Sagesse ☾ Derek Hale {2}

forty-three; back from the dead

I cautiously walk down the stairs into the living room. I lets my eyes sweep the room, making sure there isn't a soul in sight before sprint to the front door. My hand grips the door handle, but I freeze when I can feel a gaze on my back. I inhale slowly, turning my head to look over my shoulder. My eyes widen when I see Allison standing there, staring at me blankly. I want to say something, but my brain is blank. I let my hand slowly fall from the doorknob and feel my mouth about to open she just shakes her head. "Ally-"

She turns to face the basement door, where I'm sure my father is waiting for her to go down. I wait for her to walk out without a word, but now she stands frozen. I can the internal battle happening in her mind before her voice comes out low, "You have been lying to me. All this time, so many lies, Abigail. I don't know who you are anymore. I feel like that night at the Hale house my sister died and she never really came back." I don't anything when she finally looks back to me, tears about to spill over from both eyes. I shake my head lightly, trying to think of any way I could possibly explain to her that I'm still here. I'm still her sister. But I can't. She blinks quickly, clearing away almost of all of the emotion from her face. She looks away from again before opening the basement door, "Just feed me a lie and disappear. That seems to be what you do best." I cringe at her words, feeling like she just twisted a knife so deep into my soul, I'll never get it out.

After she walks down the steps to the floor below me, I stand staring at the spot she just resided. I want to run after her and just explain everything, in anyway I can. I think of how close we've always been growing up and want to tell her that we can have that again. But if I'm being honest, the day my father introduced me to the hunting lifestyle, a small wedged was placed between us. And with everyday since moving to Beacon Hills, it's been hammered further and further down between us. 

I feel the wetness on my cheek before I even realize what is happening. Letting out a frustrated groan, I wipe away the tear and turn back to the door. I spot midturn when I meet Gerard's eyes, assuming while I was daydreaming in despair, I didn't hear him approach. I realize his body is slightly blocking the front door and I look between the two.

"Sister trouble?" I blink before feeling my eyes squint in his direction. Suddenly it's like there is a spot light shinning on Gerard, pointing him out in my mind. I feel dread slowly fill my body, from head to toe, meeting his eyes. Something evil shinned there, evil that now I realize has always been there. It just seems brighter now, more prominent. 

I try to keep my face in passive as I look to the door behind him, "It's all good. I have somewhere I have to be if you could move."

He only shakes his head and sends me a false look of concern, "I think you should talk about it, Abigail. About how you've turned your back on your family, on everything you've been taught, to protect some werewolf you've just met." I feel my face fall, but cover my fear with a deep glare. I don't move, not wanting to give into his intimidation, but when he leans in to whisper in my ear I almost break. "About how you killed your mother?"

I reel my hand back and step away like he just touched me with a hot metal poker. I feel my breathing become elevated and anger like I've never felt before fills my chest. His mouth only forms a smirk as he waits for me to break. I only meet his eyes with hate radiating in mine, "Like I said, I have somewhere I have to be." I take step to move around him when he reaches out to grip my arm. For a second, it's like I take a backseat in my own body as something else takes control. I feel my eyes brighten and my hand grips the wrist attached the hand stopping me. I feel satisfied when he groans lightly and flexes is hand in my grasp, letting go of my arm.

His widen as they meet mine before he nods his head lightly, as if he's confirming. "Don't touch me. And do not try to stop me. Ever again." I drop his arm quickly and step around him, ignoring the small smirk on his face. I stop when I see my reflection in the glass window of the front door. My eyes glowing a deep purple hue before I close them tightly, letting out a small breath. I focus before opening them again, but the color remains the same.