As soon as I push myself through the front door, I instantly halt in place. The still pouring rain falls from the sky. Bringing my head up, I let the water cascade over my face and down my body. I can taste the metallic iron of blood as its rolls down over my lips. The rain mixes with the falling tears coming from my eyes. It's like the clouds are crying with me.

My legs begin to move again as I push myself forward. I have to get as far away from the horror behind me as possible. As I run, I feel something heat bouncing up and down in Elliot's jacket. The hard surface hits against my stomach with every step. Frantically, shoving my hand into the pockets, I pull out my cell phone and dial 911. My finger givers over the call button at the same time as I soak into a hard wall. Two hands grip my shoulders, steadying my body before I fall.

"Chloe?"

I whip my head up to find rich, brown eyes frantically searching over me. Jacob's face blanches at the blood covering every inch of my body. "Holy shit, Chloe. Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?" His hands scour over my body checking for any wounds.

My mouth opens and closes but to no avail. I'm numb; the cold rain pelting my skin and images of Grans dead body continue to infiltrate my mind.

"Sh-sh-she's," I stutter, "She's dead. She's dead." The words hurt to speak. It's almost painful to admit that she's gone.

Disbelief riddles Jacob's voice, "What? Who?" His hands come to cup my cheeks, pulling my eyes to his.

A sob falls from my lips and I repeat those words over and over. The more I say it, the more it hurts. It becomes real as each second goes by.

Jacob's eyes dart back to my open front door behind me. He reaches down to grab my hands, but I'm still charged up from earlier. Literally. Jacob flinches and snatched his hands back as electricity courses through my body into his. I faintly hear him curse and he looks back at me, his face hardened.

Everything slows. I try to blink away my dizziness but it's no use. Jacob's body sways in my vision and I feel my body shutting down. I can hear my name being yelled and the pounding of feet heading my way.

I welcome the darkness, the silence. I welcome the nothingness.

Why? Because with leaving the light, the pain goes away with it.

***

I sigh against the soft, silky sheets under me. The warmth radiating around my body makes it so I never want to leave. It's like my own personal cocoon.

"Gran! Please wake up," I watch myself as I try over and over to bring her back. "Please."

My eyes snap open at the memory. I'm met with a very unfamiliar room. Black, white, and grey assault my senses. The once comfy bed now feels like it might as well be a bed a jagged rocks.

My chest concaves, the feeling of panic attack creeping on me. My head frantically searches for something to protect me when I hear footsteps.

I'm too late.

The door in the corner of the room bursts open, the force practically pushing it off its hinges. At the familiar sight of my emerald eyes savior, I let out a cry of relief.

Immediately the bed under me shifts. Elliot wraps his arms around me and I follow suit. At the feeling of his arms making contact with me, I know I'm safe. That's emotion itself makes me lose control.

My entire body shakes as I let out my pain. "Hey, shh. It's okay," Elliot's hand gently circles on my back, " I'm here. You're safe now. I've got you."

He comforts me, the sobs shaking my entire body. The loss of Gran is hitting so hard, but it's so much more. I'm crying for myself. I'm officially alone. I have no one. I'm an orphan.

His shirt is soaked from where my tears fell. I pick my head up and wipe my wipe with the back of my hand. Elliot's hand raises and gently swipes away any remaining wetness.

"I know this is a stupid question," He starts, "But how are you doing? Really."

Silence stretches between us, but Elliot makes no move to push me for an answer. I rest my head on his shoulder, staring off. I think back to a time where Gran was better, before she was sick.  Even being so much older, she was always a beam of light.

"I can't believe she's gone. She's all I had left." My voice is muffled as I speak into Elliot's shoulder. My mood quickly changes. My jaw clenches and anger fills my voice, "What the hell happened, Elliot? Who would do that to her?" I push off of Elliot and pace. "She couldn't even remember her own name, let alone hurt someone."

Elliot stands, moving closer to me but I stop him. "Whoever did this to her, they cut her up like a piece of meat," I close my eyes and the lights flicker above me. Gran's cut of body overtakes my mind and burning fabric hits my nose. At the smell, I'm brought back to reality. I begin to shake, my body burning up. I feel Elliot's presence slowly moving near me. His hands gently circle my wrists and I hear him hiss at the contact.

I reopen my eyes and there he is. Elliot stares back at me, concern covering his face. "Chloe, baby, I know that you're hurting, but you've got to calm down. Look around," He points out the flickering lights, "That's you. And if you don't calm yourself down, you're going to do something you'll regret."

I rip myself away from his touch. "What are you talking about? I- I can't do that. You're-" My retort is cut off from when the lights flicker again followed by the familiar sound of glass shattering. The noise brings back memories from last night and nights before. The feeling of something filling my entire body, the pulses flowing from my hands, the changing of my blue eyes to pure white.

My voice shakes as realization sets in, "I'm doing this?"  Elliot's hand comes up to brush stray hairs from my face, but the sight of his blistering underside stops me. Flashing forward, I catch his hand and examine it. The skin has turned pink with slight signs of blistering. My jaw drops.

I did that. I hurt him. I'm a freak. I'm a monster. 

