Chapter 8:

"Alice."

"Alice."

The voice was like a soft whisper. A haze in the background.

"Alice."

As it continued I slowly found myself becoming aware of what was around me.

"Wake up."

Wake? Was I asleep? I'm pretty sure I don't remember falling asleep… nor do I remember any dreams…

"Open your eyes."

I tried to find my body. I just left like my mind was floating.

I immediately regretted it as s searing pain shot through my stomach. I hissed and found my lips.

"Alice." the voice was a little more urgent as they realised was I was conscious.

I moved my finger slightly and felt sheets. I felt a blanket on top of me.

I was in a bed.

I took a deep breath, I was expecting to smell the familiar scents of my room.

I didn't.

It was damp, rotted, and ashen.

"Open your eyes." I had trouble doing so. I'd found the majority of my limbs, I could feel my toes and fingers, the searing pain in my stomach I was trying to ignore, but I couldn't lift my eyelids.

So I listened instead.

There was creaking, and I realised it was cold. I heard the rustle of leaves and the slight creaking of a branch.

I was surrounded by trees… but I was in a bed…

I felt a hand on my shoulder, the contact made me come back to my disoriented body.

"Alice," I took a deep breath and tried to feel my face. I pursed my lips, wrinkled my nose… and stopped.

The smell of blood reached me. And it wasn't mine.

My eyes sprang open. I blinked when I saw the light in the room and my eyes adjusted.

I looked around confused at the spooky house.

And then my eyes set on the owner of the voice.

I had to look at him for ages, just make sure I wasn't seeing things.

"Derek?" my voice was hoarse and cracked. What the hell was he doing here?

Where was here?

I looked around, the roof had holes and was dark and blackened.

I was in Derek's house.

Why?

"What…?" I began. Derek suddenly handed me a glass of water. I looked at him and then to it confused before taking it.

I felt much better as the cool liquid passed over my dry throat.

Derek took the glass and I looked back at him to see his face was clean of any blood or black goo, but the smell was still there.

"Are you alright?" Derek asked in his usual emotionless voice… sort of.

"Other then the fact that my guts are hanging out." I muttered sarcastically. I looked him over, he seemed fine…

"What about you?" I asked

"It'll heal."

"Yeah, so should mine." I said obviously. I looked around the broken room again

"Why are we here?" I asked

"You were in my car." Derek said simply

"And you were dead. You shouldn't have driven it." I said

"I didn't." Derek confessed "Scott drove it here to check if I was here."

"How did I end up staying then?" I wondered confused. Scott wouldn't just leave me here.

"He remembered the part where if you go home your mother'll see you and freak." Derek said "Which wouldn't have been smart when you healed." Derek sat on the bed near my hip. The movement caused me to wince.

"So he left me here?" he asked

"No. He called Stiles and I brought you in here."

"So he knows you're alive?" I asked

"No."

"Did he go into a panic?"

"Yes."

"Why did you do that to him?" I asked with a sigh.

"It's either this or a lot of questions are asked." he shrugged

"Just thinking about yourself aren't you." I rolled my eyes. "Why are you hiding from him?" I wondered

"Cause if they don't know I'm alive, then no one does." Derek said obviously "That why I can heal and not have to worry."

"Yet you came back to your house where the hunters know you live…" I said slowly "Makes perfect sense." I nodded.

I moved my arms to the edge of the blanket and lifted it. My entire stomach was covered in bandages. I looked at Derek.

"Did you strip me?" I asked when I saw I was only in a bra.

"How else was I supposed to dress you cuts. They wont heal for a while cause they're from an alpha." Derek confessed. I raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not a wolf though…"

"But it's the wolf that lets you heal." he reminded me.

That made sense… kind of.

"Good thing I can't move… and I'm not self conscious… or I might break your nose." I muttered. He smirked slightly

"Oh my god, emotion." I pointed.

It vanished.

"And there it goes." I muttered. I sighed and looked around.

"How long was I out by the way?" I wondered

"Three days." I snapped my head to look at him

"What?!" I demanded. I looked back at the cuts. "Isn't that enough time!?" I asked "Oh my god my mother's probably freaking the hell out! And Scott! And Lydia and Allison and Stiles and… Oh My God!" I ran a hand through my hair.

"What about school?"

"School's closed till after tomorrow." Derek said

"I can't believe you didn't tell anyone where I was!" I snapped "Oh they all probably think I've gotten killed or something." I worried

"Well none of that compares to being a fugitive." Derek reminded me.

"I'm sorry, I'm just as dead as you are right now." I snapped "And that was your fault for getting stabbed and disappearing. Scott and Stiles think you're dead anyway." I muttered.

I looked around and then took a deep breath. I removed the blankets and very slowly, hissing in pain as I did, sat up and got off the bed.

