Derek had never seen her before. He'd never scented her, heard her. Nothing. That was why when he was standing in Stiles' room, waiting for him to come home, he was shocked when a girl, no more than 14 years of age, walked into the room. When she caught sight of him she stopped and looked at him for a moment. She didn't look scared, or shocked that a random stranger, who also happened to be one of the most wanted fugitives in the entire state, was standing in her brothers room. When her brother wasn't even home.
"Oh," was all she said. She had a book in her hand, The Spiderwick Chronicles, her brown hair fell in soft curls around her shoulders but her eyes, oh those entrancing eyes, stunned Derek. They were like none he'd ever seen, they were a beautiful purple, her long eyelashes flicking over them.
Derek was frozen, completely unsure what to do. "Um…uh…I was…." he stammered. How hadn't he heard her? Smelt her? Her sent began fogging the room, it smelled of lavender and leaves, like she'd just been outside. It enveloped him and he had to stop the urge that begged for him to go closer and take in her scent deeper, get lost in it…
"It's alright," she interrupted his train of thought. "Stiles will be home in a few minutes. My dad's home, but he's downstairs doing work, so don't worry about him." She gave him a small, sweet smile. Derek was shocked. She wasn't freaking, she wasn't screaming for her dad, the sheriff, she was calm, like she knew what was going on.
"Did Stiles tell you-"
"No," she cut him off, walking further into the room and sitting on a chair off to the side, crossing her legs underneath her. She began reading the book and Derek was taken back. He'd expected her to say more. Sensing he was waiting for her to explain herself, she glanced up. "He didn't tell me. Don't worry," she tried to reassure him. Derek was really glad when Stiles burst through the door, dumping his stuff on the ground.
"Yo Vi-WOAH!?" He jumped back when he saw Derek. Derek's eyes widened, glancing over to the girl who was still sitting calmly.
"Hey Stiles. How was school?" She questioned. Stiles looked over to her.
"Oh it was alright. How was your school day?" He questioned.
"Good," she answered simply. Stiles turned back to Derek.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Stiles questioned. Derek's eyes flickered over to the girl in panic. Stiles followed his gaze. "Oh, don't worry about her," Stiles said dismissively, sitting back down on his desk chair.
"Look if you say one word-"
"Like what? Call my dad?" Stiles questioned, with a roll of his eyes. "Look buddy if I'm harbouring your ass then it's my house, my rules," Stiles said. Derek glared at him but gave a tense nod.
"Did Scott find the necklace?" Derek questioned.
Stiles shook his head. "No but I think I have another idea."
"What?"
"Well that night at the school, Scott sent Allison a text telling her to meet him there."
"So?"
"So it wasn't Scott," Stiles turned in his desk chair and began typing away on his laptop. "I'm thinking it was the alpha so if we can trace the text back to whoever sent it, we catch the alpha right?"
Derek was still nervous about talking about all of this with the girl in the room but Stiles seemed ok with it so he supposed he'd just have to trust him. "Ok, so do you know how?"
"No," Stiles shook his head. "Not me. Violet?" Stiles turned to the girl who was already looking up at him.
She nodded, calmly and confidently but not enthusiastically. "She knows how to trace a text?" Derek questioned, glancing unbelievingly at the girl.
" 'She' has a name," Violet said, standing up and gently placing the book on the chair. "And yeah. It's not that hard. Well…it's not for me," she shrugged before her eyebrows furrowed in disappointment and she cursed lightly under her breath. She turned to Stiles. "That was up myself wasn't it?" She questioned. Stiles gave a short chuckle and stood, wrapping an arm around her delicate shoulders.
"Don't worry about it," he said, seating her in the desk chair. She nodded.
"So I'm going to need the ISP, the phone number and the exact time of text," Violet stated, beginning to type.
Fifteen minutes later, she was done. Her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as they stared at the name on the screen.
"W-what? That can't be right," Stiles argued.
"It's right Stiles. But I don't-…I don't understand. Why would Scott's mum send it?" She questioned.
"We gotta go to the hospital to check it out," Derek said. Stiles straightened and nodded in agreement.
"Can I come?" Violet questioned, looking up to Stiles with those big, beautiful eyes of hers. Stiles swept some of her hair out of her face and leant down slightly so he was her height.
"Not this time Vi. It's too dangerous," he explained. "I'll get you the next Spiderwick Chronicle book tomorrow ok?"
She chewed her lip before reluctantly nodding and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Promise me you'll be careful?"
"I promise." Stiles said, hugging her tightly back. He pulled back, giving her a reassuring smile.
She nodded and he ruffled her hair before walking out of the room, although Derek hesitated.
