Since the last time Damon visited me and delightfully "gifted" me, I've been doing nothing else beside jumping in and out of conscious. The first week was the worse honestly, and the most longest.

For 6 days or more, everything been in flashes and blurs. I could catch some glimpses of my surrounding when my vision would clear up but they were brief. Extremely brief. Like my eye would open for 15 second before crawling back into the same old darkness where Damon's word were on repeat.

"I never asked for her to be my Mate just so you know and the Moon Goddess above knows, I never wanted her from when I first laid eyes on her and I never will, for she's a pain in my ass and a waste of space. That's all..."

The second week began much clearer than the previous but I still couldn't maintain my conscience for long. This time -unlike the first week, I could interact with Angel and Mia who usually remained by my side for the night. We would exchange brief words before my conscious would devour me, leaving me in my cold solitude.

Christina would visit durning the day, but throughout it all, I'd had to say the worst part was the guards accompanying Angel guys. All three of them had their own unit of guards, 3 men and 4 women. I wouldn't be complaining since they were a part of my Pack at a time. Key Word in that line; Were.

They wouldn't say anything but I could tell by their expressions they weren't pleased with me. They would remain at a fairly good distance away with their hands crossed behind them like marble statues, hovering just behind their assigned Luna, but unfortunately that meant the wall directly in front of me.

The humble, kind eyes that I once grew seeing everyday were now frozen with hatred. Their eyes were always transfixed on me and my every movement, as if it were a threat to Angel Mia or Christina in any possible way. They saw me as a potential enemy now, just cause of my brand new relationship to the RedBlood Pack.

The weeks following began much far better than hoped. Dr.Rossi began prescribing new meds even though I hadn't seen him once since my conscious started to clear up.

I was more thrilled than worried, believe me on that. Thrilled by the fact I didn't have to see him and worried by the fact he never came to check my physical well being. Either way I was stuck with him.

Every day since then, became a routine. Nurses scurrying to refill my IV, Angel patting my hand in a soft rhythm, Mia stroking my hair, Christina complaining from besides to me to the nurses for trivial stuff and Angel's after scolding to her to keep silent.

I couldn't be more glad to have their company in a time like this but the reminder of that a war was brewing was just like having a time bomb roped around your hopes. They acted like nothing ever happened; like there wasn't a disputed and a war declaration right before their eyes in this very room where they stood. I figure if they could act like that, so should I.

Even if no words were exchanged, that didn't change the atmosphere whenever a nurse or anyone from the hospital would walk in. The way Angel guys would straighten their posture discreetly and flash their eyes at the person with rage and act natural doing so. The way the guards would shift their eyes from mine and sharpen their gaze in under a spilt second, secretly awaiting to use a single wrong move as an excuse to tackle them.

A war was in play but I couldn't help but feel guilty for it. You couldn't change shit even if you wanted too Nora, my wolf June would tell me. I had no choose but to oblige even if I opposed it in every way.

Around my fourth week, after I woke up to Mia's soft strokes and Christina's metal like grip, I had no choice but to suck it up and confess.

"I know theres a war in start, so you guys can stop acting like everything normal cause I know it's not," I say brittlely, slamming my head against my pillow.

Mia's palm stop midway before she pulled back completely, eyeing Christina -who was glaring at her for a false "hopeful" response. Christina's opened her mouth but was left hanging.

"Can you all please step out for a second?" It wasn't neither of them who had said that. It was Angel -who was slumped in a chair hidden behind Christina. Her eyes unwavering from the ground, as she waved her hand as a final dismissal.

"But Luna," the blonde haired guard from Mia's crew spoke. "It's highly unsafe. You could-"

"I don't need to be provided with any explanation on why I can't speak to my sister-in-law alone Mr.Collin," she replied in a harsh accusing tone. "You're all dismissed for now and don't worry. It won't be any longer than a few minutes." She provided sourly.

They exchanged glances before nodding and leaving reluctantly. The second the doors hinges creeped shut, all three of then eased down. Their sharp fixed posture slipping down with ease and their rigged gaze softening back to their comforting way.

"You have no idea how hard it is keeping up with a facade like that," Mia complains before leaning back tiredly.

