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Bamby
Two days had passed since the fight with Peter and Kate. Two days since Derek killed his uncle and became the Alpha. Two days since the Argents found out Scott and I are werewolves. Two days since Lydia was taken to the hospital.
Yesterday had been a slow day for me… but the rest of the world kept ticking by. Mum was busy doing her thing, nothing different for her. Stiles had glued himself the hospital waiting room in the hopes of seeing Lydia. Scott… well, that was a little complicated.
When he came home last night I could feel the anger vibrating off him. It drew me from my room and into his. I hadn't seen him all day because he'd been out with Allison, so his sleek haircut shocked me for a moment before I focused on his rage and agitation. He filled me in on what had happened. How he and Allison had gone out to the reserve for some privacy… and how Chris Argent had found them.
Chris had pulled Scott out of the window and put a gun to his head. The only thing that stopped him from pulling the trigger was Allison's begs. She made a deal with her father that she'd stay away from Scott if he promised not to hurt him… and apparently me as well.
Still, the two teens were determined to revel in their forbidden love, because the second Scott and I finished at the mall today, he rushed off to go see her.
Now here I was, walking up the stairs to my bedroom, bags of clothes in hand. I was the only one home, the place silent around me. Once I was in my room I dumped them all on my bed and stepped back so I could admire my new wardrobe.
The perks of having my own job and self-restraint meant I didn't spend a lot of money. That came in handy when I felt the need for a drastic change, hence the new clothes… and even a new haircut.
Before my hair had fallen in long but simple waves, down to my waist. Now they were layered and styled so the waves curled a little more and added some extra volume.
My new wardrobe wasn't too different. I basically decided that walking around in heels the other night gave me a sense of power, so I decided to buy a few pairs of shoes- high heeled and not. Then I thought about all my leggings, and how un-badass they were, so I bought a few pairs of dark jeans as well. The last thing I bought were some dark shirts that were a little tighter than the usual shirts I wore.
With the threat of danger still pressing on my shoulders, only with a greater force now, I felt the need to look strong and powerful… and sexy.
That last part didn't really make sense to me. But I was going with it. As long as I felt better after splurging some money, I was fine with my motives.
Grabbing a pair of black boots, I sat on the edge of my bed and kicked off the flats I wore before pulling the new shoes on. They were comfortable, and instantly made me feel a little better about myself.
Standing again, I started to scrummage through the clothes when something caught my eyes.
My head snapped up and looked to the black material hanging over the heater under my window. Cautious and careful, I moved towards it, a curious frown on my face. Reaching out, I let my fingers run over the woollen object before I lifted it in the air to see what it was…
My cardigan.
Still frowning, I leaned forward and peered out the window, trying to see if someone was out there… and by someone, I meant Derek.
He was the only one that could have brought my cardigan back. He was the only one that knew where it was. I guess after everything the other night he'd gone back and grabbed it for me.
As much as I wanted to smile, I wouldn't let myself. As much as my heart wanted to swell and flutter at the idea of Derek thinking of me, I squashed all feelings down. The second he decided to kill Peter and take away Scott's chance at being human, was the second I decided to never feel for him again.
Still, it was my cardigan, and it had sentimental value. So, I shrugged off the hoodie I was wearing, and tugged on the familiar garment.
Without realising it, a smile crept onto my face. But it fell the second I heard a faraway scream echo towards me.
My head shot up, looking out the window again. "Lydia?"
…
I was walking through the woods, following Lydia's scent. Getting closer to the Hale house, I felt goosebumps rise on my skin… that was until I heard two voices in the distance. Two voices I would have preferred not to hear…
Scott, and Mr Argent.
Great.
Knowing my brother may be in danger, I hurried along, running in their direction. I was sure Chris wouldn't do anything, but I still felt the need to protect my brother.
"Oh, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she?" I heard Chris ask. "Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?" he practically spat the last word.
"Actually, clique sounds about right to me," Scott corrected him, a slight strain in his voice.
