"Hey princess, why don't you smile? Come on show me them pearly whites."
I roll my eyes as I continue walking down the street, ignoring the highly intoxicated man. The sound of uneven footsteps follows me down the street. I turn my head slightly, catching a glimpse of the man still following me. He tries shouting again, his words getting caught in his throat as he throws up bile.
I snicker to myself as I quicken my pace towards the forest. I always liked Colorado, the cold was kind of comforting and it always had the best forests. Raising my chin up, my eyes search for the full moon. My irises burning under the white glow. I blink furiously trying to control the coming shift when I hear the man approaching behind me.
A warm grip on my wrist spins me around, our chests colliding in the process. The man sneers, his yellow teeth discolored by the moon's glow. "I said-" He pauses, taking another swig from his bottle, "Show me- them pearrrllllyyy whites."
I dig my long canines into my bottom lip, resisting the urge to kill him right there. I remain silent as he moves his hands from my wrist to around my waist, my skin crawling at his greasy touch. "I wouldn't do that," I growl, my voice barely above a whisper. Keeping my head down, I try to hide the sudden glow of my irises as the anger consumes me.
"Aw, come on preeetttyyy girrrllly. Let's play- It'll be fun," He slurs, "Give me a kiss."
He asked for it. I slowly raise my head, my eyes locking with his. His expression drops in a matter of seconds when he notices my inhumane change. "What the fu-" I cut him off, my animal side taking over as I dig my teeth into his shoulder. His metallic blood filling my mouth as he cries out in pain. I smirk against his flesh, the pure excitement of the kill over taking my senses.
I feel a part of myself drifting away as I continue to dig into the man. Not stopping until long after he is dead.
Raising from the mangled body, I whip under my lip. Holding his bottle in my hand I raise the glass to my lips, swallowing the entire contents before throwing the glass at his feet. "You're right." I pause, flipping my now blood covered hair over my shoulder, "That was fun."
Kicking his lifeless body to the side I continue my trek into the woods. The small smirk on my lips disappearing slowly as I remember what I just did. I choke on a sob as I come to a halt.
I just killed someone! Tears spill from my eyes as I mourn. Not for the man, but for myself. The piece of myself that I just lost by killing someone.
"Terra?"
My head jerks up, the familiar voice reaching my ears. I whip my head around searching for the boy. "Please- no- I left. You have to forget about me." I whisper as I crawl away from the whisper.
The voice echoes in my head again, the volume increasing as I try to push it away. And suddenly- it stops.
I rise from my crouched position, thinking my manic phase is complete.
Out of nowhere a force collides with me, the energy from the force wrapping around me and filling my mind with foreign thoughts. The last thing I see as I collapse to the ground is the full moon.
❂
I raise my nose to the air, the scent of fresh- pumping blood sending my nerves on haywire. I laugh into the wind, slicing my claws into trees as I swiftly run past them. I follow the invisible pull of the forest towards my next target. Blood lust blocking my intuition as I pursue my destination.
The world is drowned in a sea of red as I run through the crimson trees. I lurch to a stop when I find myself exposed to the world. Stranded in the middle of the road. I furrow my eyebrows, slowly approaching a sign at the side of the road. Somewhere inside of my recognition sparks at the familiar words sprawled against the wood. Quickly dismissing the thought I jump over the sign as I feel the tether to this place pull me back into the woods.
A haunting howl escapes my lips as I near the feeling. I stop in my tracks when two howls answer me. I cock my head to the side, trying to place the familiar call to a face or memory. My mind draws a blank when the tug of the kill wraps around me again. My eyes burn in anticipation, my eyes dilating incredibly.
As I near the clearing I can sense my new victims. Sprinting into the clearing I tackle the nearest person, straddling their waist as I prepare to slash their jugular.
I hesitate when my glowing eyes meet the warm caramel ones staring up at me. I cock my head to the side, the moles on the boy's face creating an unknown pattern in my mind. Ignoring the people rushing around me, I slowly trace a clawed finger down the side of the boy's face, only slightly drawing blood.
"Terra. Find your anchor. You can control it." The boy beneath me huffs. His eyes never leave mine as I try to place the familiar face. Who is he? I know him.
I shake my head vigorously when the urge to feel the warmth of his blood pool around me. I don't want to do it.
But I have to.
