Jackson never felt more content in his life. Their were very few things he missed in Beacon Hills. He definitely didn't miss Scott McCall, that's for sure. Stiles's annoying voice, he never felt so happy to get away from that. He did miss Danny though. Jackson did in fact miss Lydia and a string of one-night-stands couldn't replace her. He truly did love her. He missed the scent of the shampoo she used, the color of her hair, the feel of her skin. He missed every little thing about her, down to the small mole on her left hip.
"Jackson? What do you wanna do today?" said Amelia, the girl he's been seeing for 2 months. He got out of bed and thought about this long and hard. "See Big Ben? And I'm not talking about the clock!" he said seductively, then kissing her lips. Just as they got under the covers again, someone began to knock on the door. Who the hell could it be? he thought. Jackson took a dirty pair of pants, put them on and headed to the door. As he opened the door, he was surprised as to who was there. "Douchebag Whittemore." said the smug face of Isaac Franklin Lahey. "Lahey." Jackson simply breathed out. "Who's the old timer there?" Jackson asked, pointing to Deucalion. "Oh. Where are my manners. Jackson Whittemore, this is the Grim Reaper. He's here for what's left of your soul." Isaac remarked. Jackson simply laughed and pulled Isaac in for a hug, which very much surprised Isaac.
"It's great to see a familiar face here. Even if it's your uggo face." Jackson mocked. "Say that again. But this time, look Isaac in the eyes." Deucalion said. Jackson begrudgingly went along with it. As Jackson stared at Isaac's face, prepared with a another snide remark, he saw Isaac's eyes change from its usual blue to a dark red. "What the hell?" Jackson said, surprised by this. "Your friend has now ascended from a lowly Beta to a Alpha in his prime. And you can reach that status, if you come with us." Deucalion said. "Jackson? What's taking so long? I thought I was going to see Big Be- . Oh, sorry. Are these your friends?" Amelia said, as she came out of the bedroom. "Big Ben, you say? Been there, very breathtaking" Deucalion said, not understanding the situation. "I don't think it's that Big Ben she's talking about. And for the record, not that big." Isaac said smugly. Jackson looked at him surprisingly. "We were on the team. You notice things in a locker room. And FYI, Danny calls his "Big Kahuna".
Amelia darted her eyes looking confused. "So, you too know each other, or..." Amelia said awkwardly. "Former teammates. Lacrosse." Jackson and Isaac said stoically. "This is a bit of personal thing sweetheart. Do mind giving us the room, luv?" Deucalion asked. "Maybe we should show Jackson our propostion?" Isaac said, with a creepy smile forming on his face. As Isaac walked to Amelia, Jackson then jumped at him. "DON'T GET NEAR HER!" Jackson growled, with his fangs being visible. "Jackson! What the hell's going on here?!" Amelia asked, completely in shock as to what was going on. "So sorry, luv." Deucalion said. He then removed his dark glasses and his eyes glowed a resplendent red. His fangs bared out and plunged into her right shoulder. "AAAAAHHHHH!" Amelia cried out in pain. Realizing what's happening, Jackson then looked up and as he understood what was happening, screamed out "NOOOO!" Amelia then passed out from the pain.
Jackson then ran to her. "No. Nononononononononono!" Jackson said, not wanting this to happen. She was the one thing he had come to care about in his new life. He then shifted into his wolf form and cried out in his Beta voice, "I will make you pay, Lahey!" As he unsheathed his claws and tried to strike Isaac, Isaac simply grabbed his arm and threw him across the room. "Your strength is increasing. That means your control will too." Deucalion said proudly. "I've seen into your soul, Whittemore. I've seen the atrocities you've commmited as the Kanima. You've killed many for the goal of revenge for another, and became the tool of destruction of a desperate hunter. Never liked hunters, especially the one you worked with: Gerard Argent." Deucalion said, the last part with much disdain in his voice. Jackson looked at him with complete shock as to what Deucalion had described. Had he been inside his head?! "Whaddya want me to do? You want me to say something? I'm sorry for killing all those people! I'm sorry for killing your dad. And paralyzing you, and almost killing you, Lahey! I'm sorry for everything I've done!" Jackson cried out. "What is this? I came to bring out the Alpha in you and look what I've found: a snivelling little pup!" Deucalion laughed. "What happened to wanting to be the "top dog"? What happened to the glory you sought to attain when you recieved the bite?" Deucalion mocked Jackson.
"Jackson? Jackson? What's going on? What's happening? Why's everything so different?" Amelia cried out in confusioin. "The bite has taken root." Deucalion said. Jackson felt hot streams of panic pouring down his spine. He didn't want the werewolf part of his life interfere with his new life. "You don't want this to happen to her, Jackson. And don't lie to us: from the moment Scott got the bite, you wanted the same thing. You went to Derek, you got bit, but you became the Kanima instead. Tragic and classic story: the insecure little boy wants power." Isaac said, coldly and menacingly. "Your eyes are blue because darkness was created and has taken root in to your sould. You need to embrace that darkness if you truly want power." Deucalion said to Jackson.
They were right. He did want power. All his life, he wanted to be on the top and anyone who seemed better, he tore them down so they wouldn't come back up. Scott didn't back down, he showed Jackson just what he was made of: and it wasn't just the bite. As Jackson began to think about it, his eyes leaned toward Amelia. "You cannot help her." Deucalion said. "Jackson? Jackson, tell me what's going on!" Amanda cried out. Jackson realized what he wanted and what he needed to do. "Come here. Come here. It's okay. Everything's gonna be okay." Jackson said, holding her tightly. He then held her close to her shoulder and began to hold her tighter. "Jackson? Jackson, please stop!" Amelia said. "It'll all be over soon." Jackson said, teary-eyed. Amelia begun to gasp for air but Jackson kept on holding her. Amelia gasped one more time and then her body became stiff; lifeless. Jackson had then begun to cry. He didn't want to kill her, but he simply couldn't put this imense weight on her shoulders. Isaac and Deucalion looked at him, sensing the pain he was feeling. Jackson continued to hold her lifeless body, now placing his head onto her limp shoulders. He suddenly began to feel this strange burst of energy surging through his body. Jackson suddenly roared loudly, his fangs bared and claws unsheathed.
"Alpha already. Much like you, are forming an Alpha Pack, Jackson. Now that you fit the credentials, care to join us?" Deucalion said with a soothing voice filled with much charisma. "One condition. Find a nice place for her. Some place nice, with flowers or something." Jackson said emotionlessly. Isaac then took Amelia's lifeless body off the floor and onto his shoulders. He then faced Deucalion and said, "We owe him that much."
Jackson waited for them to come back; they came back within three hours. Jackson already had two briefcases packed. "You alright, Jackson?" Isaac said, concern sorrounding his voice. "I will be." Jackson breathed out. "Good. Onward to Honduras." Deucalion said with fake enthusiasm. "Who's the person we're looking for there?" Isaac asked. "A very special wolf. She won't be killing anyone. Much like our friend, Scott McCall, she has his potential." Deucalion said. "She could become a True Alpha?" Isaac asked. "Precisely. And she's already quite familar with me. And your quite familiar with her to, Isaac." Deucalion said, dangerously hinting at something. "Cora Hale" Isaac said with realization. "Let's go, boys. We have much work to do." Deucalion said as they headed for the airport. As they left, all of their eyes began to glow red.
GUEST STAR
Amanda Piery as Amelia
