AN: Sorry for the late update, hopefully this longer chapter makes up for it. Let me know what you think guys.
Love Sam.
Chapter Six: motel California: P.O.V Charlie
"Are you sure you're okay? I can come get you if…"
"Its fine, I promise. It's just one night. I'll be back tomorrow." I said one more time, trying to convince Lily I didn't need a ride home.
"Well as long as you're sure." I smiled glancing at Lydia and stiles and rolled my eyes, Lydia raised an eyebrow in question.
"Lily?" she asked, I nodded in confirmation.
We were still sat on the bus, making our way to our motel for the night.
"Andy wants to say good night before he goes to bed. That okay? He refused to go to his friend's house when he found out you weren't coming home tonight". I closed the journal that sat in my lap and stuffed it into my bag.
"Yeah, that's fine. Put him on the phone, I'll call you tomorrow," I told Lily.
"Okay, talk to you tomorrow." A few moments later Andy's sleepy voice came through the phone.
"Charlie?"
"Hey buddy, why aren't you in bed? And I thought you were going to stay at matty's house tonight?" I asked as I lent my head to rest on the bus window.
"You didn't come home," he mumbled grumpily, I frowned slightly before answering.
"I know, I'm sorry. Something came up. But I'll be home tomorrow. And now you've missed out a night with your friends."
"You're not here." It always upset me when Andy was like this. I let out a deep sigh.
"I'm sorry Hun, look how about when I get home tomorrow me, you and lily have a batman marathon?"
Lydia turned around to look at me with an amused smirk on her face. I just rolled my eyes and stuck out my tongue.
"Promise?" he asked moodily
"I promise", I chuckled.
"With popcorn and sweets?" he asked cheekily.
"Yes with popcorn and sweets, as long as you go to sleep."
"Okay. I promise. Love you." He whispered sleepily.
"Love you too bud." Once he hung up I put my phone back into my bag.
"Sugar makes him crazy." Lydia commented.
"I upset him, so a small pack of jelly beans won't hurt." Lydia smirked.
"It's you who has to deal with his sugar high."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." I muttered.
"Was that your brother?" I turned around at the sound of Scott's voice.
"Yeah, you heard him?" I asked him confused for a moment before he pointed to his right ear and grinned cheekily.
"Oh, yeah, right, forgot." I mumbled slightly embarrassed.
"He's cute." I smiled at Scott.
"He's Andy." I said shrugging my shoulders.
"He still shy?" Allison asked smiling, most likely remembering their first meeting.
"Oh you have no idea. He was meant to stay at his friends tonight but wouldn't go when he realised I couldn't take him. I'm worried about him,"
"He'll grow out of it." Allison said encouragingly.
The bus slowly began to come to a stop, and kids began filing off the bus. Picking up my bag and jacket I began to follow Lydia and Stiles off the bus.
"I didn't," I mumbled slightly. As I walked to the front of the bus I felt a warm hand between my shoulder blades and hot breathe against my ear.
"Don't worry, he'll be fine. I'm sure of it." Scott whispered. I turned to look over my shoulders and smiled at him.
Once we were all off the bus we took in our surroundings. We were stud in front of an old, run down motel. The sign 'The Glen Capri' was hung to my right, squeaking as it swung front side to side.
Uneasiness and discomfort filled me. Maybe I should have taken Lily up on her offer.
"Charming." I said dryly.
"I've seen worse." Scott said, trying to lighten the mood. Nice try.
"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles said sarcastically.
Before Scott could answer Coach grabbed everybody's attention?
"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. Choose groups wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves! "
We began to make our way towards to the rooms, grabbing a key from coach as we passed. Allison and I stopped when we realised Lydia wasn't moving.
"Lydia?" I asked, before glancing at Allison in confusion, she just shrugged, waiting for Lydia to answer.
"I don't like this place." Lydia said quietly. I walked over to her and gently linked our arms.
"Me either," I said. Something felt off, it felt unnatural here.
"I don't think the people who own this place like this place. It's just for a night." Allison said before walking towards our room.
"A lot can happen in one night." Lydia said quietly.
"Lydia…I don't like this." I said in a hushed whisper. Lydia didn't answer, just grimly began to walk towards 'The Glen Capri'.
-X-
"Two beds. Great." Lydia grumbled looking around the motels room. I put my bag onto the chair by the window.
