"She is Beautiful but she's Beautiful in the way a Forest Fire is Beautiful. Something to be admired in the distance... not up close" -Kira London
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(Sequel to We Must Be Killers)
Wolves and Foxes don't mix.
Everyone knows that.
There i...
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Song: 'Roots' by Imagine Dragons
It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get. It just matters how much work you decide is worth the end result. For there's always a person, or obstacle that will try to get in your way, to throw you off. How well you play it off or dodge the incoming impact is how well you will rise. Because in this life, you're nothing without power.
My internal battle between good and evil that has been recurring ever since I stepped back into this town has came to a head. For years I was a sweet, loving, girl with her whole life ahead of her, but just one thing can come crashing down on you and you'll be defined at how strong you are from how fast you rise from the fall. It changes everything and remakes even the most hopeful and lightest people out to be something else entirely. Something of our nightmares.
The small rolled up paper rolls between my fingers. Giving me the power to do something selfless for a change or selfish which is the word most people describe me as. I hold the power to do something with this scroll in my hands.
A heavy breath exits through my nose, my head snuggling deeper into the soft pillow and the comforter up under my arms to cover my naked body. The room still smells of sex and it would make me giddy at any other moment. I just lost anything left pure about me and it was with a guy I have been in love with since I was high school.
I love him. The emotion of fear I get when I think I'm growing too attached to someone isn't there which shocks me. I always get scared if I grow attached to someone then they'll leave like everyone else did. Just one of my many issues. But I am undeniably in love with Derek. There's no way I could deny it to anyone including myself.
But ever since Derek told me about the Calaveras being here in Beacon Hills I've been on edge. These kids I've grown to care about don't need the addition of gang-like hunters snooping through town. I'm not even sure why they're here in the first place but I don't care. The fact of the matter is that they don't need to be here.
My ears twitch when hearing Derek downstairs play with something. I don't know what it is that's captured his attention in the middle of night but I have no room to judge. He fell asleep beside me, but when I woke up a couple hours later I've noticed his absence from the bed and somehow I found myself laying in the middle of this comfortable bed, playing around with an ancient scroll unable to go back to sleep.
I sigh one last time before throwing the comforter off me. I need to get my mind off this scroll before I throw a tantrum. The cold air makes my body go rigid and goosebumps erupt across my skin causing me to quickly grab Derek's shirt that was discarded in the corner of the room and tugging it over my head and letting it fall to my mid-thigh. It's builds a little heat with me in it enough to cause the goosebumps to go away but a slight shiver still lasts.
It still smells like his cologne and a woodsy smell from all the times he goes out into the woods practically every day. It gives me a sense of peace and tranquility, that nothing else matters in this moment.
