Great Losses [Spurious Sequel] ✶On Hold✶

[14] Don't Bring The Roof Down In Here

Claire:

"Julia, you don't have to do this." The words rush out of my mouth in hopes of reasoning with her. Unfortunately even the use of her real name doesn't help in the slightest bit. She sends me a sad smile before going up the rest of the stairs.

The gloomy atmosphere intensifies the pounding in my head to the point where I have to look at the floor in hopes of dwindling the sudden pain down. Who in their lifetime will ever think that some irrational lady will not only kidnap them and someone's parents to stash in some old cellar under a mystical tree to later ritually sacrifice? I'm living it and I still can't fully wrap my head around it. Hence the unreal feeling of it all.

Now I'm worried, no terrified, of what they'll do in an attempt to find this darn tree. I know that if I'm feeling this scared then they must be feeling ten times worse. And unfortunately fear is a mighty motivator when it comes to making rash decisions.

"Why'd she bring you in?" Chris Argent asks from the support beam besides mine. I tilt my head slowly, having some remnants left of my headache still around, to look in his direction.

"I figured out where this Nemeton is at, but I don't know, I guess I should feel lucky that she didn't just kill me in my apartment." I explain with a feeble attempt at a shrug. It only irritates my still stitched covered wrist, causing me to flinch.

"How are all of you holding up." I attempt to hide the grimace off my face. The small recognizable feeling of blood dripping from the stitches on my wrists lets me know that I shouldn't move around too much or at all.

"I've seen better days." My mom answers with a small reassuring smile. I return the gesture upon seeing no harm has been done to her. Except for the emotional trauma of being kidnapped and tied up. Something that I am unfortunately more then acquainted with by now.

"This is definitely a first for me, but then again that's just me." Mr. Stilinski is quick to show that sass runs strongly in his household.

"I'm going to go out on a limb here and say they filled you in." I conclude with a sheepish smile. He nods in confirmation before the cellar goes quiet.

"I wasn't going to ask but seeing as how you all owe me this much -- what exactly are you? That is unless you're human." Sheriff directs the sentence towards me, but my mom and Chris both turn in my direction.

"Technically speaking I'm a seer, but I can't see the future." I respond. "I only see the past and I do that by reading a person's memories." In any other situation I would feel odd having to say exactly what I am. But right now I feel a sense of happiness that I finally know exactly what it is that's different about me.

And I finally am okay with what's different.

"Werewolves, kanimas, darachs, and now seers. I wonder what else this place is hiding." Mr Stilinski mumbles loud enough in a tone that implies he definitely doesn't really want to know. My headache returns and it's enough to make me look for some type of distraction.

From the corner of my eye I see Chris pull something out of his pocket. Whatever it is I can't tell from here exactly what it is, but I'm assuming that if Jennifer didn't take it then it must not be a weapon.

"Still working?" My mom asks in regards to the small device. "He said it was something used to corral werewolves." She fills me in.

"Oh so an ultrasonic emitter." I conclude. Only to earn three identical suspicious stares. "What? I like to read. Plus my younger brother is a werewolf so I kinda know plenty." They except it all expect for the hunter. Which in hindsight makes sense.

Chris gives me a look that I'm afraid to say might be one that hints he knows about the archery buddies missions, or the Waylands. He doesn't say anything about it thankfully. "We're trying to use it to attract someone but it won't be working for much longer. After that there's nothing else we can do."