Azure

Chapter 3-Control Lost

"I don't understand why you don't just come live with me" I said in exasperation as i sat on one of the burnt cupboards in our old house.
Since Derek came back to Beacon Hills, he had been living in our old home which had been burnt down six years ago. I was only 10 when it had happened, but i remembered it vividly. The heartbreak of loosing almost your whole family in one swoop. The old house, anyways, was barely standing. The wood was charred and rotting from rain and mites. I'm surprised it was still standing. There were holes in the floors, windows, walls. Cobwebs and dust were shining everywhere, looking like spiders had taken up residence.
"I just want to stay out the way Natalia" he sighed, flicking through a book.
Jumping up from the cupboard, i heard creaking and breaking. I'm thankful it didn't collapse when i sat on it.

Brushing the back of my legs, i turned and met my brother's eyes.
"How was Scott turned?" I asked suddenly, running my hands through my hair.
"I don't know but don't tell Scott more than he needs to know. With these hunters, we need to be careful" He responded, standing up and putting the book down.
"We will, i will" i told my brother.
"Good. I can't loose another family member" he whispered, kissing my head.
I frowned, the behaviour unusual for my brother. I guess loosing Laura has really made him see the value of family.

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I wandered the busy halls, looking for the two idiots i called my friends. I spotted the pair talking in hushed whispers, obviously something werewolf related.
"What are you girls gossiping about?" i asked, scaring the pair as they yelled.
"Allison's family are hunters" Scott whispered, frowning deeply.
"Yeah i know," I shrugged, "stop worrying you'll get wrinkles" i carried on as i smoothed a hand over Scott's forehead.
"You knew?!" Stiles exclaimed, causing a few people to glance over at us in annoyance and curiosity.
"Yeah. I talked to my brother this morning. It's her dad, right?" I asked, Stiles giving me a sympathetic look.
Raising an eyebrow, i met his gaze.
"Isabelle is one too. I heard someone ask her dad where she was" Scott responded, my heart dropping.
She must know what i am, who i am. Why was she being so nice to me? Maybe it was a ploy?
"That's...whatever. Scott, you need to be careful" i warned as i thought to myself.
She knows what i am, she must. Her whole family probably wants me dead, which explains why her mother was glaring daggers into when i brought her back from the party.

Stiles grabbed my arm, dragging me somewhere i had clearly not taken notice of hearing. When they got near the changing rooms, i broke free and went to the benches to watch practice. Some of the boys were already there, chatting in their kits as the couch watched on in distaste. I quite liked the coach, even though he tended to belittle people. It was funny watching him work the boys to the bone because half of them deserved to be treat that way.
Stiles and Scott ran out a few minutes later along with a few other boys. The coach immediately started firing insults and commands at them. After a few seconds, they set off running like a herd of gazelles from a lion.

A presence next to me caused me to look up, almost having a heart attack at seeing Isabelle. She was silent, like a killer. Makes sense.
"Look, i know what you are" She began, nobody taking a glance at our hushed conversation.
We were sat near the back of the bleachers, out of earshot of anyone.
"Oh God," I mumbled, "Look i'm sorry for lying...or not telling you-..i-" I began to say, not being able to form a coherent sentence to explain i was sorry for being born as a werewolf.
"You don't have to apologise," she began was a sincere look as she grabbed my hand. The action caused me to smile inwardly as her warm skin pressed against mine, "you were born into it. Plus, i don't agree with my family's ways. I think if a werewolf is terrorising somewhere, it's fair. But hunting whole families to extinction? It's wrong"
I couldn't stop the smile on my face at her ideals. She was a hunter with morals, not a senseless killer like the ones who killed our family.
"I'm glad you think that, not many people do" I shrugged as she mirrored my smile.