Chapter Text
She stumbled to the ground, hitting the cold surface with enough force to create noise, but it was eerily silent, the sound she should have made vacuumed into nothing. Her vision squinted shut, slow to adjust to the darkness that blinded her. She rose slowly, minding the immense pain spreading through her body.
It was a strange sensation. She felt like she was floating despite the cold and solid ground beneath her feet, but she couldn’t determine where she was, because every ounce of pain seemed to concentrate in her head. She had no awareness of depth or space or distance. She felt weightless, hollow, yet she could feel the ground lower with every move she tried to make. All of a sudden she heard a thud, something fell to the ground and the pain stopped. She rose her head and paled - she was starring at her lifeless body, but before she could do a bright light covered the once dark place.
She couldn’t determine a source of the blinding light--it seemed to exist everywhere, from all sides and angles, so blindingly bright that it was immediately terrifying. She felt it could shine light into every part of her, to reveal the blank emptiness that took the place of who she once was, the shivering darkness that consumed her as she watched her light fall prey to her own demons.
“Hello?” She expected an echo, his voice to fill the void that surrounded her, but her voice barely registered, the tremendous vacuum taking the sound and disintegrating it until it no longer existed. Until she wondered whether she had made any sound at all, whether she was even alive anymore. Had she finally lost herself?
She was instantly afraid. She had no memory of getting to this place. She had no concept of how long she had been here. She looked down at her body and her eyes widened. She thought her feet were touching the ground, but as she looked again, she had no feet, no legs or arms or body at all. She was a figure of mist and unformed shape, and though she could not identify her features, she still felt like a being. She somehow still existed, but as a being that was simultaneously weightless and leaden.
“Your need for chaos has brought this upon yourself.”
She tried in vain to find the origin of the voice. It filled her space from the inside - she wondered if it didn’t come from inside herself entirely.
“Your thirst for power. Your appetite for destruction. These are the things that have ruined you and your loved ones.”
She tried to speak - to argue or to contradict the words she heard. She felt these impulses rise as quickly as a vapor, but she found herself unable to utter a word.
“You are dead. Your body is torn apart and bleeding on the ground. Your mind lost to its own hell What remains now is what you are. Soulless, empty - a broken could of mist.”
Terror filled her veins as she realized what the voice was saying, and a memory emerged inside of her mind: a pack - her family. Claws and fangs and blood and darkness. She had fought; she had been the only one felt and she had lost. She had failed her chosen family. And now she was here - wherever here was.
“Your evil deeds condemn you - you have manipulated, you have lied, you have betrayed and you have killed.”
Her mind fought against the words the voice imparted to her, but she could not escape them. As the voice spoke, memories flooded the space around, playing on an endless loop. She could no longer block all the vile and unspeakable thought - they invaded her sight and filled her soul with torment. Images of claws and death, of soil and fire. Bones broken and limbs mangled. Flashes of death and pain, of gunshots and the sound of knives meeting flesh.
“You have forsaken your spirit” Faces flashed before her in succession, faces she knew, faces she once loved, but had failed and betrayed.
“You have stolen. You have abused the power you were given. You will pay for your sins.” The images flashed before her faster and faster, blending and blurring together until they pulsed around her, filling her senses and spaces until she could no longer decipher past or present. It built within her until it could not longer be held.
The bloodcurdling scream that ripped from her being emptied out her lost soul. It filled the void and echoed in the chambers of the unknown until it was consumed by the vacuum into nothingness.
“You will not die. You will continue living, but you are cursed. Condemned to roam the earth, endlessly watching as happiness is taken from you again and again. The parts of your soul that lost their warmth will forever be lost.”
“They still need me! I already lost the one that kept me whole, I can't lose what's left of me! You can’t do this to me.”
The empty space faded, and the figure’s vision faded to blackness. She heard the voice respond from a distance, void of emotion. “You did this to yourself.”
