A/n: I want to start off saying that I'm so sorry for what seems like the longest wait ever. There's been so much going on in my life that there was a time where I considered deleting my profile and all my stories, but that wouldn't be fair to you guys. Everything is settled down and I can finally get back to writing. Have any of you seen the TV Revenge? …Let's just say I will be using some of those ideas. I have a whole new direction about the plot. Okay enough blabbering…READ!
Chapter 4: Normal
I didn't really care what time it was at this point. I wanted to know why Scott was acting this way towards Allison. Whatever it was I wanted him to know that what he pulled tonight wasn't okay and that he could talk to me. I sat my purse on the table and made my way towards Scott's room. As I passed my own room, I noticed that my door was open when I swear I left it closed. I shook off the thought making sure I would stay focused on what I was doing.
I opened Scott's door without knocking and say him pacing back and forth like he was losing his mind. He didn't look up at me but he knew I was there.
Did I just see him sniff the air?
"What's going on Scott? You abandoned us at the party and poor Allison doesn't know what to think!" I spoke up crossing my arms across my chest and closing his door behind me. He knew I wasn't going to let this go until I got what I wanted.
He sighed and ran his hands through his shaggy hair. "It's nothing Em, it's just…I got nervous."
Lie
"Seriously Scott? You got nervous? I hope you don't expect for me to believe that." I said rolling my eyes at him. Just because I was gone for four years doesn't mean I forgot what his lying face looked like.
He didn't answer me, instead he sat on the edge of his bed and stared at the floor.
"You smell like him" he finally said not taking his eyes off of his spot on the floor.
What is he talking about? "What? Who is him?" I asked him awkwardly shifting from foot to foot.
"Derek." He said simply.
Okay this is getting weird…
"He was my ride home since someone decided to ditch me!" I almost screamed. I can see in his eyes that he had more to say but wasn't quite ready and that pissed me off.
"I guess we aren't as close as I thought." I said and made a beeline to my room.
"Stay away from him Emily! He's dangerous!" Scott yelled behind me as a closed the door.
After the party Friday night, the weekend went by pretty slowly. I spent most of the Saturday finishing homework and avoiding Scott and his weirdness. I decided to leave the situation alone for now.
Sunday afternoon I sat dressed in dark wash skinny jeans and a black tank looking out of my window. I've been in Beacon Hills for four days already and I haven't made any friends. Alice was okay but if I was back in Jersey, right now I'd be having some fun.
What is there to do around here? I decided to take a drive around town to find something to get into. I got up and through everything I needed into my purse then snatched my jacket from the back of my desk chair and headed down stairs.
On my way out the door I saw a note on the kitchen counter written to me.
Emily
Scott went off to work and I will be working late tonight. The lasagna is in the fridge for dinner and I will give you a call tonight.
Melissa
Good thing I was on my way out. I couldn't bear staying here alone again.
I locked the door behind me and made my way to my car. A drive around town wouldn't be so bad right about now. I decided to go to the mall. If anything could distract me, I knew shopping would. On my way to the mall I decided to stop by the pet clinic to talk to Scott.
The last time we spoke he told me to stay away from a guy I barely knew…not mentioning that said guy was extremely hot.
I parked in front of the store and slowly made my way in. While opening the door a welcome bell sounded. I was greeted by a large brown skinned male in a white lab coat with a warm smile on his face that looked to be around his early forties.
"Hello. May I help you?" he asked smiling.
"Yes, Is Scott here?" I asked him looking around a little.
"He sure is, I'll go get him for you." He said before turning and disappearing into a door behind him.
I didn't have to wait long because as soon as I let my eyes roam around Scott came out with a small smile on his face.
"Hey Em. What brings you by here?" he asked me looking at me cautiously.
"Besides the fact that I'm bored out of my mind and I was left home alone you tell me." I said crossing my eyes over my chest. Scott didn't say anything at first but he saw that I wasn't in the mood.
"I get off at 9:00. You want to come back for dinner? I want to talk about Friday night Em." He said looking at me with his big brown eyes. Scott looked so much like his dad.
"Sure. I was on my way to the mall, I`ll be back here later then."
"Yeah. Thanks. I got to get back to work anyways."
