A/N: I'm baaacckk! lol sorry for the massive long delay. But school is over now and i got nothin on the agenda this summer but to write and watch teen wolf lol so you can expect updatse much quicker now! (: Also, take it easy on me if it's a bad chapter. I'm a little rusty. (Hopefully its not lol)
I woke up the next morning surrounded by a pair of warm arms. I looked up and smiled when I discovered Isaac sleeping soundly next to me. He looked so peaceful in his sleep – like an angel.
My angel.
Seriously his face was glowing! And so was I.
Last night.
I couldn't believe it happened.
Never in a million years would I have thought I was cool enough to even talk to someone like Isaac and now - I kissed him!
And he kissed me back!
And… it was perfect.
Everything was perfect.
Except the fact that I had just lost my brother, I'm living in a stranger's house and am currently involved in a full out war between the supernatural. Yeah, other than that life was great.
But I couldn't think about that right now. I didn't want to. All I wanted to do was look at the boy who showed he cared for me like no other. And that's what I was going to do. All day if I could…
Suddenly, Isaac's eyelids twitched. I bit my lip. Uh oh, I woke him up. In less than a second they were fluttering open and I was exposed to those perfect baby blues. I smiled again. Isaac was awake but his peaceful expression remained. "Hi," he murmured his blue eyes wide with innocence.
"Morning wolfie," I responded. He grinned.
Abruptly, Isaac raised his lengthy arms for a stretch "What time is it?" he yawned.
I sat up. "Seven," I said looking back to him. He was sitting at the edge of the bed now.
He rolled his eyes. "I was supposed to meet Derek this morning," he mumbled putting his shoes on.
"Oh," I said and got up. Isaac got up too and turned to me. Damn, he sure was pretty to look at. Suddenly, he bickered a laugh. I furrowed my eyebrows, puzzled. "What?" I asked. Isaac shrugged and walked over to me.
"Nothing," he said. "Just thinking," he admitted and grabbed my hands. Instantly my face heated and my cheeks grew rosy. I looked from our hands to Isaac's face and I could have sworn he was blushing a bit as well. I couldn't tell because of the wide grin he had his lips pursed into. Finally, I laughed too.
"Ok, you should be going now," I hinted. Mostly because I didn't know how much time I had before this blush would turn into full out giggle session which ultimately ended up with my fainting because holy shit I cannot believe this was happening right now. Isaac's grin shrunk a bit, but he nodded.
"Right," he said and turned around. Slowly made his way toward the window. I watched after him both apologetic and bewildered. Suddenly, he stopped. "I will be taking the window right?" he asked with another soft grin. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
"Yes," I said joining him. "I don't think the Stilinski's discovering I had a boy sleep over on the first night is the exact way to start the relationship." Isaac smiled again and the light reached his eyes.
"Ok," he whispered. I grinned. I was happy he was happy. That we were happy. But like I pointed out before, as much as I wanted things to be perfect – and as much as it felt like there was nothing to worry about – there is. Actually, there's lot.
"Isaac, about tonight…" I looked him straight in his crystal blue eyes. I almost melted into them right then and there, but I couldn't. I had to get this out. "You need to be careful ok? Do everything Derek tells you," I told him. Isaac's face suddenly grew serious and his eyes softened. He nodded.
"Ok," he whispered again. I grinned and nodded satisfied. "I'll see you tomorrow Kate," Isaac murmured looking into my eyes again. I could see the sadness on his face as he said the words. The sorrow in mine was just as prominent. Suddenly, he leaned in and kissed me again. My eyes widened with shock as his gentle lips touched mine. I responded delicately, but filled with passion. I loved kissing him. He was good kisser. And if kissing we're a job, he'd be head manger.
Suddenly, he lips pulled away from mine. I took it as an opportunity to catch my breath. My head was spinning and I couldn't focus on anything. Luckily, I didn't have to. Isaac's lips were on mine once again, even softer than before. Finally, he pulled away leaving me even more mind boggled than before. I closed my eyes as I tried to collect my thoughts and get my breathing back on track.
"Ok…" I started. Isaac leaned his forehead against mine and I did the same. "Now you really have to be careful." His laugh made me smile.
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was glowing again. "I'll try. "
"Just stay-"
"Focused," he finished and grinned. "Is that our thing?" he asked.
