all you got you freak cunt?" she taunted wiping at her mouth with the back of her arm.

I felt my fists clench again and I forced myself to my feet, using the wall behind me to support me as I attempted to catch my breath. It was getting harder and harder to hold the energy within. But I wasn't going to go down without a fight, and if it meant me walking out of here or her? Then I just hoped that Alcide would forgive me.

"Come and see Debbie," I panted, beckoning her with my hand.

She tilted her head to the side, sizing me up for just a second before she charged again. I anticipated her this time, kicking her hard in the gut once she came within range. I felt a burst of energy come from my body as my foot made impact with her gut, sending her back farther with a little extra telekinetic push. She let out a surprised oomph and hit the fridge which was the only thing that kept her standing. I didn't give her a chance to recover this time. I leapt at her, grabbing her by the shoulders and spinning her around before pushing her into the counter top face down. I heard a sickening crunch as her face made contact with the counter and blood splattered as she cried out. I grabbed her hair and dragged her upper body down the counter making her hit everything, sending appliances and the dish strainer flying before releasing her and her own momentum caused her to fall to the ground. I tried to catch my breath as the energy and adrenaline continued to pump through me. My heart was pounding in my chest and my wrist and legs were throbbing with pain, but I didn't let that stop me. I grabbed her again as she sat in a crumpled heap, clutching her bloody nose. She recovered quicker than I expected and swiped away the arm holding her, using her other arm to hit me with a right hook hard enough to send me to the ground. I couldn't see for a moment and by the time I regained my vision her hands were around my throat.

I tried to scream, but I couldn't. I couldn't breathe. Panic seized me and my body bucked beneath her, kicking and squirming. She maintained a firm grip on my throat, strangling the life out of me, her teeth clenched. I felt the energy dying down as I started to die, the edges of my sight starting to go black, and my lungs metaphorically screaming for air. I struggled to hold onto the energy and willed it out of my body, releasing my hold on it. It detonated, coming out of me with the strength that I hadn't felt in a long time, right at her, sending her flying backward out of my line of sight. I gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as my body tried to recuperate from the lack of air. I rolled over onto my side slowly, my whole body suddenly aching, the usual weakness setting upon me.

No Chase, get up, you don't have time for this! I told myself as darkness threatened to take me over. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to forget this night was happening more than anything, but my conscious was right. I needed to get up before Debbie did. I forced my body into a sitting position, using my shaking arms to hold me up as I searched for Debbie. She was in the hallway, sitting up slowly as well, blood still dripping from her nose while she groaned. There was a large crack and inward dent in the hallway wall from where she had hit the wall. Another perfect addition to the house.

I struggled to my feet, wanting to get up before she did. I opened my utensil drawer and retrieved a carving knife, holding it tightly as I watched Debbie shakily rise to her feet. She flung her head back, trying to get her bloody hair out of her face, her tongue snaking out to lick the blood trickling down her face.

"You should never bring a knife to a wolf fight," she said taking a step towards me.

"This is your last fucking chance," I growled. "Get the hell out of my house."

She laughed again. "I ain't afraid of you or dying. I have nothing to live for," she said raising her arms and dropping them limply back to her sides.

I rolled my eyes. "Debbie, I am serious."

Her gaze darkened. "So am I."

I saw her body tense, ready to charge when two gunshots rang out startling us both. I heard the sounds of an animal in pain followed by two heavy thumps that surprised me. Someone had come to my rescue and whoever they were, they had a gun. Debbie snarled as she turned to face whoever it was that I was unable to see.

I heard the gun cock. "Get the hell away from my daughter."

My face fell in surprise. I recognized that voice. "Connor?" I called incredulously.

"Yes, Chase, come out of there," he replied.

I moved carefully out of the kitchen, coming to stand in the hallway at a safe distance from Debbie in case she tried anything. Connor was standing in my foyer, holding a gun aimed straight at Debbie. He looked absolutely furious, his expression reminding of the day that we first met when he had come to my rescue when Charlotte had attempted to kidnap me. The two wolves that had once been in my living now lay dead in human form in their own puddles of blood. I swallowed hard. This is going to be great to clean up.

"Are you alright, Chase?" Connor asked me, not taking his eyes off Debbie.

I nodded. My whole body ached and I could feel blood trickling down the side of my face, but at least I was alive. "I'm fine, but what are you doing here?"

"I was worried. I cancelled the meetings," he said nonchalantly. "I can see that was a good thing because you have some intruders."

I huffed that was an understatement. "Connor-Dad- I really appreciate this…but you need to get out of here…" If Russell Edgington showed up then Connor was in trouble for sure. I knew that Russell would kill him without even a second thought. The last thing I needed was to put him at risk. "I don't want you getting hurt."

Connor glanced at me in disbelief, but returned his attention back to Debbie. "Chase, I am not leaving you," he said matter-of-factly. "I don't want you getting hurt."

"Connor, you don't understand-."

"Chase," he cut me off. "I am getting you out of here."

"I would listen to your little girl if I were you," Debbie snarled. "You don't know what you are dealing with."

"Debbie shut up!" I growled at her. She was right, but I didn't need her input. "Connor-."

I was interrupted by the sound of a loud growl. I saw the wolf behind Connor before I could even open my mouth to warn him. The wolf leapt at him, jaws clamping on the side of his throat sending blood spurting into the air. Connor cried out in pain, his finger tightening on the trigger sending bullets rocketing from the gun. I dropped to the floor on instinct covering my head with both of my hands to protect my head. Debbie's scream filled the air and I felt her drop to the ground not far from me, moaning in pain.