"Because you look so busy" I said sarcastically before I turned and made my exit.
"Have fun!" he said behind me.
The Mall in Beacon Hills wasn't exactly the biggest but I didn't expect much. As far as the people went, it looked really normal. There were small children running around with their parents in tow, and teenagers going from store to store with numerous bags in hand. Normal.
I walked into what seemed to be the biggest store in the entire mall, Macys. I walked around the store and didn't really see anything that was worth buying until my eyes stopped on a short strapless black dress with gold stripes horizontally along the bust.
Perfect. I thought to myself. I had no clue where I would be wearing this here but I didn't care. As I made my way towards the dress I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Emily?" said the familiar brunette that was accompanied by her friend with the strawberry blonde hair that I recognized as Jacksons girlfriend.
It looks as if we were headed toward the same dress.
"Nice to see the both of you." I said smiling but not letting that dress out of my sight.
"In a mall none of the less." Allison said giggling a bit while Lydia walked around her to see what we both were after.
"And it looks like you two have the same fashion sense." She said with a smirk.
"Then we will get along just fine." I said smiling at Allison then lifting the dress from the rack and holding against my body.
"Looks great, you should get it." Allison said with Lydia nodding her approval.
After pretty much spending a ridiculously large amount of money on clothes and shoes that should be sitting in my saving account, I decided to have lunch with the girls at the food court. As we talked over a medium cheese pizza we all shared, I got to know them somewhat better. Lydia still seemed a little more human to me. I viewed her as stuck up but now I saw her a little differently.
Allison was a sweet girl. She had just moved here just like me. She didn't really talk much about her family but I didn't expect as much because neither did I.
"Nice car" Lydia said as we hauled all our shopping bags across the parking garage.
"Thanks." I said stuffing the bags inside of the trunk.
"See you tomorrow?" Allison asked while she put her bags in her back seat and unlocked the passenger door for Lydia.
"Bright and early." I said sarcastically and earning giggles from them both.
I wouldn't call them my friends just yet but it was nice to hang out with some girls for a change.
As we departed ways I thought back to how red Allison`s face grew when I asked her about Scott. She clearly really liked him and I could tell they were getting serious. How cute…
Speaking of Scott, I saved him the left over pizza. It was pretty late and I figured that Scott didn't eat anything so I decided to stop at his job and drop it off at his job.
Driving up to the small Veterinarian Clinic gave me an odd feeling that I couldn't describe. Scott never mentioned a love of animals before. Maybe he just needed the money.
I noticed that Styles` jeep was parked in the drive way but not Scotts. What was he doing here? I shook off my thoughts and walked to the door.
As I opened the doors and studied the empty office around me as I walked in.
"Hello?" I said aloud waiting on a response. Nothing.
I walked up to the counter to see if anyone was around the back or anywhere. Nothing.
I was about to give up and leave when I heard a scream. It wasn't your average scream. It sounded like a wounded animal or someone is the most horrific pain I could imagine.
I tossed the pizza takeout box on the front desk and sprinted to the door where this noise was coming from. At this point I wasn't thinking about what could behind this door or the consequences but as soon as I took in the scene around me, I knew I probably would be regretting this later.
There was a pale and somewhat lifeless Derek Hale on the floor and a panicked Styles looking over him. I could tell neither of them noticed my presence until I was behind Styles.
"What's going on? What happened to him Styles?" I said looking over Derek's body to find the source of pain. Derek didn't respond to my question, he just continued his withering and groaning.
"He was sho- Wait, what are you doing here?" Styles said looking at me like I was in the wrong here.
"Shot! He was shot? Why didn't you call 911 or take him to the hospital Styles!" I said now getting angry at the stupidity. Derek could be dying right now and he was brought to an animal clinic.
"You don't need to be here." Derek choked out in between breathes.
"Well I'm not leaving. Where's Scott?" I asked looking around and finally noticing that he wasn't here at all. Neither was his boss or any other doctor. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach about this. I was abruptly brought out of my thoughts when I saw Derek's wound. It was like something out of a bad zombie movie. His arm literally looked like it was deteriorating before my eyes. What the hell is going on?
"He's with Allison…and Emily, please don't ask any more questions." Styles said to me brushing his hand through his short hair.