My smile widened. "No, it's a life or death's – thing." Isaac did nothing but study my face with those light blue eyes of his. I bit my lip. "So… you should get to Derek now," I mumbled. Isaac nodded.
"Ok." And then he let go of my hands and crept out the window. I watched as hit the ground. Then he looked up at me, smiled and was off.
I barely made it back to my bed before I collapsed.
Holyshitholyshit-HO-LY-SHIT.
Stiles entered – or should I say barged – into my room a few moments later with a year book in hand. "Hey wake up," he blurted loudly. "We gotta look at something." I popped up from bed. "First, I wasn't sleeping and second – hey thanks for knocking!"
Stiles puckered his lips, "Sorry, still used to the my room thing."
I frowned. I was still feeling bad about invading their house like this. "Hey, if you wanna switch every other day – I mean I could take the couch one day and then you could take the bed..."
Stiles waved his hand shaking it off. "Nah, don't worry about," he said taking a seat at his desk. "But I really want you to look at something.
"What is it?" I asked walking over to him.
"It's the Beacon Hills High 2006 yearbook. I'm trying to figure out how Mr. Lahey and Cara fit into the mix."
"Well maybe they were in a club together," I suggested. "All of them."
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Stiles murmured already zipping through the pages. "Do you remember your brother being in anything?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I don't really remember much from that year. I got into a car accident and my memory got a little fazed."
Stiles sighed. "That's alright. We'll just figure it out – together." He turned to me. His golden eyes filled with determination. I was still a little hesitant however. Every time was talked about the kanima; I always thought about Darren's death. And the kanima only killed killers. Did I really want to know if my brother was a murderer? I was trying to remember him for all the good things he's done not the bad – because it didn't yet outweigh the good. But I don't think I could handle it if I knew he took another life. Especially if the life was innocent. Except, how could I ever say no to Stiles? He wasn't just doing this for himself. He was doing it for his Dad too. He wanted to get his job back. And after everything they've helped me with so far – it's the least I could do. I nodded.
"Ok," I told him and viciously started raking through the pages again. Suddenly Mr. Stilinski walked by.
"Hey what you guys doing?" he asked.
"Homework," we answered simultaneously. He nodded and walked on, suddenly he stopped again.
"It's spring break," he stated. Both Stiles and I looked at each other. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked joining us inside the room.
"Well, just satisfying our curiosity," Stiles responded. Mr. Stilinski reached over and closed the book.
"We brought Harris in the morning for questioning," he said. "They brought him in." My eyes widened with anticipation.
"And?" Stiles and I both asked.
"And we got a warrant to arrest him for the murders."
"All of them?" I asked. But it didn't make sense. Why would Mr. Harris want my brother dead? "Enough of them," Sheriff responded.
"With what proof?" Stiles asked.
"You remember the couple at the trailer? The tire tracks nearby match Harris's car."
"Well that's not enough," Stiles said and hastily started looking through the yearbook again. Once again, sheriff closed the book on him.
"The same car was also seen outside the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed. It's got bumper sticker on it. A quote from Einstein."
"Wait what quote?" Stiles asked.
"Something about imagination and knowledge." Imagination is more important than knowledge. Yeah, I remember seeing it there. I just didn't pay attention to it. Come to think of it, that's probably what Stiles was looking at right before he started spreading the ash. But why did Mr. Harris want all these people dead? Who could they have murdered? A friend? A girl friend? His sister? Brother?
"…I saw the same car parked outside thw Rave," I heard Stiles say zoning back in.
"Yeah, me too," I added.
"That means you guys are witnesses. You're going to have to give a statement."
"But what about the concert with the murder of Cara, I mean she wasn't in Harris's class right?" I asked. "And how does Mr. Lahey fit into all of this?" I couldn't even think of Isaac's dad being a murderer as well. Or how Isaac would react if he found out. And that reminded me. Along with the Stilinski's, I had to figure this out for Isaac too. For his father. No matter how many bad things he's done, everybody deserved justice. Even if the justice itself was his death. But if it wasn't – we had to figure out why it happened and stop it from ever happening again.
"It doesn't matter," sheriff Stilinski said. "The tire tracks put Harris and the site of three murders. That's standing evidence."
