The Sun Has Always Said I Love You (A crosspost Sterek from AO3)

Chapter 2: Lay Your Hair Down

ATTENTION, character POV shift for good reason. The story is only in the first person for this chapter to help you have a complete understanding of her personality, and also, to articulate how strange everything is not, as far as she is concerned.

Warning(s) so far: Allusions to someone being thrown into a volcano, a tad graphic but not too much. The character turns off emotions, though does not do anything evil/malicious, merely has ZERO (0) tact. Wolves chased into woods by townsfolk, townsfolk try reading the bible at "demon", the "demon" is offended, but decides to just send them home regardless. Wolves were injured in the writing of this chapter but will heal quite easily, no worries, it's not yet any of your faves.

"You take people, you put them on a journey, you give them peril, you find out who they really are." ~Joss Whedon

I hated being immortal, the burns were going to last weeks, and nothing I did will ease the mental reminder of these, people, volunteering me to be thrown into a damn volcano.

It takes a while for me to climb out of the volcano itself, in order to do so I have to "shut down" my emotions, so to speak, so that I don't notice the pain of my skin knitting, burning, and re-knitting over and over and over again. As I emerge from the volcano there are panicked whispers from everyone except my family. In truth, they are a coven of several witches, vampires, two werefoxes, and exactly one werewolf, and we have been together forever. "We're moving," I said it as though it were final, and in this case, they owe me that I'm sure.

Nina, a vampire history buff who still remembers the 00's a bit too well says "Yes but like, just about everybody is in to sacrifice so like, where do you wanna go, let's at least make a list or something."

Amira is applying soothing creams to the burns, because she remembers that sort of thing, and so that she could give me a potion that will turn on my emotions so to speak.

Michael, the werewolf we found recently says "Why don't we go a few centuries into the future? That sort of thing is outlawed in most places there. We could finally go to that little town in California we heard about that one time! With that really big pack? I'd love to meet more wolves." A collective nod from my coven as we walk home to pack, it has been a while since we've coexisted with other weres.

"I will sleep until I am awoken then. You will find me?" I ask Shaki the strongest and most powerful of our witches gives me my necklace, a special collection of charms that help them track me down, and wake up memories for everyone.

"Of course Nebula, we will find you soon." Soon for my kind is not actually soon, but they understand my need to rest, my coven has always been good at letting me rest.

"Then I will walk to what is approximately Beacon Hills, and when you find me you will wake me. For now, I am going to prepare for a rest." Amira is a Jem, my skin is already shedding, and is healing back as I walk. I'll probably still need a burning though. But later.

"Nebula love be careful, and apply this ointment to your burns, stay out of the sun for at least a week, drink plenty of water, eat fruits stay away from meats while this heals, don't do a burning until these have healed either-" Miguel a vampire with an Italian accent calms her with a touch on her shoulder and a whispered spell we'd learned for one another for various reasons, it's a spell to ease one away from panic.

"Amira, my love, she is a big girl, she can take care of herself. Now come, we must prepare for our trip home."

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They pack me a bag, with clothes, and food, and potions as I rest, and we sleep in a pile together until dawn the next evening. When the sun has set, and we have had our final feast, a tradition among our coven for as long as I can remember, we leave, almost as though we were never there in the first place.