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Being back at the bank again didn't really fill Dawn's heart with warm feelings.

Deucalion had as always kept his promise. She was still alive and he had even helped tend to her wounds so she would heal faster. If not for the fact that she was so scared of him, she would have laughed at the sheer irony of a blind man stitching her together.

But then again. She had the feeling that Deucalion could see a great deal more than he let on.

Now, sitting alone in her "old room" she finally had the time to think. Trying to escape the claws of Deucalion and the rest of the pack had ultimately had the end, she had been expecting. If not fully acknowledging the fact at the time, she now had plenty. She had foolishly put it in the back of her mind, trying to tell herself, that the only important thing was to get Isaac out from the hands of Deucalion before he met the same fate as the female werewolf.

As he had told her once, at the very beginning, he would always find her. Dawn couldn't help the shiver that ran down her back as she remembered his calm and steady voice, almost as if he was comforting her, the soft touch of his hand on her shoulder. But most of all she remembered his eyes. It had been one of those rare moments where there hadn't been any sunglasses to cover them. He had looked straight at her, eyes a blazing red as he had called the wolf to the forefront, and he had just looked at her. Words hadn't been necessary.

At the time she had been confused. The sincerity in his eyes had somehow thrown her, it had seemed out of place mixed with the power radiating from him. Now on the other hand, she knew what was at stake. And oh God, had he been a vampire she would have so loved to make use of that pun. She would have to remember it for later use.

Nevertheless, her knowledge of Deucalion's need for her also meant that she knew, that he would always be truthful to her. Honey instead of vinegar and all that.

He was walking a fine line. He needed her cooperation to achieve his goal and to do that, he was trying to be nice to her. Or at least what she thought he deemed as nice, she wasn't really sure. But at the same time there was a darkness within him, something she couldn't quite put her finger on and it scared her. It would emerge from time to time, these moments of uncontrollable rage, where nothing and no one were safe from him.

With the exception of her.

xXx

Derek had been hoping to find the location where Boyd and Erica were being held. What he had gotten instead were more problems.

Peter had only seen glimpses, vague shapes, not enough to make out anything concrete. But it had been clear to the both of them that Isaac had found them. Somehow he had found the Alpha Pack.

More important, however, was the conversation that Isaac had overheard.

"Deucalion was talking to them," wringing his hands Peter stared straight ahead at something only he could see. "Something about time running out."

Heart heavy Isaac asked "What does it mean?"

"He's gonna kill them." Derek stated.

"No, no, no, no, no, he didn't say that. He did make them a promise, that by the full moon they'd both be dead."

"The next full moon?"

"Tomorrow night."

Derek could feel the headache slowly building behind his eyebrows. Turning his back on his uncle and Isaac, he allowed himself, if only for a moment, to lose the mask he had so carefully put on the day his entire family had died. Only once before had he done that in all the years since the fire. When his sister, Laura, had been found murdered.

Heartbroken hadn't been the word for what he had been feeling that day. She had been all what he had left.
He had tried moving on, but in the end the only way to do that, had been to create another family. It had never been about replacing his old family, nobody could replace that. But the wolf had been lonely. A lonely wolf, an Omega if you will, didn't tend to live a very long life.

So the new family had started with Isaac and later on allowed Erica and Boyd to enter. With these teenagers by his side he had finally been able to find peace within himself once again. But now that piece was being threatened by the Alpha Pack.

They had taken both Erica and Boyd, they had even had Isaac for a short time, and what had he done? Nothing. He had been the little scared boy, hiding in his own home, closing his eyes and hoping that this whole mess would be gone by the time he opened them again.

The slowly burning guilt he held inside him was almost suffocating, but he pushed it aside. He didn't have time to feel guilty. He didn't have time to feel anything at all. All that mattered was finding his two stray pack members before the full moon the following night.

It was time to find out where the Alpha Pack was hiding.

xXx

"Hello. Anybody here?"

Smacking herself on the forehead Buffy almost groaned. Yeah Buffy, because the bad guys always tend to go around announcing themselves before maiming and/or killing the blonde heroine who boldly walks down the dark hall.

She cautiously approached the door at the end of the hall. She could hear faint voices not far away, and she really wasn't in the mood to go answering stupid questions right now. Like why she was down here for example, staring at a door leading to the boys changing room, when she should have been up there, in broad daylight, punching a teenager in the face.

All in good time, the thought to herself, smiling a little.

Taking a deep breath she slowly pushed the door open. The flickering of light was her first hint that she was on the right track. After entering the school ten minutes earlier she had had the sudden urge to come down here. Some unseeing force guiding her.

"What the hell?"

Blood. There was blood in here. Face paling, Buffy reached a shaking hand out as if to touch the red substance that coated one of the lockers, but just before her fingers could make contact she froze.

Shaking herself out of the stupor Buffy carefully took a step back.

She had spoken to Giles earlier in the morning, just before leaving for the school, letting him know what she had found this far. He had sounded so relieved when she had told him, that whether or not Dawn was here now, she had at least been here not long before Buffy's own arrival.

She couldn't help but wonder if she had been wrong after all. The felling of deep seated fear she had been able to push aside for the last couple of hours, hit her again, like a ton of bricks. Looking around the changing room again she couldn't dent the amount of blood she was seeing. If that was all Dawns ... she didn't finish that thought.

Instead she carefully pulled her cell out from her pocket, eyes never leaving the blood coated locker in front of her and hitting speed dial.