Stiles still wasn't letting this go. "No that's not enough!" he exasperated and opened the book again. I bit my lip nervously.
"I thought you hated this guy?!" Mr. Stilinski asked bewildered. Stiles sighed.
"I don't hate him – he hates me. And, you know, if he killed them all then yeah, lock the psycho up but – there's something missing. There's gotta something missing…" Once again Stiles started zipping through the yearbook – in even more haste that before. Finally, clearly seeing his distress, Mr. Stilinski intervened.
"Hey – hey. You don't have to solve this for me," he said.
Stiles took another deep breath. "I have to do something," he whispered. I pursed my lips. I knew it. I knew he was feeling guilty. I felt so bad. It wasn't his fault his father got fired. They're just some things you can't tell people. Like how I couldn't tell Darren where I was that night – or any night I wasn't at the library. He would freak. And Stiles' dad was the Sheriff, imagine what his reaction would be when he did actually find out about the all the supernatural things that happened behind the scenes. Lost in my thoughts, I stumbled upon the current page of the yearbook.
My eyes widened. "Guys," I said while reading a certain name. "Look at the swim team." Both the Stilinski's moved their eyes to the page.
"The coach," Stiles stated. "It's Isaac's dad."
"Why do you have a bunch of women's jewelry?" I asked picking up a bracelet. On Stiles' desk was a confusing amount of rings, earrings, watches and many other types of accessories. So much it looked like the display window at Macy's.
Stiles cheeks flushed. "They're – uh – they're for Lydia."
"Oh." I nodded and set them back down. "Why didn't you ever give them to her?" I asked.
"Uh – because they weren't perfect enough," he responded. I puckered my lips holding back the extreme urge to go "awwwwwwww!" The urge was severe, but I held it tight. "Not perfect," Stiles continued, "like this!" and pulled out a present the literal size of a dresser covered in yellow and pink wrapping paper. My eyes widened in bewilderment.
"Ok wait where did you get that?" I demanded. That thing literally came out of nowhere. Had that really just been sitting there the whole time?
Stiles rolled his eyes. "Never mind that, let's go," he said.
I furrowed my eyebrows. "Where?"
"Where else? To Lydia's party."
"Uh, I don't think I was invited…" I started.
"Seriously, Kate? C'mon!" and pulled me out the door.
"Alright! Alright!" I groaned and followed behind him. "What is that anyway?" I said jabbing at the humongous box…
"How are you going to fit that inside?" I asked. We were standing outside Lydia's house (which, by the way, looked surprisingly empty for the party of the year) – and Stiles had not even been remotely joking with this whole present thing. There he stood with his gigantic gift in hand with his head held high as he waited for Lydia to answer the door. I could only imagine what her reaction will be when she sees it.
Stiles groaned. "Will you please stop hatin?!" he complained. I pursed my lips to hold back my laughter.
"Hatin?" I repeated, a little giggle escaped with it. Stiles looked at me of corner his eyes.
"Shut up," he laughed. I put my hands up in a surrendering gesture.
"Ok, ok."
Geez, where was this girl? Maybe this is why no one was here; she never answered the door. I sighed.
"You sure you're ok to do this?" I heard. I looked at Stiles. The look of empathy had returned in his golden eyes again. I smiled softly.
"Yeah," I said. "I think I am." Stiles grinned goofily and turned back to the door.
I don't know why Lydia didn't go for Stiles. Sure he wasn't popular, but he wasn't ugly. Not even close. In fact – he was kind of cute. And sweet and no doubt he would treat her like a princess. He's everything a girl like Lydia should want. How could she be so blind? "So you really like her?" I asked. Stiles turned to me, kind of shocked, but then relaxed. He took a deep breath.
"Yeah you could say that…" Uh oh, that "aw" urge was coming back. And this time i didn't think I could hold it. Luckily I didn't have to. Lydia finally answered the door.
I was right about her reaction. Her face was priceless. I smiled sheepishly as she examined Stiles and me. "Happy birthday!" he sang and shook his gift around. I rolled my eyes.
As if you couldn't already see it…
Lydia made some sort of sound. I don't know it was exactly, but she didn't sound too impressed. I closed my eyes in shame. This couldn't have gone any worse. Poor, oblivious Stiles, however, didn't seem to be noticing this train wreck. At all. "Comin' in," he said and proceeded forward only to be stopped by the doorway.
