A whole week went by without much event. The pack was hiding out after the hunters had tried to attack them, and therefore I was too. Derek and I spent hours reading old books trying to find something that might help us with Jackson or Peter or even the hunters. A whole week and we barely spoke more than a word to each other. I don't know what I was hoping for but silence wasn't it. So when Isaac came into the creepy burned up house that afternoon I was glad to have a change. "Hey, Isaac," I said looking up from the giant leather bound book I was flipping through.

"Hey," he said. He was carrying a big brown paper bag and I wondered what was in it. Derek grunted but didn't say anything, I rolled my eyes in his general direction but of course he didn't notice. "Ava, do you want to take a walk with me?"

"Yeah, sounds great!" I grabbed my jacket from where I'd hung it on the railing. "Be back later," I called though I doubted Derek would even notice I was gone.

"Sounds like you two were having a great time in there," Isaac said.

"Oh just lovely." I rolled my eyes again. "He's said maybe three words two me this entire week and that was just something along the lines of 'pass that book'. What's in the bag?"

"You'll see." He smiled and I sighed. We kept walking through the woods for a while till I found a group of big flat rocks and he sat the bag down on one of them. I plopped on one of the rocks and he sat next to me. He started pulling things out of the bag as I watched, he sat a box with a bunny on it and I snatched it up immediately.

"No way! I love Annie's cheddar bunnies!" Next was a huge bag of Wale Tail tortilla chips and I gasped dropping the box back down on our makeshift table. The rest of the stuff was more delicious organic snacks and sweets that I loved and a huge bottle of chocolate almond milk. "Where did you get all of this stuff?"

"I went to Trader Joe's; I'd never been in there before. Is this stuff even good?" He looked suspiciously at my Whale Tail chips which I'd opened and was munching on already.

"It's amazing. It's all amazing. How did you even know I'd like this stuff?" I asked.

"I asked one of the cashiers what she liked and then all of this," he motioned to the pile of snack foods.

"You have to try everything it's all so good!" I handed him the box of cheddar bunnies. He laughed and I realized I probably looked like a pig here ripping into packages and stuffing my face; I blushed and sat down the bag of chips. "Thanks, this stuff is awesome. I could just kiss you!" I paused. "You know what I mean."

He nodded. "Hey, you aren't the only one that's been stuck eating Derek's convince store meals for a week. I figured if you liked this stuff, it must be pretty good. I mean you've been around for a while you should know what you're talking about."

I laughed, "Yeah, I guess I should." Isaac was watching me without saying anything. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"No, I was just thinking about how much you've gone through."

"I guess Derek told you guys about my sister." Isaac nodded. "I miss her, but it's been years. I guess you never really get over losing a family member. I mean…You've lost a lot of people too, you understand."

"It's like they never leave, no matter how long they've been gone. You always expect them to be there." He looked down for a moment before looking back at me. He shook his head and tried to smile but I could tell he didn't really want to talk about his family; I had to remember he was younger than me and he had lost people a lot more recently than I had. "I want to know more about you."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Um…what's your middle name?"

I laughed. "Really, anything you could have asked and that's what comes to mind? Anyways, I don't have one." He gave me a funny look. "I mean I guess Brooke and I could've given ourselves one when we changed our names but we'd never had one before so-"

"Wait you changed your name?" He asked.

"Yeah, I mean we had sixteenth century Irish names. They didn't really fit in with the modern times."

"What was your name?" He asked.

I sighed. "It's pronounced EE-fah. But it's spelled A-O-I-F-E. It's the Celtic version of modern day Eva, but I don't like the name Eva it reminds me of Eve which is like Adam and Eve and my family was Gaelic, so different Gods and Goddess you know. Brooke's name was Brighid, like Bridget. She tried going by Bridget for a little while but we both decided that Brooke fit her better. My mom's name was Máirín, like Maureen, and my dad's name was Fionntán. We had weird names I know."

"It's kinda cool though."

"Are you done asking me questions now?" I asked.

"Not even close. Earliest memory?"