"Keep him safe, ok?" She asked softly to Derek. He looked over to her, surprised, but gave a terse nod. She went over and sat back down, crossing her legs beneath her and picking up her book. She didn't look up as she spoke, "Bye Derek."
He was almost out the door way but he froze as she spoke. He nor Stiles had mentioned his name, hadn't said his name and yet she still new. She could sense his confusion and kept the small smirk to herself.
-O-
Violet sat in the stands next to her father. Her eyes scanned the field and she sort out Scott, her brother's and admittedly probably her, best friend. Her father was looking for Stiles and she felt sorry for him. She knew Stiles wasn't going to make it tonight.
She watched as Scott scored and passed to Danny who scored. She cheered at the end of the game. They'd won.
"I can't believe Stiles didn't show up," her father sounded angry and disappointed.
"It's alright dad," she reassured him. "He'll get another chance. Just be patient."
He sighed but nodded.
"I want to go congratulate Scott. Can I meet you in the car in like 10 minutes?" She questioned.
"Yeah sure sweety," her dad agreed and began making his way toward the car. She followed all the lacrosse players who were heading toward the boys locker room. There was a big lineup and she had to wait to get in. She got a glance of Scott talking to Allison before she was pushed back. Danny passed by her.
"Oh hey Violet," he smiled, squeezing her shoulder.
"You were really amazing tonight Danny," she smiled.
He gave a small chuckle. "Thanks squirt. I'll see you later ok?"
"Ok," she agreed. He walked out and she went to continue to the locker rooms when all the lights shut off. She froze, her breath catching in her throat. She could hear faint murmurs further in and decided to go back. She began hurrying toward the exit when she heard a familiar voice. Scott. She froze, biting her lip. Decision made she turned back and began cautiously making her way deeper into the locker room. She came to the sinks and could see the flicker of movement in the showers, although a wall blocked proper view. A body flitted out and she froze again, but he stuck to the shadows and was gone in an instant. She ran to the showers only to find Scott writhing on the floor, clutching the back of his neck. Derek stood behind him, looking slightly panicked but not moving to help him. She dropped to her knees, trying to still and calm Scott. She looked up to Derek with pleading and confused violet eyes. He looked very conflicted but didn't move to help. She glanced back down at Scott and when she looked back up, Derek was gone.
-O-
"Scott, are you going to tell me why your were writhing on the floor in pain last night?" Violet questioned. She sat in Stiles' room with her brother and their best friend.
"Violet you know I can't," Scott said.
"Yeah I know," she replied before sighing.
"I think Jackson's going out," Scott said. "We better go," he sighed.
"Oh yeah," Violet added. "Um…I got asked to the dance."
Both of the boys heads whipped to her. "What?" Their voices were laced with venom. Both were fiercely protective of her.
"Yeah…Which I thought was strange because, you know, I'm like 2 years younger than all you guys but," she shrugged.
"And you said yes?" Stiles was still processing.
"Well he didn't have a date and he kind of looked like a lost puppy and…you know I can't say no to lost puppies," Violet said.
"Who is it?" Scott questioned.
"You probably don't know him. Isaac Lahey," she replied. "I've spoken to him a couple times here and there but never really spoken to him."
"Oh-kay…" Scott said slowly.
"So I guess I'm going to need a dress," Violet questioned. "Girls wear dresses to dances right?"
"Uh..right," Stiles said.
"Well I'm going shopping with Allison and Lydia. Not for formal dresses, we're doing that another night. But I figured I should get used to the whole..um..shopping thing," Violet explained. She was rather close with Allison, having met her through Scott.
"Ok. Sure," Stiles nodded.
"Well she's picking me up and you guys have to go stalk Jackson so, I'll see you later," She smiled, standing. She wrapped an arm around her brother's neck and placed a kiss on Scott's cheek before walking out.
-O-
"Allison," Lydia puffed. "When you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping, a five mile hike in the woods wasn't really what I had in mind."
I rolled my eyes, my strides matching Allison's.
"Before I forget," Allison said. "I wanted to ask if you're ok with something. Jackson asked me to the winter formal."
"Did he?" Lydia questioned.
"Yeah," Allison had never sounded like that before. Bitchy. "Just as friends but I just wanted to make sure you were ok with it first."
"Sure. As long as it's just friends," Lydia agreed. Allison let out a cold chuckle.
"Yeah well it's not like I'd take him into the coaches office during lacrosse practice and make out with him or anything," Allison said. I snorted in amusement. I'd heard about Lydia and Scott's kiss.