"Oh my god." I muttered as I stood. I looked down at the bandages. The blood had obviously stopped as it hadn't seeped through the bandages, so that seemed to be a good thing.

"How long till they go away?" I whined

"Another day or two." Derek admitted. He grabbed my shirt and jacket from a chair and threw them at me.

"Thanks." I said sarcastically.

I tried to pull my shirt on, with difficulty. Derek walked over and helped. I watched him as he lifted it over my head.

Weird, guys don't usually help girls get dressed…

He held the jacket for me and, with just as much pain, I put my arms through the holes.

"Tell me you have my phone." I said with a groan as I patted my pockets.

Derek walked away and I reached up and grabbed it, thankful it wasn't above my neck of a reach, before even looking as Derek threw it at me.

"Oh, yes." I opened it and was not at all surprised it had blown up with calls, or that there was blood on the screen. What did surprise me was that the majority were from Scott and Stiles, all scent from Stiles' phone as Scott obviously didn't have one. My mom had only scent me like two.

Did they give some excuse as to where I was as to not worry everyone?

I went through them, lots of 'where are you's?', Stiles' sarcasm asking if I had gone on holiday or if I could at least text him from the grave.

Worry, worry, worry.

Oh god.

"Thanks for messaging them back." I said sarcastically as I put the phone in my pocket and headed fro the door.

Derek followed me to the front door.

"Alice." I paused at the bottom of the stairs

"Don't tell anyone right?" I guessed. He didn't answer but I took that as a yes. I turned for the door before stopping again.

"Thank you." I told him "For looking after me." I clarified. I opened the door and left the ruined house.

I couldn't run very well so I walked and that took a while. I looked at my phone before deciding I should tell someone.

I rang Stiles' number.

"Alice!" he practically shouted

"Jeez, that's the greeting I get?" I asked

"Where the hell have you been? Are you alright? Did the alpha get you?! Did he take you to his little wolf den?" He asked

"Stiles will you shut up for two seconds and let me explain?" I asked with a sigh. Silence.

"I've been unconscious. My wounds still haven't healed though. They're better but still bad and I'm currently walking home after waking up." I explained

"Unconscious? Where?"

"Beacon Hills Preserve." I said. It wasn't a lie.

"I'm coming to get you." he decided and I heard the door close and the engine start in his jeep.

"Stay where you are." he ordered

"Would you like me to at least make it to the road cause I don't think your Jeep can make it out here." I confessed.

Silence.

"Yeah, yeah do that." he decided. I rolled my eyes and kept walking "But stay on the phone."

"Stiles I'm not going to disappear again." I said

"I don't know that."

"I do."

"How?"

"Psychic." I said simply

"Have you seen anything?" Stiles asked

"Not since I saw Scott snap the key in the lock."

"You… what?"

"Yeah when we were being chased by the alpha."

"Why didn't you tell me that's what you saw?" Stiles asked annoyed

"Because we weren't alone remember. Lydia, Allison and Jackson were there."

Silence.

"Fine. But don't do that again." he ordered. I found the main road after a little more bickering and just walked along it casually. Stiles asked me were I was every five seconds and eventually told me to stop walking. Like I could out walk a car.

The jeep pulled up along side me and I grinned as Stiles jumped out, and pulled me into a hug. He then pulled away worried and looked at me torso.

"I'm stronger then you give me credit for." I muttered. He smiled sheepishly and then ushered me into the car.

"So how come I haven't gotten panicking messages from my mother?" I wondered

"Oh, Scott told her you were staying at a friends house, trying to get some sort of calm normalcy away from her worried glances." Stiles explained

"Nice." I nodded "How's everyone else?" I muttered

"Uh, Lydia and Jackson not sure, Allison, also not sure. Scott, not good."

"Why?" Stiles looked at me and sighed

"Allison broke up with Scott."

"What?" I asked "Why?" She loved him way to much for that.

"Cause he locked them in a classroom with a supposedly mad killer on the loose in the school." Stiles shrugged

"Oh god." I muttered hitting my head on the back of the seat. "Why would they think Scott could do that?" I grumbled

"Well you haven't been around to explain what happened as you were the only one there." Stiles sighed "So no one will believe Scott. Or listen to him. But schools been out so we haven't had much of a chance." he rambled

"By the way we have a test first day back in the morning."

I groaned.

"Of course we do!" I cursed. "Bloody hell."

The rest of the car ride was silent.

Naturally I got back and mom freaked out asking if I was okay, looking me over. I was glad the bandages were all hidden under my clothes.

I told her five times I was okay and apologised for staying away. She said she understood and finally let me go.

Scott wasn't even in my room waiting. I walked into his room to find him sitting on his bed.

I knew from his expression nothing I said would do anything, so, I closed the door and didn't say anything.

I used the rest of the day to study for the test. I was satisfied by the time I went to bed.