I sat up slowly as I heard another gunshot followed by a heavy thud on the floor. Silence abruptly overtook the house and I looked up to find Connor still standing, blood oozing from the open wound on his throat, spilling a sea of red down the front of his button down shirt. My eyes widened in horror as I watched fall to his knees, his bright blue eyes holding my gaze for a fraction of a second before he collapsed to his side.

"No!" I shouted again jumping to my feet and rushing to his side. "No, no, no, you can't do this," I told him as I rolled him carefully to his back, using both hands to apply pressure to the wound. "You can't do this to me. Stay with me. Stay with me."

His blue eyes fixated on mine, panic and fear bright in them. I felt warm tears sliding down my cheeks, blurring my vision. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know how to fix him. I considered letting go, to run to the phone and call 911, but his blood was still gushing against my fingers. I knew if I let go he would bleed out even quicker. I wished that Eric would come now; I would give him anything he wanted to heal him. To fix this. To save my last biological parent. The only person who understood what I was, who could teach me how to control my powers. I looked behind me helplessly, searching for something that wasn't there, looking for a sign that could tell me how to make it right.

"Ch…Cha…Chase," Connor sputtered calling my attention back to him.

"Don't talk," I said shaking my head and blinking past the tears. "You are going to be fine. Eric will come. He feels my pain. He knows there's trouble. He will come and he will heal you. You are going to be fine. He will come," I insisted, nodding furiously. I didn't care if I didn't know it was true, it had to be. I knew Eric could feel me. He had to come. He had to know that something was very, very wrong. He had come before when he was angry with me, when I had told him to stay away, he would come again.

Connor smiled weakly at me, his lips red with his own blood, one hand slowly rising off his chest. "Ta…take…my…hand…" he said slowly spreading his fingers.

I hesitated for a moment, afraid to let go of his wound, but I did as he asked. I grasped his hand tightly, placing my fingers between his and squeezing, trying to be his anchor to hold on to this world. I thought he needed comfort, something to grasp onto, but I quickly realized that he wanted to hold my hand for different reasons.

Something shifted in the air and I felt a spark between our palms. I could feel his power pulsing within him and it called to mine, making the energy well up inside of me once more. I tensed in confusion wondering what was happening when a white light erupted from our intertwined hands and I gasped as I felt something inside of me explode. My eyes closed and my head lulled back involuntarily as an overwhelming flood of energy took me over, gripping me firmly. I could feel the power in every cell of my being; it coursed through my veins, pulsed with every beat of my heat. It was intoxicating, it was filling, it was downright amazing. It was like someone had opened a flood gate inside of me and released an unrelenting current of power. It seemed like every nerve in me was throbbing.

I opened my eyes in surprise, looking down at Connor, wondering just what he had done to me when I found that the white light had dissipated. My eyes went to Connor's face and I felt my stomach drop, his eyes had closed and his head fell limply to the side, his hand slack in my own. I sat there frozen, gaping down at him for a fraction of a second before I dropped his hand and put my fingers to the uninjured side of his neck, checking for a pulse. The stillness beneath his skin made me panic and my head shook from side to side frantically.

"No. No. No. No. No," I repeated over and over. "Dad?! Dad?!"

I grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him from side to side gently, then harder as he gave no response. The energy in me hadn't died down; it was still there, pulsing inside of me, every cell and nerve throbbing with power. I felt it flare as my emotions did and it was getting harder to see past my tears.

"Dad?" I called again, hoping that my voice would wake him. That somehow he had just slipped out of consciousness, that he was still alive. "Dad!"

"He shot me! The fucking son of a bitch shot me!"

I froze at the sound of Debbie's anguished voice coming from my hallway. I turned slowly catching her stumbling to her feet and coming to stand in the foyer, glaring at me, holding her bleeding shoulder. The energy flared again at the sight of her and my fists clenched in anger. This new energy was harder to control; it vibrated and thumped, stronger than before, fighting to be released. I clenched my fists tighter and felt pain in my palms. It swelled again as I felt pain and I almost lost control.

My eyes fixated on Debbie. This was her fault. This was all her fault. If she hadn't of come here and brought her stupid wolves with her then none of this would have happened. Connor would still be alive. I wouldn't have three dead werewolves in my house. And I wouldn't feel like a sobbing wreck. But enough blood had been spilt in my house tonight. I wasn't going to be a murderer again. I was tired of the death.

"Get the hell out of my house, Debbie," I warned her rising to my feet. There was another energy flare as the anger surged through me and I struggled with it, feeling like a hurricane was trying to break free from me.

"Fuck you," she spat. "This ain't over bitch."

Her words only intensified the anger coursing through me and with it the energy as well. It swelled and I couldn't hold it back anymore. It was all too much, the energy, the anger, the sadness. I couldn't contain it. I felt it escape me and unexpectedly the ground beneath me began to shake making Debbie hesitate in surprise. Her eyes widened as she looked at me in fear, the whole house began to shake next nearly knocking her off her feet. I stood unmoving, completely unphased by the shaking, feeling the energy pour out of me in uncontrollable waves. A part of me was afraid of what was happening, of the raw feeling of power that was flowing through my veins, but the other part of me wasn't; it relished in the feeling.

"I SAID GET OUT!" I shouted angrily, my voice louder than I had ever heard it.

There was another energy flare and unseen force sent Debbie flying out my front door. The door slammed shut behind her. The shaking stopped as quickly as it began, leaving me standing there panting. The energy didn't die down like before. It stayed at the same peak, still pulsing, still throbbing, still strong. I didn't know if Debbie was truly gone, but if she was smart then she wouldn't come back in my house.

With her gone the emptiness and death in the house crept upon me and I looked down at Connor's lifeless body. I shut my eyes against the threat of more tears and felt my knees hit the floor before the sobs took over.