"Getting my brand," I said without even having to think about it. "My tattoo," I clarified. "It wasn't really by choice." I flipped my wrist over and he looked at the Triskelion. Mine wasn't like Derek's; it was more delicate like leaves were folding out into spirals. "Way back then people knew a lot more about the supernatural and since Brooke and I were born succubi we were given the tattoo on our seventh birthday, that's the age when we had to start feeding on people's energy." We spent the next hour talking about everything from my favorite color, purple, to what kind of sodas I drink, none I don't understand soda.

"You don't understand soda? What does that even mean?" Isaac asked laughing.

"I mean I don't get the reason for carbonated water, it's weird."

"Do you drink tea, since you're from the UK?"

"That's so stereotypical, but yes."

"Favorite sport?" He asked.

"I used to be a gymnast," I said.

"Like competitively?"

"Yeah, I trained for years but I dropped out before the Olympics. After I won Worlds I decided I had an unfair advantage. Brooke was pissed, I think she was just upset because she'd never been any good and she wanted to live vicariously through me. Of course that was ages ago; training for normal athletes was a lot less vigorous. I probably wouldn't have such an advantage anymore."

"Favorite time period you lived in?"

"The roaring twenties! I loved being a flapper! I used to drink a lot more back then and speakeasies were my favorite place, I used to sing at them too sometimes. Brooke's favorite thing was the gangsters."

"Date any gangsters?"

"Me? No way. They had good energy but no, I've never dated." I hadn't realized how close we had gotten but our shoulders were touching and when Isaac turned to look at me we were inches apart.

"I really want to kiss you."

"I'd say go for it, but I left my adrenaline at the house."

"I don't want you to pass out."

"Passing out isn't fun," I admitted. We still hadn't moved yet and I sighed and slid back. "I should probably get back to helping Derek. He has a ton of stuff to read though, not that he'll even notice I'm there. He's being a dick."

"He's stressed."

"We're all stressed."

"Erica and Boyd are leaving."

"What?" I asked. This was brand new information not that I ever really talked to those two, I got the impression Erica didn't like me.

"They're scared of the hunters."

"Are you leaving?" I asked.

"I don't know, I might. How long are you staying around?"

"Maybe a while, maybe not. This is the longest I've stayed anywhere in a long time. I think I'm already getting a little too attached to this place."

"Maybe we can go together," he said.

I smiled. "Yeah, maybe." We walked back to Derek's old house and I resumed my job of reading dusty books.

OoOoO

Three more days of old books and an extremely quiet Derek and I thought I was about to go insane. Isaac hid the snacks from Boyd and Erica. We slipped out every afternoon and Isaac would bribe me with yummy organic food so I'd tell him stories. I'd never told someone this much about my past before, besides Brooke but she'd lived every moment of it with me. Isaac and I walked in the back door. "I'm going to go stick the bag in your car," Isaac said. Derek raised an eyebrow at me and I rolled my eyes.

"You think we don't notice your disapproving looks?" I asked.

"I didn't say anything," he said holding a hand up. I was surprised he actually spoke at all.

"Exactly, it's what you don't say. Don't worry we're being safe," I said. "Since I haven't been carried in here unconscious, I obviously haven't kissed him." He didn't say anything else but went back to his book. "What are we even looking for?" I tried to read a page in old English about; well frankly I had no idea what it was about. I slammed the book closed and Derek actually looked over at me. "I can't take this anymore!" I snapped. Derek didn't say anything, which was probably good because I might have started yelling at him if he had. I walked out the front door and sat down on the ground.

Erica and Boyd walked by and I thought they were going to just ignore me too till Erica stopped and turned to face me. "You ok?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm just peachy." I sighed.

"We're getting out of here tonight. You and Isaac should come with us," Erica said. I was surprised to get an invitation from her. Boyd nodded in agreement.

"We're leaving during the game," Boyd said.

"I'll think about it," I told them. They both nodded and walked inside. Isaac came over a few minutes later.

"What happened?" He asked.

"I stormed out dramatically and then didn't know where else to go."

"I was going to drive by the vet's and talk to Scott; you want to come with me?"

"Yeah sure, I've been meaning to stop by and talk to Dr. Deaton anyways." I got up and we walked to my car. I got in and sighed again. "He's just so infuriating! I know we haven't exactly been best friends but I thought we'd kind of come to an understanding."