I redressed my wounds, still having a heap of bandages from when the alpha bit me, and carefully climbed under the covers. Hopefully it'd be gone in the next day.

I drove, Scott and I, in silence. We reached the school and I just walked straight into the test room. Scott stopped and looked at Allison who was already sitting there. He tried to talk to her, before Harris interrupted and made him sit.

Stiles sat next to me, asking if I was okay again to which I nodded. Scott must have been completely upset, for even he hadn't asked how I was.

"You have 45 minutes to complete the test. Twenty five percent of your grade can be earned right now simply by writing your name on the cover of the blue book." Stiles dropped his pen to the cover immediately and I smirked before I wrote my own name down.

"However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover, and I'll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with." He raised a stop watch and clicked it on. "Begin." he ordered.

I opened my test and was glad when I saw I knew these things. I flicked through the pages, answering the multiple choice questions. D A B C.

I was on about page three when I suddenly heart Scott's heart increase. I looked at him as he shook his head and turned back to the test.

I answered several more questions before I saw Scott suddenly get up and grab his bag, leaving the room.

"Mr. McCall?" Harris called. Scott didn't answer.

I quickly turned back to my paper, answering the questions till I was well over halfway and then got up myself, following my twin and placing the test on Harris' desk as I passed.

"Ms McCall."

Ignored.

I walked out of the room, Scott's backpack was in the middle of the call.

"Alice." Stiles walked out behind me as I picked up the backpack.

"Scott?" Stiles said. I took a deep breath and listened to Scott's footsteps

"What happened?" Stiles asked

"His heart beat sky rocketed, but not the same as when he's angry." I confessed

"Where is he?" I listened as Stiles pulled out his phone and dialled Scott's number.

I heard the ring tone and followed the sound.

"Down stairs." I said. And I led the way to the locker room.

I tried to keep the pain from my face as I ran, ignoring the pull it put on my cuts.

We entered the locker room and Stiles put Scott's bag on his back. Scott's phone sounded as we walked slowly through the room. The water in one of the showers was running and we walked over to it. Stiles hesitating, me just walking to it. Stiles fiddled with the strap and gave me a look. I gave him an encouraging one back. Scott was standing under the water. His hear drenched. Stiles let out a sigh as Scott turned the water off. He turned to us.

"Alice, Stiles, I can't—" he gasped.

"What's happening? Are you changing?" Stiles asked, I could hear his heart racing.

"No. No, I can't breathe." Scott admitted. I walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder as he struggled to stay upwards. He gasped and Stiles pulled the bag off his shoulders. He dug through it and I watched biting my lip, worried.

Stiles pulled out Scott's inhaler.

"Here, use this." he handed it to him. Scott looked at Stiles and didn't move.

"Scott." I encouraged.

"Come on, do it." Stiles ordered Scott took it and breathed it in. He looked down as he took a deep breath and calmed. His heart beat lowered and I took a deep breath.

"I was having an asthma attack?" Scott asked

"No, you were having a panic attack." Stiles admitted "But thinking you were having an asthma attack actually stopped the panic attack. Irony." he sang. I smiled at him.

"How did you know to do that?" Scott wondered

"I used to get them after my mom died." Stiles admitted "Not fun, huh?" Scott took several deep breaths and shook his head

"I looked at her, and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer." Scott explained

"Yeah, it's called heartbreak." Stiles nodded "About 2 billion songs written about it."

"I can't stop thinking about her." Scott sighed

"Well, you could think about this: Her dad's a werewolf hunter, and you're a werewolf, so it was bound to become an issue." I shot Stiles an annoyed look as he grinned slightly.

"Dude." I muttered

"That wasn't helpful." Stiles realised. Scott looked away and Stiles sighed "Dude, I mean, yeah, you got dumped, and it's supposed to suck."

"No, that's not it." Scott shook his head.

"What do you mean?" I asked "You're a teenager who lost his first real girlfriend, who by the way you fell in love with." I reminded him "What more is there?

"It was like I could feel everything in the room, everyone else's emotions." Scott said

"It's got to be the full moon." Stiles shrugged

"That's not the full moon." I shook my head "Emotions each have a different scent, they're given off by pheromones." I explained "That's what it was. You're senses went ballistic from having a panic attack and let all that in." I paused

"Oh god it's a full moon tonight." I muttered looking at Stiles. He gapped at me. "I was unconscious for three days leave me alone." I snapped

"What are you gonna do?" I asked

"We'll lock Scott up in his room later just like we planned. That way the Alpha, who is your boss, can't get to you, either." Stiles explained

"It's not Deaton." I disagreed shortly. Stiles just rolled his eyes

"I think we need to do a lot more than lock me in my room." Scott decided

"What, you mean because if you get out, you'd be caught by hunters?" Stiles asked. I looked up and took a deep breath. Something told me that wasn't the issue.

