So the second season for Violet Eyes. Tell me what you think, tell me of any mistakes I've made, tell me if you have any ideas you'd like to see for season 3 and please message me with anything. I love getting messages and reviews!
Season 3 is going to happen as well as season 4 hopefully (of course season 4 has to finish first but you know) But I can't tell you when they will happen so bare with me please!
Enjoy!
(And you know the disclaimer thing that I think is unnecessary because you all know I don't own Teen Wolf but anyway, I don't own any of Teen Wolf only Alice really.)
Chapter 1:
Lydia had been in the hospital for a few days now. Stiles had hardly left her side, though she did wake up and has her usual sarcasm back. I went to visit her and she seemed fine, luckily. But we were still curious as to what had happened to her… which was nothing.
Scott and Allison had been ordered not to see one another anymore by Allison's dad. It literally consisted of Scott having a gun to his head and Allison pleading in tears. Scott had told me the whole thing when he'd gotten back. Naturally he was entirely shot down from it, all emotional like a guy should never get. But I couldn't blame him, I'd learned how much he liked Allison.
Naturally however, neither of them listened and they were now having a secret relationship which consisted of Allison sending me messages when she was home alone of had a free moment. Allison's communications were all being monitored, her calls, texts and emails. So naturally Scott spent most of his time asking if I had a message. Not that he needed to, I had a separate ring tone just for Allison's number so that he knows when she's calling. That way I don't need to bother answering.
Stiles was slightly caught between their love fest as well, though he didn't have it nearly as bad as I did. Lucky him.
Derek was sort of out of the picture for the moment, finding a new place, sorting out what ever normality he had left or what ever it was he did with his time.
And I was just being me. Well, the new me. The one who got flashes of the future and somehow made everyone freeze in their movements. An Oracle didn't sound exactly right anymore. But I didn't question it much, I was too busy trying to get on track for sanity and balance in my life, without the crazy supernatural stuff on the side.
And being normal meant I was at home, alone, as Scott was with Allison again. This was how I was dealing with school in my crazy life and he wasn't, he didn't bother trying. My mom was at the hospital working so I had the house to myself. Which meant blaring music and chocolate in my opinion.
Despite my music, it was way to easy to for it all to be blocked out as I suddenly scribbled over my maths homework and drew a picture. I looked down to find a photo of Lydia, her hair was wet, her fingers were filled with clumps of black hair and a burnt red hand reached out of the bath and held one of her wrists.
I stared at it, my eyebrows furrowed. And then, a sound that sounded over the music, louder then my stereo would ever go; a shrieking scream that came in through my window. I bashed my stereo to turn it off, the picture in my other hand, and stood so fast my chair fell over as I ran to the window.
It was the loudest scream I'd ever heard, a wail actually. And I knew who it belonged to.
Lydia.
I ran through the house in a flash, shutting and locking all windows and doors before I ran out of the house and towards the hospital.
I wasn't the only one.
"Alice," I turned around to see Scott, his clothes were all ruffled and it looked like he'd gotten dressed in a flash. He probably had.
"Scott," I answered as I stopped
"Lydia?" he asked. I nodded
"I heard her scream too." That was one hell of a scream. He looked towards the big building of the hospital.
"Stiles is probably already there, he can tell us." I said strongly and my twin nodded before I turned and we ran.
We found Stiles' jeep in the parking lot, where it hadn't obviously moved for days as the bonnet was as cold as the night air.
Stiles walked out of the building, well more like sprinted, after Scott sent him a message telling him we were here.
"What happened?" I asked, as soon as he stopped.
"Lydia's gone." he said
"Gone where?" I demanded
"I don't know. She was in the shower and then suddenly screamed." Stiles panted "By the time we entered her room, the window was open and she was gone."
"Where the hell would she go?" I asked
"Scott ran off too remember." Stiles pointed to him. I looked at Scott who looked between us both.
"You went sleep walking and ran off into the forest." I remembered
"Looking for what?" Stiles asked him. Scott thought
"Allison." he eventually answered. I took a deep breath.
"We need to find her." I decided
"How?" Stiles asked
"I can find her." Scott realised, I looked at him and he tapped his nose.
"We need something of Lydia's." I reminded him.
"Her smock." Stiles took off into the hospital and Scott and I shared a look. We walked around the jeep and Scott got into the passenger seat while I hopped into the back. After a few minutes Stiles walked back out and over to the car. He got in the jeep and handed the Scott the smock.
