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Chapter 5
"Stiles what I'm about to show you is something you cannot tell anyone about, not even Scott. Promise?!" I say fiercely trying to get my point across that I mean business.
"Don't tell me you're like Jean Grey from the X-Men!" he says a little too excited.
"Ugh, you're so annoying sometimes, you know. This is very serious and no I'm not like Jean Grey! Think more like Storm." I say with a grin.
"What?!" He says with his mouth wide open.
"Just promise me that you won't tell anyone. Please Stiles just please promise me?" I say seriously.
"Whoa. This is really serious isn't it?" he asks suddenly all the playfulness out of his system.
"Yes, Stiles this is really serious."
"Okay, I promise. I pinky promise." He holds out his pinky.
That's when I know he isn't joking anymore; he brought out the pinky promise. Since we were seven that was how we should the other that we would keep that secret forever.
I loop my finger in his and we kiss our thumbs and then spit.
I walk to my closet and pull out a huge trunk.
"I like what you've done to the room." Stiles says as he looks around my room.
My room was painted a deep purple with posters plastered on the walls from all my favorite bands, television shows, movies, and skateboarders. My room was pretty basic just a purple full size bed in the left hand corner, a desk on the right hand side that held my Mac book pro and a couple of pictures, a dresser next to my desk that had caps, beanies, wristbands, and all my most girly stuff I would have. That consisted of lip balm, mascara, and body spray.
"Thanks. Not much but you know that's how I like it." I say as I drag the trunk to the edge of my bed where Stiles is sitting. I open the trunk and pull out my mother's things; well I guess mine now, since she is gone.
"I didn't think I was going to have to use any of this stuff but since there are werewolves and hunters in town, seems like I am." I say.
"What is that?" Stiles ask as I pull out a huge leather bound book.
"It's my Grimoire." I say.
Flashback
Sitting on our worn out couch in the living room looking out the window, I feel the tears roll down my cheeks. Why did the world have to be so cruel? Why did fate or whoever it is hate me so much? The world was stilling going on outside my house but yet in my house, in my heart, felt broken, like it ended. With just one word, Cancer, my world, my heart, shattered.
"Aria." My mother comes walking into our living room. Her very vibrant green eyes sparkle, her dirty blonde hair styled like a Victoria Secret model, and her face glowing.
I always cursed my genes for giving me my father's brown eyes and hair, and not my mother's beautiful green eyes and dirty blonde hair.
She didn't look like her doctor just laid her with the big C word. She will never look this healthy ever again.
"Honey, don't cry anymore." She says as she sits on the couch and pulls me into a hug.
As soon as her arms around me the cries of sadness and agony pour out of me. My mother continues to hold me until I'm all cried out.
"Baby, I know this is hard for you, but I need you to be strong. This is how it is supposed to be, it's my time." She says as she pulls back.
I look at her and feel myself grow angry.
"What do you mean? It's your time! You can't leave me! You're my mother! You don't abandon your child!" I says with so much anger my blood starts to boil, literally.
She smiles! Smiles!
"You feel that, don't you Milena?"
"Feel what?"
"The feeling of your blood growing hot, like you can actually feel your blood circulating through your whole body." She says with a smile.
"Yeah, I can! It's called ANGER!"
"Aria Milena Stilinski, calm down and listen to me." she says so calmly it starts to freak me out.
"What more bad news. It's not enough that you were diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. What other horrible news do you have to tell me?" I ask with my heart beating a mile a minute.
She grabs my hands in her smooth manicured ones and that stops my unbeknownst trembling hands.
"You sweetheart are not just gifted with brains and beauty but also with magic."
Is she out of her mind? The cancer has started to affect her more than I thought.
"Mom, are you feeling okay? Should I call Dr. Alvarez?" I say my voice now filled with worry.
"I can prove it to you." She says as she gets up and goes to the kitchen. I hear her turn the water from the faucet on.
"Mom?"
She comes walking back with a glass of water sits back down and spills the water on the coffee table.
"Mom, what the hell?"
She closes her eyes and then all of a sudden the water starts to levitate and swirl around.
"What! The hell?!" I say as I get up from the couch.
