Is it O.K to Fangirl? The Pack story

Our Arrival (Mac)

   After a little while of playing tricks on the guys, I decided to go and sit back down again.  I went over to the blindfold and made sure no one was looking. I quickly turned back into a person and put the blindfold back on. I hope no one noticed hat I was the cat, well except Lachlan.
It was about 15 or so minutes until the van screeched to halt and the back doors opened allowing me to see some light through the blindfold. I didn't stand up I just waited till the told me to get up because I knew there would be consequences if I got up by myself.
As soon as I was told to stand up, I get a hand on my shoulder. They guided me out of the van and into a building. I could tell I was inside because there was air conditioning. Preston must not be around, or they have the AC on really high. But then again I'm always hot so I guess I can't really tell if Preston is around as well as others, well I guess I could remember his scent. Not to sound creepy or anything. I am part cat and can turn into a cat.
"You can take off the blindfold now," Mitch snapped. Guess it's his time of the month or something. Lachlan and I both laughed at the comment I made. He just glared at us.
I noticed Lachlan was carrying an unconscious Luna. She was smiling tho, the first time she's really smiled in a while. She hasn't really smiled ever since her parents moved away. She's been in a sort of depression, and I want sure how to help her out with it. I've been dealing with depression myself, but for a much longer time so I've learned how to put my feelings aside. I normally act my emotions instead of really feeling them. My emotions actually died with my parents long ago.
For someone if my kind, if you lose your parents then you loose something else as well, but you gain something that will come when it needs to. When it does come, however, you'll lose something else. When my parents died I lost my emotions. I e learned to deal with it, and make jokes and how to make it look like I'm really feeling emotions. It's kind of sad once you think about it, but I wouldn't really know.
As for the thing that I am supposed to gain, well I haven't discovered that yet and it's been 16 years since the day I lost my emotions. There have been rumors that you can get back the thing you lost, but those are only rumors.
"I didn't know that had happened to you. I'm so sorry. It makes me feel worse that we kidnapped you guys, but Mirch said that we need you both. He never told us what for though. I wish there was a way we could help you get your emotions back. Wow, I can't believe you went 16 years without feeling any emotions. I don't know how you did it," Lachlan empathized with me through telepathic communication.
"I'm used to it. Really," I responded out loud.
"Hush. Here's where you guys will be staying, for quite awhile. Heh," Jerome smirked. (Not in a lustful way like a creepy 'I know what's going on' smirk)
They lead us into a large, gray room with two beds, a small couch, a desk, and a closet full of clothes. The clothes seemed to be Luna and I's size, have they been watching us?
I sat down on one of the beds and Lachlan laid Luna down on the other bed. He then left, shutting the door, but not with out letting out a small laugh. What's his deal? Is he nice or is just another act? I can't tell.
        I got off the bed I was sitting on and looked around the room. A journey sitting on the desk caught my eye. It had a flame on it. Is this Preston's journal?
        I opened the Journal and read the first page.
He said we need them. To help us. To help them. We need them. That's all he said. He's gone crazy trying to find them. I need to get out of this place. It's getting dangerous. I can't stay here any longer. The girl I knew very well and her friend. Those are the ones he wants. The ones he needs. It couldn't be them, could it? Is it really my sister and her best friend? Are they the ones he's talking about? Could it be? Is it true? Has she yet to discover the hidden powers of our family yet? I know she already has a power, but she has yet to gain her real power? She'll probably be afraid of it once she gets it. Unless... No.. They can't be true. The rumors. About an emotionless girl. Is it her? Is it my sister? My sister Mac? Is it? Please, don't let it be her. It's not her.  Is it? 
     Is this person talking about me? Who is this person? I don't have any family. My mom, dad, and older brother died that day. The day I lost my emotions. Well, not all of them. They let me keep one. Fear. There's only one thing I'm afraid of, and it's on the cover of this journal. Fire. Yes, I'm afraid if fire. Ever since that day.
                              ~Flashback~
    "Momma! Papa! P! Look! Teehee~" I walked up to my parents and my older brother. I showed hem my cat ears and tail. I was so excited. I had been the one they talked about. The one that would come into this family one day. My parents were so happy. My brother was a bit jealous that he wasn't the one, but he put it aside for me.
     "That's awesome Mac. We are so proud of you! Your going to be great! We just know it. You'll bring greatness to this family," my parents explained, testy eyes that it was there child. The one that could change things.