"This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott asked. Stiles nodded with a sigh. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again." Scott assured him
"All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her." Scott ordered. I smirked and shook my head as Stiles turned the car on. Allison suddenly stopped in front of the Jeep as she appeared in the headlights. "Wow!" Stiles said jumping slightly. She walked around to the passenger side of the car.
"What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." Scott whispered worried.
"I don't care—she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do." Allison said strongly.
"They?" I asked biting my lip.
"I can find her before the cops can." Scott confessed
"How about before my father does?" Allison asked
"He knows?" Stiles and I asked
"Yeah." Stiles sighed and I pursed my lips annoyed "I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs." Allison confessed
"Search party." Scott muttered to Stiles and I. I groaned slightly.
"It's more like a hunting party." Allison corrected
"Get in." Scott allowed, opening the door. She climbed over him and into the back next to me. Scott took a deep sniff of the smock before he put it down next to him. Stiles reversed the Jeep and Scott stuck his head out the window, like a true dog.
"I still don't understand," I confessed
"What?" Allison asked as she sat next to me.
"Why did she scream?" I asked, Allison turned to look at me while Stiles looked at me in the rearview mirror. Scott glanced into the car but didn't move from his position. "Every time Scott disappeared he was so silent I hardly woke up to hear it." I admitted "But Lydia, she screamed loud enough for the entire state to hear. Was there something in her room?" I asked Stiles. He shook his head.
"The bath was clear, the water was running. The only thing that was left of her presence was this." He held the smock up.
I paused.
"She was in the bath?" I asked slowly. Stiles seemed to notice my tone for he stopped as he nodded.
"Why? What did you see?" he asked
"Not see. Drew." I pulled the piece of crumpled paper out of my pocket as I'd stuffed it there in my haste to leave the house.
"Ruined my maths homework but…" I flattened the paper out and held it to the dash for Stiles to see.
"What is that?"
"It's Lydia in the bath." I said simply. Luckily I hadn't drawn anything revealing.
"The bath wasn't like that." Stiles said simply "The water was clear…" I sat back and examined the drawing.
If the water had been clear then where did the hand and hair come from?
Was it a mishap in my drawings? There was no way it could always work.
I studied Lydia's expression. It looked horrified, just like she'd be about to scream.
If Lydia was turning, she wouldn't scream. She'd either growl or just vanish. But if she'd seen something like this, a burnt, bloody hand grabbing her wrist and clumps of black hair appearing in her bath…
That'd make anyone scream.
But the water had been clear… Stiles said nothing had been there. If that was so how had she seen it? Had she been imagining it…
My eyes lifted from the paper to look at Scott, the wind blowing through his hair. When Scott had changed, he'd had illusions, like the dream of killing Allison on the bus. He dream-imagined killing several people. It was all just illusion.
Was Lydia seeing illusions? Was the bite causing some sort of… mental anguish? The doctors said she's been having an allergic reaction, and the bite hadn't healed like with Scott and I. Was the consequence of that Lydia possibly going mad and seeing things?
"What if it's a side effect of her turning…?" I wondered slowly
"What?" Allison asked
"Well Scott day dreamed and went sleep walking, maybe it's similar." I shrugged
"Is there any other ideas you've got. Something that doesn't mean Allison's dad will kill her?" Stiles asked worried
"We're not one hundred percent sure if she is turning." I reminded him "Remember, the bite didn't heal."
"All right, but if she is turning, would they actually kill her?" Stiles asked Allison
"I don't know. They won't tell me anything. Okay, all they say is, "We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here."" Allison muttered confused as she sighed and placed her head on her fist
"What others?" Stiles asked looking in the rearview mirror
"I don't know, they won't tell me that, either." Allison confessed
"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on." Stiles sighed "Scott, are we going the right way?"
"Take the next right!" Scott ordered
"You're such a mutt." I muttered
"I heard that." Scott snapped, shouting over the wind.
"When you stick your head out like that can you blame me for thinking so?" I asked obviously
"I don't see you helping." Scott reminded me. I glared at his back.
Stiles turned the corner and Scott kept barking directions before we pulled up at the reserve. We all climbed out of the jeep and I staggered slightly as my vision faded out.
"Woah," Allison grasped my arm to steady me
"You alright?"
"She's at Derek's?" I said confused
"What?" Stiles asked
"I think that's were we're heading." I looked at Scott who turned to look at the trees. He took a deep breath before glancing at me and I nodded.
