Inevitable // Chapter 5

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Haille Calista

I open the door slowly, struggling to process everything completely. It's one thing to hear something but to witness it is another story. I just watched Zoe and her parents transform into a werewolf.

This whole thing is something seen in movies, not reality. Yet, for the past eighteen years, I had been associated with an entire family of werewolves. At this point, I'm waiting to be woken from this crazy dream.

Mom turns away from the conversation she was having with Tony, towards the door in which I came. She quickly closed the distance between us while Tony stood at a reasonable distance away from me.

"Oh, thank God you're okay." She says relief evident in her voice "I thought something happened to you when Dylan and Zara both ran out of the house screaming something about–" She cut herself off instead letting out a soft sigh pulling me to her chest. "You scared me Haille."

A part of me wanted to say something about her calling me Haille, while the other half wanted to comfort her to ease her worry. I ended up doing neither as I kept my eyes rather focused on Tony who apparently used his freaky magic powers to knock me out, unconscious.

He held my gaze, which for some reason made me more irritated. I didn't doubt that he notice the less than friendly look I held.His posture straightened, still holding my gaze as I did, refusing to look away. I narrowed my eyes, determined to make him break our stare down. His forehead began to bead with sweat, a minute later he darts his eyes towards the floor and blurted out "It wasn't my fault". He shakily pointed a finger at my mom. "Cara told me to do it." I bit my lip trying to prevent from commenting at how quick he threw mom under the bus even though I hadn't said a word.

"What if something went wrong and you would have killed me?" I say instead, with a raised brow, stalking towards him once mom pulls away from me. He seems to think about something, shuddering before looking back at me.

"Well, I guess I would have joined you soon after then." He shrugged casually as if it didn't matter if I would have died. Well in his case it must have really didn't matter seeing as I was a stranger to him. Stranger or not, no one tries to kill me.

Not thinking twice, my hand retracted before punching him square in the throat. His hands flew up to where I'd hit him, gasping and wheezing for air.

"What the hell!" He gasps. "You hit like a man!"

I smirk, satisfied for now, before I turn away from him only to find mom standing in the same place I'd left her, her eyes slightly distant.

"Mom, what's wrong?" I rush back over to her side. I reach up to smooth her hair, milliseconds before my hand actually made contact, her hand wrapped tightly around mine in a vice grip. A surprised gasp flew from my throat.

She glares my way before a look a recognition overtakes her features. She drops my hand staring at me with horror and regret.

"Honey, I'm so sorry." She apologizes quietly as she too backs away and runs out of the room. Confused, I stumble over to the back door she left open and catch a glimpse of a beast leaping high over the fence disappearing from my view. I let out a muffled scream with my hand over my mouth, as I witnessed yet another hidden secret unfold before me. Mom is one of them too. Panic slowly began to build up as I wondered what else was being hidden from me.

"Well, I guess it's just you and me now," Tony says behind me, pulling from my trance. I quickly pull myself together, putting on a blank mask.

"And my fist, you forgot to mention," I remark turning around ready to make another attack until I saw him slowly stalking towards me. Each step appearing to be in slow motion, at least it seemed that way to me especially with his lip taken between my teeth as his hooded eyes stayed locked with mine.

I took a step back, brows furrowed, as he took another step closer. "What are you doing?" I ask trying to keep my voice steady as he now arms reach away from me.

"I need you to keep quiet for me." He says, voice nothing about a whisper. I held my breath, my eyes involuntarily falling close as I half expected Tony to make some kind of move on me. A minute passed and nothing came. I peeled my eyes open just as I heard a football game turn on. "Because I'm trying to watch a game." he finally added stifling a laugh.

I gasp as soon as I realize what he just did, my face burning from embarrassment. He took one glance at me before erupting into a guffaw of laughter. I can not believe I was actually expecting Tony to make a move on me when I should be planning his murder right now for using his weird voodoo magic on me without my consent.

"You should've seen yourself." He laughs, turning back toward the television. I flipped him off behind his back before walking towards the living he was currently occupying, settling down at the opposite end of the couch he was sitting on. I couldn't seem to keep my focus on Tony as I thought about everything that has happened.

I lean forward resting my head in my hands thinking about just how much my life has changed in the span of a few hours. As much as I'd love to, there was no way I could move on and act like nothing is wrong with all of this. I just discovered that nearly everyone that I'm close to is apart of a werewolf family, including myself apparently. The rest, also including me, is apart of a vampire cult. I can't forget the weirdest, and oddly the most realistic, dream I've ever had. The list could carry on for hours.

I should have known something was off when I was able to run a bit faster than the other kids when I was younger. I should have known something was off when, on rare occasions, I could focus enough my senses grew sharper. I should have known something was off when I was able to hear Zara from down the road while I was in the house.

