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Bamby

Hurrying towards Scott's room, I threw the door open in time to see Allison by his window, an arrow in hand as she held it under some dripping venom that was on the window frame.

"Where's Lydia?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"In the bathroom. I told her to lock the door."

"Both?" I hoped she'd known there was one that led into Scott's room, and one that led into mine.

"Yeah."

"Good." I nodded, locking Scott's door- though I knew it would do nothing more than give us one maybe two seconds extra. "You got a plan?"

"Kind of." She shrugged, pulling away from the window before she came over to stand next to me, in front of the bathroom door. Once she stopped by my side she carefully fixed the arrow into place on her crossbow without touching the venom.

Suddenly Scott's bedroom door was kicked open.

Erica stepped in and took one look at us, a grin on her lips. As her eyes landed on the crossbow in Allison's hands she chuckled lightly. "Hmm… this might make me sound like kind of a bitch, but I've always wondered what it feels like to steal someone's boyfriend. I bet it's a pretty sick rush of power." She took one step forward. "I think I might try it with Scott." She laughed again. "You know what, Allison? I don't think it's gonna be that hard. Because why would he be waiting around to steal ten minutes with you, when he can have me anytime he wants?"

Having heard enough, Allison pulled the trigger on her crossbow and released the arrow.

Erica caught it just before it could hit her. She laughed again. "You didn't really think that would work, did you?"

Allison and I both shared a look, our own grins forming.

"Actually…" I turned to Erica again.

"I did." Allison shrugged.

A look of realisation crossed Erica's face before she looked down at her hand to see venom covering both the arrow and now her palm. Then, within two seconds or so, she dropped to the ground, paralysis hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Chuckling lightly, Allison lowered her crossbow and moved over to crouch by Erica as she lay face down on the floor. "I thought you were psychic. Bitch."

Still grinning, I walked over to stand next to Allison as she straightened up, the two of us smugly looking down at Erica. Then we turned to each other, feeling pretty proud of ourselves in that moment.

Reaching down, I grabbed a fist full of Erica's jacket and started to drag her out of the room and down the hall. Allison was right behind, following as I dragged Erica all the way down the stairs.

The second we were on the first floor Scott stopped fighting Isaac and turned to us. He and I shared a look. I nodded to him, which was all he needed. Turning back to Isaac- who was barely conscious- he gave one last final blow, knocking the other Beta out.

Hurrying for the front door, Stiles opened it for Scott and me as we carried Erica and Isaac over. Once the door was opened we threw them out and onto the lawn, right by Derek's feet.

Stepping onto the porch, side by side, Scott and I stood tall and confident, letting Derek know we weren't going to make this easy for him. Stiles and Allison stood behind us, letting everyone know they had our backs.

Derek tore his eyes from his Betas that lay by his feet, and looked to us. "I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me. You're not Omegas. You're both already Alphas, of your own pack." A smirk found its way onto his lips. "But you know you can't beat me."

"We can hold you off until the cops get here," Scott countered just as the sound of sirens ringing in the distance hit our ears.

Derek's smirk fell as he realised we were right. He wasn't getting into the house, or to Lydia, not tonight. No, tonight we won.

Well, at least that's how it seemed...

Something on the roof caught everyone's attention then.

Hurrying off the porch with Stiles, Allison and Scott, we looked up at the roof and found the Kanima. It paused, as if knowing we were watching. Turning, it looked to each of us before letting out an ear-piercing screech. Then, it hurried off, disappearing into the night.

"Get them out of here," Derek told Boyd, gesturing to Isaac and Lydia. It was clear he was about to go after the Kanima, but before he could someone else ran out of the house.

Lydia.

She stopped on the porch, fear and confusion plastered on her face. "Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?"

Everything happed at once.

Derek ran off after the Kanima. Allison quickly ushered Lydia to her car. Boyd gathered Erica and Isaac into Derek's car- which was parked down the road. While Scott, Stiles and I piled into the Jeep and raced after Kanima.

We needed to get to it before Derek. Before he could kill it. Unlike him, we knew it was an innocent. Unlike him, we now knew who it was.

Jackson.

…

Stiles was speeding down the road in the warehouse house district when he had to come to a screeching stop. In front of us, blocking the path, were road spikes.