I knew it.
It didn't fit. "Oh whoa," he said. "Hang on." And continued to try to force the present through the door. I couldn't stand to look at this disaster anymore and literally raised my hand to my head in disgrace. "Ow," Stiles continued. "Here just grab that side, maybe?" But Lydia, already over the whole thing, just turned away.
"Don't forget to try the punch!" she called already down the hallway. I looked at Stiles who was still desperately trying to push the present through. Finally he stopped and turned to me.
"A little help here?" he gasped breathlessly. I frowned. I felt bad for the poor guy. He tried so hard, yet there was never any reward. Only humiliation. Wait, why did that sound so familiar? Oh right, that was the story of my life. With a sigh, I began to push on the present at the same time as him. I don't really know what happened, but suddenly we both ended up the ground.
"Ow," I whispered rubbing my elbow. "Hey!" I shouted looking up. "It's in!"
I turned to Stiles, but my smile quickly evaporated due to the complete stare of irritation he was giving me. I pursed my lips. "Sorry," I whispered.
We met up with Scott who was already inside the house. "You've seen Jackson anywhere?" Stiles asked.
"No," said Scott. "You've seen Allison?"
"No, but we should probably tell her what we found."
"Still kind of not sure what we found," he replied.
"We figured out it had something to do with water? You know the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool," I explained.
"So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?"
"Hated the swim team," I corrected. Which I had earlier figured out Darren had in fact been a part of in 2006. But what did that mean? What did the team and he accidently run someone over? Plus, he was only eighteen at the time. Could he really be capable of taking another life at that age? With such a bright future ahead of him? How could he do that? To himself and to his family.
"Specifically the 2006 swim team," Stiles elaborated. I saw Scott look at me from the corner of his eye and sighed. "So it could be another teacher, maybe another student back then? Like who- who are we missing though, what haven't we found yet?" I wondered if that student back was Darren...
No. had to stop thinking like this. Darren wasn't born a bad person. He was a good person that bad things happen to. And things like that happen to all of us. I couldn't judge his past based on his most recent mistakes because as all the proof laid out, people change. Big time.
Suddenly, Allison approached us. I saw Scott stiffen nervously. Timidly she smiled at Scott and he returned the grin just ask awkwardly. Wait? Were they fighting? Noooooo. In the midst of all this intense dangerous shit, Scott and Allison were the only thing that gave me hope. Stiles explained their whole story to me the other night. It was all so romantic. The forbidden love, the defying of parents, the determination to not give up on what they had no matter how difficult it seemed – it gave me faith. And not just for me and Isaac but, with the fact that, with a little determination, the result that you want will eventually pull through. You just need a little patience and a lot of hard work. That's what Scott and Allison did. And looked how happy they looked – a couple days ago…
So no. I will not tolerate any fighting between the two. Especially the awkward glares. "Uh. Jackson's not here," she stated.
"Yeah, no one's here," Stiles added. I nodded eagerly. Literally. Absolutely. No one. Which was weird. I have been hearing about Lydia's crazy parties for years now and this is definitely not what I expected to see when I finally attended one. I did feel kind of bad though.
"Maybe we're just early?" I suggested. "Don't all the good parties start like after ten or something? That way you know it's only cool people showing up. I think I saw that somewhere."
"Or nobody's coming because Lydia turned into the town whack-job."
I frowned. Just look at the poor girl. There she was, standing all alone, punch in hand, waiting for the party that will never arrive…
"We have to do something because we've completely ignored her the past two weeks," said Allison.
"She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years," Scott replied and we all turned to him.
"Wha – I like to refer to it as me not having been on her radar," Stiles explained, clearly not affected nor embarrassed of the fact. I took a deep breath. My head was starting to hurt and I was feeling a bit thirsty. Whatever it is we had to do tonight, I hope we can get it over with quickly. Let's just help Lydia, find Jackson and move on.
Scott, however, still didn't seem to care at all about Lydia's well-being. With good reason might I add. Scott wouldn't be on "Lydia's radar" either if weren't for his werewolf powers. She was a total power digger. But that didn't mean she deserves a bad birthday. "What about the chance to get back to normal?" Allison retaliated.