"I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself… one, I can handle. Two, I can deal with as long as your sister behaves. But not three." They were just coming into view as Chris went on, "Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?"
He was crouching on the ground, looking at my brother as he hung from some kind of wire that was around his ankle, and went up into the trees. A trap. He'd been caught in a trap.
Scott sighed, "I have a feeling I don't want to."
Lifting his hand towards Scott's abdomen, Chris went to explain, but I spoke before he could.
"It's the term used when someone is amputated at the waist." Slowing down to a casual pace, I nodded to Chris' still raised hand. "I wouldn't touch him if I were you."
The two men that had been standing a few feet behind Chris lifted and aimed their guns at me, trying to determine whether or not I was a threat.
Lifting a brow, I gave them an exasperated look. "Really?"
Chris rose to his feet. "Angela."
"Mr Argent." I plastered on a fake smile as I came to stop a step or so behind Scott. "You're looking well, tormenting my brother. Is it a new hobby of yours? The hunting thing getting a little slow?"
He simply chuckled lightly, looking to the ground for a moment before his eyes landed on me again. "I suggest you and your brother go home, Angela. Before one of you get hurt."
Neither Scott or I said a word as we watched the hunters walk away. We stayed silent until they were gone. Until even our werewolf senses couldn't see them.
Reaching out, I punched Scott in the thigh.
"Ow!" he snapped, glaring at me as he swung in the air.
"Idiot! You came out here without me?"
"We weren't sure if you'd want to come," he explained.
"'We'?"
"Hey, Angie."
Turning, I sighed at the sight of Stiles and Allison walking up to us, a sheepish look on each of their faces. "You have got to be kidding me." Shaking my head, I gestured to my brother. "Let's just get him out of this, and then find Lydia. I'll tell you off later," I mumbled as I moved towards the wire wrapped around a tree that led up and down and to Scott's ankle.
But with Allison, Stiles and I facing our backs to him, Scott pulled himself up and used his claw to cut the wire himself.
He landed on his feet effortlessly. "Thanks. But I think I got it." He grinned.
"Show off." I rolled my eyes and started to follow Lydia's scent again.
…
The search for Lydia didn't turn out the way we'd hoped. We'd been out for most of the night, but we hadn't been able to find a hint of her scent. But the cops had apparently picked up a trail we hadn't. A trail that led to a grave robbery… and a dead person's missing liver.
Scott's face turned up in disgust. "She ate the liver?" he asked as he walked with Stiles and I towards the school's entrance.
"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing," Stiles corrected with a sigh. "And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."
This boy was seriously that in love with Lydia, that even the thought of her eating a dead human's organ didn't turn him off.
"Angela and I never ate anyone's liver," Scott noted.
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you two are real models of self-control."
I frowned at him, slightly offended. "I haven't been that bad, thank you very much."
But instead of arguing his case, Stiles suddenly turned and stopped Scott and I, the look on his face telling us he'd had an epiphany. "Actually, wait. Hold on. You two are the test subjects for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."
Scott and I shared a confused looked before my brother asked, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?"
"Allison." Scott admitted.
Stiles sighed, "Okay, nothing else? Seriously?"
"Nothing else mattered." Scott shrugged. "But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you."
"But she was looking for Jackson," I noted, trying got keep my voice low, hoping to soften the blow to Stiles' ego.
Holding back a comment, Stiles turned to me. "What about you? What were you drawn to?"
I shook my head indifferently. "Nothing. I was more focused on keeping Scott alive, and stopping him from killing."
"Then you were drawn to Derek," Scott added.
Gritting my teeth, I took a deep breath to calm myself before responding, "I was attracted to him. Not drawn. There's a difference." Tugging on the strap of my bag as it sat on my shoulder, I changed the subject, "Look, if Lydia is going to be drawn to anyone, we all know who."
None of us needed to say the name to know who I was talking about. We all knew about Jackson and Lydia's connection. They might have broken up, but I had a feeling they weren't over. They were still too attached for things to have ended.
