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STORM I am re-enacting Isabella and her werewolf protectors. If she was looking for ways to scare me off it is working so damn well. Because if there was something I wouldn’t put on myself is generational purpose. I don’t want it, I don't believe in it and I am not about to be brainwashed into something that could be ruled as a total coincidence. This isn’t the type of movie in which the girl simply accepts her fate without thinking. I am thinking and I say no. “yeah, I don’t know what you want me to tell you but I can tell you one thing I am not.. and it's Isabella's reincarnation,” I shake my head looking at her like she has grown two heads in the last minutes we have been talking. “of course, you aren’t,” she laughs and I just stare at her. “you aren’t, the only thing you have is the curse on you.” It keeps getting better and better, isn’t it? “I don't feel so cursed at the moment,” I shrug. “so how are the mates that they were partnered with?” “What?” I am lost. “Before y
COLE I am not naïve, nor am I swayed by anyone. That’s why I am left behind as the boys leave and Landon decides to stay with me behind. “I would feel if she was in danger or scared. So would Dean,” he says as he leans against the stone mable that’s on the porch. “I know, but we would be far away to help her if she needs to be helped,” I furrow my brows as I look far ahead. I don’t trust my grandmother, I don’t trust anyone with Storm, except for the four of us. And she had already said all that was needed for me to know I couldn’t leave storm behind with her. “I can pick up what they are saying. I thought she hated Storm,” Landon looks at the red door the wind whipping his hair to his face. “That’s something I know my grandmother would do. she disarms you with little conversations. My father doesn’t like her that much either.” Family dysfunctionality isn’t new to any of us, but hearing her disapproval of Storm the first second they met rubbed me the wrong way. “Should we be e
STORM To say that I feel like I am drowning is an understatement. “I am going to catch fresh air,” I push past the boys as I walk outside, taking my coat as I go. Cole grabs my arm to stop me and I turn to look at him. “What happened?” he asks me and his eyes search my face and I just shake my head. He is not going to find anything if he is looking to see what I am thinking. “Nothing I just need to think a little bit,” I sigh, as I wear my coat. “I will come with it,” he starts to wear the coat he had removed a minute ago when they came in but I stop him. “no, you need to hear what your grandmother told me, and I need to be alone right now.” If she is going to tell them all that she has told them, I don’t need to sit down and rehash it all over. I know she is going to tell them I am also a flight risk so, I don't need to sit and take part in seeing the boys’ faces of betrayal. He doesn’t stop me when I pull away and open the door. None of them does, and I exhale once I am out
LANDON Unbelievable. I can't seem to wrap my head around the fact that Storm, my storm, is meant to destroy us and that's her true reason for her showing up. “she hasn’t done any of that,” I want to shout but I don’t. I don’t want to rail myself and get all emotional, causing a great deal of havoc in this woman’s house. “it doesn’t mean she won't. It's in her blood. I think you all should be careful with her. I have seen it over and over,” she says. “you mean when you were killing them?” this is ridiculous. She even mentioned she wanted to kill Storm before realizing oh how we are all connected and how this is oh so different like we should applaud her. I want to strangle her, be it damned that she is Cole’s grandmother. “where is she? I need to be getting ready for my blood work,” she asks and I grit my jaw. This woman rubs me in all the wrong ways. How can someone be related to such an evil bloodline and come out good? not that Cole is an angel but these people he is related
STORM I groan as I open my eyes, and I immediately jerk awake, feeling a little dizzy. My mouth is dry and my throat feels like sandpaper. I feel resistance in my hands and my legs as well. I am tied to a chair. I raise my head as I look around and sure enough, I am in another warehouse. A laugh slips out of me. I have come to have a special relationship with warehouses, maybe I should try to have another kind of relationship that isn’t as toxic as this one. Maybe, if I get out of here alive because, by the looks of it, I am going to have a hard time getting out of here alive. Men are loitering around the warehouse moving boxes of some sort and none of them are talking. They just move in sequence at this quiet pace and when I look at their waists, there are guns one is even strapping a few of them on his thigh, his chest trapped with a bullet chain. “Miriam!” I shout, ready to face the bitch, I am not here to people-watch. “I am awake you bitch, come and face me!” I shout and I f
DEAN It feels like something out of an action movie. Only, it isn’t. it's unfolding right in front of us and we have no idea what the fuck is going on. Storm is facing the woman who looks like she is too classy to be found in this part of town and hits our girl like she has a death wish. Cole is next to me, seated on the floor outside the warehouse as he holds his face and that’s right after I saw Storm’s nose get broken. That’s not even the most surprising. It's all the things that are being exchanged between the town and the fact that Storm did even flinch or cry out when she got messed up a few secong ago. “I am going in,” Kyle says as he growls beside us and Landon pushes him so hard on the wall that a lesser man would have broken something. “you get in here, we all die, or worse, she dies. Got it?” “so we stand here as she gets beaten and tortured for our amusement, got it,” Kyle pushes Landon hard on the chest and they look like they are about to hit each other. “what the