"Why aren't you doing anything? Your just sitting there!" I told him moving closer to Derek and bent down next to him, tightening up the scarf.
Stiles read out a text that was from Scott. I couldn't concentrate on what they were blabbering about while a shirtless Derek Hale was bleeding out on the floor. This is sick.
"…It's a rare form of wolf's bane. He has to bring me the bullet" Derek made a sound deep in his throat, like he wasn't prepared for what was coming.
"Why? What does…?" I asked looking between the both of them.
"Because I'm gonna die without it" Derek snapped interrupting me and my breath caught in my throat.
"I told you No questions Ems." Styles said while I assumed he was calling Scott. I couldn't wrap my head around any of this. I leaned over and examined the upper half of his arm that was wrapped with a bloody scarf. It looked as if it was getting worse and I really did not want to watch him die. All my years of the random military medical procedures my dad would teach me and watching Greys Anatomy was about to kick in.
"Can you move or sit up at all?" I questioned him and he just looked up, his face was completely drained, but he nodded then Styles and I struggled but managed to get him to sit on the edge of the huge medal table. That was the first time I ever saw Derek Hale topless. Even some what dying, he was gorgeous? His shoulders were broad and strong and three connected swirls inked his back. My mind reeled. In the dreams...I saw that tattoo. I traced it with my fingertips. I took a step backwards and bumped into Stiles.
"You alright?" He asked when he saw the expression on my face and I just nodded, not sure what to say. That feeling in my stomach wasn't going anywhere.
"I'm uhh. Okay, Call Scott!" I said looking around for gauze or anything that we could use. I don't know what's going on but someone better tell me something and soon.
I went over to a wall of cabinets and drawers. I started looking through every one of them furiously. I finally found some gauze, a bottle of rubbing alcohol and large bandages. I turned and walked back toward Derek and I nearly dropped everything at the sight I was greeted with.
"What's going on?" I asked and Stiles looked over at me, fear shining bright in his eyes pointing as Derek held the small hand saw. It looked like some kind of torture device.
"He's lost his damned mind" Stiles' voice cracked. I sat all the supplies I collected on the table beside him.
"Umm Derek, I know this is probably painful but really? A saw?" I said to Derek and he just began to wrap the blue rubber band around his upper arm as if I hadn't spoken at all.
"I don't have a choice" He said, his voice strong and his eyes were starting to change in a way.
"And what if you bleed to death? Or get your arm more infected than it already is at this point." I said, this was not the best idea right now but the look on his face told me he couldn't care less.
"Then I'll heal if it works" Derek said, still wrapping the blue band. A lump began to rise in my throat.
"Heal? Are you nuts? Fine, I refuse to be a part of this" I said, just a strongly as him, my hands raised in the air in submission and his eyes flashed to mine.
"Fine then. I don't need your help. Stiles?" Derek looked away from me and looked at a freaked out Stiles.
"I refuse too!" Stiles said his voice weak. I knew he was just as scared as I was but a little to okay with what was going on.
"Why?" Derek asked his body was hunched over, like he couldn't hold himself up anymore. I looked at the wound and fought the urge to look away. The once red bullet hole was now a dark reddish black and all of the veins around it were turning purple. Nothing about this screamed normal. He must be some freaky zombie after all.
"Sawing through the muscle and the veins and oh yeah, the blood!" Stiles said while his eyes bulged out of his head.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek said as if he couldn't believe it.
I shuttered and Stiles glanced at me then back at Derek.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles yelled and I just stood there. That either would be really awesome or a fatal mistake.
"Alright fine. If one of you two doesn't cut off my arm, I'm going to chop off both of your heads" Derek threatened and I rolled my eyes. Bull shit. Stiles scoffed and stood back confidently. Attitude much?
"You know what, I'm so not buying your threats anymore- okay, okay I'll do it" Stiles facial expression went back to normal as Derek grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and looked him in the eye. Just then, Derek began to gag and I took a step closer to him.
"Derek are you alright?" I asked, just before he threw up a mouthful of blood or at least what I thought was blood.
"What the hell is that?" Stiles whined and I held on to his arm. I was officially too freaked out to think straight or even hold a conversation.
