Disclamer: I don't own TW...I only own my OC: Zarina. Moving on.


Once Stiles parked in the back of the warehouse, we got out of the car. The blaring music from inside vibrated the ground and I could instantly feel a headache coming along.

"You okay?" Scott asked Stiles. I knew he'd figure something was up. It wasn't difficult to tell.

Stiles opened the trunk and began fishing around for our things. "Yeah, why?" he pulled the mountain ash out of the car.

I didn't know how, but Scott had met with Derek and Isaac in Deaton's office a few days previous and they had discussed a plan.

"You just didn't say anything the whole way here," Scott prodded.

"No, I'm fine," Stiles assured, though I'm positive Scott didn't believe him. If I didn't know what was wrong, I wouldn't have believed him either. "Just grab the other bag," he instructed.

"I can't, remember? Deaton said you have to do it alone," Scott reminded. Cold air blew and I shivered, rubbing my bare arms up and down.

"Okay, this plan is starting to suck," Stiles complained, but Scott wasn't paying attention.

"No," he muttered. "Not here! Not now!" He angrily stalked over in the direction he was looking and Stiles and I were left alone.

"What?" Stiles called after our friend. "Scott! What am I supposed to-plan officially sucks!" He turned to me and I shrugged, clueless.

I briskly walked over to Stiles and kissed his cheek before walking away. "Just stay here! Stick to the plan, I'll find Scott. Okay?" I called over my shoulder. His face was red and he was mumbling something to himself with wide eyes. I rolled my eyes and walked into the warehouse.


It was just like my vision. Lights flashed to and fro, the bright colors effectively making my headache worse. The loud dance music pounded in my eardrums and I felt like my brain was rattling inside my head.

I saw Isaac from across the room and I felt my cheeks redden as we looked at each other. He grinned at me and gave me a wink. I waved back dumbly and bit my lip, remembering that I had to find Scott.

"My father and Gerard are coming here!" Allison informed Scott. I walked up to them, standing next to Scott.

"What?" I asked her, incredulous. "You're kidding, right?" Allison glanced at me and turned back to Scott as he ranted.

"Why? What did you tell them?" he growled. "Allison!"

"I had to tell them!" Allison said desperately.

"Oh my god, they know it's Jackson!" Scott accused. I felt white-hot anger erupt in me.

"They're going to kill him!" I added.

"No, they said it was just going to be a trap," she defended her family.

"And you really believe them? What do you think they'll do with Jackson when they catch him, huh?" I asked her, voice cold. "No, Allison. They're going to kill him and they won't let anyone, much less us, stop them."

"People are dying Scott! What am I supposed to do?" she turned to her boyfriend in hopes of a better reaction than mine.

"You're supposed to trust me!" he spat, obviously exasperated.

"I do trust you! More than anyone!" she was on the verge of tears by now and I sighed, unable to believe my ears.

"We-we've had a plan!" Scott gestured to the two of us and I rubbed his shoulder, trying to get him to calm down.

"So do they!" Allison told us.

"This isn't going to work," he was hysterical and I shook him.

"You cannot freak out right now," I scolded him. "We'll stick to the plan, just please calm down. We don't have time for this." He nodded at me.

"What do you want me to do?" Allison asked, trying to fix the mess she created. "Okay, I-I can fix it! Please, Scott. Just tell me what to do!" I felt guilty for being so cold to her, but there wasn't time, so I pushed past her.

"Just stay out of the way!" he told her harshly as he followed me.

"Scott!" Allison pleaded.

"Just stay out of the way!" he repeated, louder.

Scott caught up to me and I grabbed his hand so the crowd wouldn't separate us. We found Isaac and I grabbed his wrist in my other hand, pulling them both behind a pillar.

"What's up?" he looked at us and leaned against it.

I let go of the two boys and sighed, running a hand through my hair.

"We need you to help us with Jackson," Scott said quietly.

