A/N:

Woot second update of the sequel! Now, I must say, it was great lots of you guys came back to read the sequel, and I even saw a couple of new follows and favs too, but I was kind of bummed out I got no reviews. As you guys can see, I'm swamped thanks to school, and I barely had time to finish this update but I did. A couple of reviews would really make the effort worthwhile :)

Trigger Warning: Depression (Please do not feel offended if I didn't write it or describe it correctly, I've done my best)

Here we go now, second chapter!

"It's Eva's birthday this weekend and I have no idea what to do." Stiles muttered as he glanced sideways at Lydia.

"Well, obviously getting her something is not working." Lydia sighed and chewed on the corner of her mouth, before she glanced sideways at Kira for some sort of help. Kira shrugged as she stared at them both, "Don't look at me, I suck at this."

"And throwing a party is just completely inappropriate." Stiles heaved out a long sigh as he scratched the back of his neck.

"But maybe it is what she needs." Lydia started as she glanced sideways at Stiles, and he blinked in pure confusion, "Maybe she needs a distraction from all of this." Lydia started and lifted both brows, "A birthday party would be perfect."

"I don't think her dad would be okay with this. I mean, all of this happened to him too." Stiles started hesitantly as he turned to Lydia with a troubled face, and Lydia's emerald hues drifted to the ground before she slammed her locker shut and grinned, "I got it. My grandmother has a lakehouse not too far from here, and I'm sure she would let us use it. My mom has the keys anyways. We can throw her a party there. This way, she'll be away from the town and get some fresh air."

Stiles stared agape at her, "Are you trying to get us killed?"

"What?" Lydia arched one delicate brow at him as they started walking towards their classes.

"Do you not watch horror movies? A bunch of teenage kids going to lakehouses to have some good time and bam!" He slammed his fist into his palm, "Some serial killer decides that it's time to kill some kids!"

Lydia lifted both brows as she stared at him before she reached out and patted his shoulder gently, "Sweetie, stop watching horror movies." She said sweetly as she turned around to leave, and Stiles stood there standing beside Kira, "I don't think a lakehouse is a good idea either." Kira started as she looked up at Stiles, "It's Beacon Hills after all. Serial killers aren't highly unlikely anymore."

"Thank you!" Stiles exclaimed as they both started walking back towards history class, and they walked in silence until Kira finally started again, "Is she okay?" Kira asked as she looked up at Stiles, who frowned and his forehead creased. "You're taking awfully too long to answer that question."

"Because I don't know if she is." Stiles breathed out helplessly as he looked down at her and shook his head slowly, "I mean, I try to visit her every day, and when I can't I try to call her or even text her before I head to bed but she's…she's not talking to me. Maybe you should talk to her." Stiles started as he looked down at Kira, "I know I'd need Scott if it was me and you two are pretty close." Stiles pointed out, and Kira's eyes drifted to the ground.

"I don't know if she'd want to talk to me." Kira shrugged a little as they lingered by the door to history class.

"Why do you think so?" Stiles frowned as he tilted his head, and Kira shook her head, "My mom brought on the oni." Kira started hesitantly.

"Eva doesn't know she died. I don't think she does." Stiles quickly hurried before Kira started again, "And even if she did know. It's not your mother's fault, I think. But it's definitely not yours, okay? Just…Eva could really use a friend." Stiles told Kira with a small smile as he headed into the class room. Kira stood there, contemplating what he'd just said, before she took a deep breath and walked into the class as well.

Stiles paced around the hallway, and Scott sighed heavily as he watched him pace around like that. "Dude, it's just lacrosse. And you're going to make the team anyways." Stiles turned to him and lifted a brow, "Dude, I know I'll make the team. Scott, we've been on the team since freshman year. The tryouts were to get us in shape and get those losers a chance to be on the team."

A group of freshmen boys turned to Stiles, and Stiles saw the slight anger in their gazes, "Gonna be great to play with you guys this year." Stiles laughed nervously as he side-stepped behind Scott and sighed heavily, "Well, then what is it?" Scott asked he turned around to look at him.