STORM I am in pain and I am laughing. It's not because of the humor that Miriam has, no. The bitch can't tell a joke to save her life. It’s the fucking situation I am in. I can feel that my kneecap is broken, both of them and the pain is so blinding I forgot to breathe for a second when she hit me with that hammer. I should have known that she would have the same ruthlessness and sickening slow pace as her father. “I am sorry I wasn’t a real true friend like you had hoped, I had a mission to do and I did. I used you to get closer to your father, that's all.” “that’s not good enough,” she swings the hammer aiming for my right wrist and I jerk immediately, falling with the chair. The action causes me to use the element of surprise and I break free of the binds that were in my hands and I am grabbing her leg, pulling her down towards me. The men all of a sudden are shouting and I have no time to see what is going on but guns are going off. “you aren’t escaping from me this time,
LANDON We are losing her. “do something dammit, she is losing mounts of blood!” I am yelling at the woman; she only looks at me, not doing anything. “you all need to get away from here to allow me to do something, otherwise I can't help you,” she says and I smack my fist on the wall leaving a fist imprint t on it. she doesn’t flinch and watches us all get out of the room. When the door slams shut, I am on the glass wall peering in as I watch storm being fixed by the human doctors. I feel this horrible emotion in my stomach like one I had when I realized my family was dead. I can't lose her, not her. “shit, shit, shit!” “it's going to be fine, she is going to be fine, she is strong. She wanted me to be there for her, so she is not gone,” Cole puts a hand on my shoulder and I almost crumble but I nod, steeling myself, I watch as they remove the knife, and blood pours out of her chest like a dam. Those evil bastards dampened her wolf, and now she is completely fragile, her wolf ca
STORM Landon and I have been on the road for a week now and right now, we are on our way back home. It's so early, and I am quiet in my seat as I look outside the window as he drives. My whole life changed when I met them, and I cannot take it back, every single of them. I don’t regret any of it. I have decided to go home knowing that there is always going to be darkness in me, it's there to stay, and the best part of it is, I have found boys who want to join in on my darkness. They have shared theirs and invited me into theirs. It's my time to let them in and invite them on in mine. For great love, you must go through the pain. To have all that you desire, you must sacrifice. Pain and love go hand in hand, for you cannot love if you don’t feel the pain of it, it goes together. You cannot know what you have until you have lost it all. And that’s what I realized during my break. I did what I had to do, even went away for a minute from my love to know how true that statement was.
STORM The bar around ends up being a biker's bar, with several bikers packed at the front. I shouldn’t, it's rowdy, and if I am guessing, when they see me alone some will try to hit on me taking me for a fragile little thing that has ended up where she isn’t supposed to. Even before I let that thought to sink in, I am already opening the door, the little bell at the top of the door chiming, and the whole bar goes quiet, all eyes turning towards me. I pause, taking it all in and all the people in. Burly men, tattoos covering their skins heavily, leather jackets and studs on some, a few girls on their laps, and they all look mean and menacing. I proceed to walk towards the tabletop counter where a woman bartender is watching me. everyone is watching me and after I sit down, when they realize I am not going away, they resume their talking. “what will you have?” she asks as she wipes a glass with the towel. “something that will make sure I have a good time tonight,” I reply as I hol
STORMDemons - Hayley Kiyoko is blasting off my speakers as I speed past cars on the highway. Singing along as I beat the steering wheel, wind in my hair as I come from a kill that left me freshly rejuvenated.It should worry me a great deal that the only thing that’s making me feel alive again is killing, but that thought only makes me laugh.I mean, who am I to deny who I am? Maybe it was destined for me to finally embrace this dark side of me without painting it to be a burden, like a means to an end to my purpose.I have no purpose now, other than to feel me again and love me.That’s a good purpose, I didn’t think I was all about self-love and all, I think to myself as I look at my blood-caked nails.I need to find a place to sleep in tonight, perhaps eat human food, cook of course, and sleep. Then tomorrow I do the same thing, I have a long list of people to unalive.I find a motel and check in, and I thank the gods for the showerhead, which has a fairly decent water pressure.I
