iren's Call
Ch. 4- AWOL
Derek p.o.v
"What do you mean she's missing?!" I shouted at Scott and Stiles. Erica sat behind me, her heated gaze on my back. "We honestly don't know what happened! She was at school one period and when we went to find her during lunch she wasn't there." Stiles shouted. The annoyance and worry were rolling off of him in waves. I wasn't oblivious like Levany. I knew of Stiles' feeling for her. It sickened me to see him all dopey around her. I rolled my eyes in annoyance at Stiles. He scowled at me and I glared harshly at him causing him to flinch. Scott's phone beeped and he sighed as he pulled it out, looking at the screen. I turned away from Stiles and looked at Erica to see her practically drooling over me. "Upstairs." I said to her. She huffed but walked upstairs anyway. "Can any of you speak French?" Scott asked as he pulled the phone away from his ear. I turned to him with a confused glare as Stiles pulled the phone out of his hand, "I took French in junior high." Stiles put the phone on speaker and we all sat down in the living room.
"Si vous obtenez ce message cela signifie que je l'ai été compromise .
Je besoin de votre aide pour échapper et ont aucune idée de là où je suis .
Suivre ce message avec l'aide de Danny . Faire un mensonge ou quelque chose .
Juste dépêchez gars . Je ne sais pas ce qui se passe , mais ils nous connaissent , nous tous."
A door opened in the back ground, followed by a snapping and a zap.
"Pressé, s'il vous plaît , je suis peur de mon esprit sanglante."
"Silly, silly, girl." A chilling voice said. There was a shuffeling noise before the line cut off, but not before a blood curdling
erupted from Levany. I cringed at the scream and stood up abruptly as Stiles began scribbling on a sheet of paper and replaying the message over and over again.
A few minutes later, Stiles had successfully translated the message and handed it over to me. I grasped it quickly and read it over while biting my thumb.
If you get this message, I have been compromised. I need your help to escape and have no idea where I am . Follow this message with the help of Danny . Make a lie or something. Just hurry up guys . I do not know what is happening but they know us , all of us.
Hurry, please, I am afraid out of my bloody mind.
I handed the sheet over to Scott and turned to Stiles. "Call this Danny character." I demanded. Stiles scoffed and folded his arms, "You know, she's my friend too. It wouldn't kill you to ask nicely." I turned to him, rigid with fury, "How about you call Danny, or i'll rip your throat out?" I questioned him sarcastically. He looked to the side the back at me as he made a wide gesture with his hands, "Oh, you know, I'm sick and tired of your empty threats right now-" I cut him off by baring my teeth at him. He jumped back and fumbled with his phone. "Yeah. Yup. Okay. Yes, I am dialing Danny-boy." I nodded, holding back the smile that wanted to appear on my face.
"So you're asking me to track yet another phone?" Danny questioned as he leaned back into the kitchen seat. "Yes." I deadpanned. Danny's eyes flickered over to me, "Miguel." I rolled my eyes, "Can you track the phone or not?" He nodded, "I can, but I need a reason." My blood was beginning to boil, and Scott seemed to notice this. He quickly interjected before I could move from my seat. "Levany ran away today and we can't find her anywhere." Danny's eyes widened and he immediately got to work with the laptop in front of him. "What's her phone number?" He asked Scott. Scott handed him his phone and then froze. "I don't have it." he whispered. Stiles stood up, phone in hand, "Neither do I, but she called me private once. Will that work?" Danny nodded and took Stiles' phone.
"I can't get a signal." Danny muttered as he placed his head in his hands. I growled and stood up, my chair falling back. I began pacing the room, my hands balled into fists. "Leave." I said, looking straight at Danny. He nodded quickly and left without another word. My pulse began raising and I fought to keep myself in control but it didn't work. "Derek." Scott said warningly. Claws began to grow from my nails, digging into my palms. My canines elongated and my eyes flashed as I threw a punch into the wall. Just then, the door to my loft flung open and Danny stood there, an unconscious assassin in his hands. "She asked for you first." he said as he brought her in. I shifted back quickly as I turned around to see Scott grabbing Levany from his arms. "Danny, you need to leave." Scott said as he set Levany on the sofa. Danny shook his head and attempted to step forward but Stiles stepped in front of him. "Danny, so help me god, if you do not leave I will shove a stick so far up your nose it will come out of your ears. Leave." He said with finality. Surprisingly, he listened and left, slamming the door behind him. Scott called us over to the sofa as he attempted to wake her up. There was blood pouring from a wound on her thigh and some incisions on her side and arms. "We got to get her to Deaton." Scott and I said at the same time. Stiles removed his plaid shirt and ripped some pieces off. He tied one of them around her thigh, then her side, and around her shoulder. "It'll slow down the bleeding until we get there, let's go." We all nodded and I picked up Levany, her snowy hair falling like a waterfall over my arm. Please, just be okay.