We followed him through the reserve.
It didn't take long for the burnt down mansion to come into view, though it usually looked deserted, now it truly was. Derek had left the house and the county owned it.
Looking at the house made me grimace at the memories. Amazing how one place can cause an effect in someone.
"She came here? You sure?" Stiles asked as the house came into view.
"Yeah, this is where the scent leads." Scott admitted
"It's not very strong though." I confessed looking around. It was times like these when we actually needed Derek around to help.
Thinking of the alpha made another image cross my mind and I frowned at the sudden randomness of it.
Stiles walked further towards the house looking up at the eery structure.
"All right, but has Lydia ever been here?" he wondered turning to us.
"Not with me." Allison shook her head. I mimicked her actions. "Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek." she whispered to Scott as she clung to his hand.
"You mean looking for an Alpha." Scott realised
"Wolves need a pack, right?" Allison remembered
"Not all of them." Scott confessed
"Yeah look at Scott, he's a loner."
"Thanks." he muttered
"You're welcome." I sighed as I looked around, trying to find any sign of Lydia.
"But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?" Allison asked Scott as we stopped walking.
"Yeah, we're— we're stronger in packs." Scott nodded
"Like strength in numbers." Allison thought
"Not quite." I admitted, she looked at me confused
"No, like—like, literally stronger, faster, better in every way." Scott emphasised.
"That the same for an Alpha?" Allison wondered.
"That'll make Derek stronger too." Scott nodded, sighing.
"That's why Peter went on a whelm and bit Scott and I. To increase his power." I said as Stiles walked around us.
"Ooh, hey, look at this." we turned around to see Stiles by a tree trunk, his fingers clasped over something. I took a few steps forward to see a wire. "You see this?" Allison followed me
"Random…" I muttered
"I think it's a tripwire." Stiles admitted, he pulled on the string and I heard the leaves rustle behind me before turning around. I placed a hand on my mouth as I started to giggle. Scott was hanging upside down by his leg, caught in the trip wire.
He shot me a look as I tried to contain my laugh.
"Stiles—" he began
"Yeah, buddy." Stiles turned around "Oh." Allison followed his gaze as I couldn't hold it anymore and burst out laughing.
"Next time you see a tripwire— don't trip it." Scott said obviously as Allison grinned and placed her hand over her mouth.
"Yeah, noted." Stiles pointed. The two walked towards him to help him out as I turned around, hearing footsteps.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait." Scott held his hands out and I knew he heard the same thing. "Someone's coming." he confessed listening
"Several someones." I whispered, they looked at me as I looked through the trees
"Hide." Scott ordered, Allison and Stiles looked around and didn't move "Go!" Stiles placed his hand on Allison's shoulder and they turned to walk down the bank.
"Alice," Scott hissed
"I'm not leaving." I confessed as I looked at the tripwire. I paused, my hands on the string at his ankles as Chris and a few of his hunters appeared, walking towards us. He crouched down in front of Scott with a sigh.
"Scott?" he greeted
"Mr. Argent." Scott replied
"Hey Mr Argent." I smiled awkwardly
"Alice." he nodded to me. He was much more polite to me then he was to Scott, I wasn't sure if that was because Scott was a werewolf, or dating his daughter — secretly — or both…
"How are you doing?" Chris wondered
"Good." Scott and I chorused with a nod
"You know, just hangin' out." Scott said lightly as he looked up towards me. Chris looked up at me and I smiled as he looked towards Scott's ankle. "Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting." Scott rambled, I nudged him lightly
"What are you two doing out here, Scott?" Chris jumped to the chase. He looked at me as if expecting me to answer rather then Scott.
"Looking for my friend." Scott confessed
"Not that you haven't noticed, but she's kind of gone missing." I said softly
"Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she?" he asked
"She's always been a friend." I said obviously, ignoring his double meaning
"Part of the clique?" he asked me "Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it?" he pretended to think "Part of your pack?"
"Actually, clique sounds about right to me." Scot admitted, I glanced from one to the other.
"I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself— one, I can handle. Not two." Chris said shaking his head. Scott glanced up at me.
"No." Scott asked
"I'm pretty sure I remember correctly that as long as she doesn't hurt anyone, you don't need to worry about that anyway," I said slowly, making no accusation. Chris looked at me and didn't reply with anything.
"Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?" Chris wondered randomly
"I have a feeling I don't want to." Scott admitted
"Yes." I sighed, Chris looked at me impressed
"A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that." He made a horizontal line at Scott's body "Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary." he threatened. He stood up
"Bye Mr Argent." I waved, he gave me a look and then turned, his cronies following a they left.
"He really doesn't like you." I muttered
"I noticed." Scott nodded as Stiles and Allison came out from behind a tree.
"You okay?" Allison wondered
"It's just another life-threatening conversation with your dad." Scott said casually.
"You shouldn't take him too seriously he still has his code." I crossed my arms over my chest as Allison looked at the trip wire and found the tree it was connected to.
"Stiles, help me with this." she asked. They moved over to it as Scott gave me a look, I raised my eyebrows and he deployed his claws, reaching up to the wire. He cut it and it went slack before he landed on his feet. The two looked at him as I smiled
"Thanks. But I think I got it." he admitted
"Yeah." Stiles sighed
"Uhh!" Allison smirked. I looked back at the house
"So, shall we take a look inside?" I wondered, Scott looked at me and nodded before we turned towards the house, taking a few steps towards it before noticing the two weren't following.
"Comin'?" he wondered with a grin. I rolled my eyes before I walked past him to the old mansion and the two followed.
We combed the entire thing. No sign of Lydia. In fact other then the fact that her scent was here, there was no evidence she'd been here, or anyone for that matter, since the alpha incident.
"If she's not here then where is she?" Stiles demanded
"Maybe she just passed through. I mean it's right at the edge of the forest." I shrugged
"But where is she going?" Stiles asked
"I ended up in a den…" Scott remembered
"And was then chased by the alpha into a pool." I nodded
"But that was once." Stiles reminded us "And you didn't scream your head off."
"Stiles, if she is going through what Scott did then she'll be back in the morning." I said seriously
"And if she's not?"
"Then we look again." I said simply "But we can only do so much." I reminded him
"You could do more." He pointed
"I'll try my best." I nodded "She's my friend too and I'm worried for her as much as you are, but we can't spend the night scouring the woods. If we're exhausted then that leaves us with being able to do even less then we can now." I said rationally. Stiles sighed and nodded before I looked at Scott and Allison. They nodded agreeing with me too.
"What if Argent finds her?" Stiles worried some more
"As long as she doesn't hurt anyone I don't believe he'll hurt her, especially as it means he hurts his own daughter." I said looking at Allison. She looked determined. "Plus the police are looking for her as well. We might take a break but the hunters and police wont. And I'm pretty sure the hunters know how to track people."
Stiles sighed and seemed to finally give in.
"Come on, we'll give you a ride home." Scott said, taking Allison's hand.
"You can't really do that, her mom'll see you." I pointed. Scott sighed and rethought. "I'll drive her home." I smiled and took her free hand "If Stiles drops us at our house first." I smiled at him sweetly and he rolled his eyes before turning to walk back towards the car.
The three of us followed with a grin.
I woke up early the next morning. The sun was still coming up and my alarm was ages away from sounding. I ground my teeth in frustration and stood up, getting into the shower. Might as well use the time while I had it.
I dried my hair and pulled a robe one before turning to the mirror. I raised my hand to wipe off the steam, and ended up drawing something else instead. I paused when a shape formed.
It was a bite mark.
I looked at it confused, why was I drawing a bite mark?
I stared at it for ages before hearing Scott get up next door. I shook my head and whipped away the condensation before continuing with my routine.
I walked out of the house, Scott with me as we climbed into my car and drove to the school.
Stiles found us almost immediately.
"Oh god what?" I asked when I saw the look on his face, I closed the door as he took a deep breath.
"My dad was out looking for Lydia last night…"
"And?" I prompted
"And they ended up at a graveyard." he sighed "There was a grave robbery."
"So?"
"So, it wasn't your usual robbery." Stiles admitted. Scott and I shared a look.
"What did they take?" Scott asked slowly
"The liver."
I stared at him.
"A dead person's liver?" I questioned. He nodded and walked around me, walking towards the school "Who would want a liver?" I asked as Scott and I followed
"Or what." Stiles said "Like a turning she-wolf who's running around naked." he sighed
"Lydia?" I asked surprised. Stiles looked at me and readjusted the strap on his bag
"She ate the liver?" Scott asked
"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing." Stiles corrected "And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."
"That doesn't make it any better." I confessed as Scott looked at him, his eyebrows raised
"I never ate anyone's liver." he admitted
"Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control." Stiles muttered "Actually, wait—hold on." he stopped us on the stairs "You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you." I threw my arms in the air, wasn't that what I'd said yesterday? Do people really not listen to me?