"No." Scott walked towards Stiles "Because if I get out— I think I might kill someone." he admitted.

"Awesome." I grumbled "I wish I'd never come up with the plan to bring the alpha here. That way I wouldn't be in pain and you wouldn't be acting… not like you. And Allison would still be with you." I listed

"You're blaming yourself?" Stiles asked

"Of course I am." I said simply. I crossed my arms annoyed.

I grabbed a towel and threw it over Scott's head.

"Hold still." I ordered "Last thing you're allowed to do is walk out like this." I began to scrub his head to dry his hair. I rubbed his body down and he looked at me annoyed.

"I don't need mothering." he decided

"Yeah right." I disagreed. Stiles grabbed his clothes and handed them to him before the bell rang.

"Well, you two failed that test and Scott had a panic attack. Great morning."

"You failed the test too." Scott pointed as he pulled his shirt on.

"No I didn't, I answered enough questions to get a pass."

"And if you got those wrong?" Stiles asked

"Unlike you two, I studied and I'm smarter then that."

"You know confidence is a really big downfall." Stiles warned. I shrugged.

"It'll be fine." I assured him. "Now. Come on." I ordered and I left the locker room.

The day basically passed with Scott avoiding Allison, though she did a good job at avoiding him too.

Lydia found me and rambled on a little about how I was related to a psychopath who left us all to die, offering for me to move in with her if I decided. She also asked what happened a little but I didn't tell her much after that we found the body. Then she complained about Jackson being with Allison a little but covered up her insecurities by saying she wasn't worried.

My answer; yeah right. But I didn't say that to her.

Lunch rolled around and before I even had the chance to go into the cafeteria I found Scott sitting outside.

"What are you doing?" I asked with a sigh.

"Nothing." he didn't even look at me as his fists were balled up. He was obviously distracted.

I took a deep breath and sat next to him before I listened, trying to figure out what it was he was so intently listening to.

It didn't take me long after I heard Allison talking to Jackson.

"You don't think I made a mistake, do you?" Allison asked

"No." Jackson scoffed Scott banged his head on the wall behind him "In fact, I think he got—" Scott banged his head again "Exactly what he deserves." Jackson thought. Scott hit his head one more time and the wall cracked behind him.

"Alright. Up. Now." I ordered. I grabbed his tray of food and grabbed his hand before yanking him to his feet.

If this continued much more. I was going to crack it.


"So, your brother going to practice?" I turned to see Lydia appear next to me as I walked through the corridor towards the locker rooms.

"Course." I said a little confused. Wasn't she calling him a psychopath before? "Though I feel it'll be a messy one as he's still hung up over Allison." I sighed.

And there was the full moon and he was acting strange. No not strange. Like an ass.

We walked to the door where Lydia started talking to another friend. The Lacrosse team walked out and I said hi to a few before I noticed my brother walking out.

"Wait, you smelled jealousy?" Stiles asked

"Yeah, it's like the full moon's turned everything up to ten." Scott muttered

"Can you pick up on stuff like, I don't know, desire?" Stiles asked with a sigh. He turned and looked at Lydia and I.

I raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean desire?" Scott wondered, dreading there this was going

"Like sexual desire?" Stiles muttered

"Sexual desire?" Scott repeated

"Yeah, sexual desire. Lust, passion, arousal." he put an accent on it. Scott turned and sigh as he saw us. I waved to him.

"From Lydia?" He ignored me.

"What? No, in a general, broad sense, can you determine sexual desire?" Stiles asked

"From Lydia to you?" Scott said again

"Fine, yes, from Lydia to me." Stiles muttered "Look, I need to know if I have a chance with this girl, okay? I've been obsessing over her since the third freakin' grade." he half complained

"Why don't you just ask her?" Scott asked

"Well, to save myself utterly crushing humiliation. Thank you, Scott." Stiles said obviously

"Scott made co-captain?" I broke out of listening to them and looked at Lydia

"I'm sorry what?" I asked

"Scott and Jackson. They're co-captains." Lydia shrugged. I raised an eyebrow and looked back at my twin and Stiles.

Scott turned around and walked towards Lydia and I

"We—I love you. I love you." Stiles said behind him "You're my best friend in the whole world."

"Hey, Lydia? Can we talk for a second?" Scott asked, interrupting her conversation. Lydia looked at me and I shrugged but then turned an eye to Scott.

"Of course." Lydia allowed. She turned and Scott followed her into one of the offices.

I walked over to Stiles.

"Really?" I asked

"What?" Stiles asked

"Desire? Are you serious? You couldn't think of anything better?" Stiles gapped

"You were listening to us?"

"From you waving your hands around how could I not tune in?" I asked. Stiles didn't have an answer.