Scott nodded. "We'll talk to him before practice. Find out if he's seen her. Tell him to keep an eye out."
I scoffed, knowing Jackson's ego won't allow him to care. "Yeah, good luck with that."
…
Walking down the school hallway, I looked to the ground, hugging my books to my chest, my mind deep in thought. I couldn't stop thinking about everything that was going wrong now. There was no way Scott or I could turn human again, which meant we had to live with this secret. There could possibly be another werewolf to deal with- if Lydia was turning. The Argents want Scott and I dead. Then there's Derek…
I'd really hoped everything would fall into place after the Alpha had been killed, but everything was worse now. I was beginning to wonder if we'd ever catch a break.
"That's a new look on you."
I came to a halt, my head slowly rising. Standing there, a few feet away in the middle of the hallway, was none other than Derek.
He looked as good as he always did. Actually, he looked better. He stood tall and confident. Wearing the normal dark shirt, black pants and black boots, he had his hands tucked into the dark jacket he wore. There was a shadow of facial hair making an appearance. His hair was a little more dishevelled than usual, and there was a cocky gleam in his eyes I'd never seen before.
My eyes fell to look at myself, knowing he was commenting on the outfit. Today I'd chosen to wear black skinny jeans, a dark purple silk camisole, my black cardigan, a black scarf- to cover the marks still on my neck- and a pair of black velvet pumps. Even my hair, which I usually had in a high ponytail, was down, framing me like a fierce mane.
"Yeah, I thought I'd try something new. See if it'll help with my dating life." I shrugged coldly, lifting my eyes to meet his gaze again.
Smiling lightly, he started towards me, hands still in his pockets. "Is that so?"
"Just because you're an Alpha now, doesn't mean you're my Alpha. It doesn't make you my anything."
"We need each other, Angela. All of us. You, me, Scott." He came to stop in front of me, a single step between us. "You need me."
A glare slowly grew on my face as I looked up at him, shaking my head. "You lost any chance of me joining your pack the instant you took Scott's chance at being human again."
"We had no proof killing Peter would cure him. If anything, it would've made him an Alpha, and that would only make things worse for him."
I rolled my eyes. "Don't try to pretend you did him a favour, Derek. We both know you did what you did for yourself."
He looked away, not bothering to argue or agree. He was too stubborn to do either. So, instead, he simply fell silent as he stood there.
Sighing, I adjusted my hold on my books, remembering I was supposed to be in the library for a study period. "I gotta go Derek. You should probably leave as well." Turning on my heels, I continued down the hall without looking back to him… even though I so desperately wanted to.
…
"Is your brother ever coming back to work? I'm beginning to think I've done something to insult him." Deaton gave me a light smile as he walked into the back room of the clinic where I was currently sweeping the floor.
"He's coming back. I swear," I assured him. "He's just been busy."
Neither Scott or I had talked to Deaton about what had happened the other night. I wanted to mention it, but I had a feeling I wouldn't get the information I wanted. Still… no harm in trying, right?
"He's also a little freaked from the other night."
"Oh, really?" Deaton tried to play dumb as he began to put a few things away.
"Yeah." I nodded. "I am too, actually. Wouldn't mind a few answers if you've got them." Giving him a pointed look, I leaned the broom against the wall to give him my full attention. "How much do you know, Deaton?"
"I'm not sure I understand what you're talking about, Angela," he responded, still moving about.
Shaking my head, I sighed at him. "You obviously knew before Derek beat you up. Why didn't you just say something? When did you figure out Scott and I had been bitten? How could you tell? Didn't you have any questions? I had questions. Maybe you could've helped."
"It wasn't my place to intrude. And I wasn't entirely sure if saying something would actually help you or your brother," he noted, finally turning to me. "But, I guess I can answer a few questions now… on one condition."
"Name it."
"Scott is not to know. He's still young. I'm not sure if he can handle so much just yet."