"Uh…" Lydia sounded slightly shocked. "About that…"
-O-
Allison, crouching, began screwing a new head into the top of her arrow.
"What does that do?" Lydia questioned.
"Let's find out," Allison suggested, standing back up. She positioned the arrow into her bow and pulled it back before releasing it. The arrow whizzed through the air into a tree and a flash of light burst out.
"What the hell was that?" Lydia asked. Allison looked perplexed.
"I don't know," she replied.
"Can I try?" Violet questioned. Allison glanced at her and nodded, handing her a normal arrow and the bow.
"So hold it-"
"It's ok," Violet interrupted. "I know how." She carefully positioned the bow and arrow, aiming it at a slim tree. She pulled the string back and released. The arrow flew straight into the tree.
"How did…? That was amazing. I mean..how do you know archery?" Allison questioned. Violet shrugged.
"I used to try and try out every sport. I did archery for awhile," She explained.
"Well," Lydia clapped her gloved hands together. "That was fun. Anymore lethal weapons you want to try out?"
There was a snap. The girls' heads whipped around, looking for the source of movement as another crack ripped through the air.
"Stay here," Allison said quietly to Violet and Lydia.
"Why?" Lydia asked.
"Because I thought I heard something," Allison replied.
"Can I come?" Violet asked.
"No!" Lydia quickly grabbed Violet's arm. "You're staying with me. And Allison what if that something is something dangerous?"
"I'll shoot it," Violet replied for her, shifting the bow in her hands. Allison gave her a smirk before walking off.
-O-
Once Allison had dropped Violet home she went upstairs and placed the shopping bag with a pair of pink shorts, in her room before heading back downstairs.
"I miss your mum."
She froze in the doorway to the kitchen. Stiles' back was facing her, although she could see the outline of his shocked face. He stepped back closer to their dad.
"What did you say?" He asked. Dad winced and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, going to pour a glass but Stiles stopped him. Dad smiled a little, although he already looked intoxicated.
"Thanks," he murmured. Violet leaned against the doorway, watching her brother and her dad.
I miss her too, she thought. I miss mum too.
-O-
"Call it again," Scott demanded. Violet rolled my eyes. Stiles, Scott and Violet all sat in Scott's room as he searched frantically for his phone.
"It's not here!" Stiles said. "So you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?"
"I can't afford a new one! And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek," Scott said.
"Well A. You're not alone. You have me!"
"And me,'' Violet added quietly.
"Yeah and B. Didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire?" Stiles pointed out. "He sounds pretty dead to me."
Violet winced at the thought.
"Argents plan was to use him to get to the alpha. They're not going to kill him," Scott pointed out.
"Alright so just let them do what they're planning. Let them use Derek to get Peter. Problem solved," Stiles said.
"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek!" Scott protested. "I can't protect her on my own!" Scott said, rushing around the room. "Which means we need to find Derek first. Just help me!"
"Scott you probably lost it when you were fighting with him," Violet said. Scott gave her a weird look, frantically searching through his desk.
"Not even going to ask how you know about that," Scott said, shrugging it off.
"Yeah you remember that? When he was trying to kill Jackson and then trying to kill you?" Stiles said.
"He wasn't going to kill anyone!" Scott protested. "And I'm not letting him die."
"Can't you think about letting him die? For me?" Stiles asked.
"Stiles," Violet scolded. She stood and walked to where Scott was still frantically searching. "Scott," she said softly, he turned to look at her. "Stop." She grabbed his hands. "Close your eyes," She instructed. He looked confused but none the less obeyed. "Take a deep breath," She said, he complied. "Everything's going to be ok. Just calm down."
Slowly his eyes fluttered back open. He gave her a small smile and kissed the top of her head.
"Thanks Vi," he said before his head snapped to the side.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"My mum just got home," Scott said. Scott rested against his desk and they allowed him to listen for a few minutes.
"Is she ok?" Stiles asked. Scott shook his head.
"What's she doing?" Violet asked.
"Crying," Scott replied. He came over and slumped onto the bed. She slipped her arm around his shoulders.
"Scott," She said. "You can't protect everyone."
He looked to her, wrapping an arm around her middle. "I have too."
-O- (Violet's POV)
"Is something wrong Allison?" I asked as we stood on the elevator up to Macy's.
"Nothing's wrong, I just, got a lot on my mind," she replied, giving me a small smile.
"You could smile at least," Lydia pointed out. "Ever hear the saying; 'Never frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile.' Smile Allison. I'm buying you both a dress."
"I have to admit as far as apologies go, that was more than expected," Allison admitted.
"But not as much as we're going to ask," I added.
"What did I do to you again?" Lydia questioned. I gave her a sweet smile.
