Moonlight

23

"Come on, you seriously cannot think that I'm just a figment of your imagination?" The voice asks. I know that voice, he can't be alive, I'm dreaming. I'm just dreaming.

I turn to face it, to accurately place the voice to the person. Standing in front of me; a brown eyed, brunette, muscularity built, strong jawbone, tall, tanned guy that I loathe entirely.

My eyes widen, my body begins to shake. He smiles at my reaction. My claws retract from my hands.

"Please, do not let my presence stop you from what you were doing. " He adds in a stern voice. He looks down at my wound.

"I wasn't doing anything, nothing that concerns you, anyway." I stutter.

"I could watch you fall to your death, but I'm thinking that maybe a little revenge is necessary. You know, for killing me and turning my entire pack against me." He explains.

As he talks, his feet shuffle against the grass. His feet violently murder each blade of grass. He inches closer and closer to me. I stumble back a little.

"Ian! Ian help me!" I scream.

"Stop screaming like a child, Leah. After all, he'll never believe you, I'm supposed to be dead, right?" He asks.

"Go to hell!" I hiss between gritted teeth. He sneers, then laughs my statement off.

"Where do you think I've been for this past year?" He asks through gritted teeth.

As I stand in awe, thinking there is absolutely no way he's here, I work up the courage to step towards him.

"So, what are you doing back here?" I ask bitterly.

"I'm glad you asked." He replied with a wicked smile. The kind of smile that takes you to the lines of certifiably insane and ax murderer.

"What's with the creepy smile?" I ask, raising a brow and placing my hand on my hip.

"You are going to join me, become the villain in this little charade we've got going here." He replies. I take a step back, there is no way I'm teaming up with him.

Mr. High and Mighty, no freaking way. He's back from the dead just to try to get me to his side? I don't think so.

"Why on Earth would I ever do that?" I scoff, followed by an eye roll.

"I have a little incentive for you, you honestly don't think I would just talk to you for the hell of it, do you?" He asks. My breath becomes rapid.

"What are you talking about?" I reluctantly ask.

He stares into my eyes, suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my heart. Tears flow from my eyes. Garrison is hurt. He's killing him. I feel each wound slowly killing him. If he's hurt, I gain some of his power, like I did before. But how do I do that? I mean, when I was human, Jake intimidated me and provoked me. But now, I'm not afraid of him.

"Let him go, it's always been me. You've always wanted it to be just you killing me." I beg. He shakes his head.

"I only enjoyed causing pain to you because you were such an easy target. You had built these relationships with the pack, and I wanted to tear them down." He replies.

"If you don't join me, he'll die." He mumbles.

"I did what I felt was right. I killed you once, and I can do it again. This time, I've got more power over you." I hiss.

He smiles, his eyes slowly shift from brown to a glowing flame-like red, brighter than an Alpha's. I gasp, and slowly stumble backwards a little.

"You know, I'm sort of glad you sent me to hell," he starts.

An evil smirk spreads across his face. What could he possibly say next? That he found himself a pair while down there? That he's "changed"?

"I've picked up a few things while there. A surge of power, if you will." He adds.

I step back, my feet drag across the grass.

He blinks twice, suddenly I lose my ability to breathe. My mouth gapes as I try to take a breath. He looks at me, his brow raises in satisfaction.

My feet sweep out from underneath me, the ground is maybe a foot away from me. Dangling in the air, my hands reach my throat. My vision blurs, eyes well tears, my body begs for air.

He moves his hand, which controls my body movement. He positions me over the air, leading to the choppy water. He faces me, and just smiles a sick and twisted smile. Almost sinister at that.

"Leah? Leah, where are you?" I hear Ian call, maybe five feet away from us. I want to scream, let him know I'm here.

My vision almost fogs over, my arms and legs are limp, my head hangs.

"Join me, will you, Leah?" A fraction of my hearing is in tact. I shake my head, drawing in every amount of energy I can.

"I know someone who's dying to see you." He adds, still smirking.

He's got Garrison! That's why he wasn't home when I got there... that's why Brent was crying. He knew that it happened, and he couldn't tell me.

I'm never going to see Garrison again. Im never going to feel his warm touch, or steal his hoodies, which are way too big on me. But I like them that way. The smell of his cologne, it doesn't overpower and it's not like some perfumes where you can just smell the alcohol. His floppy brown hair, that is so soft, that he doesn't even need to brush it.

"Go to hell." I choke with whatever ounce of air that remains in my lungs.

"Let her go!" Cameron exclaims. Jake doesn't move, his hand still pointing towards me.

"I don't think you want me to do that." He mumbles. The lack of oxygen vastly causes my senses and body to shut down.

My last thought, I tried to do my best. I tried to change my pack for the better. I tried to help them. But trying isn't everything, unless you succeed.

He moves my body, but I do not pay it much mind, I'm going to be dead anyway.

Cameron balls fingers into a fist, his knuckles shine a snowy white color. His fist harshly collides with Jake's jaw. A small crack is a promising sign from Jake's jaw that it's broken. He clutches it for a moment, then smirks. His bones crack under his skin, the break heals itself.

Brent grabs him by the throat and pushes him against a tree limb. Jake smiles at them, I want to warn them that he might kill them. I can't catch a breath.

Ian doesn't break eye contact with me. He grabs a hold of my ankle, his warm hand wraps around my ankle bone. He pulls me close to him, and helps me stand on the ground. I feel my face turning pinker, pressure pushes its way onto my entire face. My lungs burn, my head pounds from the pressure.

"Cameron, knock him out!" Ian yells. Cameron nods, then lifts his fist once more.

This time, more powerful and forceful. Jake looks at me, with one glance, he breaks the ground beneath my feet. I stumble backwards, my foot slips on a rock. I begin to pass out from the lack of oxygen.

Gravity takes a hold of my body, the wind gently cradling it. The air brushes through my hair, blowing it around my face.

The cold water engulfs my entire body. I feel myself being pulled under by large waves. My arms float by my sides, my legs toss around from the waves. I open my eyes underwater, icky blue green water clouds the atmosphere. Not many fish float by, just enough to count on my own two hands.

Slowly, my eyes close. I lose consciousness.