"Wait, can you hear what Scott and Lydia are talking about?" he eventually wondered

"If I wanted to yes." I nodded. He looked at me expectantly.

"Really?" I asked with a slight groan. He nodded

"Please for me? I came and picked you up the other day." he reminded me

"And you didn't have to." I added

"Exactly. That's how nice I am." he said waving his hands. I sighed

"Fine." I muttered.

I leaned against the wall and Stiles watched me.

"Is this about the other night? You needed someone to talk to?" Lydia asked

"Just I needed to ask you something." Scott admitted as I heard the door shut.

"Do you, uh— Do you know if Allison still likes me?" Scott asked

"Of course she still likes you." Lydia admitted

"Really?" Scott asked

"She'll always like you." Lydia said softly. I glanced at Stiles who bit his lip. This wasn't the conversation they were supposed to have

"As friends. Lydia added "Just friends." she clarified

"Just friends." Scott muttered

"If you ask me— of course, nobody asks me — she made a big mistake. Ask me how I know that." Lydia ordered.

"How?" Scott muttered. I could basically feel him getting angry. Hear his pulse rise and his voice harden.

My mouth turned into a flat line and my eyes hardened.

"Because I know you locked us in there to protect us. Because I know that when a guy risks his life for you, you should be grateful." Lydia thought.

Coming from the girl calling him a psychopath. What was up with Lydia?

"Are you grateful?" Scott asked, his voice low and hard.

"I think you'd be pretty surprised— at just how grateful— I can be."

I ground my teeth and hit the wall, Stiles jumped and I ignored him as I turned and walked down the hallway.

"What— wait!" Stiles said "What happened?" he called

"Ask your best friend Scott!" I snapped angrily.

I walked through the halls to my locker, grabbing my things.

"Hey," I turned to see Allison walking up to me.

"Hey." I said. I sighed and tried to let some of the anger out.

"Not going to the practice?" she wondered

"Not anymore." I muttered.

"Why?" she seemed to notice my tone. I took a deep breath as I closed my locker and tried to calm myself down.

"It's nothing." I said softly. I turned and gave her a smile.

"How you doing?" I wondered. She sighed and didn't answer.

"Can I ask you something?" she said instead.

"Sure." I knew where this was going.

"Is Scott okay?" she asked.

"Do you want me to be honest?" I wondered. She nodded. "No." I answered. She looked guilty.

"Naturally he's sad and when he woke up this morning he was all set of making it up to you but… through the day he's just gotten…" I took a deep breath to keep my anger from rising "Strange." I went with

"He's always been strange." Allison thought

"Yeah but he hasn't been a dick." I said turning to her. She looked at me surprised, her eyebrows raised.

I shrugged before turning and leaving. I got to my car and, not even bothering to care that Scott didn't have another way home, I left the school.

I drove home and parked the car before I walked up to my room and dumped everything. I turned around and jumped.

My anger vanished and was replaced with surprised.

Derek was sitting in my room.

"Dude, can't you at least announce your presents and stop sneaking around." the anger was back.

"You're the one who didn't notice me." he reminded me

"Not the point. You're the one sneaking into my room." I admitted. I opened my bag and pulled my stuff out, placing them on my desk.

"Hey, woah, woah." Derek said standing up. I looked at him annoyed "What happened?" he asked. "You're basically vibrating with anger."

"Well if I was a werewolf I might have killed someone." I confessed, dumping my bag down.

"Why?" I stopped and crossed my arms looking at him.

"Tell me," I began "Did the full moon ever make you really angry before it even rose?" I wondered "Did it seem to cloud your judgement and make you act like an ass-hat to everyone?! Even those you cared about most?" I said

"What did Scott do?" Derek asked

"He's being an ass-hat!" I said obviously "He's just…" I raged and balled my fists. "God I want to punch him."

"He's…"

"Constantly angry." I finished "And he started sensing emotions off of people which is something he hadn't done. And he hurt Stiles… course Stiles doesn't know he hurt him yet, but that's something Scott would never do and I have no fricken clue what's wrong with him!" I admitted "All because of my bloody idea to bring the alpha to the school."

"It was a stupid plan." Derek said

"Thanks for making me feel better." I snapped sarcastically "Stop by the next time you actually have something nice to say." I hissed.

"Wow, he really pissed you off didn't he." Derek realised

"You think?" I asked.

"Hey Alice," I heard my mother call. Good thing I hadn't started shouting yet. I turned to the door as my mother appeared. I already knew Derek was gone without looking.

"Hmm?" I asked, trying to calm my expression down at least.

"I've got a late shift again." she informed

"Make sure you eat something." I ordered. She smiled and nodded.

"Uh, where's your brother?" she wondered. I opened my mouth as the door opened downstairs.

"Walking in I guess." We left my room and walked to the stairs.