How did I not pick up on all of this? I rub my hands over my face trying not to dwell on what else I probably don't know. The effort was useless, my mind was racing with questions. Why did everyone feel the need to hide this important piece of information of my life from me? The mere thought of them knowing and purposely hiding the truth from me sets me on edge.

My heartbeat beats loud and fast in my ears. My breath comes out in heavy puffs as I slowly lose my internal battle to keep calm. For eighteen years of my life, not a single soul has ever dared to even whisper a bit of truth, to explain what I truly am. Who I truly am.

I was fooled into believing that I was just a normal girl living a normal life when in fact nothing about my life is normal and being the stupid little naive girl that I am believed them. But no longer will I succumb to anyone lies. No longer will I be hidden in the dark. No longer am I Haille Calista.

Eighteen years.

I have been deceived and have been made a fool of for eighteen years. Even my best friend knew the truth and never attempted to explain anything. And my own mother–

"Haille, are you ok—"

"That is not my name!" I snap, my voice louder and fiercer than I have ever heard. It honestly scared me a bit. I noticed Tony already pale skin turn white, shying back into his seat a bit.

My entire body was shaking. Trembling. Temper hanging on by a thread as a tsunami of anger washes over me. Unable to wrap my head around the fact that my entire life has been a lie.

"Y-You're right." He says cautiously. "You're right. Your name is Delilah."

My breathing was erratic, struggling to control myself.

"Listen to me Delilah, you have to calm down."

I laugh slowly to his thoughtless comment "Listen to you?" I laugh again. "I have been listening to everyone my whole life and you see how that turned out! You all lied to me!"

Kill him.

I stand from my seat, feeling a surge of adrenaline run through my veins. I grinned as I heard Tony take in a sharp breath as I locked my gaze on him.

"It's you." He whispers under his breath.

I could feel the tug on my gums as my teeth began to elongate reaching just a few inches past my bottom lip. I could feel nothing but pure rage as I stare at Tony. He probably knew the truth as well. The whole world probably knew. Except me.

He lied to you.

"Delilah, control yourself." Tony finally says, standing from the couch taking a few steps away from me.

"Don't tell me what to do!" I scream, lunging myself straight at him. Seconds before I reach him he disappears in a flash making me crash into the wall that stood behind where he stood.

I scream in annoyance, standing and looking around. He now stood near the entrance of the living room. At this point, nothing shocked me. Not even the fact that he just basically teleported from one place to another.

"You have to be faster than that Delilah." He coaxed. "You can move just as fast, if not faster."

An uncharacteristic snarl came from me as he mocks me. I stand up, walking around the couch towards where he stood. "Stop running from me." I hiss as he yet again disappeared from the entrance and appeared on top of the staircase.

My fist balled at my sides knowing I couldn't catch up with him. I stand at the foot of the staircase glaring at him before something else caught my attention.

It was enough to make me stumble back a few steps. A mirror. My eyes were nothing but golden slits that frightened me. Canines that protruded my mouth. Black veins visible under my eyes. My face all together looks frightening. I turn my head away not believing that I looked like the reflection in the mirror.

That wasn't me. I am not her.

Taking a deep breath, I look back into the mirror and was relieved to see I was back to my normal self. I lift my head to find Tony staring at me, his posture a bit more relaxed.

"You lost control." Was the first thing he says. "You let anger take over."

I felt my energy slowly draining from what just happened. I leaned against the wall letting my body slump down onto the floor, listening to Tony descend the stairs. He pauses right in front of me, I could feel his gaze on me but I kept my head low. "Tell me the truth," I said quietly.

"I don't think that's a good idea." He objects. "It's not my place to tell you."

My head shot up already feeling aggravated that he's still denying on telling me the truth.

"And it's not your place to hide the truth about my life from me either. It's my life everyone is manipulating. I want to know who I really am and what's wrong with me." I fire back. I feel weak and tired from fighting against everyone just to know the key point that will explain all of the weird occurrences in my life to answer all of the questions I have been asking myself.

"Okay, okay." He says, something off about his tone but I'm far too mentally exhausted to take it into consideration. "Follow me to the couch."

I stand, walking past him to the couch. The moment I took a step in front of him there was an icy sensation flowing through my body. Not as strong as the first time but it was still there. I turned around wide-eyed, Tony hands were held in front of him in a protective stance.

I took a step towards him but it felt as if someone was pulling on my legs preventing me from moving. With heavy legs, I take one step after the other. "Tony, get back here." My words slurred and a wave of exhaustion hit me.

I reach my hands out for him, or one of him. There was now two Tonys' standing in front of me. I heard him mumble out a quiet apology. Just as it seems as if I had finally reached him I once again blackout.

He's so dead.