"Hurt Allison," I shot back. And hurt my brother, I added silently. Lydia gulped.
"Fine. What else?" Lydia questioned.
"You're going to cancel whatever dumb jock you said yes to and you're going to take someone else," Allison said.
"Who?" Lydia asked.
We all looked to my brother. "Him."
And just at that moment Stiles was looking at perfume and accidentally sprayed it in his face, sending him into a fit of sneezes. He caught sight of us and gave us a small wave. I rolled my eyes in exasperation.
"Don't frown Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile," Allison said. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Allison had always been so sweet and innocent, yet lately she seemed more bitchy and cold. I gulped, brushing it off.
.
I stood in front of the mirror with Allison as we both held up different dresses, me a light pink one and her a red one. A man walked up to us, studying us. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't figure out why, but he was bad. I just knew it. And I wanted to get away from him. I gulped, clutching the dress.
"That's not your colour," he said. I shivered at his voice and his eyes flickered to me. "Sorry if that was intrusive but, considering your skin tone I'd go lighter."
"Because I'm pale," Allison agreed, although looked a little shaken as well.
"Fair," the man contradicted. "Well you can't call skin as beautiful as yours pale. Not skin that perfect."
"Here," he grabbed a dress from behind him and pulled it to Allison, grabbing her hand. I quickly snatched her hand back.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I said. "Allison, come with me?" I asked, my eyes conveying something close to panic. She nodded and gave the man a small smile before I tugged her away. We hurried to the restrooms. When I glanced over my shoulder, the man was watching us, a small smirk on his face.
-O-
I looked at myself in the mirror, my eyebrows furrowing in disappointment. I'd decided to go with a very pretty strapless, soft pink dress. It synched just below my bust before flowing into a few different layers of sheer material. I liked it because it didn't puff out, going straight down. I didn't like puffy or extravagant dresses. It ended just above my knees. I wore simple, nice but high, cream heels.
My hair was curled, falling around my shoulders and some strands at the front were pulled back in a braid. I had a little make up on, although I didn't really own much.
"Violet!" Stiles called from downstairs. "You're date's here!"
I took in a deep breath and smoothed over my dress before grabbing my clutch and walking downstairs. Everyone said it was very hard to walk in heels, and since I'd never done it I'd been worried, but I found it easy. Isaac was standing at the door, looking nervous but cute. He wore a very nice but simple suit.
"Hey," I said softly. He gaped at me for a moment.
"Hey," he finally got out. "You look really pretty," he pointed out, giving me a smile. Stiles seemed to approve of his choice of words, not using hot or some other deterring adjective. He reached out for my hand and I placed mine in his.
"Cya Stiles," I said.
"Yeah I'll see you there," Stiles said, still looking a little cautious. "Bye," he spoke to Isaac.
"Cya," Isaac said. He led me outside and to his car. The drive there was spent with us talking and laughing. He was quiet and reserved, just like me.
When we got there he hurried over to my side to open the door before capturing my hand again as we walked in.
We danced for a little but mainly sat back and chatted quietly. I smiled when I saw Stiles leading Lydia onto the dance floor. He gave me a not-so-subtle excited wave and I gave him a small wave back.
"MCCALL!" I heard coach yell.
"Crap," I muttered. Scott wasn't meant to be at the dance. "I'll be right back," i told Isaac, who looked slightly confused but nodded. I rushed over to Scott, my eyes scanning around before an idea popped into my head. "Danny," I grabbed his arm.
"Oh hey Violet," Danny smiled.
"MCCALL! I see you!" Coach's yells were getting closer. Scott looked frantic.
"Do you want to dance?" Danny asked.
"Yes! No! Not me!" I rushed. "Scott, Danny," I smashed them together. "Dance!"
"What?" Danny questioned. "No."
"Danny please," I looked up at him and he immediately caved.
"Ok, ok," he said. Scott wrapped his arms around Danny just as coach got to them.
"Scott you-…what are you doing?" Coach questioned. Scott readjusted his arms around Danny.
"Yes coach?" Scott questioned. I covered my mouth with my hand to stop from laughing.
"Ok hold…hold on!" Coach stuttered. "I-I was just saying…I-..dance people! It's a dance!" He waved his hands around. I walked back to Isaac, laughing.
The music turned to slow music.
"Wanna dance?" I asked Isaac. He nodded enthusiastically and took my hand, leading me onto the dance floor. I looped my arms around his neck as he gripping my hips softly, smiling down at me.