"Normal?"
"Well, she wouldn't be the town whack-job if it wasn't for us," she explained. Girl had a point. And everyone seemed to agree.
Scott shrugged. "I guess I could use my Lacrosse co-captain status to get the lacrosse team here," he suggested.
"And I guess I could use my loser status to get some people here as well," I added, half joking. Allison grinned.
"Yeah I also know some people who can get this thing going," said Stiles. "Like really going."
"Who?" Allison and I asked simultaneously.
"I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party…"
Drag queens. Stiles was talking about drag queens. There were so many thoughts going through my head when I saw them walk through the door. Thoughts I'm sure were more than evident on my face. But the one that scared me the most? I'm not even that surprised…
After the party arrived, everyone split up. Actually, really it was only Allison. There she stood on the opposite side of the pool where Stiles and I stood and Scott sat. Both continuously giving each other the awkward glares. "Are you gunna apologize to Allison or what?" Stiles finally asked.
Immediate bafflement overtook all of Scott's features. "Why should I apologize?" he asked.
"Because you're the guy, it's what we do," Stiles continued.
Prejudice… but true.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Scott responded.
"Then you should definitely apologize," I intervened. Both of them turned to me. "Anytime a guy thinks he's done nothing, he's definitely done something wrong. It's science," I explained, and to my surprise, it seemed like Stiles agreed with me.
Scott shook his head. "I'm not apologizing," he repeated stubbornly.
Scott was acting a bit different tonight… Snappier I guess?
As if he could read my mind Stiles asked, "Is that the full moon talking buddy?"
"Probably," Scott responded. "Why do you guys care anyway?"
"Because Scott something has to go right here, I mean we're getting our asses royally kicked if you haven't noticed?"
"People are dying…" I began
"I got my dad fire," Stiles added.
"You're gunna be held back in school."
"I'm in love with a nut job – and on top of all that, if I gotta watch you lose Allison to stalker like Matt I'm gunna stab myself in that face!" Stiles might have been overreacting, but I definitely felt where he was coming from. Too many bad things were happening. We needed some light in this Dark Age. And what brings more joy than seeing two people who are meant to be being together?
Suddenly Scott got up, alarmed. "Don't stab yourself in the face," he commanded.
"Why?" Stiles and I both asked, tensing.
"Because Jackson's here."
He wasn't lying. Right on cue, Jackson walked through the door like what would any clueless person would think, normally.
But he wasn't normal.
He was a freaking killing-machine kanima and there could only be one reason he would be here.
Someone was going to die tonight.
The pounded in my head was beginning to become more distinct. "Hey, guys, I'm gunna go the bathroom," I said. The boys nodded and I strode off.
Actually I went to find some aspirin for my (what was becoming) migraine, but I didn't want them to worry about me. Not when there so many other things on their humongous plate already. Just as I was about to enter the house, I was stopped by the one and only Lydia herself. "Thirsty?" she asked in her high, peppy voice. I grinned.
"Sure thanks," I whispered and grabbed a cup. She smiled back and then walked off to service another party guest. I furrowed my eyebrows. She was being surprisingly nice… I would think most high schoolers would be able to serve themselves. Then again – like I said – I've never even been to a high school party before. Maybe this is how they always go.
Suddenly, it felt like my head shrunk and it seemed as if my skull was too small to fit my brain – this along with a severe thudding did nothing to help my situation and I may in fact go through with Stiles' threat to stab himself in the face.
Aspirin, I thought. I need aspirin.
But, first I took a sip of punch to give me strength.
Wow…
It was good.
I snuck my way to the kitchen cupboard without difficulty. "Ok, aspirin, aspirin, aspirin…" I whispered to myself quietly – oh god – that's what my mother used to do. I shook off the terrible thought of me becoming a middle aged woman who constantly talked to herself and continued to scavenge through the shelves. As I did so, the tightening in my head increased. "Aspirin, aspirin, aspirin…" I repeated until finally, I came across Tylenol.
I smiled.
Perfect.
Quickly, I poured to tablets into my hand. Thank goodness I still had my drink with me. Popping the tablets in my mouth, I washed it down with my punch, finishing the whole glass.