"What do you mean?" Scott asked
"I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?" Stiles wondered. I sighed and crossed my arms
"That's not a difficult one." I said looking at Scott
"Allison." he answered obviously
"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" Stiles asked annoyed
"Nothing else mattered." Scott said. I rolled my eyes as Stiles pursed his lips. "But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you." Scott thought
"Yeah, but she was looking for— Jackson." Stiles pointed over our shoulders as the baby Porsche drove into the parking lot. Jackson got out looking more smug then usual, his number plate had his name on it.
"It's a good thing he knows about everything then isn't it." I said
"Why?" Stiles questioned disagreeing
"Easy, you can ask him out front." I turned and walked through the two and to the front door, walking into the school.
I headed towards the chemistry room as the bell rang and Scott sat next to me, while Stiles sat behind him.
"Well?" I wondered
"He said we shouldn't worry about Lydia, but everyone else." Scott muttered. Why did that not surprise me.
I sighed as the room filled and Harris, being the cheery person he is, sprung a pop quiz on us. Surprise, surprise.
"All right, it's causing me severe mental anguish to say this, but he's right." I glanced at Stiles as he spoke. He was leaning over the table to Scott who was sitting in front of him.
"I know." Scott answered
"That's not exactly a good thing." I muttered
"What if the next body part she steals is from someone who's still alive?" Stiles questioned
"Then she's in trouble." I hissed
"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski." Harris interrupted "If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career." he threatened
"Can you do that?" Stiles questioned, I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Well, there it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention." he said. Stiles' mouth dropped open as Scott and I glanced at him. "You too, Mr. McCall? Ms McCall?" he asked
"No, sir." Scott and I chorused shaking our heads.
Not two minutes later, Jackson ran out of the room, holding his nose. Scott and I shared a confused look before I glanced at the door.
What was up with Jackson? Stiles looked at me and I shrugged. I turned to the paper in front of me and started to fill it out before the class ended.
I walked through the halls to my locker, however I didn't make it that far before a hand grabbed my elbow and I was pulled into a class room.
I turned around to find Derek.
"Derek?" I said confused, looking him over to make sure I wasn't imagining it. What was he doing in the school? "What are you doing here?"
"What do you know about Jackson?" he suddenly asked me. My face fell
"Hi Alice, how have you been since we all almost died?" I said waving "Not bad and you?" I asked. He just looked at me "That's how normal people greet one another." I prompted. Sorta anyway…
He just stared.
"Why?" I asked, responding to his question.
No answer. I crossed my arms annoyed, why did Derek care about Jackson? He never had before, even when Jackson, selfishly, saved his life… for a reason that's still unknown…
No it wasn't unknown. Jackson wanted the bite…
My drawing on the mirror.
"You bit him!" I realised. Derek looked at me confused, almost surprised. "That's why he's all high and proud and mighty—er." Derek sighed
"His body's fighting the bite." he confessed
"Why?" I asked confused
"I don't know."
"Has that happened before?" I wondered
"Only before the person died." Derek answered straight, his answer held to much automatic to it, like he'd gotten used to saying that, holding in more emotion then usual.
"Jackson doesn't look like he's dying…" I said slowly "He looked up-himself more then usual when he got to school this morning, the facade dropped a little last period, but…"
"That's the thing," Derek said as he seemed to relax a little "He doesn't have the symptoms of dying, he's just…"
"Not changing." I said slowly. Derek looked at me and nodded "Has that ever happened before?"
"Once that I've seen." Derek admitted
"When?"
"To you." he pointed. True I didn't change, but I was something else, Lydia we thought might have been too— until recently, now we're not sure — which made two cases, but Jackson? What on earth could he be to have his body rejecting it? Not only that but I had healed like normal, nothing had happened to Lydia, but Jackson's body was literally fighting it? He was having some reaction.
"But he's not dying?" I repeated and he nodded "How do you know?" I wondered. He looked me straight in the face and his mask became oven more obvious then usual.
It's amazing how one little look can explain it all, even for someone as closed up as Derek.
"You've seen it haven't you." I said slowly. "The bite kill someone." He looked down for a fraction of a second.
I nodded.
"Sorry, not really something you want to talk about." I guessed. He looked at me but didn't comment on the statement.