"I'll sleep in the chair Lydia. It's fine." I told her, while looking around the room. It's not like I would be able to get much sleep in this place any way.
"hmm." was her response, obviously not appeased by my suggestion.
"I think I'll take a shower, I feel gross from being stuck on that bus all day." Allison said, putting her coat and bag on the bed by the window before grabbing a towel from the top of the dresser. But when she picked one up she scrunched up her noise.
"They smell like smoke," she glanced at the no smoking sign that was also atop of the dresser placed to the right of the towels. I took the key from the side and volunteered to go collect more towels.
"I'll come with you" Lydia said picking up the smelly towels.
-X-
"Can I ask you something?" Lydia said once we got outside and began walking down the stairs, towards reception. I gave Lydia a nod and took some towels from her to help carry them.
"You like Scott, don't you?" I felt my throat closing up. I didn't know how to answer her. I didn't know what she wanted to hear, Allison was her friend too. Plus I wasn't too sure how I felt myself.
"Is that a question or a statement?" I stalled.
"Don't avoid it. You know it was a question. I'm your friend, you're supposed to tell me when you like a boy." We were out side of the reception and Lydia was stood in front of the door. We weren't going in until I answered her, she made that perfectly clear.
"I don't – I don't know okay. And Lydia, Allison is my friend and even if I liked Scott, it wouldn't be an option." I moved around her and pushed the door to the reception open ending the conversation as quickly as possible.
"Hello?" I couldn't see anyone at the counter as we walked up. When we made it to the desk Lydia spoke.
"Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine." We both jumped slightly when a women looked up from her desk. She was a rather large elderly lady with deep grey hair and a tube attached to her throat to help her breathe.
"Sorry about that, sweetheart." Her voice was ruff and deep as if she had been a heavy smoker. Lydia didn't say anything, she was looking behind the women at the numbers that were hung on the wall.
'198'
"What's that? That number?" Lydia asked curiously, when the women came back with our new towels. The women looked behind her looking at the number, a smirk spread across her lips as she spoke.
"It's a kind of inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up." I looked at the women in confusion.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"It's a little bit morbid, to be honest. You sure you want to know?" she asked, still smirking, as if she was finding our reactions funny.
"Tell us," Lydia snapped.
"We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction."
"Obviously," Lydia muttered, I nudged her in the side with my elbow and looked at her trying to tell her with my eyes to be quiet.
"But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides."
"198?" Lydia asked in shock.
"And counting." The receptionist said.
I grabbed the towels that we placed in front of us and quickly thanked her before taking hold of Lydia's arm and making her walk out of the reception with me.
"That's disgusting" I muttered to Lydia as we walked quickly towards our motel room.
"There is something really wrong with this place." Lydia said as we walked through the door to our room.
"Why? What's happened?" Allison called out from the bathroom.
Lydia and I told Allison about the women at the desk and the number on the wall.
"198?" Asked Allison once we had finished re-telling our encounter.
"Yes, and we're talking 40 years. On average, that's... 4.95 a year, which is... actually expected. But who commemorates that with a framed number? Who does that? Who?" Ranted Lydia hysterically
"All suicides?"
"Yes." Lydia continued. "Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun- in-the-mouth suicides. I don't know about you, but me, I..." Lydia stopped mid-sentence.
"Did you hear that?" Lydia muttered.
"Hear what?" I asked her softly trying to keep calm and not become spooked.
"Lydia?" Allison spoke next.
"Oh, my God, oh, my God." She started to mutter, a look of horror was painted on her face.
"Lydia? Lydia what's wrong?" I look hold of her hand trying to get her to focus on me.
"Oh, my God." She wasn't answering us and continued to mutter over and over.
"What is it, Lydia? What happened?" Allison said coming to stand closer to us.
"Did you hear that?" Lydia asked, looking between Allison and me. I shook my head, unsure of what she had heard and what she was talking about.
"Hear what?" Allison asked, her voice shook a little as she spoke.
"The two people in the other room... they shot each other." Lydia told us.
"What?!" I exclaimed. I hadn't heard a gunshot but Lydia seemed adamant about it. She had climbed up onto her bed and leaned to talk through the air vent that was on the wall above the bed.
"Lydia." Allison tried to get Lydia's attention so she would explain some more.