"What do we do now?" Stiles asked, an urgency in his voice.

Unbeknownst to him, Scott was already jumping out of the car and chasing after the Kanima on foot.

I climbed over and into Scott's spot, turning to Stiles quickly. "Reverse and find another way. Now."

Doing as I said, without hesitating, Stiles slammed the car into reverse and got us the hell out of there.

Scott and I didn't need to talk to know what we had to do. We also didn't need to talk for us to realise the same thing. The Kanima had no scent, which was going to make it hard to follow. So, as long as he stayed with it while on foot, Stiles and I would be able to go around and find them again. All I had to do was follow Scott's scent.

…

We found Scott hanging around the corner of an alleyway and club. Stiles and I- unintentionally- snuck up beside him, trying to stay quiet so we didn't scare the Kanima off- wherever it was…

As Stiles neared Scott my brother turned suddenly and jumped before getting ready to attack. He clearly hadn't heard us coming and didn't realise it was us.

Stiles lifted his hands in the air. "Wait, wait. Sorry, I'm sorry."

Relaxing, Scott let out a breath before he looked around the corner to the line of people waiting to get into the club.

I stood beside him, looking around as well, trying to spot where the Kanima might be. "Where'd it go?"

"I lost it." Scott shook his head.

"What?" Stiles grabbed Scott's shoulder and turned him. "You couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one," Scott noted as I nodded in agreement.

"All right, any clue where he's going?"

"To kill someone," Scott and I said at the same time. He sounded more matter-of-factly, while I was a little more sarcastic.

"Ah!" Stiles nodded. "That explains the claws and the fangs and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now." When Scott gave him an exasperated look he simply shrugged. "What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my own defense."

"Just help me find it," Scott told him, wanting to get back on track.

"Not 'it'. Jackson," Stiles corrected.

"We know that," I assured him. "But that doesn't change the fact that he is more than likely going to kill someone tonight."

"Does he know that?" Stiles had a good point. "Does he know anything? And did anybody else see him back at your house?"

Scott sighed, "I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?" Another good point from Stiles.

Luckily for us, I'd already been thinking that over. "The Kanima doesn't have a scent, but Jackson does, right? And Jackson doesn't show signs of having any supernatural abilities, right? So, maybe they're two completely different things in one body," I suggested.

Stiles nodded. "Derek said a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom. So, when's the Kanima not the Kanima?"

"When it's Jackson," Scott answered, catching up to what Stiles and I already figured out.

Turning back to the dwindling line of people heading into the club, I sighed, "That doesn't help us now though. We still don't know who he's going to kill. Or if he's even here."

"Uh…" Stiles spoke up, "Dudes." Scott and I turned to see him backing up and looking to the roof of the building.

Walking over to stand with Stiles, Scott and I looked up just in time to see the Kanima slip into the building…

"See that?"

"He's inside," Scott stated the obvious.

"What's he gonna do in there?" Stiles asked.

I sighed, shaking my head. "Whatever it is, it can't be good."

"I know who he's after."

Stiles looked to Scott. "What, how? How? Did you smell something?"

Scott nodded as his eyes stayed glued to the line of people. "Armani."

Following his gaze, I felt my stomach drop. At the front of the line, heading for the doors right now, was a familiar face. Danny.

Without skipping a beat, I moved further down the alleyway and towards a side door that would lead into the club. Scott and Stiles were right behind me, understanding the urgency of the situation.

Reaching the door, I tried for the handle, but it was locked.

Stiles groaned, as he started to look down the alleyway for another way in. "All right, maybe there's, like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of…"

Before he could finish I gripped the handle tighter and broke it off the door without breaking a sweat. It was like snapping a twig in half.

"… handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength." Stiles shook his head at himself. "How did I not think of that one?" he asked, following Scott and I into the club.

…

The music was loud. People were dancing everywhere. Drinking, laughing, having a great time. It was a pretty contagious atmosphere… until I realised I was one of only a handful of females in the entire building.

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude," Scott noted, talking loudly over the thumping music. "I think we're in a gay club." He turned to Stiles and me.

I still stood next to Scott, but Stiles on the other hand… he was currently being surrounded by some drag queens.

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles remarked sarcastically.

Chuckling lightly to myself, I shook my head before nudging Scott's arm. "Let's just find Danny, okay?"