Immediately, I was hit with a tingling sensation. My whole body went limp for a second and my eyesight completely disappeared.
The pounding in my head had stopped, and was replaced a feeling that mad my brain feel like mush.
Whoa, that was fast… I thought. I should go back to Scott and Stiles.
I began to move forward, but automatically stumbled. It was as if my legs fell asleep. It didn't help that a sudden rush of teenagers flew by me. My limbs got lost in the mass of the crowded teenagers. But I didn't mind. I was too drowsy.
Shoulder after shoulder bumped into me.
Arm after arm.
I had to admit, all this unexpected contact was waking me up a bit, and suddenly a vision appeared in my head. It was of a group of people, headed to the pool. And on top of their shoulders was a boy in pure panic screaming, "Stop! I can't swim! No, no, no! I can't swim! I can't swim! I cant-"
Sharply, I came to and discovered I was alone in the kitchen again.
Oh my god.
The master.
He was here.
I had to find Scott.
God, I was starting to hate parties. All people ever did was get in the way with their making out, or playing or fighting.
And why was it so hard to find Scott? And why did my head feel like it was recovering from a major hangover?
Uhg, I just need to find Scott or Stiles.
"'Scuse me, 'scuse me – excuse me," I said as I pushed through teenager after teenager. But it wasn't working. It seemed no matter how hard I tried to break free from the bundle of teens, more kept coming. It was as if I was walking through a maze of people.
And on top of that - I was beginning to really lose it.
My head hurt.
I felt drowsy.
I felt hot.
I felt - sick.
"'Scuse me," I began to murmur. I didn't have the energy to continue being polite. Nor did I have the energy to continue walking in a straight line. Now I was stumbling and leaning onto any person who kept near. "Please. Move," I slurred through the crowd. My breathing became heavier and every step felt like I just ran a marathon.
What was happening to me?
Finally, I broke out from the crowd unto open space, but I still had no idea where I was was. My hazy eyes scanned the room for some clues, but my brain was unable to process any of it. Even so I kept searching. For scott. For stiles. For anything that would put my brain back on track. I scanned the room until I came across – Darren?!
There he was. Standing there. Dressed in his usual blue jeans and white Jack Daniel t shirt – stained with oil grease and left overs from that day's lunch. He stood there next to snack table talking to some random girl whose face I couldn't see. "Darren?" I called, but he didn't respond. "Darren!" I shouted, but he continued to ignore me. I watched in disbelief as the brother I was sure was dead chatted it up with some high school random. And I could have swore I felt a smile creeping on my face. But suddenly, it faded. There was a shift in tone. And suddenly Darren grabbed the girl violently, just how he used to grab me. By the wrists of course – making it extra to cover it up and make up new lies. The girl shook with fear as Darren's green eyes pierced at her viciously. My face turned to horror. "Darren, stop!" I screamed. No. no. no. I thought as I ran over to join them. I grabbed his shoulder. "Please Darren stop!" Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain on my cheek and I was on the ground. My face had been busted open. I could taste the blood as it slipped down my cheek into my mouth. A lump the size of a boulder grew in my throat bringing tears to my eyes that strung them bitterly. I let out a breath as the first tear escaped. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't even imagine how many people must have been looking at us right now. Slowly I turned back to Darren – crying and bleeding expecting it to only get worse from here. But it wasn't Darren I saw when I looked back at my abuser.
It was – my dad.
It was he who was staring down at me with cold, green eyes. All the breath escaped from my body. I couldn't even explain what I was feeling because – I didn't know. I had never experience this amount of shock before – grief, confusion – betrayal.
"Daddy?" I whispered – I could barely get the word out. I could barely keep my eyes open from the amount of tears built up in them but refused to come out.
"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that," he stated darkly.
"I – I don't understand," I choked. "I don't-," I couldn't speak anymore. The tears were finally leaking and in addition came sobbing.
"What don't you understand?!" he barked. "You're the cause of this! We're dead because of you!"
I shook my head. I couldn't take anymore of this. "This isn't real," I told myself. "This isn't real. This can't be real," I whispered.
"Well, of course it isn't honey," I heard. My eyes widened at the sound of the sweet tone. Mom.