"Tell me about it," Christina replied following her actions. Angel remained unchanged; unfazed, slumped in a chair.

"What are you guys talking about?" I ask eyeing them both suspiciously like they had committed a felony.

"Nora, I was going to ask how you knew about the dispute but I'd rather speak and inform you first before you can tell us how you knew," Angel instructed, looking a me now. I nodded simply to keep her going.

"We want you to know Nora, that we all oppose this war just a much as you do. We know the consequences of what this can bring on both Packs but your brothers-," she sighed. She gripped the chairs arm for support as she heaved herself from the sunken hole she had made.

"Are just as caught up in their ego as much as Damon?" Christina filled in.

"Agreed," Mia chided.

"Huh?" I mutter dumbly.

"They mean," Angel spoke glaring at them,"that your brothers are a bit clouded by their emotions at the moment."

"What does that translate into?" I ask, couldnt finding any other clearer explanation hidden amongst those words.

"What's she means, is that because of this car crash incident and you being in the hospital and what not, their protectiveness has just gone to the next level," Christina restated.

"They blame Damon for not being good enough to protect you," Mia added.

"But it's not his fault!" I exclaim a bit louder than necessary. "As much I hate to admit, he had nothing to do with this!"

"Try explaining that to your bros," Christina rolled her eyes smirking, giggling madly.

"What is she?" I ask out loud. "Drunk?"

"As much as I hate to admit this, I'm dying for a glass of wine here," she scoffed again.

"Her doctor allowed three glass a day," Mia leaned forward to inform me lowly. "She's on her fifth only."

"Regardless of her drinking issues," Angel twisted her eyes from Christina disgusted, "Nora. All we can say your brothers weren't happy with whatever happened. Their emotions clouded there judgement too quickly for them to process anything. What they said was out anger."

"So there's no war?" I asked timidly, my hope bandaging up softly.

"Um Nora. I never said that," she said but quickly added, "They have no choose now. They can't talk it out either."

The bandaging on my heart was now torn apart with the wound bleeding at full. "I can-"

"Nora," she sighed tiredly gripping my hand with her eyes gleaming into mine sadly, "It's too late."

"No. No, I refuse to believe that," I said, twisting my hand away from Angel. Her hazel eyes falling with more dejection as I pulled from her.

"But that doesn't explain why you're all acting like bitches whenever someone from Damon's Pack walks in," I wonder aloud.

"Hey, language!" Mia exclaims while Christina snorts.

Angel carelessly ignored them both. "We're just as helpless as them. If the an Alpha declares a war against an opposing Pack and his Luna is against it what does that tell the Pack? So we have no choice but to act like this."

A moment of silence falls between us. Angel remained gazing down, sinking back into her chair, while Christina was too busy giggling lowly for no apparent reason, and Mia watching her with an amused glint in her eyes.

We kept that it way till the same brunette nurse -who I gotten used to seeing mostly everyday but not befriending since the first day I arrived here, came strolling in with the same flirtatious sway in her hips. Some things never change.

This time it was Christina and Mia who are the ones to modify her posture, while Angel remained sunken in hers. Christina and Mia hated her just as much as me, so they wouldn't spare a second glance to show their hatred.

Along with their rigged shoulders, they lips curved into a scowl while they each took a moment to inspect her with their eyes churning with dislike. She walked gracefully despite their staring, looking past them to me and started undoing my IV.

"What are you-"

"What does it look like?" Flashing her copper plated eyes once again at me. "I'm certainly not making burritos here am I?"

I look away as the needle is practically squeezed out of my vein. God, I hate needles so so much!

Whens it's done, she wraps a gentle but a bit tight bandaging from my forearm up to my elbow. She detaches the heart monitors roughly making my skin feeling empty without it. It's strange how some things can really start to grow on you in a short period.

Another nurse -with golden blond one with similar features as her brunette friends; a short inappropriate skirt with her first few buttons undone, walks in with a heavy looking Nike bag. Her hips had a much more obvious sway than the brunette, leading me to think this was a part of their union creed or something.

"Your clothes Luna," she says dully tossing the bag at my legs.

"Bitch," Mia curses as she shuts the door on her way out, not even caring if she heard.