"Hello?" Lydia called out softly into the air vent, she received no response. She climbed down off the bed and made her way out of our room and towards the room next door. The door was slightly ajar and Lydia slowly pushed it open.
"Lydia, what are you doing?" Allison asked, she was worried and I couldn't blame her.
"Lydia, talk to us, please." I said as we followed her into the room.
"Hello? It had to be right here. It was a guy and a girl, and, I mean, they sounded younger, but... they were here." The room was empty apart from the paint pots, clear plastic sheets, and a hand saw. The room was being refurbished, there was no one in here but us.
"I believe you. After everything we've been through, I believe you." Allison comforted Lydia.
I took Lydia's hand once more and guided her back to our room. Lydia and I sat down on our bed and Lydia began to talk.
"You know, there is something seriously wrong with this place, we need to leave."
"But they were suicides, not murders, and it's not like this place is haunted, right?" Allison asked, fear seeped into her words.
"Maybe it is. You know, I bet that couple made their suicide pact in that very room. Maybe that's why they're renovating. Maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood panelling." Lydia said, starting to become hysterical once more.
"Maybe we should find out." Allison suggested.
I really didn't like where this was going.
-X-
"Didn't you say the sign said 198?" Allison said as we arrived at reception. My heart began to beat a little bit faster. On the wall was the number 200.
"Lydia…" I said turning to face her, my panicked expression mirrored hers.
"It was 198. I swear to God it was 198." She said to Allison.
"Okay, what does that mean, that there's been three more suicides?" Allison asked.
"Or three more are about to happen." I muttered.
We walked back to our room, all three of us trying to understand what was happening. When we made it to our room I sat on Lydia's bed and then flopped backwards, facing the ceiling. I had been feeling a little off. Feeling dizzy and light headed, and finding it harder to concentrate.
"Something's not right about this place," Allison said pacing back and forth in front of the window. "I think whatever is going on has affected Scott."
"What do you mean?" Lydia asked from her spot next to me on the bed, while I changed position, leaning up on my elbows to look over at Allison, trying to force myself to focus.
"Earlier, when you two went to get towels Scott came in while I saw showering. He was acting strange."
I began to feel uncomfortable thinking about Scott being in the bathroom while Allison was showering. I tried to act unaffected and kept a straight face and waited for Allison to answer, however, Stiles chose that moment to come barging in claiming there was something wrong with Scott. Allison told Stiles what she told us.
"Last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon." Allison said. Stiles gave a nod before speaking.
"Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me too, but actually, it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine."
"See, it is the motel." Lydia exclaimed. "Either we need to get out of here right now, or... someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP, before the werewolves go crazy and kill us."
"Okay, just hold on, all right?" Stiles said, trying to calm Lydia down a little, "What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"
"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison questioned.
"What if this time it's three werewolves?" Stiles pointed out.
"Scott, Isaac, and Boyd." I said
"Maybe we were meant to come here." Stiles wondered out loud.
"Exactly! So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?" Lydia said.
"Wait, hang on. Let me see this." Stiles walked over the bed side table, something had grabbed his attention. Picking up the bible from the table, he opened it and out fell some newspaper clippings.
"What is that?" Allison asked. She walked over to us, and I stood up to make some room as Stiles spread the clippings out across the bed.
"28year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri." Stiles read from the piece of paper in his hand.
"Oh, no. Look at these two." I stood closer to Lydia to read over her shoulder,
"They both mention the room 217. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room," She said.
"So if every room has a Bible..." Allison began,
"There could be articles in all the rooms." Lydia finished.
"Christ! That's morbid." I muttered, rather disgusted at the idea.
"That's a beautiful thing. Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred." Stiles spat out sarcastically.
"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Lydia asked.
We made our way to the room next door. The door was shut when we got there, I tried to open it but found it locked.
"That was not locked before." I said to Allison and Lydia in confusion,
"Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac, and Boyd out of here," Allison responded in panic. Suddenly a loud high pitched whirring sound came from behind the closed door.
"I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia asked panicked.
"It sounds like someone turned the handsaw on," Allison said, her panic seemed to match Lydia's.
"Handsaw?" Stiles popped up between Allison and Lydia before making his way passed me and began pushing against the door until it finally gave way.
"Hey, no, Ethan, don't!" I heard Stiles cry as he lept at Ethan, who was about to force the saw into his stomach, stiles started struggling to take the saw out of Ethan's hands.