"I don't know anything about Jackson that could explain why such a thing would happen to him." I admitted "And the only person who might, is currently missing." He looked at me, his eyes hardening
"Lydia." I clarified. Recognition. I nodded.
I then thought of something else.
"Why did you agree to bite Jackson?" I wondered. He looked away and made a move to leave, walking around me.
"Doesn't matter." I grabbed his elbow and he stopped
"Ah, yeah, it does matter. And it must be big to cause such a reaction." I said strongly. He looked at me hard
"You don't need to know." He said slowly but seriously "I don't want you involved."
"You got me involved by coming to find me." I snapped annoyed "If you don't want me involved then don't involve people I know and don't ask me questions. In order to keep me out you'd need to be somewhere I couldn't help you." He looked only a fraction annoyed, the other emotions I couldn't place as they flashed through his eyes. His face staying plain.
"I wish you'd try and trust me a little." I said annoyed, my face sour. "Sure you have trouble doing so, but have I done anything that says you can't?" I wondered. He took a deep breath and looked at me.
I just rolled my eyes annoyed and walked towards the door. Obviously I was never going to get anything out of him.
I left the room, leaving the stubborn alpha behind.
"Alice." Scott grabbed my arm
"Oh my god what?" I demanded, annoyed at people suddenly popping up
"Woah, what happened?" he asked. I looked at him and took a deep breath.
"Nothing." I decided, he raised an eyebrow "It's nothing, don't worry. What's up?" I asked
"We're going to the Argent's funeral." he decided. I raised my eyebrows in surprise
"What?"
"I told Allison I'd go, to support her."
"Scott, that's sweet but they'll murder you…" I said obviously
"I wont be next to her, or really near her, but there. Stiles is in detention and I know you care about her as much as I do… so… will you come?" he asked
I sighed.
"Well someone needs to keep you out of trouble." I grumbled. He smiled at me.
"You're the best." he kissed my temple and I shoved him
"I know." I confessed. I took Scott's wrist and dragged him out of the school towards my car.
I drove to the cemetery and parked a little ways off. Scott and I paused when we saw all of the photographers.
"Wow." Scott muttered
"Poor Allison." I frowned. Scott tapped my arm after looking around
"Come on." He dragged me around to the trees and we stalked through them before we crouched behind an angel statue. We were a few meters from the coffin and a few rows of green chairs. Opposite the photographers.
We watched as an old man walked up to Matt from our school and took a hold of his camera, he had crossed the barrier and was taking photos of the Argents. Matt stood up as everyone started muttering.
"This looks expensive." the man fiddled with the camera
"Yeah, 900 bucks." Matt admitted as he looked around
"And how expensive is this?" he pulled a chip out of the camera and broke it between his fingers. Matt bit his lip and sighed in aggravation. Scott glanced at me as the old man handed the camera back to him. We watched him curiously, wearily, as he turned and walked towards the Argents. He was wearing black and was obviously there for the funeral as he had two men following him with black and glasses.
"Christopher." he greeted Allison's father
"Gerard." they shared a hug. My eyes hardened. More Argents.
Allison's mother stood up and gave Gerard a hug
"I'm so sorry." she apologised before Gerard turned to Allison who looked up at him.
I turned around as Stiles crashed onto his hands and knees behind us.
"Yo." he whispered
"Do you remember me?" Gerard asked Allison. She nodded lightly.
"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asked Scott, looking at the old man. He suddenly turned to look in our direction and we quickly moved behind the statue, making it more obvious we were here.
"He's definitely an Argent." Scott muttered
"Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me grandpa." he said to Allison, she looked at him, smiling shortly. "So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being." Gerard smiled "But I'd prefer grandpa."
Allison glanced over to us, towards Scott and he waved. She smiled.
"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral." Stiles offered. "I mean— what if they're the non-hunting side of the family? There could be non-hunting Argents. It's possible, right?" Stiles asked.
"So far, I don't think so." I muttered
"I know what they are." Scott confessed. "They're reinforcements."
I paused and slowly turned around before seeing the Sheriff.
"Uh oh." I breathed, Scott looked at me before the Sheriff grabbed each of the boys collars, pulling them to their feet.
"Ah."
"The three of you. Unbelievable." the Sheriff said, he wasn't at all happy. I stood up and frowned "Pick up my tie." he ordered, which had fallen off when he'd grabbed the boys.
"Got it." Stiles said as he did so. "Sorry."
"Stiles…" his dad said angrily
"I know, I'm supposed to ask." Stiles muttered. Sheriff sent me a look and I bowed my head before turning to walk towards the cars, the boys were escorted after me.
