Void

3-

It's maybe three am when I return home. I sit on my couch watching the news.

"Two local teenagers, Vernon Boyd III and Erica Reyes have been missing all summer. If you've heard or seen the two, please contact the police..." I pout staring at the young kids.

After changing the channel, I decide to turn off the tv and write in my journal. I journal until my wrist aches, then I find myself asleep.

"Derek, what if Scott sees us?" I giggle.

"He won't." He pushes me against the wall.

I unzip his leather jacket and push it off his shoulders. He's wearing a tight black v neck with some jogger pants. He pushes his hands up my gray tshirt dress and I moan softly. I rip off his shirt and he lays me on a giant tree stump. I can't tell whether it snags on the stump or his claws but the dress is ripped. He climbs on top of me and I eagerly push his pants down. He pushes inside making me moan and I dig my nails into the tree. I realize I'm drawing power and hurting him in the process. This is the nemeton.

Gasping awake, I wash myself quickly and pull on sleep shorts with a black tee shirt. I start breakfast, which I plan on making extras. I make chocolate chip pancakes, normal pancakes, extract an assortment pancake toppings, veggie scrambled eggs, and fresh coffee. After setting the table, I hear milling around and Melissa almost screeches. I hear more shuffling as Scott, his alpha, his friend, and Stiles appear. My eyes widen and I try to act normal.

"You're the best Neffy, I don't remember the last time someone made such a giant breakfast." Stiles hugs me with one arm and starts filling his plate.

"Where's the meat?" Derek asks.

"I'm a vegetarian, I don't believe in killing animals for nutritional value when their soul is just as important as our own." I reply fiercely.

He raises an eyebrow, then I sigh looking at the pitcher of orange juice needing to be freshly squeezed.

"I'm gonna make some more orange juice." I turn on my heel.

They dig in and I juice over two pounds of oranges. I need to find this nemeton for answers. I grab my book of Beacon, and get changed into some jeans with a hoodie.

"I have to find this place, sorry for rushing." I kiss Melissa's head without breaking stride to the back door.

"No, young lady, you need breakfast." She demands.

I spoon eggs into a pancake then add cheese on top and cram it down my throat. I sprint out, "NEFERTITI MCCALL", being screeched after me, then open my book to telluric currents. I begin searching for the nemeton. I know it's in the center of the preserve so I pull out my black paint and draw the symbol on my throat. Feeling my powers slowly awaken, I walk with eyes closed until I feel those vibrations.

"Oh my gosh." I allow my jaw to fall slack and see it.

Just like in my dream, when we had sex on the center. It's giant. Climbing into the clearing, I sit on the tree and feel all the dead witches around, all the dead supernatural. My phone vibrates and I answer it seeing it's almost nine pm.

"Hello!"

"Nef, where are you?" Scott asks.

"I'm sorry, I'll be home." I hang up and use my powers to get me to the back door in two minutes.

Once I enter, they look at me like a maniac.

"I've been trying to contact you for hours, what happened? I thought you got abducted." Melissa hugs me.

My hoodie rides up showing my witch mark tattooed on my entire back. I pull it down self consciously and sigh.

"I'm fine Mel, next time I'll be more careful. I was just in the woods." I squeeze her tight.

She pulls away and begins crying while cupping my face.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be reacting this way, I'm not-"

"Yes you are Melissa McCall, when my mother left this plane, you became my mother. It's okay, I'm fine." I kiss her forehead and she sighs going upstairs.

She has an early shift. Scott's friends leave so it's me and Scott sitting on the couch in the living room.

"I can tell something is up Nef." He moves so he's sitting next to me.

"Since when have you been a werewolf? Who turned you?" I ask looking at him.

"Sophomore year, Peter Hale bit me and rampaged all over town until Derek ripped open his throat becoming an alpha and building his pack. They fell apart, Lydia Martin helped Peter unknowingly get resurrected and now two of Derek's pack members are missing, those teens. Now, what are you Nef?"

"I'm a witch, specifically the head witch in Salem of my coven. Strong bloodlines from all over USA straight out of hot supernatural hubs like Salem and Beacon Hills." I meet his wolf eyes showing him my witch eyes.

"How long have you been this way?"

"I came into power the moment my mother died. I couldn't conceal it so I ran, and Melissa helped me run. She has known all along, but I suppressed the memories so she wouldn't be in danger. It looks like you couldn't let that happen Scotty." I joke knocking his shoulder.

"What can you do?"

"Let's ride around on broomsticks across the night sky!" I wink.

He looks at me unsure of if I'm joking or not and I just lead him to the backyard. After breaking off two limbs, I add some sticks, lavender, and thyme. After a simple incantation, The broomsticks activate and we take off. Scotty on a broom is strange, but I just adjust his hands to proper flight position and give him small pointers.

"Why do witches get such a bad rap for being satanic whores?" He speaks the last word under his breath.

"My kind have what mortals wish to grasp." I speak softly.

He looks over and I sigh thinking about that dream.

"What is Derek's deal? He's an interesting character." I inquire.

"I'll tell you all about Derek once we get home." He races me back to the rooftop.