After Stiles almost being sliced to pieces and Ethan being pushed into a burning heater he snapped out of it.
"Aah! What just happened?" Ethan said, dropping the saw onto the floor. He looked at us all one by one before he fled from the room.
"Ethan!" Stiles called after him, and followed him with Allison, Lydia and I hot on his tail.
By the time we court up to him Stiles was trying to find out what had affected Ethan like that.
"Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't know how I got there or what I was doing." Ethan answered sounded irritated.
"Okay, you could be a little bit more helpful, you know? We did just save your life." Stiles grumbled as we followed Ethan down the steps and towards his room.
"And you probably shouldn't have," Ethan said, slamming the door in our faces.
"What now?" Lydia huffed.
"Charlie and I will find Scott. You guys grab Isaac and Boyd. The best thing we can do is get them out of this place."
Allison and I turned back towards the rooms and Lydia and Stiles continued on towards the bus.
"We should check his room, he may have made his way back there," Allison said, I nodded in agreement.
A cool breeze caused a shiver to run through me, it only just occurred to me that I had left my jacket in our motel room.
"I will catch up with you, I'm just going to grab my jacket. Call me if you fins Scott before then."
"Will do." She responded, then she went one way while I went the other. As I walked to the motel room I began to feel dizzy again and my vision became slightly blurred. I leant against the wall to my left, trying to push away the fogginess.
I realised I hadn't eaten or drank much all day, and I would have to grab something from a vending machine once I had court back up to Allison.
Pushing myself from against the wall I opened the door to the motel room I shared with Lydia and Allison. There was no lights on and it had begun to grow darker outside the only light provided was that of the Motel sign outside the window shining through and casting a red ting up on the room.
I walked over to the dresser and picked up my jacket. Once again I had to brace myself as a wave of dizziness washed over me. After breathing deeply and the dizziness passed I turned around to head back out to find Allison and almost jumped out of my skin.
I realised I was no longer in the motel room, but instead I was in a hospital room. In the bed in the centre of the room lay my mother, wires and tubs connecting her to machines and an I.V.
"Charlotte…" My breathe court in my throat, I couldn't speak, I couldn't move.
"This isn't – your not – "I couldn't get the words out, this was impossible, she couldn't be here, this couldn't be real.
"Come here sweet girl," She crocked.
"Mum" I whispered, tears filled my eyes and clogged my throat.
She smiled softly and I walked over to the bed stood next to her after a moment of hesitation.
"We have so much to talk about, so much to catch up on," she said with a soft smile on her face. A tear slipped down my cheek, which she brushed away with the back of her hand.
"I've missed you so much. I wish you could have gotten to know Andy he's incredible, and I found your journals and I'm making my way through them. Deaton is going to teach me everything there is to know, and I am going to make you proud I promise and-"I stopped talking when I realised that she was no longer smiling, but a rather twisted look covered her face. She was smiling cruelly, it was a look I had never seen on my mother's face before and it began to frighten me.
"Such a silly little girl. So eager to please a women who isn't here. She must be so disappointed in you." The voice that came from the women was not my mothers, and she spoke in a way my mother would never have been capable of. I stood up and backed away from her, but she just followed my movements, pulling the I.V out of her arm, and disconnecting herself from the machines.
"So sad and pitiful you are," a small giggle echoed in the quiet hospital room, I moved towards the door slowly. My chest tightened, this wasn't my mother.
"So desperate, so naïve. You think you're doing a good job raising your brother? How can you raise a child when you are still one yourself? And how you could possibly believe that you can follow in her footsteps, how could you think that you can become a great healer, a great emissary like your mother and grandmother?"
Another giggle filled the room, and soon it began to turn into mocking laughter.
"You are nothing but a child, so insecure, so inexperienced and blinded to what the world is truly like." She stood in front of me, so close I could feel her breath against my face. She slowly raised her hand to my face and brushed the back of her fingers down the side of my face.
"Your ignorance is going to get them killed." Her hand brushed against my other side of my face, and she smirked.
"It's going to get you killed my dear."
"Stop it-"I snapped and tried to slap her hand away and pushed passed her.
"You're weak." She kept speaking as she followed me.
"You're too slow, you aren't driven, you're not even a quarter of the way through the journals, and Deaton has hardly begun your training. You will never be ready for what is to come."
