Bethany, Oregon 2011

Aurora rushed downstairs. Her long blonde curls had fallen out of their bun, tumbling down her back in waves of gold. 

Reagan came stumbling in through the back door, her face streaked with soot and tears. Her fur coat looked like it had been thrown down a chimney. Soot fell off of her onto the tiled floor of their home. 

"What did you do?!" Aurora cried, looking out the huge glass windows to see the orange glow of the torches in the distance, advancing towards their home. Angry voice shouted in the distance. 

"I-I couldn't stop it.. I-I," Reagan sobbed, her voice stuttering through her tears "I killed him!"

"Oh God.." Aurora whispered, pulling at her hair. She felt the ice crawling up the back of her throat as she began to have a panic attack, but she took a few deep breaths, praying to stay in control. 

"Come on, we have to leave. Now," Aurora ordered, grabbing her sister's hand and pulling her upstairs. Reagan stumbled after her, Aurora flinched when she felt how hot Reagan's skin was. But she ignored it

"Go to your room, pack only what's important and find me downstairs," Rory whispered, Reagan nodded and hiccupped through her tears as she ran down the hall and went into her room.

Rory opened her bedroom door, and gasped when the door handle turned to ice and bit her skin with how cold it was. She yanked her hand back, and stared at the frozen knob. Terrified of herself and how she was losing control like this. 

Aurora shouldered the door opened the rest of the way and rushed into her room. She grabbed the suitcase out of her closet and stuffed it with only the necessities. Jeans, shirts-

Reagan's scream from downstairs made Rory freeze. She threw the suitcase down and ran downstairs. Her sister was backed up against the wall near the parlor, watching in horror as the people of the town banged on their door. Their torches held up, their angry faces illuminated by the fire. 

Rory went over to her sister, and stood in front of her. Her eyes filling with tears as she listened to the horrible words the people she had grown up with were saying to them. 

Monsters

Die

Leave, or we will kill you

Reagan's hands were plastered to the wall, creating dark hand prints as her skin burned the plaster. The smell drifted to Rory's nose, and she quickly took her sister's hands in her own. Hearing the sizzle as the fire in her sister's palms went out once they came in contact with her icy ones. 

"We have to leave," Rory commanded, yanking her sister to the back door, as they heard the windows being smashed in. 

"Wait!" Reagan cried, yanking out of her sisters grasp and running back into the parlor. Rory watched as her sister stopped in front of the massive fire place, she knelt down and reached up the chimney, moving a brick out of the wall and reached into the secret compartment until she found what she was looking for. Upon grabbing it, Reagan ran back to her sister and nodded

"Okay," she said, breathing hard "Lets go,"

The sisters ran for their lives, pushing open the back door and heading towards the tree line of the forest behind their home. Not stopping until they reached the top of the hill, over looking the rest of the town. Rory watched as the towns people broke into their childhood home. Their angry chants would never be forgotten. 

Rory slowly grabbed her sister's hand. These people knew their secret. They knew everything now. 

"Burn it," Rory said, her voice dipped in venom. Reagan stared at her sister in horror

"But, all those people-"

"Burn it!" Aurora screamed, her eyes flashing an icy blue. Reagan stumbled away, and brought her hands to her mouth, letting out shaky sobs. 

Reagan sobbed as she lifted her hands, imagining their home. Imagining all the memories, mostly bad, but some good. She felt the heat in her blood begin to race, charging her skin.

Reagan closed her eyes and cried out, feeling the heat. It was almost too much to handle.

Aurora watched as their childhood home went up in flames, and closed her eyes. She saw herself freezing every lock in the home. Ice filling the key holes so no one could get out. 

Aurora opened her eyes, and drowned out the screams of horror from the people they once called their friends. She didn't feel anything, the ice in her veins had numbed her completely. 

"Come on, lets go, we can never come back here," Aurora whispered to her sister, who was staring at the fire as it grew, watching so many people die.. 

Reagan took her sisters hand and the two continued their journey into the night. 

We had to do what we did.

They would have killed us.

New York City, Present Day

Aurora slowly rolled over in the bed she was laying in. Her head was killing her, she reached up and rubbed the exhaustion from her eyes. 

A heavy snore made her flinch as she looked over at the stranger next to her sleeping away in bed. She looked around his messy apartment and sighed. Beer cans were all over the coffee table, his clothes that he had taken off were all over the floor. 

Rory closed her eyes briefly, before slowly getting out of bed. Making sure not to take him, she didn't wanna explain why she was leaving so quickly. She creeped over and grabbed her jeans off of the floor, sliding them up her long legs. She grabbed her red sweater off of the dresser and pulled it on over her head, messing up her already messy hair in the process. She felt so tired. 

A tiny streak of the morning light was shining in through a hole in the blinds covering the windows. Rory heard the early morning sounds of the city, and swallowed hard. She grabbed her converses off of the floor, and looked around the apartment once more, her eyes settling on the man's wallet laying on the coffee table. 