Scott was pushed into the back of the police cruiser and I sat in the middle before Stiles was forced into the car next to me.
"Oh god, we're never gonna hear the end of this." I mumbled as the Sheriff got into the driver side of the car.
"4–1–5 Adam." an Officer asked over the communications. Stiles leaned forwards as the Sheriff picked up his radio.
"I didn't copy that. Did you say 4–1–5 Adam?" Sheriff asked.
"Disturbance in a car." Stiles muttered to us as he watched his dad.
"They were taking a heart attack victim–D.O.A. But on the way to the hospital, something hit 'em." they informed him.
"What— hit the ambulance?" Sheriff questioned
"Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere. And I mean everywhere." Officer confessed. Stiles leaning forwards in the car towards his dad and Scott and I watched him. He had that look on his face.
"All right, unit 4, what's your 20?" Sheriff questioned
"Route 5 and post. I swear, I've never seen anything like this." Officer admitted. Stiles looked away, figuring out where the road was and looked at Scott and I. We both nodded and Stiles opened his door before we all snuck out of the car.
Scott and I got into my car and Stiles into his jeep before we followed him down the road.
"Do you think it was Lydia?" Scott asked
"I hope not." I muttered. Scott looked at me.
"Are you alright?" I glanced at him confused
"What do you mean?"
"You seem kind of…" he thought of the words and shrugged "Tense?" he went with
I raised an eyebrow at him
"I'm fine. But my best friend is missing and the other is being harassed by reporters while her crazy family multiplies trying to kill my brother." I listed "Plus someone — maybe my friend — is stealing body parts." I thought it over "I think I'm allowed to be acting a little off."
"True." he sighed.
Stiles pulled over and parked on the side of the road and I did the same behind him.
"We need to walk the rest or they'll see us." he muttered. Scott and I nodded before we followed the strong scent of blood through the trees.
Eventually the flashing lights of the ambulance came into view through the darkness as the sun had set.
The back of the ambulance was open as the three of us crawled up the bank and lied down. The ambulance was covered in blood, the patient sitting, his stomach ripped out, in the back.
"What the hell is Lydia doing?" Stiles muttered
"I don't know." Scott admitted as the police walked around and talked. I was shocked, Lydia did that?
"What kept you from doing that, was it Allison?" Stiles wondered
"I hope so." Scott muttered
"You probably helped." I said to Stiles. He smiled slightly before it disappeared and he looked away.
"Do you need to get closer?" Stiles wondered. Scott raised his head, smelling the air.
"No, I got it." he assured him "Alice?"
"I'm good." I nodded, we shared a look before Scott and I got up to move. Stiles grabbed Scott's shoulder and we turning to him.
"Just—I just need you to find her." Stiles confessed softly "All right? Please, just— just find her." he glanced at the ambulance
"I will." Scott promised.
"It's gonna be alright Stiles." I assured him. Stiles nodded and Scott and I got up before turning and leaving our friend.
We turned and ran though the trees after the scent. We looked around for any sign of a person before Scott stopped and I almost crashed into him.
We paused and looked around before I heard footsteps. My head snapped in the direction and Scott looked too. He looked at me and I nodded before we took off, weaving in and out of the trees. Scott jumped and began to run on his hands and feet.
God he looked ridiculous.
The person ran on two feet and then moved to four as we gained on them. Scott gave me a look and I nodded before he jumped and collided with the person.
They rolled along the ground and I came to a stop before Scott and I faced a werewolf, a dirty, stinky, homeless werewolf. His hair was a mess and his clothes in rags.
He smelled strongly of blood.
"You're not Lydia." Scott said. He'd shifted, his sideburns showing, his teeth long and his eyes glowing as we looked at the werewolf, also transformed. Scott looked at me and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. The werewolf growled and I jumped out of the way, dodging him as he began to hit Scott. He flipped Scott onto his back and then jumped at him, slammed his head to the ground. I jumped over the two and grabbed the stranger, throwing him into a tree. He turned and growled at me and I just stared. Scott got up and snarled next to me before the werewolf ran at us both. I dodged his arm and jumped out of the way before he pulled Scott up and prepared to throw him head first into a tree. Scott however planted his feet and used it as an opportunity to throw the other. The werewolf got up and growled.
"Wait!" Scott called as he then turned and ran. Scott and I shared an annoyed look before I turned and ran after him, Scott following.