"It's Eva's birthday this weekend and…Lydia had this idea. But I'm not sure about it." Stiles started as he leaned against the line of lockers, and Scott frowned as he waited for Stiles to go on, "Lydia said," Stiles started as he waved his hand in the air once, "She said we should take her to this lakehouse her grandmother has outside of town." Stiles shrugged once, "She said we could throw her a party there and she'd be far away from all of this."

"I think it's not a bad idea." Scott started hesitantly, "But do you think her dad would be okay with that? I mean would he want her out of his sight at all?"

Stiles stared at his friend for a long moment before he took a deep breath, "Right, parents."

"What were you planning on telling your dad?" Scott lifted both brows at his friend when he seemed surprised at the idea of taking permission from parents.

"I…I actually don't know, I didn't think about that." Stiles shook his head slowly as he scratched the back of his head, then he looked up at Scott, "So um, speaking of parents," Stiles started as he looked up at Scott and lifted both brows, "How are things with you and your dad?" Stiles asked and narrowed his eyes as he tilted his head, his hand pressing against his chin.

Scott frowned and shook his head once, "He showed up at the house again. He's just all about trying to get closer to me or whatever." Scott shook his head once and turned to look away.

"And?" Stiles asked, lifting a brow.

"And nothing, Stiles." Scott started defensively as he shook his head, "The guy left when my mom and I needed him the most. I have no idea why but whatever reason he has doesn't justify what he did. And mom and I are doing just fine without him anyways." Scott turned to Stiles, and Stiles had to step back momentarily. Stiles had never seen his friend so upset about something.

"Look, I'm just saying," Stiles took a deep breath as he peered up at Stiles, "He's your father." Stiles muttered, "And part of you still cares about him because he's your dad, alright."

Scott stared at his friend, his lips pressed into a thin line before he shook his head once, then turned towards the door of the coach's office when he heard him step towards it. The freshman stood alert as the coach walked into the locker room and stood at the billboard hanging there. He pinned the papers to the billboard and hurried back into the office just as the teenagers rushed into the locker room.

The already team members, the sophomores and up grades, hung behind until the freshmen got the excitements and cries of disbelief out, and once they'd flooded out of the locker room, Scott stepped towards the billboard while Stiles hung back, figuring Scott wanted to get a look at who was on his team this year.

"Hey Stiles," Scott called out, and Stiles lifted a brow before he walked into the locker room and stood behind him, his hand falling on the paper. "Wait a minute, that can't be right." Stiles whispered as he turned to Scott with wide eyes.

"We're co-captains, dude." Scott started as he held out his hand for Stiles high five. Stiles hollered in celebration as he knocked his palm against Scott's and flailed his arms in the air. Scott stood back, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched his friend do a little victory dance.

Eva was sitting on her bed – but not underneath the covers. She was sick of just lying underneath them, being all sick and injured. But she still didn't feel like going out. She didn't want to move, or talk, and sometimes she felt like she didn't want to breathe. It actually wasn't a choice. Eva more often felt like she was being suffocated. She felt this sadness just make her want to stop taking in air into her body, and it made it even worse that breathing made her wounds ache somewhat.

But the weight didn't go away. It was like someone was drowning her – and Eva knew exactly how it was like to be drowning. She remembered it vividly as if it were yesterday. She was six years old, and they'd been at the lake her mother loved to be at so much. She remembered tripping over the edge of the pier and falling into the water. She remembered kicking her feet against the water to try and keep herself up, but it was as if something was pulling her down, and she kept sinking – but she was trying to claw her way up, she didn't give up, not when her head felt like it was going to explode and her lungs burned for air.

Then of course her dad had pulled her out of the water.

But Eva wasn't so sure if anyone could pull her out now. Part of her was terrified that the feeling she had wasn't just sadness – she was afraid it was her becoming…darker.

