Hey everyone! I know it's been a while since I posted anything but here I am with a different story. I've been writing a few different stories but haven't posted any because I've just been having a rough time and then a stressed time because I'm getting married. Thanks for reading!
-Scotty


Deep breath in, deep breath out. I was going to take out this Alpha tonight, I couldn't wait any longer, it had already killed more than once. And we didn't need any more Argent's showing up in town, though I was quite fond of Allison. I paced down the hallway when I heard voices. I jerked to a stop and hid around the corner of the hall.

"A psychotic werewolf that's in to team work, that's beautiful." A voice said.

"Stiles?" I asked, turning the corner.

"Vair, what are you doing here?" Scott, who was next to him, asked.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

They were silent, glancing at one another as if to trying to telepathically come up with an excuse.

"You're here for the Alpha too, aren't you?" I asked, sighing.

I'd gone our entire lives keeping this secret, had never slipped up. Not in front of Stiles who I was well acquainted with because his father was the sheriff and mine was the mayor and not in front of Scott who I was also well acquainted with because his mother was my mother's nurse while she was hospitalized before dying. I'd kept it from both of them ever finding out along with the rest of the school since I was pretty high up on the food chain being class president. And now I was spilling the beans and I could only hope I wouldn't regret it.

"Too?" Stiles sort of squeaked.

"Varick, what's going on?" Scott asked.

"You tell me." I replied, snapping my fingers.

"Scott's a werewolf, the alpha bit him and now he's hunting him down because he wants him in his pack." Stiles blurted out, smacking his hands over his mouth afterwards.

"Dude!" Scott whisper yelled.

"It was my fault. Do you really think you're the only supernatural creature in Beacon Hills?" I asked.

They both stared at me when I heard a crash behind me and a sudden breeze. I pushed on both of them, not bothering with words. They went downstairs, which probably wasn't the best idea but I couldn't leave them alone with the Alpha chasing them and now me. We got down to the basement, and hid behind some lockers. Scott peaked out slightly and I jerked him by the sleeve. I motioned for them to follow me and led them deeper in to the basement.

"We have to do something." Stiles whispered.

"Like what?" Scott asked.

"I don't know, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it." Stiles replied.

Stiles glanced at the room next to us.

"What?" Scott asked.

Stiles pulled out his keys and tossed them in to the room then pushed us back. The Alpha ran in to the room and Stiles slammed the door shut. Scott jerked a desk in front of the door to keep in closed. I slid over top of it and we waited for Stiles to cross over to but he waited and began taunting the werewolf who broke through the ceiling.

"We should go." I said.

We started back upstairs when Scott came to a halt.

"What is it?" Stiles asked.

"Do you hear that? It sounds like a phone ringing." Scott said. "I know that tone, it's Allison's phone."

I grabbed my phone out from my pocket, sliding my thumb across the screen to unlock it before calling Allison.

"Where are you?" I asked before she could even say hello.

"I'm at the school." Allison replied.

"Where exactly?" I asked.

"I'm near the pool, what's going on?" She asked.

"Meet us in the lobby." I said, hanging up.

It only took a few minutes but we were in the lobby first and only seconds later Allison pushed through a door entering the lobby.

"What are you doing here?" Scott asked Allison.

"You told me to come?" Allison replied, confused.

"I asked you to?" Scott asked.

Allison held up her phone.

"Why do I get a feeling you didn't send this message?" Allison asked.

"Because I didn't." Scott replied.

"Alright, did you drive here?" Stiles asked.

"No, Jackson did." Allison replied.

"Jackson's here?" Scott asked, a whine in his voice.

"And Lydia!" Allison stated.

Allison's phone started to ring and then Jackson followed by Lydia pushed through the double doors on my left.

"Thank god, can we go now?" Lydia demanded.

There was a creak above us, everyone glanced up. I saw Allison grab Scott's hand. Scott looked at Stiles. This was our chance to get out but everyone made a break for upstairs instead. The situation had escalated to a small challenge now. Scott led us to the cafeteria.

"Quick, stack the chairs against the door." Scott said.

"Scott, hey, not here." Stiles tried to say.

"What was that?" Allison asked, losing it.

"What's in the ceiling?" Lydia asked, also losing it.

I rubbed my temples, I waved a hand. Everyone freezing in their tracks aside from Stiles.

"What did you do?" Stiles asked.

"Froze everyone, they're all losing it." I said.

"We can't stay in here, look at these windows." Stiles said, gesturing to the full wall of floor to ceiling windows next to him.

"I'm going to unfreeze Scott." I replied.

I waved my hand again and Scott shook his head a little and glanced at us.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"I froze you." I replied. "We need to talk and we very well can't do that with everyone totally freaking out."

"What are we supposed to do?" Scott asked.

"First, we have to go somewhere else, the alpha will crash through these windows. Stay where you are and I'm going to unfreeze everyone else." I stated.