As we danced I looked over to see Allison and Scott kissing. A massive smile spread across my face and I buried my head in Isaac's shoulder to hide it. He brought me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me. I pulled my head back, smiling up at him. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. My eyes widened and for a moment I was frozen before I took a step back. He looked panicked.
"I'm sorry I just-"
"No, no it's ok," I interrupted. "It's just… I'm only 14 and-"
"Yeah no um that was stupid I um-…." he trailer off. "God I am such an idiot."
"No Isaac," I sighed. "It's alright. I'll be right back ok? I just want to get some air."
He nodded, looking dejected but I figured we'd both feel better if we had a moment to ourselves so I walked outside. I squinted, seeing someone on the lacrosse field. The lights on the field flickered on and my eyes widened. It was Lydia. And there was someone striding toward her. it was the man from the shops. My mind pieced together what little information I had and I began running, in the process kicking off my heels.
"LYDIA!" I screamed. "RUN!" She glanced to me but it was to late. The man was on her and he bit her, splattering blood all over her. I didn't stop as I ran to them or slow down, instead I got faster, pounding right into the guy and knocking him back. He flipped me off him, sinking his claws into my arms. I whimpered in pain. He smiled, his eyes sweeping over me.
"Don't you look lovely," he smiled. Tears pricked my eyes but I quickly pushed them back.
"Where's Derek?" He demanded.
"I-I don't know," I stammered.
"Yes you do. Tell me how to find him," he demanded, sinking his claws further into me. I gritted my teeth against the pain.
"I have no idea what's going on. How would I know that?" I said. He chuckled.
"Oh Violet, dear. You're a lot smarter than they all think. They might not now it but I do. You know exactly what's going on, don't you?" He said, jolting his hands to send more pain through me.
"Yes," I managed through gritted teeth. "I know you're a monster and that all you want is revenge. But have you ever noticed, the bad guy never wins?"
"Well then," he smiled. "Lucky I'm not the bad guy." He pulled me to my feet, finally pulling his claws out of my arms. "Now tell me how to find Derek, or I'll kill her." He looked to Lydia. I bit my lip, closing my eyes, unsure what to do. "Tell me Violet. Or do you want to be responsible for the death of one of your best friends?"
I took in a shaky breath, opening my eyes. "Fine. I'll help you."
"Now there's a good girl," he said, pushing some of my hair out of my eyes. I resisted the urge to smack his hand away.
"But I'm not leaving her here," I declared. He gave me a deadpanned look before sighing.
"Fine. Call your brother," he said. I pulled out my phone and quickly dialled Stiles' number.
"Violet? Where are you? Look get inside now-"
"Stiles," I interrupted, fighting back tears. "It's ok. Everything's going to be ok. I'm going to make it ok."
"What? Violet where are you?"
"Lydia's on the lacrosse field. She's been bitten, but she'll be alright. Come and get her, take her to the hospital. I have to go with the alpha-"
"What?" Stiles interrupted. "How do you know about that? Violet stay away from him!"
"I love you," my voice shook.
"VIOLET! NO WAIT I'M COMING NOW! I-" I hung up, cutting of Stiles' voice. A tear trickled down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away.
"Let's go," I said, briskly. He led me over to Stiles' jeep. "Uh..we don't have-"
He held up a pair of keys. "And you have my brothers keys," I sighed. "Of course you do."
We hopped in and he began driving. He glanced over to me.
"Don't worry about Lydia. If she lives, she'll be a werewolf, she'll be amazing," he said.
"Yeah and once a month she'll go out of her mind and try to kill everyone," I pointed out.
"Well seeing as she's a girl," he said. "Twice a month."
I looked to him in disgust. "So you're Derek's uncle, Peter right?" I asked. He looked surprised.
"How'd you know that one?" He questioned.
"Well I figured since you were the only survivor from the fire, the text was sent from the hospital you were at, it had to be you," I said. He nodded, looking impressed.
"You did your research," he commented, turning the corner into a parking lot. I didn't reply. He parked the car and turned to me.
"How are you going to find Derek?" He questioned.
"He..he took Scott's phone. All phones have GPS on them so…"
"So?" He prompted.
"So I can track him. If he's still got the phone..then…"
"Then we can find him," Peter finished for me. I reluctantly nodded. He got out the car and I had no choice but to follow. We walked over to what i guessed was his car and he opened his boot. I gasped, covering my mouth with my hands. In the boot was the body of a nurse. He glanced down.
"I didn't need her anymore," he said. I shivered. What would happen when he didn't need me anymore?
He pulled out a laptop and handed it to me. I began reluctantly typing.
"You're going to kill people aren't you?" I questioned.
"Only the responsible ones," he said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.
"Violet, people killed my whole entire family. They deserve to die as well," he pointed out.