"You're going to have to tell him eventually. And keeping secrets from my brother isn't a talent of mine."
He chuckled lightly. "I'm well aware of how open and honest you can be, Angela. But I also know you can judge whether or not someone can handle certain truths. Scott is not ready for this discussion."
The look in his eyes told me there was no way we were going to have this talk if I didn't agree to his terms. Thinking it over, I realised it wouldn't be that much of a burden. If Scott's anything like me- and he is- he'll press the doc until he breaks. So I won't actually have to stay quiet for long…
"Fine." I nodded. "I promise and swear and all that crap, not to tell Scott anything you and I talk about when it comes to the supernatural." Lifting my hand, I drew an invisible cross over my chest. "Cross my heart."
Smile creeping onto his lips again, Deaton shoved his hands into the pockets of his white lab coat, before shrugging. "So, what do you want to know?"
"Did you know who the Alpha was?"
"I had a suspicion."
"So, you know it was Peter Hale?"
"I am aware of that now." He nodded. "Yes."
"Do you know what happened… the other night?"
"When the police found Kate Argent's body?" he clarified, nodding again. "I assume you, your brother and some friends dealt with the problem."
"Derek killed Peter."
A look of surprise crossed his face. "So, Derek is the Alpha now."
"Yes."
"And did he do that to your neck? Or was that Peter?" he asked, gesturing to my scarf, as if he could see the marks underneath.
Sighing, I slipped the scarf away, revealing the small claw marks that were slowly healing. "Peter did it. Derek would never-"
"Don't underestimate him just because of your past, and your feelings."
My eyes shot up to meet his. "You mean… you know about… that?"
"When I woke up in the back of Derek's car that night at the school, I saw the two of you. I honestly don't know why Scott and Stiles didn't see it." He grinned lightly. "Of course, you can be deceptive when you want to be."
"Obviously not deceptive enough," I mumbled to myself. "Anyway… do you think you could tell me why these aren't healing?" I pointed to my neck. "It's been a few days now. I'm getting kind of worried."
"Wounds from Alphas take longer to heal," He explained. "They're barely there now. By tomorrow morning they'll more than likely be gone."
Well, that's a relief.
The sound of my phone ringing pulled my attention away from our conversation. Pulling my mobile from my pocket, I looked down to see Stiles' name flashing on the screen.
With a sigh, I answered the call, "You realise I'm at work, right?"
"We think we might know where Lydia is."
…
I met up with Scott and Stiles in the woods. The three of us then started towards the flashing lights of the ambulance that was stopped on the side of the road… and surrounded by police. Apparently, something had jumped the ambulance while it had been taking someone to the hospital.
Though, as I looked over at the open back of the truck, I could see the body of the patient lying on the stretcher… unmoving… and covered in blood. They were dead.
We were lying on the edge of an embankment, looking towards the ambulance while the police worked away, oblivious to our presence.
"What the hell is Lydia doing?" Stiles asked the million-dollar question.
Scott shook his head, just us puzzled. "I don't know."
"What kept you guys from doing that? Was it Allison and Derek."
"I hope so," Scott replied at the same time I did… only my response was a little different.
"I hope not." Sighing, I pulled myself up and dusted the leaves off my clothes. "You two stay here. I'm going to go look for Lydia."
Getting up as well, Scott turned to me, frowning with concern and confusion. "No. You're not going by yourself."
"And why not?"
"Because Allison's family are in town now. You know, the hunters. They'll probably be out there somewhere. What if they don't let you go like Mr Argent did? What if they decide to kill you?"
"Well, then, you better cry at my funeral." I shrugged, trying for some humour… and coming up dry. "Someone needs to stay here just in case Lydia comes back. If she is turning, having a werewolf around might help. You stay. I'm going," I told him, putting my foot down, but still, he went to argue. "Don't make me growl at you, Scott," I warned.
He backed off in an instant, letting me do what I had to.