She realized that druids became darachs when they sought out power in some sort of illegal way, breaking the big druid rule of maintaining the balance of nature. But Eva didn't ask for that power and she didn't want it, but she had it, and she knew that having so much power messed with the balance.

Eva glanced back at the drawer that she didn't dare to open, the one by her dresser, and she frowned. The grimoire was in there and Eva couldn't bring herself to move or get up to open it to seek any sort of information that would guide. She remembered the last time she'd sat down with that book open in front of her.

Eva laid on her stomach on her bed, the grimoire opened in front of her, her hands resting against her cheeks as she went over the freshly translated words. Her eyes were trying to digest one of the harder aspects of being a druid, channeling power. She knew druids could manipulate things and use forces to their aid. But channeling was the hard part – to draw on the energy of these objects to do something…difficult. Like going into someone's mind for example.

She heard a knock on her door and looked up when she saw her mother linger in the doorway and smile at her, "I made you a snack." She started as she walked in and held up a bowl of cereal. Eva couldn't help but laugh a little as she pushed herself up on the bed, "Mom, it's 8 pm. You can't make cereal at night."

"That's just foodist. Who said cereal can't be night time food?" The woman quirked a brow at her daughter as she set the bowl of cereal on the nightstand and moved to sit down beside her daughter. Once the laughter and the joking died, the uneasy air between the two of them returned.

"Mom," Eva started hesitantly as she looked up at her mother and took a deep breath, her lips slack as she tried to put her thoughts into worlds, but eventually ended up blurting out this, "How did I remember those Gaelic words back at the clinic?"

The hopeful look that was on Eva's mother's face fell before she quickly regained composure and smiled at her daughter, "Druids are born with it – the language. The power. You just need to believe in it so you can use it." Her mother said and Eva chewed on the inside of her cheek before she looked at the book again, "When did you…start using your powers?"

"When I was ten." Her mother sighed out as she looked down at the mattress, "Trust me, honey, the plan was to tell you everything and teach you everything but after what happened with your aunt. I feared for you. I feared the alpha pack would come for you – you were too young and I needed to protect you."

"But you let me believe that she was this good person that I looked up to this whole time." Eva protested in a somewhat sad tone, and Maria scooted closer to her daughter to brush her hair gently out of her face, "I couldn't rip your world away from you like that, especially after you were so broken after…when you thought she died."

Eva's eyes flickered up to her mother's and the woman saw the tears well up in her daughter's eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you any sooner, sweetie. I just didn't know the amount of damage it would cause and I couldn't risk hurting you like that."

Eva sighed heavily as she blinked away her tears, and her mother sighed as she wiped away her daughter's tears. Eva eventually caved in and sat up to hug her mother. It was curt and awkward but it was the closest they'd ever gotten in a while now. Eva eventually sniffled as she pulled away before she scratched the back of her head.

"You know, once you're sleeping better and your mind is clearer, I'm going to teach you how to do that." Her mother said as she gestured to the page Eva was just reading, "It's going to be fun. I remember how many glasses and bottles I've broken when my mother was teaching me."

"You used to break stuff with grandma?" Eva lifted a curious brow as she tried to imagine it.

"Oh yes, it's the only way you could learn." Maria laughed as she brushed Eva's hair back and stood up, "Eat your snack and try to sleep a little tonight, okay?" The woman started as she headed towards the door.

"Mom." Eva sat up a little before her mother left the room, and she pursed her lips into a small smile when her mother turned back to her, "I love you." Eva nodded once and her mother smiled back at her as she nodded once, "I love you too, sweetheart." Her mother finally said before she left the room.

Eva didn't even realize she was sobbing until she heard the knock on the door, and she quickly wiped away her tears and tried to swallow down her sobs as her blurred vision drifted to the sketch of her mother that was now tarnished with her tears. She tossed the sketchbook away and reached for a tissue from the nightstand, "Come in!" She called out, expecting Stiles to be behind the door since he made sure to come by every day after school.

But she was surprised when she saw Kira.