Stiles was the one standing at the door, not Scott.

"Scott?" mum called

"Stiles." Stiles smiled

"Key!" mum noticed as she moved to stand in front of him.

"Yeah. I had one made, so—" Stiles confessed waving it around. I hung my head with a sigh behind my mother.

Why did that not surprise me?

"That doesn't surprise me." Mom agreed and I smiled "It scares me, but it doesn't surprise me." she muttered. I then noticed the bag in Stiles' hand as he grinned. He dropped it and it rattled heavily.

I raised an eyebrow

"What is that?" mom asked. Stiles was staring at it with his mouth open, regretting dropping it.

"Uh, school project." he lied

"Mmm." she nodded

"Stiles and Scott wanted my help on it." I added and mom looked at me. I nodded.

"Stiles, he's okay, right?" mom suddenly asked

"Who? Scott?" Stiles asked. "Yeah. Totally." Stiles faded off at the end as he shrugged.

"He just doesn't talk to me that much anymore, not like he used to." she confessed and I frowned.

"Well, he's had a bit of a rough week." Stiles admitted

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

"Don't worry mom." I smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Yeah, um— Okay, uh— Be careful tonight." Mom warned as she dug her keys out of her bag.

"You, too." Stiles muttered

"Full moon." she admitted. My mouth dropped open and Stiles looked at me shocked

"What?" he demanded

"There's a full moon tonight." she said casually "You should see how the E.R. gets. Brings out all the nut jobs." she smiled. I placed a hand over my heart surprised.

"Oh." Stiles muttered

"Yeah."

"Right." he sighed

"You know, it's, um, actually where they came up with the word "lunatic."" Mum said as she walked past him and out the door, locking it.

Stiles looked at me and I released a sigh.

"Oh god." I muttered. And then I stopped and looked up. The sound of someone climbing the house sounded.

"Come on." I said slowly and Stiles picked up the bag before following me up the stairs.

We entered Scott's room and I wasn't surprised to see him sitting there. Stiles clicked the light on turned around

"Oh, my god!" he jumped when he saw Scott sitting in his chair. "Dude. You scared the hell out of me." Stiles confessed "Your mom said you weren't home yet."

Scott's eyes were dark, his face was plain and it was a look that made a shiver run up your spine.

Stiles walked forwards and placed the bag on the floor in front of Scott.

"I came in through the window." Scott answered

"Okay." Stiles muttered "Uh, well, let's get this set up. I want you to see what I bought." Stiles kneeled down over the bag and moved through the clanking metal. I stood by the door, glaring at my twin with my arms crossed

"I'm fine." Scott decided. Stiles looked up at him. "I'm just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight."

"You sure about that? 'Cause you've got this kind of serial killer look going on in your eyes, and I'm hoping it's the full moon taking effect, 'cause it's really starting to freak me out." Stiles admitted as he looked at him.

"I'm fine. You should go now." There was an edge to Scott's voice. Stiles' mouth was open and he looked at the heater next to him.

"All right, I'll leave." he allowed, he moved his weight from one foot to the other before sighing "Well, look, would you just at least look in the bag and see what I bought? You know, maybe you use it, maybe you don't." Stiles shrugged "Sound good?" Scott leaned forward and stood up before walking over and crouching in front of the bag. He didn't take his eyes off of Stiles till he reached into the bag. He pulled out a handful of a huge chain. Stiles looked at him expectantly

"You think I'm gonna let you put these on and chain me up like a dog?" Scott asked

"Why not. You've been acting like one." I said harshly "And bad dogs deserve to be caged." Scott looked at me, the same look in his eyes "Personally I'd like to chain you up and hang you from a tree."

"You really think I'd let you do that?" Scott asked again as he put the chains down.

"You really think you could stop me from doing so?" I asked back. He looked at me seriously before Stiles sighed.

"Actually, no." he answered Scott's previous questioned. He grabbed Scott's wrist and suddenly clamped a hand cuff on it. He then leaned over and clamped the other cuff to the heater by the window.

"What the hell are you doing?" Scott shouted. He pulled against he hand cuffs and then looked back at Stiles.

"Protecting you from yourself," Stiles sighed "And giving you some payback—" Scott looked up at him "For making out with Lydia."

"So you found out about that?" I asked

"Why didn't you tell me?" Stiles asked as Scott pulled on the chains.

"Because I was too pissed off to repeat it." I said, glaring at Scott. Stiles looked from me to Scott and left the room.

I just glared at him.

"I'm your brother." he began

"You haven't really been acting like it." I shrugged "I mean I go missing for three days and when I come back my brother doesn't even ask where I've been, if I'm alright. Doesn't even seem to remember I was almost cut in half by an alpha." I listed

"Nice brother I have isn't it. Can't even be bothered to ask about my well being." I sighed "And then, he's so closed up and feeling sorry fro himself that I can't even begin to think of how to start in helping him." I confessed "Not that he'd let me at all."