We ran along side a river, jumping over the giant rocks.
"Wait!" Scott shouted as we jumped over the rocks, the werewolf wasn't listening to us. "Stop!" The werewolf hit the leaves and I skidded to a stop just as he tripped a wire and his hands were caught in a loop, pulling him off the ground and causing him to hang by his wrists. Scott stopped next to me and looked up at him as the werewolf snarled slightly. I heard footsteps and turned to see Derek jump out of no where and grab Scott. He pushed him harshly to the floor before grabbing his collar and moving him away from the captive. He turned and grabbed my wrist, pulling me with them, I turned to look back at the werewolf. I wanted to help him.
We moved behind a tree.
"What are you doing? I can help him." Scott whispered
"They're already here." Derek informed. He yanked on my arm and I stumbled over some tree roots before I hit Derek's chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I turned to look back at the captive before I heard footsteps. I stopped struggling and grabbed Scott's shoulder as he made a move to walk out from our hiding place. He looked at me shocked and tried to remove my hand but I just pulled him back and clutched to his top.
"I can help him!" Scott said struggling.
"Quiet!" Derek ordered. Scott stopped struggling as several people appeared. The werewolf struggled against the bindings as my clutch on Scott tightened as did Derek's arms around my waist. The hunters hurried to the captive wolf's side as he struggled and snarled.
Chris walked towards the werewolf and circled him while the others hovered. The werewolf snapped at him, turning his body to watch Chris before Gerard walked out behind him.
The werewolf snapped and snarled at them.
Chris deployed a weapon before he touched the end to the werewolf and electrocuted him. The werewolf screamed and Scott shifted slightly under my grip. I glanced at Derek and he his eyes flickered in my direction before we continued to watch.
"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Chris demanded
"Nothing. Nothing, I swear." the wolf answered as he unshifted.
"You're not from here, are you?" Chris realised "Are you?!" he shouted when the wolf didn't answer.
"No." the wolf said immediately "No, I came— I came looking for the Alpha." I looked at Derek as his eyes hardened slightly "I heard he was here. That's all." he defended himself "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." he defended. Gerard walked closer and my eyes narrowed as he smiled.
"Gentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight." Gerard informed the hovering hunters "You wanna tell them what we've caught?" he asked
"An Omega." Chris answered
"The lone wolf!" Gerard shouted "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." Mr Argent glanced at his father. "Certainly not a wise choice." Gerard smiled and walked away from the wolf. He reached for a piece of cloth on a stone that he'd placed there and pulled out a sword. He walked towards the omega and I watched stunned. Scott's mouth opened surprised and he looked at me, I only looked at him for a second.
"Because, as I am about to demonstrate— an Omega rarely survives— On his own." Gerard swung the sword and sliced the omega clear in half. Blood dripped from the body and my eyes widened. It was gruesome and inhumane, but I couldn't look away. Scott staggered next to me in surprise. Derek removed one of his arms from me and grabbed Scott's hood, pushing him slightly forwards so that Scott could see.
"Look. Look. Look at them!" Derek demanded as my twin tried to look away. "You see what they do? This is why you need me. Why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together." Derek said as Scott tried not to look.
"What are they doing?" Scott questioned as they stood around the dead wolf.
"Declaring war." Derek said strongly, his teeth clenched. I looked at him shocked
"Why?" I whispered. Derek didn't answer.
Chris walked towards his father, a look of disgust on his face.
"We have a code." he informed.
"Not when they murder my daughter." Gerard said.
Oh god. Kate! We'd bright a blood feud. Peter had brought a blood feud. He was dead and still causing trouble!
Gerard stabbed the sword into the ground
"No code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening?" he questioned "Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless— begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We find them. We kill them." Gerard turned away from his son. "We kill them all."
Scott and I looked at one another shocked and Derek released his grip around me.
"You can't trust them." Derek said as the hunters picked up their things ready to leave.
"Right now, we don't have a choice." I muttered and the two looked at me "Chris and his hunters know about us. We're only alive as long as he doesn't tell Gerard." I looked at Derek "We sort of have to trust he'll keep quiet."
"Why would he do that?" Derek demanded, I looked at Scott
"For Allison." Scott realised and looked at Derek
"Parents want to protect their children and what would kill a kid more then watching her friends being murdered by her family?" I asked. We watched the retreated backs of the hunters.
"I don't know about you, but I think I'd be pretty traumatised by that." I muttered.