Kira hadn't exactly been a frequent visitor since the funeral, and Eva wasn't sure why, whether it be something that Kira felt, or something that Kira's mother said. Eva realized she hadn't thought too much about Kira being missing and she felt somewhat guilty – because with all that Kira just found out about her own mother now she must feel just as confused and betrayed as Eva used to feel. It was something else to feel guilty about , and it made the sadness pull her down even more, make her lungs ache even more with every breath she took.

"Are you okay?" Kira asked, alarmed, when she saw her friend's face as she walked in and closed the door. Eva quickly wiped away her tears and nodded once, "I'm fine." She whispered and looked up at Kira who sat by the edge of Eva's bed and looked down, "I'm sorry I didn't visit more."

"It's okay." Eva told her hesitantly, "No, no, it's not." Kira started as she looked back at her friend. "You're my best friend, Eva. Actually, I've had a lot of best friends but you're the one I actually felt like my actual sister and we've known each other for like what? A couple of months?" Kira started and Eva pursed her lips as she watched Kira ramble on, "The point is, I should have visited you more. I just…I just didn't know how you'd feel when my mom was the one who summoned the Oni and why you got hurt…"

"Kira…" Eva sighed as she reached out to press her hand against Kira's shoulder gently, "Your mom saved us all." Eva started as she pursed her lips, "Just imagine if Julia did what she wanted to do. Derek would have been dead…that…evil kitsune would have been free and Julia would have been free too and it would have been horrible." Eva shook her head slowly, although she was speaking through her teeth, forcing herself to say what she knew would make her friend feel better, she was saying it. Because Eva knew she was right. Sure she was sad, but wasn't dumb.

Kira frowned as she looked back at her and pursed her lips, before she turned fully to tuck her legs underneath her body and reach out to hold Eva's hand within hers, "I just don't want to lose you."

"You won't." Eva shook her head slowly, "You won't lose me."

Kira chewed on the inside of her cheek before she took a deep breath, "So how are you?"

Eva pursed her lips and shook her head once, "I'm…I'm fine, I guess."

"You know you can talk to me, right?" Kira started as she lifted both brows, trying to urge her friend into telling her what was on her mind.

Eva was hesitant – she didn't know how to tell Kira this, but she felt like the only person she could share this was Kira, "Your….mom," Eva started hesitantly as she looked up at Kira, "She controls the Oni, right? She can summon them to wherever she wants, right?"

Kira frowned and nodded slowly, "Why?"

Eva looked down, "Because I've been feeling…." Eva paused, trying to search for the right word to describe how she felt. "I've been feeling dark."

Kira sat up, alarmed, and shook her head, her eyes speaking out one question, how?

"You know that…all the sacrifices Julia made…that I have the power from them now, right?" Eva whispered hesitantly, "And I can't control it. Sometimes it's…it just happens. I'm just scared that the way I came to have those powers could affect who I am somehow." Eva whispered and Kira watched as she spoke, before it dawned upon her what Eva had inquired before. "You want the Oni to check you." Kira muttered, and Eva looked up at her to nod slowly.

Kira bit onto her lower lip and shook her head slowly, "That will not sit well with Stiles."

"That's why we won't tell him." Eva started, "Your mom can call them off if something's wrong, right? It's not such a risk. Come on, Kira. I need this…" Eva begged a little as she reached out to grip Kira's hand, "Please."

Kira took a deep breath as she stared at Eva, before she nodded slowly, "Okay." She started hesitantly, "Okay, but Eva, I swear if something happens to you, I'll kill you."

"Okay." Eva breathed out a weak laugh before she moved to get up, "Do you need help?" Kira started as she reached out to hold her hand underneath Eva's elbows. "I'm fine. Let me do this, okay?" Eva started as she glanced sideways at her friend. "I'll just change into something."

"What about your dad?" Kira asked as she tilted her head.

"We'll just tell him I'm going on a walk with you." Eva started as she walked towards the wardrobe to drag out something to wear, "He'll be all excited I even agreed to go out on a walk."