"Witch," Christina added with Mia nodding approvingly while the brunette drags the bag and bring the bag closer into my reach.

"Change quickly," she stated, before turning her heels to walk away. Unlike blondie, she gently closed the door. I rip on the bag to see the most outrageous outfit of my life. A creamed colour sleeveless blouse with a deep V neck and an attached petite skirt meant to cover my females parts only.

"Is that a dress or a dish cloth, cause I believe a dish cloth can cover more skin that," Christina wrinkled her nose disapprovingly.

"What is up in there mind?" Mia retorted, picking a single black heel from its pencil tip over the bag. "They know you were in the hospital right?"

I blink twice at the size of the heel. It was longer than a pencil. And to top it off, the straps were thinner than my fingers.

"Can you roll the curtains on your way out," I say, after gulping down the sour bile in my throat.

"Nora, you can't be-"

"I am." I cringe at my tone and reply. "Please."

Christina was the first to jump up, offering a hand to Angel to help her up. She sighed, too tried to fight and took it. Mia walked out behind them, reeling the curtains around my bed.

I slowly and steadily rise, after nearly slipping a total of three times. Once I maintain to keep my balance, I peel the sandpaper like gown and strip off my bra and underwear. Luckily, someone had the sense to place a new bra but sadly, the underwear was a thong and they were completely lace.

I could handle the thong but lace? I hate lace. I just hate it so much. Sighing, I place it on and slip the dress on. Christina was right; a dish cloth could cover more. The dress's skirt ended a couple of inches down my crotch and the V-neck was deeper than I thought.

The bra, which I now realized was the bombshell bra by Victoria Secret, which made sense why boobs felt like they were being compressed through a lemon squeezer. How could people wear this! How could anyone in their right mind wear something as awful as this!

Swearing some more, I rest on the edge of my bed as I fastened the straps to my heels. I could walk in them- no doubt but after lying in a hospital bed for over 4 weeks? Now I was skeptical.

"Come on in," I sing, combing my hair back with my fingers.

They reappeared, took a minute to gaze at me. "What?"

"You look so-," Mia started, leaving the sentence hanging.

"Mature," Angel suggested thoughtfully.

"Slutty," Christina said bluntly. Angel and Mia turn to her with risen eyebrows.

"What! I meant it! No offense Nora, but it is. You look ready to jump the next man you see," she exclaimed. "But I guess you do clean up well," she shrugged.

"Okay then. Someone please remind me to have a word with Xavier after this," Mia told Angel, crossing her arms.

"Like he'll change anything," Christina snorted, resting on the other side of the bed.

"Fine, I guess we'll change your wine limit to none if you keep blabbering on this," Angel threatened. "And I know where your secrets wine stash is, so don't play games with me."

"Oh you are evil," Christina muttered along with some additional swear words that were unsurprisingly un-lady like.

"Hey Christina," I slap her arm.

"What?" She turns.

"Language!"

"Oh freaking quit pissing me off!" She curses some more, I laugh madly. My laugh had infuriated her so much she went to attempting to pushing me off the bed's side.

"Enough playing around. The cars waiting for us downstairs," Angel said, hugging her arms around her large loose sweater. "Lets go."

The moment those words escaped her mouth, the hinges of the door were thrown open. Curiously all four of us, scurry around the curtain to see here the sound was coming from and here he stood.

His soft matte hair slightly trimmed and ruffled to give an edgy appearance and his large forest eyes studying me. He was wearing a gentle beige vest with matching trouser, that were popping from his rolled up white dress shirt and black tie to finish the look.

"Someone appears ready to party," he said in an accusing tone, eyeing me carefully from my head to toes, his hands hanging loosely from his trousers pocket.

"I could say the same about yourself," I start, "All dressed up in formal wear despite knowing you're most likely going to be spending the next 8 hour working in a hospital dealing with blood, vomit and what not. What a waste of such of fine clothing." I cluck.

He arched an eyebrow. "I assure you my appearance is none of your business, but answer this instead. Where do you think you're going?"

My arms link over my chest. "Where else? Home."