"Why me?" Isaac looked confused as he stared at my friend.

"Because I've got to make sure the Argents don't ruin the plan and I can't let Zarina get hurt," he explained.

Isaac nodded and we looked at each other. I must've looked worried because he smiled at me reassuringly. It was a secret promise to keep me safe, and I was sure that he would.

"Okay, look, you've got to do it intravenously. That means in the vein. You find him and you pull back on this plunger here," Scott guided, pulling out the syringe.

"The neck will be the easiest place. No clothing to get in your way," I added and they both nodded at me.

"So you find a vein, jam it in there and pull back on the trigger," Scott said, handing him the needle. "Be careful.

Isaac chuckled, "I doubt it'll even slightly hurt him." He turned the syringe in his hand.

"I meant you," he said. "I don't want you getting hurt. Either of you." Scott looked at the two of us and I gave him a smile, while Isaac looked plain shocked. Based on his face, no one had ever cared about him this much. The feeling was new to him, I realized.

Scott was eyeing the exit suspiciously and I nudged him towards it. I knew that he was freaking out because Argent was coming and frankly, so was I.

"Go. I have Isaac here," I told him. "He'll keep me safe." Scott nodded and ran off towards the door.

I turned back to Isaac, who was still looking at the syringe in his open hand. I closed his hand around the bottle with mine and he looked down at me.

"Are you sure you can do this?" I asked quietly. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"Will you just trust me?" he said. "If it makes you feel better, I'll promise to be extra safe. Just for you."

I looked up at him through my eyelashes and smiled. "You better keep that promise, Lahey," I warned. "I'm watching you."

"Who's the stalker now?" he chuckled and I pulled him into a hug.

His arms snaked around me and he held me tighter. We stood there in each other's arms for a few moments, relishing in the safety of each other. I was genuinely worried for him. Werewolf or not, the kanima was stronger than him and I couldn't handle him getting hurt.

With one last squeeze, we pulled away and I pecked him in the corner of his mouth before unwrapping my arms around him. He only held me tighter when I tried to walk away.

"You missed," he teased, pouting like a child. I laughed and patted his chest.

"Keep your promise, and I might just make up for it later," I replied cheekily, pulling myself out of his arms and walking into the crowd of dancing people.


I moved my eyes back and forth, in search of Jackson. The few minutes I spent searching for him felt like hours in the hot, stuffy warehouse, but I pushed through. If it saved a life, the uncomfortable atmosphere was worth it.

I paused when I saw Erica dancing sensually between Isaac and Jackson. I felt my heart drop to my stomach and my breathing hitch as I watched her press herself against Isaac, but I told myself that it was the plan. It had to be done. The jealousy was bubbling in me at alarming rates and I wanted nothing more than to rip her pretty blonde head off her shoulders for even touching Isaac that way, but I held myself back.

When Isaac leaned down to kiss Erica as she danced against Jackson, I had to physically close my eyes and turn my head away from the scene. I couldn't do it. I couldn't watch him with someone else. It was supposed to be me he was with and seeing him with another girl hurt more than I would've admitted. I wanted to cry and scream at him for kissing another girl so soon after kissing me like I meant the world to him, but I decided that I wouldn't be that girl. I wouldn't be weak.

I turned to see if Stiles had come in, but I realized that Isaac and Erica were out of sight. And so was Jackson. My eyes widened as I searched the rave and found the two on the floor, paralyzed. Isaac looked like he was in a great amount of pain and I almost went to help him, but I saw Jackson walking towards people, eyes set on one girl.

No, I thought, my prophecy wouldn't come true. Not this time. I ran over to Jackson and shoved him backwards.

"Jackson, no!" I yelled.

Jackson's eyes narrowed and they turned slightly reptilian as he grabbed me by the neck and shoved me against the wall nearby. I felt his nails dig into my neck, and I felt relieved when I realized that his claws hadn't grown.