Scott got back in the position he was and I waved my hand again, everyone continued moving quickly to stack chairs in front of the door.

"Guys." Stiles said, loudly.

I held my fingers up to my lips, a sharp and loud whistle breaking through the sound of chairs screeching against the floor. Everyone came to a halt, turning around to face us.

"Great job everyone, good team work, now what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows?" Stiles asked.

"Someone please explain to me what's going on because I am freaking out." Allison said, grabbing Scott's arm.

Scott pulled away and moved away from the group slightly. They all looked at us, Jackson gesturing with his arms.

"Somebody killed the janitor." Stiles said.

"What?" Lydia asked, her voice a little higher than usual.

"What is he talking about? Is this a joke?" Allison said.

"Who killed him?" Jackson asked.

"No, no, no; this was supposed to be over, the mountain lion-" Lydia said.

"Don't you get it, there wasn't a mountain lion." Jackson interrupted her.

"Who was it? What does he want? Scott?" Allison said, voice breaking.

"I don't know, I just, if we go out there, he's going to kill us." Scott said.

"Us?" Lydia asked.

"Who is it?" Allison demanded.

"It's Derek. It's Derek Hale." Scott said.

Hale, the name ringing familiar in my ears.

"Are you sure?" Allison asked.

"The mountain lion-" Lydia started.

"No! Derek killed them." Scott jumped in.

"All of them?" Allison asked.

"Yes, starting with his own sister." Scott replied, running a hand through his hair.

"Whoa, let's all calm down a little, okay?" I suggested, putting my hands up. "I know that you're all scared but we've gotta get out of here."

"Call the cops." Jackson suggested.

"No." Stiles said.

"What do you mean no?" Jackson demanded.

"You wanna hear it in Spanish? No." Stiles said. "Look Derek killed three people, we don't know what he's armed with."

"Your Dad is armed with the entire sheriff's department." Jackson replied.

"I'm calling." Lydia said.

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a second." Stiles slightly pleaded.

Jackson shoved him back. Lydia turned back around to us after a moment.

"She hung up on me. She said they got a tip warning them about a break in at the high school. She said that if I call again, they're gonna trace it and have me arrested." Lydia said, voice thick with emotion.

"They won't trace a cell and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here." Stiles explained.

Everyone started to bicker back and forth. I couldn't believe I'd gotten myself in to this mess. Two other people, that would have been fine. But now I had five other people I had to protect, all of these people being people I cared about well aside from Jackson. I ran through a few different scenarios in my head but they all led to me having to reveal myself which is something that wouldn't be a huge deal if my grandmother wasn't around.

"I have an idea, Stiles calls his useless Dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim." Jackson said, interrupting my thoughts on how to get us out of here.

"He's right, tell him the truth if you have to, just call him." Scott stated.

"I'm not watching my Dad get eaten alive." Stiles replied, voice low.

"Alright, give me the phone." Jackson demanded, grabbing on to Stiles shoulder.

Stiles turned and clocked him in the face. It took everything in me to not howl with laughter.

"Jackson, are you okay? Are you bleeding?" Allison asked, rushing to the ground.

I let out a loud sigh.

"Vay?" Lydia asked.

"It's okay, Lyds, everything is gonna be fine. I'm going to call my father." I said, patting her hand.

They all froze and looked at me as I pulled out my phone. I hit number two then call and my phone started to ring.

"Hello?" My father answered.

"Hey Dad, plans went wrong and now there are six of us stuck at the school so could you send some people over? There is a dead janitor and I believe one other dead if not injured person. We're in the cafeteria now but we are probably going to have to leave soon." I said in to the phone.

"Sure sweetheart, give me about 30 minutes, think you can hold off till then?" He replied.

"Sure thing." I said, hanging up.

"My father is sending some people, didn't give me a time estimate though." I said.

The doors behind Lydia began to rattle, everyone all huddled together.

"The kitchen." Stiles said.

"There's a door that leads to the stairwell." I finished.

"That only goes up." Scott yelled.

"Up is better than here!" Stiles replied.

We all rushed towards the door, I could hear the door being broken through and the chairs clatter on the ground as we pushed through some double doors. We made our way in to a hallway, everyone jerking on doors, trying to find one that was unlocked. Lydia pushed a door open and we all ran inside, shutting the door and locking it shut.

"How many people can fit in your car?" Scott whispered to Jackson.

"Five." Jackson replied.

"Five? I can barely fit in the back." Allison hissed.

"We can use my car if we can get out of here. I drive an Enclave." I said, Lydia was the only one aware of that though.

"It doesn't matter, we can't get out without drawing attention." Stiles said.

"What about this?" Scott asked, moving to the door in the back of the room.

"It leads to the fire escape, we can go down to the parking lot in like seconds." Scott said.

"That's a deadbolt." Stiles said.

"I can open it." I piped up. "But it's gonna take me a while."

"The janitor has a key." Scott said.

"You mean his body has a key." Stiles replied.

"I can get it." Scott stated.

