"Scott confronted Derek last night about the busdriver." Stiles informed me as we walked down the hall at school.
"And?" I pressed.
"Derek said that whoever is doing this and murdered Laura, is called the Alpha. He also said that he's not the Alpha. The Alpha was the one who bit Scott. Apparently, the Alpha wants Scott to kill with him and join his pack." Stiles told me.
"If it's not Derek, then we need to find out who it is." I stated as we got into English class.
I headed out of the school at the end of the school day. All I could hear was the honking of several car horns. That's when I noticed what was holding all of the vehicles up. A man with dark hair who looked minutes away from death had collapsed in front of Stiles' Jeep. I ran, at a human pace of course, towards the scene.
"Stiles! What's going on?" I asked him, studying the man who smelled of death and dogs. There was another scent mixed with the others on this man, but I couldn't quite identify the smell. He's definitely a werewolf, though. Scott ran over to us.
"I got shot." The man spoke up.
"Shouldn't you be healing?" I asked him. Though it was faint due to the smell of death and something else, the smell of dog was enough for me to confirm that he was a werewolf. I wouldn't ask if I wasn't sure.
"I was shot by a special type of bullet." He replied.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked.
"No!" Scott and Derek both answered.
"Scott, you need to find out what type of bullet this is." The man ordered. So, this guy knows Scott.
"How?" Scott asked.
"You're going to the Argent's house, look for it there." He replied.
"I'll try." Scott shrugged. The man's eyes started flashing blue.
"What the hell?" I growled, looking around to make sure nobody saw this.
"Dude, what are you doing? Stop that!" Scott hissed.
"I'm trying to tell that I can't." The man responded.
"Stiles, you need to get him out of here." Scott told Stiles, already helping the man up.
"What?" Stiles gasped.
"Just get him out of here!" Scott shouted.
"I hate you so much for this." Stiles hissed as the man was helped into the front seat.
"Summer, go with him!" Scott called as he ran off. I sighed and hopped into the back seat. Stiles drove out of the parking lot as I texted Rosalie to tell her that I didn't need a lift today. I had a feeling that I wasn't going to need rides from the Cullens anymore. I'd probably end up doing these random adventures with Scott and Stiles.
"So, who even is this guy?" I asked. They obviously knew each other as he called Scott by his name and knew where Scott was going after school.
"Derek Hale." Stiles responded.
"So he's the famous Derek Hale?" I raised my eyebrows. I should've known. I've heard a lot about him but I've never actually seen his face. Not even when he was in the police car when I lied to Sheriff Stilinski.
"Who's she?" Derek asked, angrily.
"I'm Summer." I introduced myself.
"How did you know that I wasn't human?" Derek asked me, looking at me through the rearview mirror. "You asked why I wasn't healing."
"You smelled like a dog." I shrugged. Derek narrowed his eyes.
"She's a vampire hybrid." Stiles told him.
"Wait, what did you mean when you told Scott to look for the bullet at the Argents' house? Why would the Argents have it?" I asked.
"The Argents are werewolf hunters." Stiles told me. I gasped.
"Even Allison?" Allison is so innocent, I thought. I couldn't imagine her shooting down anything, let alone werewolves.
"No, she doesn't even know."
"Where are we going?" Derek coughed.
"Your house." Stiles answered.
"What? You can't take me there!" Derek shouted.
"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles raised his eyebrow.
"Not if I can't protect myself!" He growled. I could see his point. By getting him arrested, we basically told everyone where he was hiding and that included the hunters. Stiles pulled over and whipped out his cellphone.
"Scott! Did you find it yet?" Stiles asked.
"No, not yet." I heard Scott reply.
"Well, hurry up! He's starting to smell!" Stiles hissed. Yeah, like death, dogs and more death, I thought to myself. And that mysterious scent which was probably what was poisoning him. It smelled vaguely familiar but I couldn't quite remember what it was.
"Like what?" I heard through the phone.
"Death!" Stiles responded.
"Take him to the vet clinic." Scott said or at least I thought he did. I must've heard wrong. Vet clinic? This isn't exactly the time for jokes.
"What about your boss?" Stiles asked. Does Scott work at a vet? I wondered.
"He'll be at home by now." Scott told him.
"You'll never guess where we're taking you." Stiles told Derek, handing him the phone.
"Hurry up, Scott! I'll die without that bullet." Derek ordered as Stiles started up the Jeep again.
"I'm starting to feel like maybe that isn't such a bad thing." Scott responded.
"Think about this then. I die, the Alpha calls you again and I can't help you."