Rory's eyes flashed, and she looked at the man sleeping. He clearly wasn't waking up anytime soon. Rory slowly tip toed over to the wallet, and picked It up. Flipping it open, she pulled out one of the hundred dollar bills he had stuffed into his wallet. She looked at his drivers license in the process.

Huh, so his name is Jack

Rolling her eyes at her thoughts, she set his wallet back down, and slipped the money into her back pocket. She blew the stranger a kiss and quickly left his apartment. 

She slipped her converses on and grabbed her cellphone out of her pocket, dialing her sister's number. 

"Ugh, hello?" Reagan's groggy voice spoke on the other end, Rory smirked

"Happy Birthday!" she cheered, making sure to be extra annoying. Reagan groaned 

"You're so loud," Reagan complained "But.. Happy Birthday to you too," 

Aurora smiled faintly. Yes, the two shared a birthday. They were exactly one year apart. Aurora was 19, turning 20, and Reagan was 18, turning 19. 

"Where are you, it's really loud?" Reagan asked, starting to wake up a little more

"I'm heading towards the L right now, sorry. The shift at the Diner ran a lot later than expected," Aurora lied, feeling a lump in her throat. She hated lying to her sister, but she didn't need to know she was having sex with strangers for money. 

"Well, hurry back. I scrounged up enough money to buy a cake mix. We're making it when you get here," Reagan said. 

"No, don't worry about it. I got paid a little extra today for working over time. I'll stop at a bakery on my way home and get us a real cake," Aurora said, a little excited. 

"Oh, I guess that means I'll have to make this cake mix and just eat it all..." Reagan teased "What a shame," 

Aurora laughed at her sister's antics "I'll be home in a little bit, love ya," 

"Love ya too!" Reagan said, and hung up. Aurora slid her cheap phone back into her pocket as she got to an L transit. She held onto the railing as she went down the stairs to stand on the platform, other people were all standing around. Waiting for the subway to pull up for it's timely morning run. 

Aurora stood back a little, not wanting to stand so close to a crowd of people.

"Excuse me, Miss, aren't you cold?" an older woman asked, looking over at Aurora. She had on a long fur coat, her graying hair was tucked into a warm winter hat. 

Aurora smiled at her "No, the cold doesn't really bother me," she said gently. The lady nodded and looked over as an older looking man walked up to her. Probably her husband. He wore a long gray trench coat, and walked with a cane. He wore an old fashioned black top hat, and one of his eyes was cloudy. Like he was going blind. 

He looked like a modern day Disney character. Everything about him was so out of the ordinary. 

"Are you talking to strangers again, Mary?" he asked the lady, who blushed a little and smiled up at him. The man tipped his hat at Aurora "Sorry, my wife likes making new friends,"

Aurora giggled, she somehow felt at easy around these people. She couldn't explain it "it's quite alright, I just wish I was as much as an extrovert as she was," 

The lady-Mary- laughed at this "Is that what you kids are calling it now a days? My husband just calls it crazy,"

"We're all a little crazy, aren't we?" Aurora asked, with a shrug. The train was pulling up, and she began walking that way "It was nice talking to you guys!" she called, as she got on the train and found a seat in the back. She looked out the window to see the older couple getting on the same train as her, they smiled at her as they sat up front. 

Rory looked back out the window, and sighed. Loving how the ice crystals stuck to the windows during this time of year. Rory slowly reached up and touched her pointer finger to the glass, watching as the ice crystals grew out of her touch, spreading across the window, crawling up it. Like frozen spiders leaving webs of ice. 

Rory slowly pulled her hand away and hugged her sweater closer, not that she was cold. She never got cold. She just loved the feeling of the soft fabric against her skin. 

She slowly leaned back in her seat as the train started to move, and closed her eyes.

Reagan watched as she held the lighter under her hand, bringing the flame against her skin. And watched as her skin reacted to the flame. Welcoming it. But not burning her, never burning her. 

Fire was her friend, her best friend. 

Reagan set the lighter down and sighed. She looked around the empty apartment, wishing she was home in her big queen sized bed. That she could be wrapped in her robe of satin, and take a long bubble bath, not worrying about the outside world.

But everything she had once had, was now a pile of ash on the ground. Covered by mounds of snow, forever to be forgotten. Along with the people that were in that house that night. 

Reagan shook her head, she would not think about that night.

She couldn't. Not now. Not ever. 

She couldn't think about all those people who lost their lives that night. She couldn't think about that truck. 

She couldn't think about him. Couldn't think about the look on his face after he had seen what she had done. Couldn't forget the fear in his eyes.

Fear of her. Fear of what she was

Reagan shook her head "Stop it," she hissed to herself. 

You're a monster

Reagan gasped at the voice in her head 

You deserve to be burned, just like all those people you killed

"Stop.." Reagan croaked, holding her hands over her ears

You're a murderer.

Reagan sobbed, and squeezed her eyes shut

Monster

"Stop!" Reagan screamed, as she stumbled to her knees. The voice wasn't stopping. It would just get louder, and louder. 

Monster

Monster

MONSTER 

Reagan could never forget the voice. It was the voice that haunted her dreams. The voice that chilled her to the bone.

The voice of her Father