"I'll be ready, I will do better, I will protect them. I –"I tried to defend myself, even as I felt myself begin to panic. The room around me felt smaller, and the air grew thinner.
"You can't protect yourself so how will you protect your friends? Your pack? Andy? Lily?" The women who had the face of my mother snapped.
"Stop it," I mumbled, I felt defenceless against her verbal attack, I placed my hands over my ears trying to block her words and turned my back to her.
"Stop it... stop it… please…" I whispered.
Suddenly my body was forcefully turned around and moved sideways, a burning heat scorched the right side of my body. I yelped in pain.
Blinking hazily a fog seemed to lift, and I found Lydia and Stiles stood in front of me concerned and confused expressions on their faces.
"This shouldn't have affected you like that, not like the others." Stiles said confused.
Lydia just continued to look at my face, waiting for me to say something. I just shook my head, and tried to regulate my breathing.
"The others? Have you guys found Scott yet?" I asked trying to move past what just happened.
"We dealt with Boyd and Isaac, but we haven't found Scott yet." Lydia said before taking my arm and we began to exit the room. I made sure I had my bag and Jacket before I left, I was positive I wouldn't be coming back.
We met Allison as we walked out of the motel room and down the steps.
"I can't find Scott anywhere," Allison said as she walked over to us.
"It's happening to him too, isn't it?" Stiles questioned. Lydia nodded.
"It has to be." She said before turning to stiles, "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?"
"Yeah. I'll get it." Stiles said as we made our way towards the bus. But something grabbed my attention.
"Guys… is that-"by the bus was Scott, holding a lit flare. We quickly made our way over to him.
As we got closer I noticed something, Scott was covered from head to toe in something incredibly flammable.
"Scott... Scott." I said softly and came to stand in front of him, the others joined me.
"There's no hope." Scott said, tears filling his eyes. I felt my chest tighten at the sound of his voice, so strained, and full of pain.
"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." Allison said weakly, trying to talk him out of what was happening.
"Not for me. Not for Derek." Scott said looking at Allison.
"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault." Allison said desperately.
"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed." Scott said his and which was holding the flare began to lower slowly.
"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now..." Stiles said taking a step forward.
"What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were... we were... we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all." Tears were pouring down my face at this point.
I hated this, whoever, or whatever was causing this, I hated it.
"Scott that's not true, you're not no one." I said softly, he turned to look at me but said nothing. Stiles tried next.
"Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're... Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother," Stiles placed one foot and then the other into the pool of liquid and joined Scott, "All right, so... so if you're gonna do this, then... I think you're just gonna have to take me with you. All right?" Stiles lifted his hand to join Scott's and slowly pried the flare out of his fingers.
We all seemed to hold our breath as Stiles threw the flare as far away from them as he could, and watched as Scott seemed to come back to himself.
I let out a relieved breathe as Stiles and Scott hugged each other, Scott's eye's met my own over Stiles shoulder, and I smiled at him softly with tears still in my eyes. He smiled back weakly, when I suddenly heard Lydia cry out.
"No!" Lydia lept at Scott and Stiles pushing them both to the ground, the flare had rolled back towards the boys and a fire lit and spread quickly, Allison and I jumped back and away from the fire.
We ducked low and as far away as we could until the flames seemed to die down and finally go out after Stiles used a fire extinguisher.
"There is no way in hell I am sleeping in there tonight," Stiles said.
"The bus it is then." I muttered.
-X-
I let out a sigh as I rested my head against the bus window, sleep didn't come as easily to me as it did to the others. Thoughts of what happened during the day filled my mind, from a wounded Scott to the possessed werewolves and my hallucination of my mother.
A tear slid down my cheek without my permission, I had cried far too much today and I needed to get it together.
"Hey…" I looked up to find Scott taking a seat next to me, he smiled softy and I quickly wiped at my face to make sure there were no more tears.
"Hi," I muttered.
"Ruff day huh?" Scott spoke quietly trying to make sure he didn't wake the others.
I let out a dry laugh.
"Yeah. Ruff day."
Scott let out a deep breath and rested his arm behind me on the back of the seat before he spoke again.
"Want to talk about it?"
"I don't- I have no clue how to deal with all of this yet. I'm not like the rest of you Scott. I don't have fangs, claws, and super strength like you, or a wicked smart brain like Lydia and Stiles, or kick ass moves like Allison. I just- I'm not like the rest of you." I'm weak.
