~Trail of Darkness~
**Hello all! This story was requested to me by FeralG3, and this will be a Kira/OC story! It probably will not be very long, as it is based almost solely on season 3B, but the story line asked for was a good one I thought, so here it goes! I will not take any additional requests now, and I am not sure if I will again, as I have a lot of things going on and don't want to disappoint anyone! I hope you all enjoy it and will let me know what you think! As a heads up, posting will be very slow with this one, as I am watching the show alongside writing, which I do not always have time for being that I have a full time job. Thanks for reading!**
Intro
"And you couldn't wake up?" Scott's voice echoed to me from across the campus. It wasn't unusual for me to overhear things said between him and Stiles, and I made sure to try and give them privacy, but at the same time, my interest was piqued.
Things were beginning to change around Beacon Hills again. I felt it in the air, like I was surrounded by clouds of darkness. We had been forewarned before Scott, Stiles and Allison had made themselves sacrifices that other creatures would more than likely be drawn here, and I believed that the time had come.
"It's called muscle atonia." Stiles's voice brought me back from my thoughts. I pressed myself against the wall and propped my leg up, crossing my arms. I watched the busybodied teenagers bustle about the lawn, hurrying to make it to their first class before the bells rang. I was going to wait to go in until my alpha showed up.
"But sometimes your mind can wake up before your body does, so for a split second, you're actually aware that your body is paralyzed." Stiles said quickly. As they ran up the stairs to the building, I pushed away from the wall and made my way toward them.
"It turns your dreams into a nightmare-ah!" Stiles screeched as I bisected their route and came to Scott's side. "Alistair! Could you attempt to not be creepy!?" Stiles complained at me, "I know you could hear what we were talking about. Why do I get the idea that you did that on purpose?"
"Well," I said under my breath, "you are the smart one."
Scott smiled at me before turning back to his best friend with the same smile. "He did it on purpose, I know he did." Stiles grumbled to him.
"You were saying?" Scott said as we pushed the doors open to the school. "Well, what if what we did that night, what if it's still affecting us?" Stiles went on, a worried but curious expression on his face.
This confirmed my worry about whether or not the darkness of their sacrifice was beginning to take hold. "Post traumatic stress?" Scott asked.
"Or something worse." Stiles answered.
We made our way into the classroom and sat down. I pulled out my notebook and began taking notes from those on the board, but didn't pay attention fully.
"I'm not even sure if this is real..." Stiles' voice carried over to me. It was haunting, like he was terrified to admit it. It was definitely time to rethink our sense of safety.
~The Next Day~
"Come on in, Alistair." Melissa said as she opened the door to the McCall household and began walking back up the stairs. I heard Isaac's and Scott's voices speaking to each other, and although I could tell they weren't hostile, there was something there that told me that Isaac was in trouble.
"They'll be down in just a moment, okay?" She said to as she disappeared behind the wall upstairs. I said nothing in reply, but braced against the door and waited, deciding to take enjoyment in listening to Scott's words.
"I mean, like, you didn't kiss her or anything, right?" Scott's strained patience showed in his voice, and I felt a smile creeping onto my lips. Isaac had been stupid to try and go after Allison when he knew full well that our alpha was in love with her. If Scott didn't throw him through a wall, I just might.
"No!" Isaac answered nervously, "Absolutely not. No."
A breath of silence.
"Did you want to?" Scott asked quietly.
Well, here it came. "Oh yeah, totally." Isaac answered honestly, knowing that Scott's reaction probably would have been worse if he'd lied. I heard his heart speed up, and the scrap of Scott's teeth across his bottom lip as he struggled to keep his composure.
Suddenly, a loud crashing noise resonated through the hall and I snickered. I heard glass shatter as a picture frame broke on the wooden floor. Melissa's impatient walking followed the crash.
"Hey!" She spoke forcefully, "You two supernatural teenage boys, don't test my entirely un-supernatural level of patience."
Isaac groaned in pained response, but breathed through the rest, finally asking Scott, "Feel better?"
Scott didn't answer, but instead I heard them begin making their way toward the stairs. "Alistair, good to see you." Scott said, walking down them and heading toward the kitchen. Isaac come behind a little slower, like a scared puppy. "Told you it was stupid." I told him in a hushed tone.