STORMI never thought it could happen, but it is.I am standing by my Impala, looking at Ridgewood one last time before I speed away and I feel like I am leaving my soul and heart behind.This could be one of the things I will ever regret doing. I can't seem to remember why I am doing this because it hurts so much, but it's all for the better.I wipe away the tear sliding down my cheek and get in my car, revving the engine and speeding away.Back on the road again, alone, leaving all that I have ever wanted behind.I open my compartment glove and I find my old burner phone. I flip it open and find the number I am looking for.“hey Stevie, I need a job.”“Long time Cherry, where are you?”I am heading north, can you find me something worth my while?”“anything for you, but aren’t you rusty? Rumour has it-““Are you sending me the coordinates to a good hunt or not? I didn’t take you for a gossip.”“All I am saying is, now you are not as incognito as before, be careful out there.”“I did
KYLE It’s a rainy gloomy day. It must be matching with my moods and those around me as we all await our bride to walk up to us. The ceremony is being held outdoors, the planners had thought that the day would be sunny and warm, but the rain has started and hasn’t stopped since an hour ago. I don’t mind, as I know this is not exactly how I wanted us to do this so here we are. “why did she not choose the other location that was offered?” Dean asks me quietly as we stand at the front of the huge tent serving as our shelter. They still managed to pull it off with the lowers, it would look magical was it not for the bitterness and bad taste in my mouth about this day. “doesn't matter, we are not here to party, we are just a means to an end for her to leave us,” I respond to him. “Can we all stop doing this? It's already in motion so let's get this over with,” Landon mutters. None of us have been in good shape or moods since last week when she said that she wanted to leave and the o
STORMI find myself at Magdaline’s new house's doorstep.I press the doorbell before I think myself out of this.“come in honey,” she opens the door and waves me in I can feel all the walls drop down and I whimper as she pulls me into an embrace.“I have messed up everything,” I cry as she holds me.She soothes me and takes me to the couch. There is a young girl in the house who has been helping her and she brings me some tea and then leaves.“you have been through so much baby,” she says ss he pushes hair off my face.“I'm so tired,” I whisper as I curl on the couch, head on her lap.“I know,” she validates me. I go ahead and tell her all that has happened and she cries with me, and I feel so sleepy.“I don’t know if they will ever forgive me, but I need to get away.”“There is only one way that you can go away and they remain here unaffected by your absence.”“I will do it, anything. I need to fix myself and maybe one day we will be together again,” I tell her meaning every word.“y
STORM“so you have been feeling this? all of you?” I ask them and their grim faces tell me everything.“Baby, you shut us down every step we take to help you,” Kyle approaches me and I take a step back.“I don’t want your help,” I tell him and he looks like I have slapped him.I don’t mean to o this, but I don’t think I can stop.“you have been drowning and we have been here asking you how to help you and you have said no. I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to save you,” Landon speaks to me gently.“I don’t want to be saved, no one can save me,” I say. I can feel tears scrolling down my face.“why are you doing this?” Dean asks, his voice hurt.I exhale, steeling myself. “because none of you understand.”“Help us then understand you, we love you so much, too much to let you be this way,” Kyle approaches me once again and I let him come close to me. “let us in, please.”I want to give in so much, but it's going to be the same. It's going to feel like it has been for a while now.
STORMMy whole being is cold. My insides are wound tight. I am aware of things that are happening, I can feel everything and I wish I wasn’t.Because tonight is the night all my fears have come true. I have been wishing my life was different for weeks now and tonight, the universe has said yes to them.I just lost my babies, and I know it's all,y doing. It doesn’t matter what they all say or try to tell me, this is my doing. They felt my hesitation, my longing for a different life and they have left me.You know what's stupid, it’s the fact that every time I felt like I was a clown, not being true to the rest of them I would talk to them and confide my true feelings to them.They wouldn’t judge me, they were inside me and they knew what was going on. They had come to be my partners in this ridiculously high life, and now they are gone.To be honest, I feel betrayed. They were here, and now they are gone. It's my fault, and yet a part of me thought that they would never leave.I am so
DEANI feel the pain laced through our bond.We have never cried before, but I can feel us all crying. storm has gone quiet, save for the double breathing she is experiencing. Kyle stands up as I take her in my arms straight to the tub.She isn’t even opening her eyes, her face is on my neck, holding on tight. The whole penthouse is quiet as we prepare a bath for her and I start to take off her clothes.She doesn’t let me.“let me get you cleaned up,” I ask her and she shakes her head no.“I need to be alone right now,” she says and I look at the others who all feel like the last thing she needs is to be alone.“Okay,” I say and start getting outside. The boys are hesitant to get out but we finally let her have the space and once the door is locked behind us, I can hear the soft cries.“fuck,” Cole sits outside the door head in his hands.“what the fuck happened?” I ask Landon quietly as I start to realize what has just happened. Storm just miscarried.“We were talking, she had an up