Screams of pain filled the void. Memories of that night - each dead of her comrades, her family went on and on as a cruel movie that never ends. She tried blocking the sound, tried covering her ears and closing her eyes as she trashed around - she had to get out. She still had a job to do; she still had to protect the only people she had left. She had to - they didn’t know what lurked in the dark, they didn't understand the danger they were into or what could become of them if darkness ever wins. She couldn't let anyone experience that... She took a vow : "Not again. Never again.", and she will do anything in her power to keep it.
xxxxxxxx
She woke up terrified. Her whole body was numb from the pain that shot through her body. She tried deep breaths as she imagined her body moving. She was used to this by now - the similarity to 'sleep paralyses' with a hint of kanima venom were nothing knew to her after over half of year of experiencing it. The days when she could sleep a full night were so rare they might as well became a myth.
She groaned as she began searching for her phone, jumping from the bed when she saw how long it had been since she went to sleep. She only meant to sleep for a few minutes, an hour if she was lucky, not over two. She cursed as she walked to the bathroom : she had to pick up Allison in 2 hours. Mikaela was used to under five minutes showers, it was the only way for her to keep up with her hectic schedule, she was used to rushing from one place to another - it was the only way to keep up with Laura when they lived togheter.
The brunette suppressed a growl; she barely had any time to see her chosen sister in the last year and now she was gone, killed by the alpha that roamed Beacon Hills - by Scott's alpha. She wondered for how long will her brother be able to fight his maker, how long will he last if, no...when he becomes an omega after she kills that bastard. She shook her head - those weren't good shower thoughts. Mika turned off the water and hurried back to her room; Scott was the last person she wanted to see.
She managed somehow to avoid him since she came back, but she didn't want to push her luck. She didn’t need Scott getting his nose in her business, not with the alpha alive. The brunette needed to play this smart, to keep Scott in the dark about her and her past and, if she could, keep that idiot away from the supernatural drama that was about to begin. She needed to kill that monster, no matter who that thing was – no one hurt her family without consequences; no one freaking kills her family and expected her not to retaliate, not after everything she’s been through with them.
“You’re leaving already?”
She rolled her eyes – so much for being lucky… “None of your business, Scotty.”
“Of course, it’s my business, you’re my sister!”
This time she did growl as she turned to face him “I am not your freaking sister. You made that clear enough already, so fuck off.”
Neither backed down. They starred at each other, anger rolling from them in waves, until Mikaela sighed. She grabbed her jacket and checked if her wallet and keys where in it, ignoring her brother. And, as if the situation wasn’t bad enough already, her phone rang; someone sent her a text – Allison sent her a text. The brunette took a step forward trying to grab her phone before Scott which, given his new nature, was impossible. She watched as his face turned red from anger and prepared herself for what she knew will come… Her brother was a creature of habit.
“Why is Allison texting you?”
She snatched her phone back as she growled louder “Ever heard of privacy, arse? We're supposed to go out, all of us, remember?”
“What the fuck does she mean by “all set for tonight”? Where are you taking her?”
She rolled her eyes as she read the next over, choosing to ignore the rest of his rant.
From : Ally
All set for tonight. Dad wants to speak to you before we leave to meet the others(sorry).
To : Ally
I kinda expected that. I have to pick Lydia up first then we're coming to get you.
That okay?
From : Ally
Perfect
Just take care
“Are you even listening to me?”
She rolled her eyes “Yes, boss. Need me to bring you a coffee? Hair gel? Something to eat? Or maybe some actual balls?
This time he was the one that growled “Allison is off-limits!”
“Oh, yeah? Why? Because yours truly says so? She’s my friend.”
“She doesn’t even know you! And once she does she’ll-“
That pushed her over the edge; she grabbed his shirt and slammed him against the nearest wall “She’ll what? Run for the hills? Why exactly? You have no fucking idea where I’ve been this past years or what the fuck I’ve been through!” she took a deep breath “If she wants to hang out with me, it’s her choice and only hers. Not mine, and certainly not yours. She makes her own decisions.”
Mikaela threw him on her bed (as best as one can throw a werewolf – push and trip) as she started walking away. She had to calm down somehow and driving around needed to do the trick. Turning on the music she started driving away from the McCall house – that house wasn’t her childhood house anymore, it was his house now. She just hopped tonight will go smoothly...yeah right.