Nodding, he followed me as I headed for the bar, Stiles not too far behind.

Once we reached the bar Stiles stepped forward and nodded to the bartender. "Three beers."

I shook my head. "Nothing for me, thanks."

"IDs." The bartender asked the boys, who reached for their wallets and pulled out their fake IDs. One look at them and the bartender was clearly unconvinced. Chuckling lightly, he handed the IDs back. "How about two Cokes?"

"Rum and Coke? Sure." Stiles nodded.

I rolled my eyes, trying not to show how amused I was. "Just get them two Cokes," I told the bartender, handing him some money.

Stiles shrugged. "I'm driving anyway."

A moment later the bartender came back with two drinks and a smirk on his face that was directed to my brother. "That one's paid for," he noted before nodding over his shoulder to another guy at the end of the bar.

The guy raised his own glass towards Scott and smiled.

Unable to stop myself, I laughed at my brother's embarrassment and awkwardness. Then I looked to Stiles, who actually seemed offended that he wasn't the one getting some attention.

Leaning forward, I placed a kiss on his cheek. "They just think you're here with me." I winked at him.

Blushing, he grabbed his drink with one hand, while the other moved to rest on the small of my back. "That's fine by me."

The three of us turned to lean against the bar and face the dancefloor were dozens upon dozens of men were dancing to the upbeat music. Strobe lights and disco balls completed the look, reminding me why I didn't go clubbing… it was way too loud and intense.

"Hey, I found Danny." Stiles moved his hand from behind my back so he could point him out in the crowd.

"I found Jackson," Scott added almost instantly, his eyes trained on the dark and high ceiling.

Looking from Danny to the Kanima, we could see its focus was trained on Danny. Crawling on the ceiling, it neared him, looking as if it was almost ready to make its move.

"You get Jackson. We'll get Danny," I told Scott as I grabbed Stiles' arm and dragged him into the gathered crowd on the dancefloor.

Trying to move through the dancing and tightly fit group of people between us and Danny was a feat I wasn't sure I could beat in time. The closer I felt I got to him, the more people seemed to block my path.

Stiles was a step or so behind me, struggling a little more. He called out to Danny in an attempt to get his attention. But he didn't stand a chance over the loud music.

As much as I wanted Scott to get to Jackson first, I had a feeling there was nothing he could do to actually stop him. So far, our attempts to stop the Kanima had failed. I doubted anything we did would actually help.

When the fog machines above turned on I knew we were screwed. I just had a gut feeling. Turns out I was right.

One by one, I saw people drop to the ground. The line of people falling led directly to Danny… Jackson was on the move.

"No!" Pushing with all my might, I threw myself through the crowd, hoping there was still sometime.

Unfortunately, there wasn't.

Danny went down. The Kanima had scratched him with its claws. He was paralyzed.

"Jackson!" Scott's voice rang through the crowd.

Through the crowd and the fog, I caught sight of red, glowing eyes. Derek's eyes.

"No, don't!" Scott yelled, but it was too late.

Derek lashed out at the Kanima, slashing its throat with his claws. Then he was gone.

Suddenly people started to scream and scatter as they spotted the people on the ground. It was chaotic, people running and screaming everywhere. I had no idea where Scott or Stiles was. I had no idea where the Kanima was. I had no idea where Derek was. It was just chaotic.

As I tried to fight through the crowd I spotted a trail of blood on the floor. Despite the fact I knew I should try to get to Danny, I also knew I had to try and find Jackson. If he was dying, he needed help. If he wasn't dying… he needed to be stopped.

…

Bursting through the back door of the club, I followed the trail of blood that led into the small parking lot behind the building. Moving as fast as I could, staying on the trial until I rounded a vehicle and came to a sudden stop.

Jackson lay on the ground, naked, unconscious, and covered in blood.

Scott was kneeling beside him, having gotten here before me. A second or so later Stiles came to a screeching halt on my right.

Looking up at us, Scott couldn't keep the panic from his face. "What do we do with him now?"

…

Scott and I hurried over to one of the stretchers that was about to be put into the back of an ambulance. Lying on top of the stretcher was Danny. A very confused, and still very paralyzed Danny.

"Scott, Angela?" Danny frowned up at us once we stood by his stretcher. "What are you two doing here?"