"Stay out of my way," he snarled at me in the gravelly voice I'd heard in my vision.

"Please, don't do this Jackson," I coughed harshly as he squeezed tighter.

"You honestly think you and your little group can stop us?" Jackson asked. "You're all too weak. Especially you. Thinking you can predict all this shit and that everything will be okay? You can't even control your own powers, so how do you expect to stop us?"

I felt tears trickle down my face I kicked him in the stomach, trying to get him to release his grip on my neck. I was slowly losing air and black dots danced in my vision. Jackson growled and slapped me across the face, nails cutting my face. My head whipped to the side and I felt the warm blood mix with my tears.

I saw Isaac come up behind Jackson and stab him in the neck with the needle. Jackson let go of my neck as he fell to the ground, unconscious, and Erica went to grab him. I fell to my knees, gasping and coughing for air.

Isaac crouched next to me and rubbed my back whispering comforting words into my ear. I lifted my head and gave him a small smile, but flinched when the action crinkled the cuts on my cheek.

His eyes flashed gold when he saw the blood on my face. I put a hand on his cheek, shaking my head. His features softened when he realized that I was going to be okay and I felt my breathing stabilize again.

Isaac stood up and held out a hand for me. I grabbed it and stood, albeit shakily, and we followed Erica towards a room. Isaac pulled me along behind him as we entered the back room.

He let go of me and helped Erica lug Jackson into a chair. I shut the door quickly so no one would see and I leaned my head against the wall, cheek stinging. The door suddenly opened and we all stiffened.

"Just me! It's just me!" Stiles held his hands out defensively as he walked inside.

"Oh thank god," I breathed out and ran up to him, engulfing him in a hug. Stiles pulled away and noticed the long scratches on my cheek, running a finger along them softly.

"Did Jackson do this?" he asked, sending a glare towards him. I nodded.

"I'm fine," I assured. "Let's just get this over with, yeah?"

I turned and saw that Isaac was looking over at the two of us angrily as he watched our little moment. I felt slightly confused at his expression, but brushed it off. There was a job we had to finish.

"Is he okay?" Stiles walked up to Jackson and the two werewolves.

"Well," Isaac's claws grew and he inched closer to our unconscious hostage, "let's find out."

He brought his hand towards him to grab his shirt, but Jackson caught him by the wrist and twisted it. The crack of bones breaking was clearly audible as Isaac fell to his knee in pain. He groaned and backed away when Jackson let go.

I walked up to Isaac and grabbed his wrist carefully, inspecting it as it healed. I tilted my head in interest. The bones were moving back into place and I could see them through his skin as they shifted. I let it go and it dropped back to his side gently.

"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles said wildly, directing the statement more towards Isaac and Erica.

"I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out," Isaac grunted out, his wrist still in the process of healing.

"We need a stronger dose," I said from beside him, pulling my hair behind my neck.

"Yeah, well apparently this is all we're going to get," Stiles motioned to Jackson's body. "So let's hope that whoever's controlling him decided to show up tonight."

"I'm here." We turned to Jackson. His eyes were open and the voice was gravelly and familiar. "I'm right here with you."

Stiles walked closer to him and knelt in front of the chair. I went to moved closer to my friend, worried, but Isaac caught my arm. I looked back and he shook his head once. I bit my lip and moved back to my position next to him.

"Jackson, is that you?" Stiles asked.

"Us. We're all here," he said, staring straight at Stiles. He gave us a glance from over his shoulder and turned his attention back to Jackson.

"Are you the one killing people?"

"We're the ones killing the murderers," the voice replied.

"So, all the people you've killed so far…" Stiles trailed off.

"Deserved it."

The tension in the room rose and I felt really uncomfortable being so close to Jackson when he was like this.

"So, we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers," Stiles told him.

"Anything can break if enough pressure is applied," the voice responded darkly.

"So, the people you're killing are all murderers?"