"That's not true, and you know it." He said a bit too loudly. He quickly glanced at the others before he continued quietly, his eyes never leaving mine as he spoke.
"You're just as smart as the others, and you are so brave, I mean you stitched me up like a pro at the rest stop, with no previous experience. Your gonna learn from Deaton and carry out your family's legacy in healing one way or another." His arm wrapped around my shoulder and squeezed me closer to him.
"Whether it's by being a healer and emissary for the supernatural or a doctor in a hospital, you're gonna be something. So don't think for a second you're not important to us okay? " Scott finished passionately.
Heat rose to my cheeks once again, it seemed to be a regular occurrence around Scott lately, I looked out of the bus window, unable to meet his eyes.
"You're- you're something else, do you know that? You always seem to know what to say to make things seem better." I whispered softly, but even after all he said I still couldn't shake off this sickening feeling.
I felt soft warm fingers take hold of my chin, Scott made me face him as he spoke, just as softly as before.
"That's not the only thing that's bothering you, is it?"
"I think there's something wrong with me." Scott didn't say anything, he just waiting for me to continue.
"Whatever affected you and the others- I think it messed with my mind too." I took a deep breathe before I told Scott what happened in the motel room.
"I saw my mum Scott. I wasn't here at the motel any more I was in the hospital back in England, with my mum on the day she died. But she wasn't dead, she was awake and healthy, but she said things to me. Things that I know my mother would never say, but I don't know. It was just so-"
"Real," Scott finished for me, "it felt real." I nodded and a traitorous tear escaped.
Scott's hand that wasn't resting on my shoulder came up to rest up on my cheek and his thumb wiped away the tear. My breathing hitched, and then almost stopped.
"But it wasn't real. That wasn't your mom and whatever was said, wasn't real." He pushed a loose strand of hair out of my face.
Neither of us spoke after that, Scott just pulled me closer so I could rest my head against his chest, and slowly but surely we both drifted off to sleep.
-X-
"I don't want to know. I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement, the meets cancelled, so we're heading home."
I jerked awake at the sound of coach's voice. Scott's arm was still wrapped around me from the previous night and he chuckled nervously when he noticed.
"Thanks- for the- er, talk last night, I really needed it," I muttered softly as we stood up and walked over to take a seat closer to the others, because kids had begun pilling onto the bus.
"Anytime" he smiled gently, and guided me with a hand on my back towards a seat close to Stiles and Lydia. I sat in front of Lydia who said nothing but raised a questioning eye brow, I gave her a look which told her I would talk with her later.
"I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life." Ethan said to Scott as he walked over to us.
"Actually, I saved your life, but not that it matters that much. It's just... it's minor detail." Stiles interrupted. Ethan just gave stills a look, which made Stiles shrink into his seat a little.
"So I'm gonna give you something." He said turning back to look at Scott. "We're pretty sure Derek's still alive. But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack..."
"And kills his own." Scott snapped angrily
"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him. That's the way it works."
Brilliant, I thought sarcastically.
"You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just F.Y.I. …" Stiles said as Ethan walked towards the back of the bus to sit with Danny.
"Hey, Ethan, I wanted to..." Coach called out.
"Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" Lydia said but she had already snatched his whistle away before she had even finished the question. She put the whistle to her lips and placed her hand around it and blew. She moved her hand away and showed us her palm.
An odd substance had come out of the whistle.
"What's that?" I asked
"I'm gonna need that back." Coach called back to us over his shoulder.
"Wolfsbane." Lydia stated.
"So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd... "Stiles trailed off.
"And Ethan." Lydia said
"We all inhaled it. " Scott said from besides me.
"You were all poisoned by it." Allison confirmed what we were all thinking.
"So that's how the Darach got in their heads. That's how he did it." Stiles said, then suddenly snatched the whistle from Lydia and stuffed it out the window as the bus began to drive away from the 'Glen Capri'
"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stilinski!" Coach cried in outrage.
Lydia turned to look at me before speaking softly so the others couldn't hear,
"But if it was Wolfsbane affecting them why was it affecting you? You were never anywhere near coach's whistle."
"No idea. But I'm gonna find out." I muttered.
One way or another I was going to find the answers I was looking for, whatever the cost.