Mama and Darren were now joining Daddy's side. All three of them stood before me. My whole family. The family I thought I had last forever. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I tried desperately to make sense of what I was seeing before me. But I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried. I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that everything I thought I had once lost is standing before me – and they were blaming me – for all of it... "Of course none of this is real. We're dead – you made sure of that." He voice was so sweet, yet her words hurt so much.
"No! I didn't mean to-," I began.
"No, you didn't. But that doesn't mean it didn't happen. We're dead because of you. You get to live your life , grow, love – but we can't. And that's on you." The tone in her voice was neither hateful nor resentful. It remained smooth and calm – as if it was just a plain fact she was stating.
I sobbed harder. "No," I said. "It's not – it's not!"
Suddenly, Darren started to approach me. Immediately, I lowered my gaze petrified and ashamed. I kept it there, until hesitantly, I raised my head to look at him. "My turn," he whispered with that devilish smirk emerging onto his face, and raised his hand.
"No!" I shouted and turned my head.
I waited for the impact but it never came. Baffled, I opened eyes and looked back to where they were, but they were gone! I started to look around in panic, but there was no sight of them. Just a backyard full of teenagers – who seemed as if they had not witnessed anything at all. Quickly I raised my hand to my cheek, but nothing was there. Just skin. And sweat. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew I had to find Scott and Stiles. And I needed to hurry.
This time I didn't say excuse and I didn't take my time. I just ran my way around the pool to person after person, hoping that when I turn them around they'd be Stiles or Scott. I did this about eight or nine times until finally – finally – I saw Scott and Stiles standing together on the other side of the pool.
Saying I ran there faster than the speed of lightning is an understatement. Unfortunately when I got their there, I was unable to stop.
"Guys! Guys!" I shouted as I ran straight into Scott's shoulder.
"Hey! We were looking for you!" he said as he grabbed my shoulders helping me come to a stop. I couldn't breathe. I was too out of breath from running too much. Still, I sucked in a deep breath a said, "He's here!"
"What? Who?" Stiles responded.
"The master. He's here."
"Where?!" they both asked.
"I don't know, but he's gunna be-,"
Suddenly, it started playing again. My vision. But this time it wasn't happening in my head – it was happening right before my eyes. Scott, Stiles and I turned and watched in bewilderment as the boy I had envisioned earlier was thrown into the pool, screaming the same remarks like "I can't swim! Please! Stop!"
The master. This was it. This was him. We all stood there stunned, waiting in anticipation for his identity to finally be revealed. Wasn't anyone going to help him?
And someone did.
Jackson.
We watched as he pulled his master out of the pool.
And then there he was.
Standing there. Drenched.
Matt.
Matt was the master of the kanima. "What are you all looking at?" he demanded furiously as he began to exit the poolside. I looked at Stiles and Scott. Had they figured out the same thing? Or was it just me who knew. Matt continued to walk out, but abruptly stopped when he reached Scott, Stiles, me. Stunned, scared and confused all three of us swiftly moved out of his way. Slowly, he passed us – giving Scott a deathly stare the whole way. Everyone watched after him in silence as he disappeared into the house.
That's when the real chaos began. The sudden ring of a police serine caused the party to turn into complete turmoil as everyone began running into the house and out on the streets. "Cops are here!" someone called and the majority followed. At first it was impossible for me to move. With everything I had witnessed tonight - I don't know. Maybe my body had finally gone into shock. But it's a bit impossible to stay still when you have panicked body after body ramming right into you.
I looked up and discovered both Stiles and Scott were gone. I groaned. Not agaaaiiin!
Quickly, I made my way into the house and out the doors.
I spotted Stiles next to his jeep pacing back and forth in panic. "Stiles!" I shouted. Promptly, he turned to me. Relief struck his face.
"Oh thank god!" he breathed and grabbed the side of my arms. I did the same with him.
"I have to tell you something!" we both shouted at each other.
"What? No. This is important!" we said.
"Yeah I know!" we hollered.
"Matt's the kanima!" we both stated. Suddenly we both went silent.
"Oh," I said, shocked.
"Yeah," Stiles murmured. Awkwardly we let go of each other.
"Well does Scott know?" I asked.
Suddenly he came running toward us. "Guys! Guys!" he shouted. Stiles and I both put our hands up.
"Yeah - we know."
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