The water looks like a mini twister. I walk up to and touch it. This is amazing. How is this even possible?
I turn and look at my mother she is staring at me with the biggest smile on her face. I turn back to look at the water to see that its pouring back into the glass.
"How-How is this possible?" I ask her feeling so intrigued.
"Come with me." She says as she extends her hand for me to take.
I place my hand in hers and we walk up to the attic and she tells me to sit on an even older muskier couch. She moves a bunch of boxes until she pulls out a huge trunk and drags it towards me. She sits next to me and opens the trunk.
"Milena, you must not tell anyone what I am about to tell you. No one can know what you are. If and only if you tell someone, they must be someone you can trust with your life, because this secret will put you in grave danger if said to the wrong person. You must promise me." She says.
"I promise." I say knowing that this is a promise I intend to keep.
"First and for most, you are a Witch, but not just any witch. There are other supernatural creatures in the world and there are people who set out to destroy them, and then there are us, the ones who are meant to protect them. We come from a group of witches that are called Sentinels. Our family is the strongest of the Sentinels and has been around the longest." She says proudly.
"What do you mean other supernatural creatures?" I ask.
Other supernatural creatures doesn't sound so good. Please don't tell me there are werewolves, vampires, and all that crap.
"Well there are different kinds of witches and our family line belongs to the group of witches that deal with werewolves."
"WEREWOLVES! You've got to be freaking kidding me!" I yell out.
"I know it's a lot to handle but it's all true. We protect, guard, and love them. As Sentinels we are pulled, fated, to a certain pack. We do not get to pick, it's our fate. I was the Sentinel to the Hales." She says as grief fills her eyes.
"Wait, what? Were all of them werewolves?" I ask dumbfound.
"No not all of them but the majority were." She says.
"What about?" I say not being able to bring up his name.
"Derek and Laura are werewolves, even Peter was." She replies.
"What do you mean was?" I ask
"We've seen him sweetheart, he isn't in there anymore." she says sadly.
She was right he wasn't there anymore. I never understood why my mother would always visit him every Saturday morning, considering he couldn't talk or do anything but sit there and start into space, but also because was her least favorite person from the Hale family.
"So that's why you visit him because it's your duty?" I ask.
"No, I do it because he is my family, even though we didn't get along very well before he was disfigured and broken, I loved him, still do." She says, "You will understand the love when you become a Sentinel. I don't and never have wanted you to have this life but if I've learned anything, it's that we are destined for this even if we don't want it and with this diagnoses I received, I need to teach you everything I know before I'm gone." She say as she rummages through the trunk.
"So what you are saying is that I have powers just like you, I can do that stuff with the water too?" I ask curiously.
"Yes, you have powers just like me but you're special, sweetheart. You will be greater than I am or ever was. That is why I've kept this hidden from you, kept your powers bond, but since I do not have that much time left and won't be able to protect you, I've lifted the binding spell and I'm going to teach you everything I can while I have the time." She says.
"You bonded my powers, as in suppressed them?" I ask somewhat upset.
"I had to do what I thought was right. You don't understand after the Hale fire your father and I knew something wasn't right, even Laura knew it didn't make sense, so we did some digging. We found out the hunters were responsible for the fire. I was scared that if they could kill a whole pack they would come after you because we are the last of our bloodline theirs no one else but us. So, I did a binding spell. I understand if you're upset but it was to protect you." She says and continues to rummage through the trunk some more.
I guess I could understand but I don't honestly know how to feel. Should I be grateful or angry? Wait! My father knows?
"Dad knows what you are? What the Hales were?" I ask.
"Yes, he does but that is something we will get into later." She says and then inhales a huge breath and smiles.
"Here you are. It's been too long." She says as she pulls out a huge tattered leather book.
The book had to be about as long as a two rulers and as wide as a ruler, it was covered in brown tattered leather that looked as if it had been around centuries, and in the center of the book lays an interesting symbol. The symbol had three spirals that met in the middle. I know I've seen this before.
"What is this?" I ask my mother as she holds the book in her hands.