"Give me a break," he grunted, rubbing a hurt spot on his back. Rolling my eyes, I followed Scott into the kitchen and waved away his offer of a piece of toast. I'd already eaten, like I did every morning before my routine workout.
After Scott and Isaac ate, they slung their backpacks across their backs and we left together.
I drove my car behind Scott's motorcycle, monitoring every possible situation that could arise. It wasn't unlike things to hit us out of nowhere. Isaac sat beside me, a worried and contemplating look on his face. "What are you thinking?" I asked him, breaking his concentration. "Things I shouldn't be." He replied.
I gave a harsh half growl, half scoff. "Damn it, Isaac. You can't pursue Allison anymore, you got that?" "You're exactly like Derek," he replied, "you should loosen up."
Instead of biting back with immature words, I quieted and withdrew to myself. He knew my cousin well, and he also should have known that I could easily take Derek if I chose to, much less worry about losing to him. If I wanted to kick his ass, I could, and at this point, I was beginning to want to.
"You have no respect for your alpha." I said, keeping my feelings completely even. I rarely lost my temper, even when it came to fighting. If I was going to defend myself, my alpha and my pack, it depended on me keeping a level head.
Isaac gaped at me. I was well aware of the loyalty he had to Scott, but it was highly inappropriate for him to be chasing the skirt of our alpha's ex, and even more so while Scott was trying to win her back.
He quieted, as did I, and we rode the rest of the way to school in silence.
Upon arriving, I watched Scott park his motorcycle and I pulled in beside him. As I unbuckled my seat belt, I watched Scott as he glared into his reflection in the helmet.
He shook his head hard, then looked slightly calmer. "Scott?" I asked, getting out of the vehicle. "I'm okay." He told me, though he didn't look like he was okay.
I came to flank his right side as we walked to the school building. He didn't say anything to either of us, but he kept looking over his shoulder with a look that I didn't like. Finally, he turned fully, gazing worriedly at his shadow.
Before I could ask what was going on, he took off. "Scott!" Isaac called, but I took off after him. He raced down the stairs. "Scott, slow down!" I called. His panicked breath had me defensive. What was he so scared of?
Stiles caught him at the bottom of the stairs and I met up with them, Isaac in tow. "Hey, hey are you alright?" Stiles asked him.
Scott's bewildered, worried look was enough answer.
"You don't look alright, Scott." Stiles went on. "I'm okay." Scott answered shakily. "No, you're not. It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?" "How'd you know?"
Stiles shifted uncomfortably, and my eyes flew to Lydia and Allison as they approached us. "Because," Lydia spoke strongly, "it's happening to all three of you."
My gaze shifted to Allison, whose look matched those of Scott and Stiles. A bad feeling coiled up in my stomach as I watched the three sacrificed pack members glance at each other in worry.
"Enough focusing on that," I said, no longer able to take their fretting in silence, "We've got school to attend. School first, supernatural problems later." "Alistair is right," Scott agreed, "let's go in before we're late."
Hurriedly, we all rushed into the school building. Lydia forcefully pushed the double doors open, and the air around her changed from slightly worried to smug.
"Well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one." She said happily, almost bouncing with giddiness as she walked into the hall. "We are not crazy." Allison contradicted her, like she needed to convince herself of that fact.
"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah...you guys are fine." Lydia said, giving what some would consider a comical look.
"Lydia," I warned. "No, I mean, we did die and come back to life," Scott said, "That's got to have some side effects, right?"
Just then, the school bell rang loudly. "Let's go." I prompted them, already beginning to head for my class. "Keep an eye on each other," Stiles said, beginning to walk off himself.
"And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much." He griped at her on his way by. "What?" She asked innocently.
I shook my head, making my way into my first class.
Good old history. What a bore.
"Good morning everyone." Came the voice of an unfamiliar teacher. I looked up, seeing who he was. He seemed harmless enough, and of Korean descent. He was a bit on the shorter side, not that I could talk about that at my own 5''10.
"My name is Mr. Yukimura. I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. My family and I moved here three weeks ago. I'm sure by now, you all know my daughter, Kira."
I hoped this guy wasn't the overly friendly type, they were always the ones to die first when calamity came.
"Or you might not since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school...or brought home a friend for that matter." He babbled on.
A loud slam in the back of the classroom brought me to attention and I swung my eyes back, looking for the culprit. I found her with her head buried in her arms, obviously humiliated. I felt a smile tug at my lips.