I raise my arm, readying to serve the final blow, when another male knocks me backwards. He pins my once raised arm to the ground as a female scrambles to hold the other one down. I wriggle in their grasps, howling in pain as I feel the moon's force cut into me.
I can't control it. A memory suddenly floods through the barrier in my mind. The soft breeze flowing around us as we watched the sunset. But as soon as the memory comes it vanishes.
Returning to the present, I kick the two wolves to the side. Baring my teeth I threaten them to attack me again, when a sudden yank stops me. I freeze, slowly turning to the source of the pull.
At my feet, barely rising above the ground, resides a tree stump. I stare at the tree stump in wonder, the only thing not clouded by red in my vision. Cautiously reaching my hand out, I splay my fingers over a small hand print in the wood.
A white burning pain spreads through me as soon as I come in contact with the wood. I scream in pain, my once animalistic cry turning into the cry of a girl. The cry of a girl who has lost everything- only to return to the place she ran from.
I collapse, my body draping over the tree stump. My vision blurs out of focus as the surrounding figures converge around me.
A small smile creeps onto my lips when I can finally place a name on the familiar face in front of me.
Stiles.
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The memories attack the darkness. The inky black surrounding me, illuminated by the red images. I stare in horror as my mind plays through the gruesome attack. I scream at myself to stop, but my cries go unheard as I continue to tear at the man's flesh.
The image changes as I come to a clearing. My memories skipping over a chunk of time. I watch helplessly as I tackle the teenage boy clad in plaid to the ground.
Why did I come back? I left for a reason, I should have never come back. I cry, wrapping the black nothingness around me, attempting to drown out the memories.
I urge myself to stay unconscious as I feel a constant shaking come from the outside world. No- please- just let me die.
Just let me go.
My eyes flash open, a light amber flickering across my irises for an instant. I squint, slowly adjusting to the bright glow around me. I groan when I come face to face with the spastic brunette. Why couldn't he have just let me go? His smile quickly turns to a frown at my reaction.
Pushing him away from me slightly I attempt to stand. My body protests the action, only allowing me to sit up slightly. I release another groan when I realize that I'm in Stiles' bed.
Stiles sits by my waist, his eyes watching me carefully as I lean against his head rest.
"How are y-"Stiles attempts before I quickly cut him off.
"I left for a reason Stiles. I'm not staying."
"Terra- please just listen." I go to interrupt him again when he suddenly clamps his hand over my mouth, "When you were gone- I- I went out of my mind! I didn't know what happened! I didn't know what I did. Terra we were all worried about you." He hesitates, his eyes welling with tears, "Terra....I was so worried about you."
I watch in shock as he slowly removes his hand from my mouth, going to wipe away a stray tear. I stop him in the action, wiping the tear away for him.
"I'm sorry." I whisper under my breath.
Stiles catches my hand before I can retreat, holding it in place on his cheek, "Please- please don't leave again."
I shake my head, tear filling my own eyes, "I can't promise that. Stiles- you don't kn-"
"I do!" He shouts, his voice overwhelmed with emotion. He takes a deep breath before continuing, his light brown orbs never leaving my crystal blue ones, "Terra Kellina Blake...I do know." My eyes instantly widen at the use of my middle name.
Before I can stop myself, I am flinging myself at Stiles, his arms instantly wrapping around me as I burst out in tears. I feel Stiles shake as he lets out his own tears. I cry into his arms until I feel myself drifting off. The adrenaline from the full moon and killing finally wearing off.
❂
▹Stiles◃
Gently laying Terra back down, I tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear before leaving the room. I whip under my eyes before making my way downstairs towards the living room. I hesitate in the doorway, my worn out friends slumped against the kitchen table in dreariness.
Scott raises his head when he hears me approaching, "How is she?"
"Better. She fell back asleep."
"Does she remember?" I shake my head, my eyes trained on the tiled floor. "You saw it to, right?" Scott asks his eyes wide in fear. I nod, my eyes filling with tears again as I remember the night.
How could I forget?
I look back up, my eyes meeting with each of my friends. All of their eyes drooping from exhaustion, but also full of fear. Full of fear because of Terra. Full of fear because of what we saw tonight.
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A/N: Guys... I literally cried writing Sterra's reunion. My emotions are out of control because I've been writing nonstop and I'm running on about 2 hours of sleep. Lord help me finish this story without falling apart because of feels for fictional characters!
edited 9/29/16