We pulled up to the vet clinic. Guess he wasn't kidding...I thought. We helped Derek out of the Jeep and pulled him inside the clinic. Stiles' phone went off.
"Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles asked Derek.
"It's a rare type of wolfsbane." Derek nodded. "Tell him to bring the bullet." Wolfsbane, that's why it smelled familiar. I thought back to when we dug up Laura Hale's body. There had been wolfsbane over her body. It smelled differently than the scent coming off of Derek's body, but it smelled similar.
"Why?" Stiles looked puzzled.
"I'll die without it." He answered. "Okay. If he doesn't show up soon, we'll resort to plan B." Derek choked out.
"What's plan B?" Stiles and I asked.
"Cut off my arm." Derek said, grabbing an elastic band and handsaw.
"Okay, hold up. Seriously, hold up. Cut off your arm?" I asked in disbelief.
"Stiles, he's too late. Cut it off." Derek demanded, thrusting the handsaw into Stiles' arms.
"I'm gonna throw up, faint then throw up again." Stiles freaked out.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked in disbelief, annoyance evident in his tone.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" He shouted. I nodded. I had to agree with that.
"As much as the smell of dog and death is repulsive to me, I'm pretty sure all the blood would make me extremely uncomfortable." I shook my head. "Seriously man, cut it off? You can't grow that shit back!"
"It's my arm or my life." Derek shrugged. "Man up you two, cut it off!" The handsaw in Stiles' hands was shaking.
"God damn! This is messed up…" I cringed. What if I frenzied over the blood and hurt Stiles? I would be devastated.
"Oh my god!" Stiles shouted as he prepared to cut.
"You know, Derek, this isn't the meeting I would've liked. I just met you, dude! This is basically like 'Hi, nice to meet you' then as I shake your hand, I also rip off your arm! I'll pass on this one." I frowned.
"What the hell are you doing?" Scott exclaimed, running into the room. Stiles' heart slowed slightly.
"Praise the freakin' lord!" I exhaled as Stiles wrapped his arms around me.
"You just saved us a lifetime of nightmares." Stiles sighed.
"Give that to-" Derek collapsed, knocking the bullet from Scott's hand.
"No!" Scott gasped. The bullet slid down into the grate. Stiles and I separated immediately but his hand shot down to grab mine. "I can't reach it!" Scott said, frantically. Stiles let go of my hand and crouched down beside Derek. I wondered if I could break the grate. The Cullens were extremely strong and I knew I was strong, too but I didn't know the full extent of my strength. I have never had to use my full strength.
"Sorry Derek…" Stiles said before punching him in the face. Derek shot awake.
"Got it!" Scott called.
"Pass it here!" I called back to him. Scott tossed it to me which I caught with ease, thanks to my enhanced reflexes. Derek took it from my hand and took the cap off. He poured the wolfsbane powder onto the table before grabbing a lighter from his pocket. After burning the powder, he shoved the wolfsbane ashes into his wound.
"Aw, shit!" I cringed at the sight of it. I looked over at Stiles. "You okay?" I asked him.
"Now that I don't have to chop off someone's arm, yes." Stiles replied. I grinned at him. "Are you okay?" He asked me.
"Yeah." I gave him a small smile.
"Yeah, well they're a lot freaking nicer than you are!" Scott shouted.
"Uh oh, what did we miss?" I turned to Stiles, who shrugged.
"I'll show you just how nice they can be." Derek spat. The two left the clinic, leaving Stiles and I alone in the clinic.
Stiles and I sat in his room after we got back from the vet clinic. We were on his bed with our backs pressed against the wall.
"So if you're fifty years old, you were born in 1965, right?" Stiles asked me.
"Yep. Then about seven years later, I reached maturity." I told him.
"So you were around when the Beatles were?" Stiles raised an eyebrow.
"In 1969, I went to one of their concerts." I admitted. Stiles' jaw dropped.
"You're kidding, right?" Stiles gasped.
"Nope. It was January 30th, 1969 in London. It was on the rooftops and their final concert. I was four years old at the time. Obviously, I looked older than that. I was probably about twelve in physical appearance. Edward took me there." I told him, smiling as I remembered the concert. Stiles' mouth was still open. I brought my fingers to his chin and pushed up gently, closing his mouth. I grinned at him.
"I'll show you the photos and videos some time." I promised him. "They don't have the kind of quality that cameras nowadays have, but they still work fine." I chuckled, thinking about the old camera we used. "I better get going but I'll see you tomorrow." I said, standing up.
"Bye, Summer." He called out and we both grinned at each other. I waved and headed outside. I made my way to the forest then ran home.