"Derek's whole family died," I pointed out. "But he's not going around killing people."
"Why do you think I want to find him?" He leaned in closer. "Because Derek's going to help me kill them. And so is Scott."
"No he's not," I argued, a little unsure of myself. "No Derek wouldn't do that and Scott definitely wouldn't."
"He will, because it'll save you and Allison. And you will because it'll save Scott. You understand?"
I bit my lip, my eyes watering but quickly pushed the tears away and slowly nodded.
"Now. Type," he said, his eyes flashing red. I gulped, turning back to the computer.
"Look I don't know his password," i said.
"Yes you do," he immediately said.
"No I don't," I protested. A hand was immediately around my throat, gripping hard enough that was sure to leave bruises.
"Yes. You. Do," he said slowly before letting go. I didn't move. He pushed me onto the ground and I fell onto my arm. He placed a foot on my stomach and I coughed, spluttering.
"Now. Are you going to help me or be difficult?" He questioned.
"H-Help," I managed to get out. He smiled and took his foot off before grabbing my hands and pulling me to my feet. I began typing again.
"His username is Allison?" He questioned. I typed again. "His password is Allison as well?"
I looked to him. "Still want him in your pack?"
He rolled his eyes. We waited a few moments before the location popped up.
"What?" I said, looking at the screen. "That's where the old Hale house is. Why are they keeping him there?"
"Not at it," he said, closing the laptop. "Under it. I know exactly where that is." His head snapped to the side, like he'd heard something. "And I'm not the only one." He began walking away.
"So you're not going to kill me?" I questioned. He turned back to me.
"Don't you get it? I'm not the bad guy here," he said. I laughed.
"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs and you go around killing people but you're not the bad guy?" I questioned.
"Violet, I like you. So, since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return," he said. "Do you want the bite?"
"I would never want to be like you," I said immediately. "I don't want power or revenge. I just want all my friends safe."
He smirked. "Your heartbeat rose on the words; 'I don't want power.' You can lie to yourself, Violet. But not me." With that he turned and hopped into the car, driving off. I took in a deep breath before looking at Stiles' keys in my hands.
I let out a breath and muttered, "Well, here goes nothing."
-O-
I was at the Hale house in 10 minutes, avoiding main roads and going a shortcut I knew from studying maps of Beacon Hills. I hadn't driven a car before but I knew the theory of it and apparently the prac wasn't that hard anyway. I pulled up a fair way off and ran the rest of the way. Under the house, I thought, looking around. I spotted an entrance with a grate over it and began to make my way toward it. I pulled it open and glanced down it before I heard voices.
"Look I don't know when Kate's coming back so just get me out! Get me out right now!" It was Derek's voice.
"Promise you'll help me," Scott! I took off running as fast as I could down the tunnel, skidding to a stop when Derek and Scott came into sight. Their heads whipped over to me.
"Violet?!" Scott questioned. He ran to me, inspecting the cuts that littered my body. "Oh my god are you ok? What happened? Why-"
"I'm alright Scott," I interrupted. "It's a long story but Peter's on his way here-"
"What?" Derek interrupted me. "How do you know about Peter and what-"
"Look he just is ok!" I yelled. "We need to get out of here right now!" Scott had never seen me like this, uncollected. I'd always been, quiet and reserved, never raised my voice. He'd only ever seen me cry once, when my mother died and even then it was only a few tears.
"Scott get me out!" Derek demanded. Scott turned back to him.
"Not until you tell me how to stop him," Scott said. I looked to Scott in shock. He wasn't seriously going to leave Derek there was he?
"You'd risk my life for your girlfriend? For your stupid teenage crush that means absolutely nothing?" Derek shouted. "You're not in love Scott! You're 16 years old! You're a child!"
"Maybe you're right," Scott nodded.
"But I know something you don't," I spoke up. "That deer, the one with the spiral in it's side?" I prompted.
"How do you know about that?" Derek asked in shock.
I let out a humourless chuckle. "Why everyone thinks I'm some stupid, helpless girl baffles me. I actually listen to people, watch things. You find out a hell of a lot more if you do. Your sister, the one that was killed, came back to Beacon Hills to investigate it, right?" I asked. I'd overheard Scott and Stiles talking about it. Derek recoiled and didn't say anything, but he didn't need to. "Yeah well I talked to Deaton and he said that a woman came in asking for a picture of it. You know who it was? Peter's nurse. Peter planted the spiral on that deer so your sister would come to town to investigate. I'm guessing she was alpha before and the alpha power was transferred to Peter when he killed her. Right?" I asked. Scott and Derek gaped at me. "He purposely killed her and that's why you're going to help us."