"I brought you some water." Stiles said as he walked back into the room. It was a bottle and he waved it in the air. In his other hand was a dog bowl with 'Scott' written on it in square letters.

I placed a hand over my mouth to snuffle the laugh. Stiles poured the water into the bowl and then placed it on the ground next to Scott.

Stiles and I shared a look before he turned to leave the room. I turned and caught the dog bowl as Scott threw it at Stiles.

"I'm gonna kill you!" he threatened. Stiles stopped as we were sprayed with water.

"You kissed her, Scott, okay? You kissed Lydia." Stiles snapped as he turned around to Scott "That's, like, the one girl that I ev— and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal." Stiles rambled "He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend." Stiles insulted

"And brother." I added.

Scott didn't answer as he slowly looked up.

"She kissed me." he spoke. Stiles' expression dropped.

"What?" he asked

"I didn't kiss her. She kissed me." Scott was smirking.

"You idiot. You kissed her back. You allowed it to happen." I snapped

"She would have done a lot more, too." he ignored me and I balled my fists as Stiles turned and left the room, leaning on the wall and sliding down it to sit. "You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted."

I just stared him down "Anything!" he shouted.

"Stop fricken dreaming." I said simply "You really think anyone's gonna want you when you act like this?" I asked "I'm related to you and I'm contemplating sending you somewhere else." I confessed.

"Will you just hurry up and snap out of it." I half asked. I moved and sat on Scott's bed, bringing my legs up incase he swiped at me. "This isn't you and it's awful." I said strongly. He just looked at me and I sighed.

Scott turned back to the handcuffs and pulled against them. His wrist began to redden and then bruise as he did so. Eventually, he began to bleed under the cuffs. He moved his legs and tried to break the cuffs. He groaned and panted.

"Alice let me out." he half ordered. I sighed, heavily and shrugged

"I don't have the key." I admitted. Scott looked from me and turned to the door.

"Stiles, please let me out." he begged. Stiles was sitting out the front of his room. "It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose." his voice was his own again and his face was softer.

Stiles didn't reply and the hard angry mask was back.

"Please, Stiles, let me out." he said again "It's starting to hurt." no answer "It's not like the first time. It's the full moon." he sighed and shook his head "It's Allison breaking up with me. I know— That it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless." he looked broken. "Just, please, let me out." he asked

"I can't." Stiles finally answered softly.

Scot moved and placed his hand on the edge of the handcuff, pulling on them. And then the clouds moved and the moon began to shine in through the open window.

Scott pushed away, trying to run form the light.

I stood up and moved to close the window. Typically, it was stuck. I grabbed the string for the binds but they were the ones were you needed to move the string to a certain angle to make it work, and pull at the same time.

I couldn't get it.

Scott pulled on the handcuffs and began to shout and whine. He looked up at the moon as it shined in and I tried again to move the window.

Scott raised his head and shouted, his eyes changed and his teeth grew. I leaned against the window pane and bit my lip, grabbing the ledge.

I cringed at his shouts but couldn't look away as his face changed and he moved his hand against the cuffs, the smell of blood increasing as he yanked on the metal. And then, he was fully shifted. He had hair from his cheeks and his ears were pointed. He looked at me.

"Oh shit." I muttered.

Scott looked down at the cuffs and he fiddled with one tied to the heater. It dropped open. He did the same with the other one and then stood up facing me.

I looked at him strongly, my back to his only exit. But I did not expect his action. He suddenly brought his hands towards me and pushed me out the window.

I slid down veranda before tumbling off the edge. My skin pulled at my cuts and I groaned before I managed to get my bearings and landed in a feet, rolling and then coming to a stop. I looked up to see Scott jumped out of the building and then run off.

"Oh god."

"Alice!" Stiles appeared at the window and I moved to see him

"I'm okay." I grabbed my waist as the throbbing had flared back up again.

Stiles disappeared from the window and I heard him running as he moved down the stairs.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he reached me

"Other then my old wounds. Fine." I confessed.

"Now what?" Stiles asked in annoyance. I smirked.

"What?" he asked

"Now," I began and I took a deep breath, ignoring my cuts "Now I get to hit him."

I turned from Stiles and moved to the trees. Stiles didn't bother calling me back as I began to run. The strides pulled at my cuts but I ignored it.

I headed for Derek's house, stopping before I ran straight in to check if the police were around.

I didn't have to go any further, Derek came out to me.

"What happened?" he asked

"He ran." I shrugged

"Where?"

"Where do think? He went to get Allison."

"Where is she?" he interrogated

"I don't know but I do know he's bleeding from his wrist so we should follow it before it heals." I said simply. I didn't wait for another argument, I turned and ran, following my nose.