"Either way, there she is." He said, smiling himself as everyone else turned to look at her as well. A giggle set about the classroom as she sheepishly looked up.
I couldn't help but notice what a gorgeous girl she was, with soft looking waves of black hair and large brown eyes. My eyes slid to my alpha, sitting a row over and back. It was obvious that he was captured as well, and I dropped my eyes and listened to her heart.
Though she was beginning to settle back down, I could still smell her anxiety. I did my best to ignore her, and focus on what her father had to say. Something about the turn of history at the 20th century.
I heard Scott's heart begin to race. Was he still staring at her?
I turned, looking directly at him, and watched his eyes follow something that wasn't there. "Scott." I called under my breath, but he didn't hear me. His heartbeat went even faster.
"Scott!" I said again, a little more forcefully. He suddenly snapped to, looking back to me. I raised my eyebrows.
"I'm okay." He mouthed, then focused on writing in his notebook.
Once again, I went back to what I was doing, attempting to focus on my work. I wondered what he was seeing that scared him so bad.
Forty-five long minutes later, the bell rang and I met Scott at his desk. "Alistair, you don't have to watch me like a hawk." He said teasingly, shoving his books into his backpack. I stared at him, then began walking with him into the hallway, where we met Stiles.
"Everything go okay?" Stiles asked. "Yeah." Scott said, but his heartbeat jumped with the lie. "He's seeing things." I said to Stiles. "Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal." Scott insisted as we reached Stiles' locker.
"Yeah," Stiles said, "try to remember that we hit the reset button on a supernatual beacon for supernatural creatures. There's a pretty good chance things are never going back to normal."
I shifted to lay against the locker behind Scott, watching people go by without a care in the world. "...Yeah." Scott answered.
Stiles heavily clanking the padlock on his locker made me look over to him. He was pulling on it like it should be opening. Had he even put his combination in? "What?" He whispered to himself.
What on earth was going on with them? It was odd watching three people I knew to always be precise begin to flounder.
Scott's body language changed as I watched him walk around Stiles to get a better look at something going on. I homed in on a possible conversation.
"I could set myself on fire and be noticed!" Hissed a girl's voice. "Then you'd be dead." Followed Mr. Yukimura's voice. "Exactly!" She returned, and I looked over Scott's shoulder to watch her begin to walk away. She must have caught Scott's staring eye, because she stopped and began to smile a little. "Kira," her father called her back.
Scott forced himself back to the locker suddenly, keeping himself angled between Stiles and me. "Scott?" I asked. "Dude!" Stiles said as he looked at Scott, "Your eyes." "What about them?" Scott asked as I came around to face him myself.
"They're starting to glow." Stiles answered, and they were. Scott's eyes were strikingly red. What the hell?
"Scott, stop it!" Stiles said.
Scott began to pant, "I can't..." He got out, "I can't control it."
"Keep your head down." I said, and Stiles and I put our arms around him, leading him into an empty, nearby classroom. I caught Kira's curious stare as we rushed him in, but I ignored it and slammed the door. Scott's struggling growl alerted me.
"Get back! I don't know what's going to happen!" He yelled to us, but I rushed forward in case I needed to stop him. His eyes were wild with terror, and his claws extended. In an attempt to reign it back in, he dug his claws into the palms of his hands, and I watched as dark blood rushed from between his fingers and down his wrists.
Scott fell to his knees, grunting. I tried not to react too badly, but for once, my insides felt as if they were liquifying. What was wrong with my alpha?
As he sank down into a sitting position on the floor, his panicked grunts turned to pained pants. Stiles and I approached him slowly and squatted in front of him. "Pain...makes...you human." Scott said inbetween pants.
"Scott, this isn't just in our heads. This is real. And it's starting to get bad for me too." Scott and I both looked at him, awaiting his explanation.
"I'm not just having nightmares," He said, staring at the ground, "I'm having these dreams where I have to literally scream myself awake."
I felt a shiver run cold down my spine.
"And sometimes," Stiles continued, "I'm not even sure if I'm ever actually waking up."
**I know, a bad place to end! I apologize, but I only have so much time to write! I hope everyone is enjoying it and getting the feel of the OC, Alistair Hale. Also, the sequel to Path of Destruction is coming up! More soon!**