"It's my body...trying to heal itself" Derek had to pause between sentences to catch his breath.
"Well it's doing a crap ass job" Styles replied and Derek just forced himself to stand straight.
"This has to happen now. We have to do this now" and he seemed to be convincing himself that this is what he needed to do. I took out my phone and dialed Scott. No answer. To my understanding, he seemed to be the only one that knew how to help or have some answers.
Derek laid flat across the table, with his left arm stretched out as Stiles held the saw inches away from his flesh.
"I don't think I can-" Stiles sounded like he could barely breathe.
"Just do it!" Derek screeched and I closed my eyes and covered my ears with my hands, trying to block out the sounds of the two screaming at each other, and the saw running. Then, another voice joined the conversation.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott exclaimed as he came in and I could have cried at just seeing his face eased my nerves. Derek and Stiles were a horrible combination and I never wanted to be alone with the both of them ever again. Stiles was letting out deep breaths, a smile on his face.
"Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares" He said and I cringed and wrapped my arms around my torso.
"Did you get it?" Derek quizzed and Scott reached in his pocked, and then handed Derek a little bronze colored bullet. Derek's eyes began to go hazy and unfocused and I reached for him before he fell over. The bullet went one way, and he went the other.
"Derek. Hey, you've got to wake up" Styles told him as I bent down on my knees next to him. I held his face between my hands and shook it.
"Scott what the hell are we going to do" Stiles panicked as he kneeled over Derek with me.
"He's not waking up!" I cried, shaking over him. Now I was panicking. Tears began to gather in the corners of my eyes and I just kept trying to wake him up. I've never had anyone just lie there and die in my arms and now won't be the time either. I couldn't explain the hurt I was feeling, like I had to save him.
"Move over for a sec" Stiles said and he looked down at Derek just as Scott screamed that he had retrieved the bullet.
"Please don't kill me for this" Stiles told the unconscious Derek before punching him as hard as he could in the face. Derek's eyes snapped open and I let out a surprised gasp as he looked around and then jumped up. Stiles helped me up and Scott handed Derek the bullet.
Inside the bullet some light blue powder. Derek took emptied the bullet on the table and dug in his left pocket. He pulled out a lighter and set the powder on fire. The flames were high and sparked a little for a moment, but then died down into nothing. Derek collected the burnt powder into the palm of his hand and then looked up.
Our eyes locked and I watched his every move. He looked back at his hand and then pressed the plant into his wound and let out a howling scream before falling onto his back and writhing in pain on the floor. I went forward but Stiles held me back. I just leaned back against his chest as I watched the bullet wound begin to heal before our very eyes. Like I said…Nothing screamed 'Normal' about this.
When it was all over, and Derek's skin was back to normal there was a moment of silence. None of us really knew what to say.
"That was awesome! Yes!" Stiles cheered, pulling his fist through the air in happiness. Scott and I looked at him like he was insane.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked Derek as the he began to get up. The color had returned to his skin.
"Except for the excruciating pain, peachy" He responded, standing to full height.
"He has the ability to use sarcasm, I think he's fine" Stiles teased and I held back a giggle as Derek shot him death glares.
"Okay we saved your life, and now you're going to leave us alone. And if you don't...I'm going to back to Allison's dad and tell him everything" Scott threatened in a weak voice and Derek looked unappeased.
"And what? You think they'd help you. You think that you could trust them?" He inquired, his face slightly pissed, slightly amused.
What did Allison's family have to do with any of this?
"Yeah, why not? They're freaking nicer then you are." Scott asked and I just stood there confused.
"I can show you exactly how nice they are" Derek said to Scott, and I knew it was time for me to head home. I was starting to get pissed because everyone seemed to know something that I didn't and really didn't want to enlighten me. I just witnessed the unexplainable for fucks sake! I was beyond over this situation.
I stormed out of the room and made my way to my car, not paying attention to my blood stained shoes and jeans.
"Emily!" Scott yelled behind me but I didn't care. I just needed to get the hell out of there and quick.
A/N: I know season 3 is coming this summer so I have a plan to speed along this story with the new details I have planned. Reviews make this process quicker! See you guys again soon.