"It's a grimoire, it contains everything you will need to know about how to cast spells, ingredients, and how to defend yourself and your pack against hunters and other kinds of supernatural creatures. The symbol on the cover is our family symbol Triskelion and it means many different things to people but to our family it means new, half, full as in the phase of the moon. Just like werewolves we are at our strongest on a full moon." She says with a smile like if trying to reassure me that all of this is real. "Think about it as your textbook for witchcraft. This has been passed down from mother to daughter for centuries and will continue to be so long as our family line lives on." She says as she motions for me to take the book.
"Why only mother to daughter?"
"Sentinels in our family are only women but in other families are only men but that is something I will go into further detail when the time is right." She says.
This is truly remarkable. How is this possible? How am I special? How can I be a witch, when all I've ever felt was utterly normal? I look at the book for a couple a seconds and then slowly take the book from my mother. As soon as my hands come in contact with grimoire my hands tingle with warmth. A small gasp escaped my lips by how for the first time in my life I felt whole, instantly with just a single touch whatever I ever I felt was missing in me, isn't anymore. I open the book and am surprised with the pages in the grimoire; they are yellowed and old but oddly they are not falling apart or fragile. They are sturdy and the ink is as black and visible as if I just written the words myself.
"Wow. This is amazing." I say excitedly.
I look up at my mother and smile and I can see that she is looking at me with so much love.
"Are you ready to learn? Can you handle the responsibility of this knowledge and power I'm about to teach you?" she asks seriously.
Am I ready? Can I be as extraordinary as my mother says these witches are to be? Can I be like my mother?
"Yes! I'm ready! I want to know everything you know." I say with so much certainly I know it makes my mother proud.
End of flashback
"Mm. Did they forget my curly fries?" my Uncle Jack ask with his mouth of his hamburger.
We were sitting in his patrol car eating fast food and enjoying that awesome fact that we were hanging out with my uncle on the job. I was sitting in the back with my legs out stretched relaxing as I ate my burger.
"You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones." Stiles chaste my Uncle from the passenger seat.
"Well I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I'll have the curly fries." My uncles Jack says.
"If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong." Stiles says pretentiously.
Stiles chuckles and nods his head triumphantly as my Uncle looks confused.
"Oh, for the love of all things greasy, here you go Uncle Jack you can have my curly fries." I say as he rolls down my window and I pass them to him.
My Uncle Jack then starts to chuckle as he stuffs his face with curly fries and Stiles just looks between us two with a shocked expression.
"Unit one, do you copy." Dispatch says.
I instantly sit up and press my face against the barrier. Stiles instantly goes to touch his radio but my Uncle Jack slaps his hand.
"Sorry." Stiles apologizes
"Unit one, copy."
"Got a report of a possible 187."
"A MURDER!" Stiles and I say at the same time.
We pull to the Video 2 star C and see Jackson and Lydia there.
"Oh, no way." Stiles says as he see Lydia.
I roll my eyes.
"Open my door, please." I say to Stiles.
He gets out and opens my door as I'm getting out I look up to see Derek and Scott on the roof. Derek notices me and nods his head. My stomach goes into a huge knot. Why does my stupid little girl crush just go away already.
I run off before Stiles can ask where I am going. I reach the back of the video store and close my eyes. I focus on being weightless like a feather and the wind carrying me away. I start to feel my blood warmth and I open my eyes to see the ground below me grow smaller and wind around me is blowing the trees fiercely.
Scott and Derek turn as soon as I come into view. Scott looks like he's just seen a ghost and Derek has an expression on his face that seems proud.
"W-what, h-how are you doing that?" Scott as I land on the roof effortlessly.
I chuckle and look at Derek who is smiling at me.
"You have a lot to catch up on but not now." I say as I walk to the ledge to see what's going on down there.
"What part of 'I'm fine' are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home." Jackson says to my Uncle Jack.
"And I understand that." he replies
"No, you don't understand, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty simple to grasp for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you! Okay, I WANNA GO HOME!" I wince at Jacksons tone toward my uncle.
It angers me that he has become a total douche just like his father. I close my hand into a fist and can feel my blood boil. I try calming myself down because I can feel the magic starting coarse. I suddenly feel a hand on my shoulder and I turn to see Derek.