Scott turned away, sighing. But I could see it in Derek's eyes. He was with us. So I grabbed the key that was sitting on the desk and walked up to him, slipping it into Derek's shackle lock and twisting. He looked very confused by my actions but I gave him a small, what I hoped was reassuring, smile.
"Look just say you'll help and I'll undo your other-" Scott was cut off by the sound of the metal clanking. He turned to see me placing the key back on the desk as Derek rubbed his wrists.
"I'll help you," Derek said.
"Come on we gotta go," I said, grabbing Derek's shirt and jacket that lay on the desk. I handed the to him and quickly pulled the clothing on. He began limping out and Scott slipped an arm around him to support him. We stumbled our way out of the tunnel and up into the forest. We made it a little way before I winced and stopped.
"Stop," I said.
"What?" Scott asked, but Derek was looking around like me.
"Something's not right," i said, looking to Derek for support.
"Yeah it's like..it's like it-"
"Oh wait no don't say too easy!" Scott interrupted. "People say too easy and bad things happen," Derek rolled his eyes. "Do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy so if something's going right for like two seconds can we just thank god that we finally have the tiniest bit of luck for once?!"
Derek and I reluctantly nodded. Scott let out a breath and offered me his hand. I grabbed it and we went to walk when the sound of whizzing distracted me. I turned to see Derek get shot with an arrow in the shoulder. I let out a scream and went to run to him but Scott wrapped an arm around my waist, not letting me. Another arrow went into Derek's leg.
"Your eyes!" Derek shouted. I immediately closed them as Allison shot the arrow, realising it was the one from the other day. But Scott didn't in time and it blinded him momentarily. I ran to Derek, glancing at his face as he pulled out the arrow in his shoulder. I placed a hand on his leg and yanked the one from his leg out. He stood and began limping to Scott. I glanced over at Allison in shock.
"Allison what are you doing?" I demanded, my voice shaking.
"Come on let's go!" Derek tried. Allison's eyes softened as they landed on me but she stood, Kate behind her and they began to stride over to us. Derek grabbed my hand and began pulling Scott and I. They both fell to the ground and I pulled at Derek but he couldn't get up.
"Violet go!" Derek begged. I stumbled back.
"Allison I can explain," Scott said from behind me.
"Stop lying," Allison demanded. "For once stop lying."
"I was going to tell you the truth at the formal," Scott said, rubbing his eyes. "I was going to tell you everything. Because everything that I said, everything that I did-"
"Was to protect me?" Allison interrupted. "I don't believe you."
"Oh thank god, now shoot him before I have to shoot myself,'' Kate said. I saw the gun in her hand.
"What? You said we were going to catch them," Allison said.
"Yes and we did that. Now we kill them," Kate said. I was already running towards her as she raised her gun at Derek. I tackled her to the ground. The gun went off and I felt a searing numbness in my arm. Kate looked shocked and she stood as I gripped my bleeding arm. It burned, blood covering my hand as agony swept through my whole side. Luckily the bullet had only grazed it, cutting off some flesh.
"Violet!" Allison rushed over to me, trying to stem the bleed. Kate raised the gun at my head and Allison looked at her in horror.
"Kate she's human," Allison argued. "Stop." She grabbed her aunt's arm but Kate pushed her to the ground.
"Kate!" A yell came and we turned to see Chris Argent, Allison's dad. "I know what you did. Now put the gun down."
"I did what I was told to do," Kate argued.
"Nobody told you to kill innocent people," Chris argued. "There were children in that house. Ones who were human."
My face paled. Of course. How I hadn't thought of it before, I didn't know. Kate had burned down the Hale house.
"Look at yourself. You're pointing a gun at a 14 year old human girl," Chris pointed out. "We go by the code. Nous chassons ceux qui nous chasse."
"We hunt those who hunt us," I murmured to myself. Kate's finger curled around the trigger and I let out a shaky breath. Chris raised his own gun.
"Put the gun down," he demanded. He shot, purposely but narrowly missing Kate. "Before I put you down." Kate slowly lowered the gun. The door to the Hale house creaked.
"Violet get back," I heard Derek say from behind me. He grabbed my waist, pulling me behind him. "Are you ok?" He asked, gently removing my hand from my fast bleeding arm. I gulped.
No. "Yeah," I nodded. He ripped off some of the bottom of his shirt and tied it around the wound. I winced as he tightened it. He gave me a small nod of thanks, for tackling Kate away from him and all, before turning back.
"What is it?" Allison questioned.
Scott answered. "It's the alpha."