"Just seeing if you're okay," Scott answered quickly. "And wondering if anything weird happened to you today. Besides being paralyzed from the neck down."

"Sorry, but we need to get him to the hospital," the paramedic informed us.

"One more question." I didn't give them a moment to agree before I looked down at Danny. "Are you okay?"

"Did it happen to my ex, too?"

Looking over to one of the other ambulances, Scott and I spotted Danny's ex lying on a stretcher, before we turned back and nodded.

Danny smiled. "Then I'm great."

Chuckling, we let the paramedics put him into the back of the ambulance then. We stayed there and watched until the doors were closed.

Turning on our heels, we then headed over to Stiles' Jeep- which was across the road and in the shadows, trying to stay out of sight. Scott pulled himself into the passenger seat, before I closed the door behind him and leaned against it.

"We couldn't get anything out of Danny," Scott explained to Stiles who was already behind the wheel.

"Okay, can we just get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles asked.

"Get Jackson somewhere safe and secure." I gestured to where he was lying in the back seat, covered by a blanket and knocked out. "I'm gonna go home and try to clean up before mum finishes work."

"Okay." Scott nodded. "We'll call you if anything happens."

Stiles reached for the keys then so he could turn the car on and leave. But before he could start the car his father's car came out of nowhere, siren blearing as it stopped in front of the Jeep, closing it in.

"Oh, my God." Stiles started to freak out. "Oh, my God. Could this get any worse?"

As if on cue, Jackson began to stir and groan then.

Stiles turned to glare at him. "That was rhetorical!"

Scott sighed, "Get rid of him." He gestured to Sheriff Stilinski's car.

"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene and he's the sheriff," Stiles noted.

"Do something!" I snapped. "Before Jackson wakes up."

Groaning, Stiles climbed out of the car and hurried over to his dad.

"What's… what's going on?" Jackson mumbled from the backseat.

"Jackson, Jackson, be quiet." Scott pushed him down before he could sit up and be seen.

We both turned to Stiles and his dad to watch them, hoping and praying Stiles could get us out of here.

"What are you doing here?" Sheriff Stilinski asked, arms folded over his chest.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It's a club." Stiles shrugged. "It's a club, we were clubbing, you know? At the club."

"Not exactly your type of club," Sheriff Stilinski noted.

"Uh…" Taken aback for a moment, Stiles tried to come up with a plausible response… but instead, he managed to come up with something obviously false. "Well, dad, there's a conversation that-"

Before he could finish his father cut him off, not buying it already, "You're not gay."

"I could be," Stiles insisted, sounding a little offended.

"Not dressed like that." Sheriff Stilinski gestured to Stiles' dark jeans, runners, dark grey shirt and grey hoodie.

Looking down at his clothes, offended again, Stiles tried to see what was wrong with his outfit. "Well, what's-"

Patience gone, Sheriff Stilinski started for the Jeep. Stiles jumped in front of him, earning an annoyed and disapproving sigh from his father. "This is the second crime scene that you just happened to have shown up on. And Angela." He pointed to where I stood by the car.

I shrunk down with guilt, trying to look smaller so he wouldn't focus on me anymore.

Fortunately for me he continued to talk to Stiles… which was not good for Stiles… "At this point, I've been fed so many lies, I'm not sure I know the kid standing in front of me. Now, what the hell is going on?"

"What's happening?" Jackson stirred again, moving to sit up.

Scott turned to him quickly. "Jackson, I'm sorry, but…" He threw a fast and hard punch to Jackson's face, knocking him out again.

"Dad, I-"

Sheriff Stilinski cut his son off, "The truth, Stiles."

"The truth, all right." Stiles sighed, looking to the crowd of people and ambulances, trying to buy a little bit of time so he could come up with a lie his father would believe.

Luckily for us, Stiles was pretty good at covering up his tracks, which is how he managed to find exactly what he needed.

"Well, the truth is that we were here with Danny." He nodded. "Yeah, 'cause he just broke up with his boyfriend so, you know, we were just trying to take him out and get his mind off things. That's it."

It took a second, but after a moment or two Sheriff Stilinski nodded, buying it. "Well, that's really good of you guys. You're good friends."

"Oh, thank God." I let out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding.

Bamby