"Breathe, Aria, just breathe deep breaths." He says reassuringly.
I nod and draw in some airs.
"Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?" Stiles yells in astonishment.
I open my eyes and see a gurney pulling dead body out of the video store.
"Starting to get it?" Derek asks Scott.
"Uh, I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why. I mean, this isn't a standard practice, right? We don't go around in the middle of night murdering people, do we?" Scott asks worriedly.
"No. Your predators, you don't have to be killers." I say and Scott looks at me curiously.
"Then why is he a killer?" Scott asks.
"That's what we're going to find out." Derek says as he starts to walk off.
"Hey!" I say as I walk up to my locker.
Isaac is at his locker pulling his books out. He turns to look at me and smiles.
"Hey, I was wondering if you were going to show up. You're never this late to school." He says.
I had missed first period completely I had over slept because I had spent last night explaining the need to knows to Stiles about my situation.
"I over slept. Sorry I didn't call you back just had some really interesting family things come up." I say trying to be as vague as possible but not lie to him either. I don't want to lie to Isaac he doesn't deserve that.
"It's okay. I was just calling to ask you something." He says nervously.
"What's wrong?" I ask him worriedly.
He starts to fidget and shuffle his feet.
"I-I was j-just wondering if y-you like t-to go ou-out with me-me?" he says stuttering horribly.
I smile because he was nervous about asking me on a date when I had already laid out my feelings for him. Nervous I would shot him down, clearly Isaac needs more confidence, and that was something I was willing to give him.
"Of course! I would love too!" I say and lean up and give him a quick peck on the lips.
He smiles brightly and his cheeks turn cherry red.
"Call me after school. I've got to leave early today so I won't see you later." I say as I give him another quick peck, but this time he pulls me back and presses our lips together.
I pull back and he smiles at me with a certain twinkle in his eye.
"Okay, I'll call you. maybe see you at the teachers' conference today?" he says hopeful.
"Yeah, maybe, if you're lucky, Lahey." I say and wave as I walk off.
"No. Stiles I left school. I had to take care of something. I'll call you when I'm done." I say as I hang up. I step on to the porch of the brunt down Hale mansion.
I slowly open the door and see Derek working out. Wow. My stomach automatically does flip flops.
Stop. Breath, he can hear your heartbeat.
"Derek. I need to talk to you." I say as I walk in.
"Talk." He says as he does pull ups.
That's when I notice for the second time the symbol on his back is my family symbol.
"Why do you still have that on your back? It should of disappeared when my mother died." I ask him.
He stops mid pull up and let's go of the door frame.
"Do you want the truth?" he asks me.
"Yes. Of course."
"Even if it isn't what you want to hear?"
"Yes."
"I think it's because you're to be my sentinel. That is the only logical explanation." He says.
"No offense, but you don't even have a pack. I'm meant to protect a pack of wolves and plus you're just a beta, not an alpha. So this doesn't make sense."
"That's the only logical explanation. You are your mother's successor. It makes perfect sense." He says with a grin that makes my heart flutter.
Stop it! He can hear your heartbeat.
"Well, I honestly didn't want to get involved in all this, after seeing the kind of emptiness losing your family did to my mom, but I have no choice now. It's my duty to protect you, and Scott." I say as I sit on an old musky couch.
"No. You will not get involved in this. You are going to stay out of it. I don't need your help." He says as he goes back to doing pull ups on the doorframe.
"Then why did you bring up the whole 'I think you are to be my Sentinel', and why must you insist on me not get involved? You know well enough that I have to; it's my duty and if I don't I will be tipping the balance of nature. I won't do that, as a Sentinel it is my job to guard, protect, love, and fight alongside you." I say.
But Derek isn't paying any attention to me as he now is doing pushups.
"Derek Hale! Listen to me right-"I'm cut off by Derek shoving me through a crack in the wall.
"Shh. Don't make a sound and whatever you do, do not try and help me." he says as he shoves me deeper between the walls.
That's when I hear a huge bang indicating someone just kicked in the front door.
"No one home." A male voice says.
"Oh, he's here alright. He's just not feeling particular hospitable." A female voice says.