"I don't think so," he chided, flicking his head to the side to reposition his hair. "You still are-

"Do you dare oppose my decision?" I threaten. Mia secretly nudges on my arm to sign me to be silent. "No Mia. You don't know him." I flash my eyes at him accusingly.

"He'll act like he cares his dearest Luna, when honestly he doesn't. All he cares about is power and what the girls -who have nothing better do, think of him. All he needs is a shank in bed to keep himself warm. I can promise you I haven't a guy half as selfish as him. He's no different from anyone else in this entire Pack," I hiss. His expression was left pale after my dreaded speech but his eyes flickered with fury.

"If you're done with your little rant, get back in bed," he instructed, motioning to the bed. I keep my eyes locked with his, as I take a few steps away from Angel guys in his direction.

I nearly a hands distance away when I stop tight in front of him. His sparkling emeralds unwavering from mine. I lean a little a bit forward to say the next part to give it some emphasis.

"Don't tell me what to do Mr. Antonio Rossi, for I can have you dismissed faster than you can process in your polluted brain. Now, step out of my way." I croon sweetly but in a harsh manner, hoping he get the message.

His infuriated eyes shun with a calculating gaze, but it dropped quickly. I could see his fist bulking from behind his pockets fabric but he didn't dare show it. He flipped around smoothly, leaving the door open behind.I burn holes behind his head as I stare at him on his way out. I clear my throat and drop my hands. "Let's get going."

"Nora," Angel rested a hand on my shoulder. "You did great."

"What do you mean?"

"You handle that playboy like a pro, that's what she means!" Christina exclaimed. "I swear, playboys just have a perfume of their own."

I roll my eyes while Angel lets out a low sigh. She looked exhausted. Bags hung under her eyes like a cloud of grey and the edge of her eyes were a bit pink from lack of sleep. She could've fallen asleep on the spot is she were handed a pillow and blanket.

As Angel had done, I rest a hand on her shoulder as I silently offer her help with walking. A faint smile appeared and she took it gladly. I wrap my arms around her shoulders as we all past through the threshold into the abandoned hallway.

Pacemakers, wheelchairs and other specialized hospital machine were all perfectly lined up against the wall to form a narrow pathway for walking. There were no nurses idling and chattering in the main desk, no doctors scurrying to attend patients or filling paperwork, no family members socializing with each other, no elderly janitor scrubbing the floors, no nothing.

If it weren't for the machines, I saw no difference in Damon's home and here. They both had traces of human life but no actual physical human being. I was half expecting a tumble weed to go by even.

The only trace of someone's else presence beside ours, was a single lit mini jack-o-lantern perched on the corner of the main desk. It's mouth was creepily drawn upwards into a wide grin with its killer sharp teeth flickering from the candles lights.

I shiver un-intently, making Angel look up at me. I smile which she returns before looking back ahead. "He had the whole floor reserved for you, if it answers your question."

"Wait what," I stammer stopping in my tracks. "That wasn't my question."

"Then what was? Your eyes told me to busy thinking something," Angel asked, continuing on till stopping in front of the elevator.

"I was thinking how on earth did I miss Halloween, Angel," I inform her sadly. "I had a whole Final Destination/Halloween/Annabelle movie marathon date ready for myself."

"Meh, Annabella wasn't scary," Christina intruded. "Like have you seen the Conjuring 2? Scary as hell."

"I'd disagree. You could either burn the house or just straight up leave. It wasnt like they were had a 2 year contract with that house and they had to obey, or else they've been put in jail for trying to run from a demonic hellhole." Mia shudders as she pressed the elevator button.

"You could also burn the doll you know," Christina objected.

"Whatever. Im so happy Halloween is over. No more dressing up, no more frights, no more continuous doorbells, just peace and silence."

I feign a smile with Angel as we fill into the elevator. Christina presses the button for ground floor when I slum against the walls and say, "But who need to dress up as the devil when you're living with one?"

.....

After escaping the maze like halls of the hospital, we finally arrive in the front where Zayn and his Warriors where patiently awaiting for us. He was dressed in dark jeans and simple grey V shape neck and his old worn out leather jacket thrown over.

He was whispering orders when he caught sight of me and stopped mid line. "Nora?" He rose an eye questionably at my outfit. "Planning on going somewhere?"