A shadow flitted out. My eyes couldn't keep up with it. It took down Chris first, knocking him clean off his feet. Then it knocked Allison over, her bow flying from her hands and landing at my feet. It pushed Scott over next.
"Come on!" Kate yelled. "Come on!" Peter was by her in a second. He grabbed her wrist, standing out of the line of shot as she fired. He snapped her wrist. He grabbed her by her throat and threw her onto the front porch of the Hale house before following her up and dragging her inside. Allison rushed past me. Derek and Scott ran in after her and I began to run as well but Derek stopped me.
"No, stay out here," he said before running after Scott into the house. I pushed my hand through my hair, letting out a shaky breath. Allison ran back out and went to her dad.
"Dad?" She asked, shaking him. "Dad?"
Scott was thrown out of the house and the alpha followed. He was a monster, black haired and somewhere between human and wolf. It went to lunge for Scott but there was a beep and headlights shone in its eyes. A porsche pulled up and my brother and Jackson got out, each holding a flask. Stiles threw his but the alpha caught it.
"Oh damn," Stiles muttered. I quickly picked up the bow at my feet and a stray arrow beside it and as swiftly as I could hooked it in. It was a small target but I easily aimed and shot. The arrow smashed the flask and it burst into flames. Molotov cocktail.
It lit the alpha's arm on fire and it screeched in pain. Jackson threw his flask and it engulfed the rest of the alpha in flames. The alpha turned back into human form. Peter fell to his knees, completely bloodied and disgusting.
Allison went over to Scott who was still in wolf form and leaned down in front of him. Scott looked away, wanting to hide his eyes but she grabbed his chin and slowly leaned into kiss him. As they kissed Scott changed back to human form.
"Why did you do that?" Scott asked when they'd pulled back.
"Because I love you," Allison said softly. Scott smiled before looking behind him to see Derek walking over to Peter, who was grasping onto life somehow.
Scott quickly stood.
"Wait!" Scott shouted. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you! Derek if you do this I'm dead! Her father, her family! What am I supposed to do?!" Scott demanded. Derek was kneeling over Peter and I could hear Peter, taunting him. Derek raised a hand.
"WAIT NO NO DON'T!" Scott shouted, but it was too late. Derek had slashed Peter's throat. He looked back to us, his eyes slowly glowing red.
"I'm the alpha now."
-O-
I looked at my dress. It was ripped and splattered with blood. Ruined. I sighed, hanging it on a hanger and putting it in my cupboard anyway, not wiling to throw it out yet. I pushed a hand through hair, wincing when my arm began to burn again. I had a bandage wrapped around it. I'd gone to the hospital and gotten stitches. I heard my window slide open and shut behind me but I wasn't scared. i gulped.
"Derek?" I asked, turning around. He stood, his hands in his jacket pockets, leaning against the window sill.
"I just-…." he let out a frustrated breath as if he couldn't quite get out what he wanted to say. "Are you ok?" He eventually asked. I shrugged and nodded.
"Yeah. Just sore. Got bruises and cuts everywhere," I tried to smile, really I did, but I couldn't. "Are you ok?" He shrugged.
"I'm fine," he said. There was a tense silence for a moment before I felt tears pricking my eyes. Seeing them, he took a step forward.
"I'm scared," i said softly. "I can't lose Stiles. Not him too," my voice was quiet, almost inaudible. Derek hesitantly grabbed my good arm, gently pulling me into his chest. He buried his face in my hair, careful not to hold me to tight and hurt me.
"You won't. It's ok. You're safe," he murmured. I slumped against him, my small fingers gripping his jacket. He softly scooped me up in his arms and placed me on my bed, pulling the covers over me. He stroked some hair out of my face before straightening up.
"Derek?" I murmured.
"Mmm?"
"Stay with me?" I asked, my eyes closed. He froze. He wanted to, it was all he wanted to do. Climb into bed with me and get lost in my scent, hold me close and make sure I was still there, breathing and safe. And he had absolutely no idea why he was feeling it all.
(POV change)
He'd tried and succeeded to push emotions away from himself for 6 years, how could some teenage girl bring them back in a matter of days?
But he couldn't resist. He slipped in beside her and she immediately curled into his body. He wrapped an arm around her, shielding her from the outside world. He wasn't sure why he felt all of these emotions but he did. She was so innocent, so vulnerable, so perfect. So young. Life hadn't ruined her yet and he was going to try damn hard to make sure it didn't. Or perhaps it already had. Perhaps she'd been ruined long ago and she just didn't show it. He wasn't sure which was correct but he knew he was going to protect her. He wouldn't let the supernatural world taint her perfection. Not this time.
-O-