Maybe he's out burying a bone in the backyard." Another male voice says.
Really a dog joke. What kind of Hunters are they recruiting now?
"If you want to provoke him, say something like, too bad your sister 'Bit it' before she had her first litter."
My blood starts to boil as I hear her talk about Laura. The warmth in veins starts to get hot and I know that if I don't control myself I will do something that will expose me.
"Too bad she howled like a bitch when we CUT HER IN HALF!" she yells.
That does it! That bitch is going down! I feel the magic wanting a release. I see a young male coming my way and I focus my anger and magic on him. At the same time I send him flying across the room Derek lets out a fierce growl.
"Get out of here now!" he says in commanding whisper.
"No. I'm not leaving you alone with that psychotic bitch!" I whisper back.
"Now! Please!" he says and in that moment I see desperation in his eyes.
I slowly nod my head defeated and in an instant he is flying across the room giving me my chance to escape.
I run out to the woods and keep running hoping that Derek is okay.
Walking up to the school hoping I don't look too bad or sweaty in my dark blue skinny jeans, grey Nirvana t-shirt, and black vans. I continue walking toward the school and see parents and students walking around the school parking lot. I scan the parking lot to see if I would see Stiles and my Uncle Jack.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see Isaac.
"Hey." I say with a huge smile plastered on my face.
Isaac looked just as happy to see me.
"Hey, I just wanted to come over and make sure it would be cool to call you later on tonight." He says as I intertwine our hands.
"I would really like that." I say with a huge smile.
"Aria, over here!" Uncle Jack yells from the front doors of the school.
I look back at Isaac and see he has this nervous look on his face and is staring at someone, but then I realize it's not just someone, it's his father.
"Hey, just one word and I will tell my Uncle Jack." I say as I place my hand on his chest and feel his heart beating so fast.
"No. Don't. Please." He pleads with scared look in his eyes.
"I won't, but if you ever want me too, I will." I say and give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Call me later?" I ask as I walk away.
He nods his head and there is that smile again, as he waves goodbye.
I run over to my uncle and smile at him and he arches his eyebrow.
"Where's Stiles?" I ask.
"I thought you two were coming together and don't think I won't ask about that boy later." he says
I laugh and hug him.
"We were but I called him and told him I was going to walk over here because I went to the cemetery to go visit mom." I lie and instantly feel guilty.
"Oh, well call him, please." He says.
I pull out my phone and dial Stiles number into my phone.
"Where are you?" I ask.
"I'm going to be a little late. I'm going through my dad's files just tell him I'm on my way." He says and hangs up before I can even replay.
I shove my phone into my pocket annoyed by the fact that Stiles was having me lie to my uncle.
"He said he's on his way. We should probably go in and talk to the teachers now." I say and motion for him to follow me inside.
The conferences went alright. Of course I got awesome comments from all my teachers even Mr. Harris said, "Aria is bright very capable student but I don't have to tell you do, I? She is one of the brightest students I've ever had. I don't know is she's told you but I've signed her up with her consent, of course, to take my AP class. It's actually hard to believe that Stiles and her are related, when he is the complete opposite of her. He is incapable of keeping his mouth shut and sitting still for two seconds." He says and doesn't elaborate because even with Stiles ever running mouth and fidgeting, he is very smart and I think it annoys Mr. Harris that even with all these distractions he is able to pull off an A in his class.
Walking to our last teachers class Coach Finstock Uncle Jack looks worried.
"He should have been here a long time ago." He keeps looking at his watch.
"I text him about five minutes ago and he said he lost track of time. Something about Star Wars marathon, but now he is definitely on his way." I lie through my teeth.
He shakes his head as we walk into Coach Finstocks office and we sit on the chairs in front of his desk.
"Aria and Stiles Stilinskis' parent here, Jack Stilinski." Uncle Jack says as he shakes Coach's hand.
"Aria Stilinski, right here okay. Excellent student, I would say she is at a tie to be one of the smartest kids in this school. WOW! You're a freaking genius! Look at your I.Q!" Coach says as he reads my file and from his reaction I can tell it's the first time.