After a few seconds, I heard Derek following.

We ran through the trees, zig zagging. I kept up with Derek easily and we eventually heard a growl.

It was Scott.

The trees blurred out of vision and I saw Scott on top of a car. Allison and Jackson were inside.

"They're in a car park." I said as the trees reappeared and I moved quickly just as I was about to crash into one. Derek looked at me and looked about to ask me something before he decided against it.

We ran over a road, luckily no cars were around, and towards the sports centre.

Derek and I stopped and looked around at the cars.

"He moved like an animal." Jackson explained

"Well, then how do you know it wasn't an animal?" Allison asked

"Because when it was standing up, it looked like a guy." Jackson said

"Then what was it?" Allison asked.

I followed my ears, Derek following, until I saw a car with it's lights on. Allison and Jackson were in the front seat.

Scott suddenly appeared and jumped onto the roof of the car. Derek ran past me as Scott raised his hand to claw out the roof.

Derek jumped and knocked Scott off and I ran around the back, ducking so I couldn't be seen.

When I saw Derek holding Scott, he was transformed too. Derek threw Scott down a bank and the two had a slight stare off before Derek jumped towards him. Scott rolled out of the way and Derek growled at him.

I moved to watch them from the top of the bank as Scott ran at Derek. Derek grabbed his arm and bent it behind him, holding him.

"Stop! Scott, stop!" Derek ordered. Scott didn't, he continued to struggle and Derek pushed him into a tree.

I skidded along the leaves and down the bank as Scott ran at Derek again. Derek ducked, raised his hands and Scott went flying over him. Derek got back to his feet and Scott rolled onto his hands and feet. Derek looked at him annoyed.

Scott ran at Derek and swung his arms around, it didn't even look like he was trying to land a hit. He spun to far and Derek kicked his back, sending him tumbling.

Scott just got back up again and basically did the same thing again. As he jumped at Derek I spun around and my leg made contact with his stomach, sending him crashing into a tree. He looked up and growled at me. He charged at me and I moved out of his way before I swung my arm and it made contact his his cheekbone. He stumbled to his feet and I heard Derek behind me. I ducked as Derek grabbed him, lifted him up and slammed him into the ground.

Derek growled in his face and released my brother. Scott scooted backwards, still on his backside as Derek stood up. The two stared at one another and Derek gave me a look. He shifted back and looked at Scott who panted. I walked past him crouched down next to my brother and paused.

I swung around and punched him. Derek grabbed my shoulders and hoisted me up.

"Calm down. I'm only doing it once." I promised as I shook his hands off. "I needed that." I admitted.

Scott shook his head and looked around then down at his hands. He panted as Derek watched expectantly.

"What's happening to me?" Scott suddenly asked. I felt relieved that he was himself.

"Exactly what he wants to happen." Derek admitted. I leaned down and offered Scott my hand he looked at it wearily.

"You're not gonna punch me again are you?" he asked. I smirked

"Not tonight." I promised. He took my hand and stumbled as he stood. Derek and I both grabbed an arm to steady him.

"Take him back home." Derek ordered. I nodded and we both lead him back to my house.

Derek supported Scott's weight as I opened the doors and we lead him to his bedroom. Derek released him and Scott sat on his bed. Derek looked like he was going to say something before he turned to leave.

"Wait." Scott said. He stopped and turned around. Scott shook his head and sighed "I can't do this. I can't be this and be with Allison." he said simply "I need you to tell me the truth."

"Is there a cure?" he asked

"For someone who was bitten? I've heard of one." Derek admitted "I don't know if it's true."

"Well, what is it?" Scott demanded

"You have to kill the one that bit you." Derek answered. Scott looked at him

"Kill the Alpha?" he asked doubtfully. Derek nodded and Scott sighed. Derek took a step forwards.

"Scott. If you help me find him, I'll help you kill him." Derek promised.

"It can't be that easy can it?" I wondered with a sigh.

"Well if you try seeing something that would help." Derek shrugged

"Oh now where back to being a dick?" I asked him. He sighed

"How are you cuts?" he asked. I raised my top and, very hesitantly, poked my bandages. It hurt but surprisingly not as much.

"Healing." I nodded happily.

"How are you alive?" Scott asked. Derek and I looked at him

"Alice is alive." Derek pointed

"You were stabbed in the back." Scott said

"I healed." Derek said simply. Scott still looked surprised.

"Look, he's okay, you're okay, I'm gonna be okay. Can we just relish in the fact that every things good for a second before you start asking questions and doubting things." I asked. Scott sighed and nodded.

"Awesome." I nodded "So is Scott gonna stop being a dick now?" I asked Derek

"You can always punch him again if he is." Derek pointed out. I just rolled my eyes. What a typical answer.