"Shouldn't you be walking every day?" Kira lifted a brow at her friend as she crossed her arms over her chest, and she shook her head once when Eva dodged the question with a shrug, "I think I'll come over more often." Kira nodded once as she narrowed her eyes, before she hurried to steady Eva when the girl almost lost her balance tugging off her shorts and changed into a pair of jogging pants.

Kira stepped back as Eva turned around to shrug out of her shirt and put on a bra, and she frowned where she saw the healed stab wound scar – and the lines that webbed around it, embedded into Eva's skin, and stretching up to end just underneath her shoulder blade and by the small of her back. Kira turned away and frowned until Eva was done changing before she held her hand out for Eva to take, "Come on."

Kira was surprised at how steady Eva walked beside her into the living room, where her father sat on the couch, going over papers that were scattered all over the coffee table, "Dad," Eva announced and blinked once when her dad looked up at her, and tilted his head, "I'm going for a walk with Kira."

"You are?" Her dad asked, lifting both brows in surprise, and Eva had to roll her eyes once before she nodded once. "Do you have your phone with you? Did you take your medication?"

"Yes, dad." Eva nodded again, and Kira stood there, somewhat fidgeting as she waited for the confrontation to end.

Her dad seemed hesitant before he eventually took a deep breath and nodded once, "Alright, fine." He sighed as he got up, "Please be careful." He told Eva, then he turned to Kira who nodded quickly, "I promise you Mr. Davis she'll be fine with me." Kira hurried, her voice getting higher as she got even more nervous. The man eventually nodded in defeat despite the fact that he eyed Kira, and he held the door open for them.

Once Kira had helped Eva into the passenger side seat of her car and got into her own side of her car, Eva turned to her and lifted both brows, "You're such a bad liar."

"I'm sorry, I freaked out! He knew something was up!" Kira's eyes widened and Eva couldn't help but press her lips into a hard line to keep herself from laughing, before she shook her head once, "Just go, Kira."

It wasn't a long way to Kira's house – but it seemed like forever till the two of them had finally gotten there. Kira held Eva's hand tightly as they walked, and she glanced around in search for her mother, "Mom?"

"Kira." Her mother walked out from the hallway, her eyes flickering sideways to Eva, before she turned to her daughter, "Why is she here?"

"I want your Oni to make sure I'm myself." Eva started defiantly as she demanded the woman's attention.

"Why do you want that?" The woman asked as she stepped towards the two girls, and Kira felt the need to step in front of her friend defensively when she saw the look in her mother's eyes, and she frowned. "Because she wants to know if she's herself, Mom." Kira whispered in her friend's defense as she narrowed her eyes, "How clear can she be?"

"You feel the darkness around your heart, one left from the darkness of your own blood." Noshiko aptly ignored her daughter's bitterness and focused on Eva instead, who nodded slowly.

"Very well then." Noshiko seemed to agree too awfully quickly, and Eva lifted a brow as she stared at her – part of her wondering if the woman actually knew something. Eva saw the shadows form behind her, and she had to look at the window – she could have sworn it was light outside. She thought she had at least a few minutes to get herself ready, but when she turned back to Kira's mom, two of the Oni were standing behind her.

Kira looked back at Eva before she stepped sideways and let go of her hand, her gaze flickering in worry between Eva the one Oni that stepped forward towards her.

Eva gulped as her gaze flickered up to the dark figure that hovered above her, and she struggled to suppress her gasp when it reached forward to grab the back of her head, its thumb pressing behind her ear. The dull yellows held Eva's gaze and struck a coldness in her frame that made her feel almost hollow, numb – and it was almost the best way she'd ever felt since the funeral.

But when it let her go with a burning behind her ear, Eva realized she had no more energy to keep herself up on her feet anymore, nor had she any energy to keep her eyes open or her brain alert. It felt like she was being sucked down – it felt like she was drowning.

And as she collapsed to the ground everything melted into darkness.