"Yes, she is, but I'm not surprised, unlike you. You're her teacher you should have known this already." Uncle Jack says clearly agitated that Coach didn't have the slightest clue.
Lydia and I are tied for the number one slot, and I guess you can say that adds more fuel to the fire of our never ending battle.
Coach immediately clears his throat trying to clear the tension in the room.
"Now, Stiles, that's right. I thought 'Stiles' was his last name."
"His last name is Stilinski." My uncle says clearly agitated with Coach.
"You named your kid 'Stiles Stilinski?'" he asks dumbfound.
"No, that what he likes to be called."
"Oh, well I liked to be called 'cupcake'" my eyes grow wide and I look at Uncle Jack with a questioning look.
"What is his first name?" Coach asks.
My Uncle leans over and points at his manila folder.
"Wow, that's a form of child abuse. I don't- don't even know how to pronounce that." Coach says.
"It was his mother's father's name." my uncle says
Coach laughs. I look at my uncle and roll my eyes.
"Wow. You must really love your wife."
My eyes instantly grow wide. He didn't just. He had to of known, all Hell; he is Coach Finstock, after all.
"Yeah, I did." Uncle Jack says with a sad smile on his face.
Coach's eyes grow wide with realization that my aunt had passed.
"Well, this just became incredibly awkward." Coach says while he fidgets in his seat.
"Hey, why don't we get to the conference part of this conference, cupcake?" my uncle Jack says.
I snort at his nickname for coach.
"I like you're thinking. So, Stiles, great kid. Zero ability to focus. Super smart. Never takes advantage of his talents."
"How do you mean?" uncle jack asks.
"Well, for his final question on his midterm exam, he detailed the entire history of male circumcision." Coach says to Uncle Jack.
Hey cocks his head to side kind of like he is thinking what to say next.
"Well, I mean it does have historical significance, right?" he says clearly uncomfortable.
I chuckle to myself remembering walking into Stiles' room and seeing him watching on the History channel a program about East African tribes and they were talking about circumcision. He made me sit and watch it with him, and it was the most awkward hour and half of my life.
"I teach economics."
"Oh, crap." Uncle Jack says as he lets out a defeated sigh.
"Dammit! Where is he? He never showed!" Uncle Jack says as we walk out of the school.
"I don't know. He said he was coming." I say knowing I can't cover for Stiles anymore especially when he never showed up.
My Uncle Jack's eyes grow worried.
"Hey, I'm sure he's okay. It's Stiles he probably got side tracked, again." I say trying to ease his worries.
"Yeah you're probably right. Let's go and get Chinese for dinner. You deserve you're favorite since every teacher loves you, and you actually showed up and didn't leave me alone." he says as he pats my back.
As we are walking I see Scott and Allison walking together. Scott smiles and waves and I wave back. I wish Scott would see how dangerous it is to be around her.
All of a sudden I hear screams and I look at my Uncle Jack. He grabs my hand and start rushing me to his cruiser but we don't make it because we hear a growl.
"What the hell is that?" I ask my uncle.
I know it isn't the Alpha he isn't stupid enough to come out, he's smart. He has a plan and having all of Beacon Hills civilians see him isn't part of it.
"Go to my cruiser and wait for me there, okay?" Uncle Jack says as he looks at me worried.
"Okay." I say and watch him run off.
I start to follow behind my Uncle trying hard for him not to see me. I see Scott rush and push Allison out of the way of a moving vehicle but then I see it's going to hit my uncle. I run as fast as I can and push him out of the way. I am instantly hit with a pain all through my side and an even more excruciating pain in my head. I try to get up but can't. I feel someone's arms around me and my vision is blurring in and out of focus.
"Aria!?" I hear Isaac's voice.
That's when I realize the arms holding me are Isaac's. My vision comes into a focus for a split second and I see Isaac looking at me with fear and worry.
"Isaac?" I say and then everything goes black.
I hear a faint annoying beeping noise and try to open my eyes but groan in pain instead. My head feels like I was smacked with brick.
"Finally, you're awake. We were really worried." I hear a voice I didn't think I'd ever hear again.
"What are you doing here, Dad?"
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