        I never could pronounce my brothers name, or remember it, so I just called him P. He was always there for me.  No matter what.
    I was only three when I got my ears and tail. The orange represented our family. A family of fire for many years.
       P loved to play with fire. He swore it wouldn't hurt him but I knew it could hurt many people.
        Two days after I got my ears and tail, something tragic happened. P was playing with fire, like he usually did, but this time it got out of hand. The match he lit fell out of his hand when he went to go pick up the box of matches. It quickly started to spread all over the room he was in. He screamed and yelled for help. I was in the room next to his and I rushed over only to be met by orange flames engulfing my beloved older brother. I started to cry. But I still ran down stairs to warn momma and papa.
     It was too late. By the time I got downstairs, the kitchen and the living room were covered by what my family called hope. Fire was hope for them, but it was fear for me. I called out to momma and papa.
      "Momma! Papa! Where are you? Momma! P! H-he got stuck in the fire! Momma help me! Papa! Where are you?!"
      "Over here Mac! Come quickly sweetheart. Come to the back room. Quickly!" Momma yelled.
      I ran to the back room. I saw momma and papa standing together, waiting for me with open arms. I started to run towards them when the flames crawled towards my parents and caused the roof to collapse on top of them. I ran over to my father.
     "Mac," his voice was low and raspy. "We know that you being the way you are, you will lose something along with us. But... Whatever you lose... I know... Your brother knows... Momma knows... You can push through. So please... My sweet flame kitty... Push through. Not for us, but for you. Be strong... Be kind... Be caring... But most of all push through all of life's obstacles. We love you," my father said as he slowly closed his eyes, letting his end come.  I ran out of what was once my home, and stood crying forever. I heard sirens coming, but they soon turned to a sound  that felt miles away.
        When the fire was put out. I was no longer crying. I just stood there, empty.  I was now an abnormal three year  old with no parents, no family, no place to call home, and most of all no emotions.
                        ~flashback end~
        I heard the sound of snoring behind be and I saw that Luna was fast asleep. I looked at the clock and it read 11:48 pm.  Was I really up that late just remember that day?
        I didn't want to sleep yet, so I figured I would go out to the guys and ask if they knew whose journal it was. I walked towards the door, and slowly opened it, not wanting to wake up Luna. I walked out into the hall and followed he light to a big room with two couches, two side tables, a coffee table in between T that two couches, and a TV. All the guys were piled onto of each other laughing.
They stopped when they saw me.
        "What are you doing out here so late, and what is that in your hand?" Vikk questioned.
"Umm. THIS," I held up the journal." Is why I'm out here. Do any of you know whose it is? I read the first page, but only that. I'm sorry if I invaded any of your guy's privacy. I was curious. "
"Well you know what they say, curiosity killed that cat. Fortunately for you, we need you, so the cat can live to be curious again, but not if she's curious like this again," Mitch remarked.
"I know whose journal that is," Rob spoke. "It's P's."
"P?" I asked remembering my dead brother.
"Preston."
"Oh. Well, here Preston," I handed him the journal. "I thought it was yours ba use of the flame on the front. By the way, I didn't know you had a sister named Mac. Is she, by any chance, younger than you by 3 years?"
"Yeah, why?"
"No reason really. I just had an older brother, who I always called P because I would always forget his name. He was three years older than me, but he died when I was three. Along with my emotions," I mumbled that last part.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that-?"
"Mac,"
"Right, Mac," his eyes widened when he realized my name. I saw a small flicker of fire burn in his eyes, and I was scared. The only feeling I felt was fear, and the only fear I had was of fire. I'm not going to lie Preston scares me. Being able to control fire and all.
I started to freak out and then I eventually was hyperventilating. I don't know how fast it happened, but all I remember was me falling to the ground, expecting to hit the hard wood flooring, but instead landed in a soft bed of flowers. Them everything went black.

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Hey guys Mac-chan here. I'm so so so so so sorry I haven't updated in forever. I actually took a break from wattpad for a little while. I hope this chapter makes up for it. It probably doesn't, but I'll try to update at least twice a week. I'm super lazy tho so don't be surprised if I miss an update.
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Well that's all for now peeples
Mac-chan out! Peace!