I shake my head un amusingly. "Why does everyone just assume that I'm going to party! I could be planning on getting a taco combo from Taco Bell or 6-price chicken nugget set from McDonalds and decided to dress pretty for one day for heavens sake."

"True and they'd most likely serve you first even, so you can leave before the line gets held up from behind from creepy old perverts too busy staring at your legs," he glances down at my them. "How are you not feeling the slightest bit cold?"

He shrugged off his jacket and slipped it over me. His familiar cologne like a haven for my old buried memories indulging my senses. "Merci."

His radiant eyes twinkled while he wrapped his hand around my back my a brotherly gesture. "Let's get you home Nora." .....

I had dozed off into a blissful sleep the second before the engine was even started and woke up the second it died down, to see the landscape change from a scenic forest of evergreen green trees to a canvas of orange, red and yellow strokes mashed as one on the ground.

"Where are we?" I ask in awe, unable move my transfix gaze.

"You know this place Nora," Zayn teased, opening his passenger door as well as mine. I latch onto the car door as I step out, trying to rank through my thoughts as I tried finding a reminder or symbol of some sort to help with the process. "Um..."

I stopped looking around as my eyes landed on the house. It was big -no doubt, with dark wood for the walls and dark marble pillars holding for the structure and marble stone embedding on the porch floor and pathway down.

My mouth groups to an O from recognition. "This is father's old farmhouse isn't it?" I gape. "The one where-"

"Where you had your 9th birthday party and where you dumped Pepsi over Hannah Millers head for taking your slice of cake? I think that's about right," he winked before trudging up the stairs with Mia intertwined in his arms and Angel and Christina following behind.

As quickly as I could scurry my heels, I also trudge up the stairs -careful of not scrapping my knees like I had done on numerous occasions. As much I felt good to be back I couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow.

Yes, this was the house where had most had most of my birthday and where I was born in but also this was the house where my parents were killed in or to restate; burned alive in. After their deaths, Henry had the house rebuilt because it was my father's most prized and adored farmhouse.

"I never knew this was close to Damon's borders," I say softly once I enter the parlor but the words end up bouncing of the walls louder, making me jump. "I forgot it did that." I grumble.

"It's not that close," Ryan emerges from the top of the foyer dressed in a white pressed out dress shirt with a matching blazer and pant.

"Someone looks sexy," I sneer, placing a hand on my lip. "Going to impregnate Angel now?"

He choked on his spit while trying to adjust his cuff links. "Nora."

"Nora," said the another surprised voice from the room behind the foyer. Xavier appeared in darks pants and a white shirt with his hand vigorously rubbing his dripping hair with a towel.

"What are you going here?" He genuinely sounded shocked. "You're not suppose to be here, I had strictly told Zayn!"

"Thanks Xavier for making me feel so welcomed. What would I do without you," I reply sarcastically. For the first time since I wore my heels, my knees felt weak.

"Xavier, I can ex-" Zayn ran in with Mia no where in sight.

"No Zayn. I had trusted you and strictly forbid you from bring Nora here and this is what you do! You did the direct opposite of what you were suppose to!" He screamed. "You know there's a war coming and you brought her here?"

"Brother, calm-" in a split second Ryan had ran down the stairs to be at Xavier's side.

"No!" Xavier shoved his arm from under Ryan's reach. His eyes were ringed with a golden ring, showing his wolfs grasp growing.

I has opened my mouth to say something comforting when from the corner of my eye I caught some unsettling movement.

Her large hazel eyes began to flicker open and shut, while her final word, my brother's name came out slurred as a faint whisper. Her grip eventually gave up from the railing and as her body swayed side to side, her weight became an anchor, pulling down in the direction of the stairs.

My mouth hadn't even shaped her name yet before her body came tumbling down. .....

Hey my owls!

Hope you're enjoying your summer vacation so far! I just started Teen Wolf and oh my sweet god...!

I love it! I just love it and I totally ship Scott with Allison and please don't judge but I'm still on season 1. I just recently started and I'm nearly done so please. No Spoilers.

Warn me if you must but no spoilers. I don't know what to feel of Derek but I definitely feel sympathetic for him even thought I hated him when he first appeared.

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