"All. Each. Every one," Jackson confirmed.

"Who did they murder?" Stiles' voice shook slightly.

"Me," the voice grew louder, more menacing.

"Wait, what? What do you mean?" Stiles probed, confused.

"They murdered me!" Jackson was yelling at this point, his voice hysterical.

I walked up to Stiles and grabbed his forearm, pulling him away from Jackson as his eyes shifted to the kanima's. Even Erica looked scared.

"Okay, alright. More ketamine! This man needs ketamine, come on!" Stiles commanded anxiously, ripping his arm from my hand. Isaac showed him the empty bottle.

"We don't have anymore," he said worriedly.

"You used the whole bottle?" Stiles closed his eyes and breathed out through his mouth. I tugged on Stiles' shirt as Jackson stood from the chair, half shifted. A loud growl escaped his mouth. "Okay, out. Everybody out! Go, go, go, go!" he yelled quickly.

I pushed Stiles out of the door and grabbed Isaac's hand, pulling him towards me.

"Find something to put in front of the door," I ordered as we leaned against the, now closed, door.

I was squished between Stiles, who had his arm barred over all of us, and Isaac, who was holding my hand in a death grip. My eyes were wide and my breathing came out in short gasps as we stood there quietly.

The kanima then ran through the wall, creating a gaping hole in the bricks.

"Okay," Stiles said slowly, voice several octaves higher than usual. "That plan's out." We all stared at the hole in shock.


"What do we do now?" Stiles broke our surprised silence and dropped his arm as we moved away from the door.

I was about to respond when everything shifted in front of my eyes, creating a new scene in front of me.

"What? What are you doing?" Scott was backing up against the wall trying to get away from someone.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mrs. Argent stepped closer to him. "I'm killing you."

"Scott," I gasped out as I returned to the real world. Erica, Isaac, and Stiles were all standing in front of me, fearful looks on their faces.

"Did you just see something?" Stiles asked.

Isaac and Erica's eyes kept looking into mine, as if they expected them to turn white again. I didn't blame them for being scared.

"Yes," I grit out. "I saw Scott and he's in trouble. We have to find him. Soon."

Stiles nodded and the four of us ran through the crowd, Isaac taking my hand. I was pushed around several times, but Isaac kept me steady as we rushed through the pulsating warehouse.

We barreled through the door and saw Derek and Stiles standing outside. Isaac, Erica, and I tried to walk towards them, but were pushed backwards by an invisible wall. I looked down and noticed the black powder that Stiles had spread around the building.

"Oh my god!" Stiles said excitedly. "It's working! I-this! I did something!" he looked at me excitedly and I sighed.

"That's great, really, it is," I told him, "But where's Scott?"

Derek looked up when a faint growl resounded from nowhere. "Scott," he said. I wondered how he knew it was him, but chose not to ask.

"What?" Stiles turned to the Alpha.

"Scott. Break it!" he demanded, pointing to the powder on the ground.

"What, no way!" Stiles argued, clearly hesitant to ruin his work.

"Scott's dying!"

"Okay, what? How do you know that?" Stiles was skeptical. "Zarina's the Oracle here, shouldn't she be the one warning me about this stuff?"

"Stiles!" I pounded on the clear wall in front of me harshly. "For the love of god, break it! I did warn you about this, remember?"

He quickly got to his knees and broke the line. Derek left as soon as the wall disappeared and Stiles stood.

The four of us stayed there and I rubbed my temples. Whatever I saw that was going on with Scott, it was anything but good.

"What do we do now?" Stiles asked me. I shrugged, helpless. I didn't know what was happening to Scott. I didn't even know if it was in our power to help him at all.

"There's no way we can help now," I replied quietly. "I guess we just have to wait." And so we did.


AN: Double update because why not? Was only going to start this chapter today, but before I knew it I was finished so here it is. Eh, not one of my best but I tried lol. Jealous Zarina is fun to write though.

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