"Maybe he'll start acting normal again after things settle down."

"Things will never settle down. I might as well just leave town, there's no point in being here."

We didn't say anything the rest of the way to Dr. Deaton's office. "Do you think he'll have anything new for you?" Isaac asked. We got out of the car and headed towards the front door.

"I don't know, I've been calling all week and I think he's started ignoring me. So probably not, but it can't hurt to check. I mean yeah I know who the werewolves are here but what happens if I go somewhere else and I run into some I don't recognize?" Isaac grabbed the door and held it open for me. Moments after the door opened dogs started barking, it was like the clinic had its own personal werewolf alarm. Scott and Dr. Deaton came out from the back room.

"Oh, it's just you two. Come on back," Dr. Deaton said, motioning us the way he had come from. Isaac and I followed him and he went into the exam room where a fuzzy little dog was lying down. I reached down and petted the dog, it didn't move much and I fell that its energy was way low; it wasn't going to last much longer. Isaac sniffed and made a face.

"Is she going to be alright?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. Dr. Deaton shook his head in response.

"Isaac, can you smell something different?"

"It smells weird," Isaac said.

"After Scott's transformation he suddenly knew if an animal was getting better or not." I scratched the dog's back again, wishing I could control when I gave away my energy. "Come here," Dr. Deaton motioned to Isaac. He stepped around me and I moved to the end of the table. "You know how your abilities can help you but have you ever wondered what they could do for others?" Isaac looked confused but I realized what he was talking about. Dr. Deaton put Isaac's hand on the dog and after a moment his veins turned as black as mine did when I hadn't fed in a while before they went back to normal. I smiled and rubbed the poor little dog again, Isaac had been able to do what I couldn't.

"There does that feel a little better?" I murmured to the puppy. I had met a girl in Texas who had been able to talk to animals, made her an amazing horseback rider, since then I'd always wished I'd been some sort of supernatural that had a nice ability like that, but no I had to end up a demon who couldn't do anything for anyone. "She's feeling better, her energy spiked." Isaac smiled but I could tell he was tearing up, I hardly recognized this guy from the guy I'd danced with at the warehouse. He was so much more than I had ever expected and I was suddenly really glad I'd stayed in town or I'd never gotten to know him.

"Scott, if you don't mind cleaning up in here," Dr. Deaton said. He took the dog and left.

Isaac explained to Scott about how Erica and Boyd planed on leaving tonight. "I want to know if you think I should stay or go."

"Wait, you're asking me for advice?" Scott asked surprised.

Isaac shrugged. "I trust you; you always want to do the right thing."

"I'm staying here," Scott said. He still seemed a little shocked that Isaac was asking him for advice. I still didn't know much about what had happened before I'd gotten into town but I got the impression that Isaac and Scott hadn't exactly been great friends before. "There are people here I care about too much to leave."

Isaac and I glanced at each other. "I'm coming with you if you go," I told him. It was weird to think that in 300 years the only person I had never wanted to leave was my sister, until now.

"Ava, can I speak with you for a moment?" Dr. Deaton asked stepping into the room.

"Yeah, sure."

I followed Dr. Deaton back out to the waiting room. "I know you're considering leaving soon but I think I might have found something to help fix your problem."

"Really?" I asked surprised.

"An herbal remedy that I've heard about from a friend of mine. It will take me a few days to prepare it and I don't know if there are side effects-"

"I'll try anything."

"I'll see what I can do about getting it sent to you."

"Wait, you know people who know other succubi?" I asked.

"My friend Peg lives in a private community full of supernatural creatures of different kinds."

"That sounds amazing! I bet the Council approves," I said.

"They're the ones who created it," Dr. Deaton said. I wasn't surprised he knew about the Council, he seemed to know about everything.

"Makes since, mainstreaming is practically a crime to them." I glanced back into the exam room where Isaac and Scott were talking.

"Go on, I'll have the medicine for you as soon as possible." I nodded and started to walk out. "And Ava? Maybe you should think about that community, it might be good for you."

"Maybe," I said.