All air leaves me and I push Elliot away from me. My back hits the wall as I slid down it. My throat locks up, constricting my body from taking in any air. My chest heaves and my breathing quickens but it's like I can't take in any of the air. I continue to hyperventilate as everything that has happened continues to resurface. 

"Chloe," He here again, back in front of me. Elliot kneels across from me and places his hand against my cheek.

At his touch, I'm instantly taken over by a feeling of calmness. It fills my entire body, taking away all the worries that were once there. I take in a large breath of air and my eyes close with the continued sensation.

I inadvertently feel Elliot move, placing himself next to me. His arm wraps around my shoulder and he pulls me into his chest. We sit in silence, like before, marveling in each others company.

"So," I break the silence, "Tell me. What am I? Why am I such a freak?"

He flinches at the word. "A freak? No, you are no freak. What you can do is amazing. You are special.  It's who you are- who we are."

"We?"

Elliot gives me a sly smile, and shows me his hands. What was once covered in blisters is now healed.  My eyebrows furrow as a take them into my own and trace the newly healed skin.

"How?" I whisper.

"It's something we all can do, over time. You, me, Rebekah. And so many more."

"So, you can," I flick my hand around, indicating to the once flickering lights, "You can do that? Make things explode; burn people."

"Not exactly." He shifts and I feel his body tense. "You're special. No one I've ever met can do what you do.

Most of us are just stronger, smarter. Very few of us have powers. You, for example, you can control electrical currents. You're absorbing the currents around you, from the lights or even lighting.  Every time your powers have surfaced, you were experiencing high levels of emotion. At the moment, that's how you are using them, but over time you'll be able to control them."

"What can you do?"

He laughs, "Now, I can't go telling you all my secrets."

"What about Rebekah?"

"You don't give up, do you?" Elliot shakes his head. "Rebekah is special, like you. She sees things, feels things. I guess you could say she's psychic."

"Psychic?"

"Mhm. That's actually how I found you last night. I was on the way home when she called me. Rebekah told me that something bad was going to happen." Elliot lowers his head, "I tried, I did. But I was too late."

Gulping, I change the subject, "You said 'us.' Where are the rest of you?"

Nodding, he continues, "There are more of us. Not as many as there used to be, but still a good many. We are called demigods. They are all back home, safe."

"So why are you here?"

Elliot takes his bottom lip into his mouth, concentrating, "It's a little complicated."

"Tell me."

Sighing, he starts, "Rebekah. She had a vision of a girl that could change everything. A beautiful blue eyed beauty, who is so stubborn," he chuckles as he caresses my cheek. "She had no idea who she was; she had no way of protecting herself from them." He grimly smiles at the memory, "But there were things Rebekah wouldn't tell me - couldn't tell me. She knew we had to come and help you but it made everything worse," His voice cracks as he finishes, "Instead of protecting you, I lead them right to you."

My hand tightens on his, "Brought who?"

"They call themselves the Reckonings. They've been hunting our kind for centuries. They are a very religious group that believes what we are is unnatural. Their goal is to eradicate as many of us as possible, and for the past decade they've done a very good job at it."

"What do you mean?"

"Somehow they've found a way to take away our  powers, to make us defenseless even for just a mere second. We don't know how, but they are growing, becoming stronger." 

"So you're telling me that these people- these things - are after me because of you?" I pull away from Elliot.

His face drops, "Chloe, I-"

"So my grandmother is dead because of you."

"Chloe, I'm sorry I-"

I cut off any response my pushing myself up and walking forward. My throat tightens and I feel the tears gathering in my eyes, "I trusted you. I- " I'm at a loss for words. Elliot walks toward me and with every step the loss of Gran hits me harder.  "This is because of you," I poke him in the chest. "You're the reason she's dead," Tears cascade down my face and I push Elliot back.

I wipe the tears from my face and I let the anger consume me. "If you hadn't of come here, they wouldn't have even known I existed. They wouldn't have found me. They wouldn't have killed Gran."

Elliot crumbles as my hateful words meet his ears, but I can't help myself. The slurs just keep coming. "Actually, it's not even that you brought them here. It's the fact that I wasn't there. Because I was with you." I walk backwards towards the door. "If I hadn't been gallivanting with you, I could have been there for her.  I could have protected her."

"Chloe, I'm sorry. Truly, I am." Elliot tries to come closer, but I throw my hands up and a white light shoots from my hands, straight into his chest. His entire body is thrown into the wall behind him, and it contorts around his body.

I feel a slight twinge of guilt as I hear his grunts of pain, but the hurt of Gran overrules any other emotion. Elliot pushes himself out of the hole in the wall, dusting off the plaster covering him. 

I look him in the eyes one last time, enunciating each word so he understands, " I don't ever want to see you again. I don't want to see you at school. I don't want to see you at my house. Never again." I throw my hand up, motioning at the damage I caused. "If I see you again, this will be nothing compared to what I do to you."

I open the door to his room and walk out, slamming the door behind me.  I can hear Elliot screaming my name, screaming for me to come back, and my heart breaks at the sound. I hear the chatter of others as I walk into a large living room. Rebekah and Alex are there, as well as a group of people I don't recognize. Rebekah instantly stands when she sees me, but I push past her towards the front door. Her voice echoes the same as Elliot's as I walk out of the house.

And just like before, I do the only thing I can think of.

I run.