"I'll let you know when I find her," I assured them before turning to run through the woods, following Lydia's scent.
…
Despite wearing heels, my long cardigan, and tight jeans, I still managed to run just as fast as I usually could. On hands and feet, I dashed through the woods, closing in on Lydia. The scent was stronger now, I could practically feel it.
Keeping an eye out, I watched my surroundings, and spotted movement. I picked up my speed, running as hard and as fast as I could. The smell was getting stronger the closer I got to whoever was running.
They didn't seem to notice me as they jumped from a small hill. It was then that I lunged and grabbed for them.
We rolled on the ground for a moment until I gained control. Pushing them on the ground, teeth and claws extended, I met their eyes… it wasn't Lydia.
"What the hell?"
It was a man. A homeless one by the looks of it. His long dark hair a ratted and mattered mess. His clothes layered in dirt and dust, and littered with holes and tears.
He just snarled in response, shoved with off with an unexpected force, and then made a dash for it.
Rolling to the side, I hissed in pain as my head connected with a rock from the force of his push. But I didn't have time to complain or wait to heal. Getting to my feet, I ran after him, hoping to catch him before something bad happens.
"Wait!" I called out to the other werewolf, nearing him once again.
He didn't run as fast as I did. But he was stronger- the aching in my head was proof of that. Still, I didn't catch him in time. Just as I was about to reach him, he jumped onto the bank of the lake… and landed in one of the Argent's traps.
The rope wrapped around his hands and pulled him off the ground so he hung in the air, swinging there.
Coming to a stop, I looked up at him, trying to assess how I could help get him down. That's when I was grabbed and thrown away by an unexpected and unseen newcomer.
Before I could get up and attack, they grabbed my cardigan and pulled me behind a tree a distance away from the other werewolf. The second I was pressed against the trunk, the bark digging into my back, I came face to face with Derek.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! I can help him."
"They're already here," he explained as he held me against the tree, his body pressing against mine so he was hidden as well.
"We can still do something!" I insisted.
"Quiet!" he snapped in a harsh whisper. "Just watch."
With a hard frown on my face, I turned my head to look to the werewolf, only he wasn't alone anymore. The Argent's had arrived.
Chris and a few other men, had gathered around the swinging werewolf as he tried to struggle out of the trap, still growling at the humans.
Lifting a metal rode, Chris pressed a button in it to reveal it was actually a cattle prod, before he pressed the electrified stick to the werewolf. Screams filled the area as the wolf shook and convulsed in the air, his face turning normal once more.
"Who are you?" Chris asked, putting the weapon down. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing," the werewolf answered with a shaking and frightened voice. "Nothing, I swear."
"You're not from here, are you?" Chris questioned. When he got no response he asked again, temper rising, "Are you?!"
"No. No, I came…" The werewolf paused, still clearly scared. And with great reason. "I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all. Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear."
It didn't seem to matter what he said though. He was the enemy no matter what, according to the hunters.
An older man step forward then. Looking at him I could see the resemblance to Chris. "Gentlemen!" he addressed the group of hunters. "Take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell them what we've caught?"
He must be Allison's grandfather…
"An Omega," Chris noted.
"The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice." The old man chuckled lightly as he turned to one of the other men. He pulled a long sword out before stepping up to the swinging wolf again. "Because, as I am about to demonstrate… an Omega rarely survives on his own."
Swinging the sword out, he cut the wolf in half… right though his waist.
A small gasped left my lips as I instinctively hide my face in Derek's chest, not wanting to see. Though I'd already watched it happen, and the memory would be forever imprinted on my brain.
"Look." Derek shifted to grab my face and make me turn to the hunters again. "Look at them!" he snapped in a harsh whisper. "You see what they do? This is why you and Scott need me. Why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together."
I shook my head, tearing my eyes away from them as I hid my face in his chest again. "Why? Why did they do that to him? What are they doing?"
Shifting slightly, Derek held me protectively, his eyes still on the humans. "Declaring war."
Bamby