Scott went to leave the room, stopping in front of Allison.

"Are you serious?" Allison asked.

"It's the best plan." Scott said.

"Actually waiting for my father is probably the best plan but I'm not sure if we have that kind of time anymore. I can open this lock but I'm gonna need some bobbing pins or paper clips and it's gonna take me a few minutes since its dark." I said.

"I'm still going." Scott said.

"You can't go out there unarmed." Allison replied.

Lydia nodded at the cabinet behind them.

"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?" Stiles asked.

"No, like a fire bomb. Everything you need to make a self-igniting molotov cocktail is inside there." Lydia said.

Jackson looked at her.

"What? I read it somewhere?" She defensively said.

I nudged her and could see her look sheepishly at the table for a moment.

"Well this is locked too." Scott said.

Jackson pulled his sleeve open and smashed the glass, unlocking the door from the inside. Lydia pulled out everything she needed and got to work.

"Jackson hand me the sulfuric acid." Lydia said, concentrating on the mixture in her hands.

He glanced nervously at between two bottles, I pushed one towards him. He narrowed his eyes at me before handing it to Lydia. Lydia capped the bottle before handing it to Scott. Lydia handed her purse over to me, Allison and Scott were arguing at the door. I dug through her purse while Allison had a mild breakdown at the door before Scott slipped out. I found Lydia's container of bobbing pins and pulled a few out. I got down on my knees in front of the door, Stiles standing next to me holding his phone for light so I could sort of see what I was doing.

Allison and Lydia were sitting on top of a counter space, Jackson leaned up against it next to them. Silence filled the room aside from Allison sniffling and I can't say I blamed her for being so upset. She was confused and scared. I worked the bobbing pins open, pushing on in to the bolt and starting to feel my way around.

"So… you're a witch?" Stiles asked, voice low enough to where only we could hear it.

"Yup." I replied.

"For how long?" He asked.

"For my whole life." I stated.

"So you've been one the whole time I've known you? Even since we were kids?" Stiles asked.

"Stiles, I am trying to concentrate. If you're going to keep trying to talk to me then go sit down with the others." I said, glancing at him.

He looked a little annoyed but quickly went to stand with everyone else. I felt bad for being short with him but my father was taking longer than expected and I had to get everyone out of here. Lydia appeared next to me, holding her phone for light for me.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Terrified." She replied.

"I'm not going to let anything happen to you, I'm not going to let anything happen to anyone." I said.

All of a sudden, Jackson practically slammed to the ground and was screaming loudly. Lydia rushed over to him and I paused to see what was going on. I glanced from around Lydia at Jackson's neck which had a large scratch on it. A memory transfer. The Alpha must have cut Jackson in the video store that night. Lydia and Allison helped him up, he jerked away from them.

"I'm fine." He said rudely.

"That didn't sound okay at all." Allison replied.

"I said I'm fine." Jackson said.

"Jackson, quit being rude because everyone is scared and you're screaming your head off which is probably making everyone a little worried about you." I spat, finally pushed to a place I don't usually get to.

"That's not very polite coming from the class president." Jackson practically spat.

"Yeah and you're not very nice for the lacrosse captain so shut your mouth if you can't be nice because in case you didn't notice, they're scared and you're not helping by acting like a brat." I said, voice low and mean.

I went back to work on the door. I heard a click knowing I'd gotten past the first section of lock. Allison started yelling Scott's name and jerking on the handle of the locked door which seemed to be locked from the outside now. That could only mean that Scott had shifted if he was a werewolf like Stiles had told me. I started working faster and there was a second click and I pushed the door open. I turned around to see everyone staring out the window. Police cars and a few black SUV's were outside. I glanced down the door to one of the SUV's opened and I felt a hallow pain in the pit of my stomach as I watched to see who would step out of it. Luckily it was my father instead of my grandmother. I let out a small sigh of relief.

"Come on, let's go." I said, wrapping my arms around Allison and Lydia.

We made our way down the fire escape stairs and out of the school. Scott followed close behind. Everyone else was questioned while I made my way over to my father.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry lining his face.

"I'm fine, we're all fine. Well physically. Allison and Lydia were pretty upset." I said. "Why did you come all the way here?"

"You said you were in trouble, it'd be different if this were a different mission but you were up against an alpha alone." He explained.

"I'm sorry for making you abandon work for me." I said, looking at my feet.

"It's fine but I need to get back now. Get home safe." He said, patting my head.

I nodded and started to make my way to my car before I heard someone call my name.

"Varick." A man said from the back of an ambulance.

"Mr. Deaton." I replied.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"I'm more worried about if you are alright." I stated.

"I'm fine, just a bump on the head. Make sure you're careful in all this. You're the protector and Beacon Hills can't afford to lose you." He said, smiling.

"Thank you. I hope you get well soon." I responded.

I slid in to the driver's seat of my car, hands trembling. The protector, that's all I was to so many people, it's all I'd ever be to so many people.