Wow! Thank you for all of the views guys! I really hope you like this. This chapter takes place in episode four. I know it's not the latest one, but it's one of my favorites, so I just decided to start here! Tell me what you think! :D
Isabelle and I leaned closer to the entrance of the boy's locker room, straining our ears to hear what Stiles and Scott were talking about. Isabelle made it official that we were now stalking them to find out everything we needed to know, which, in my opinion was a pretty stupid idea.
"I looked everywhere," Scott mumbled, "It's like he just walked away. Left his car, left his dog..."
"Okay, was he like-could he be a virgin maybe?" Stiles asked, curiously, "Did he look like a virgin, was he-virginal?"
"No," Scott said flatly, "definitely not. Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients, it's a new policy."
I glanced at Isabelle and she snickered quietly. I would have loved to see the look on Stiles face at the moment.
"No, I don't know if he's a virgin-And why are you talking like he's already dead?" Scott said, "He's just missing."
"Missing, and presumed dead because he's probably a virgin, Scott." Stiles began to blabber on, "You know who else is a virgin? ME! I'm a virgin, okay. And you know what that means? My lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life. Okay? I need to have sex. Like right now! Someone needs to have sex with me. Like today! Like someone needs to sex me now!"
I glanced at Isabelle. We were both virgins, but Scott and Stiles never said anything about sacrifices.
"Alright, I'll do it." Another voice said. Danny. I thought, snickering as Stiles gasped.
"What?" Stiles stuttered.
"Come to my place at nine. Plan to stay the night-I like to cuddle." Danny said.
"That was so sweet, are you kidding?" Stiles asked.
"Yes, I'm kidding." I could almost see Danny rolling his eyes.
"Okay, you don't toy with a guy's emotions like that, Danny. It's not attractive." Stiles scolded.
Then the Coach began to yell, something about being fat. I glanced at Isabelle and we both walked off, not really sure what to think about what we heard. Suddenly, half way down the hallway, we both cracked up. All that Danny and Stiles said, and the fact that we were facing weird voo-doo like threats. We leaned over, and I laughed so hard I started to get a cramp in my stomach. I gave Isabelle a small wink as we finally managed to calm down with only a few giggles and snickers.
I went to go run cross-country, which was what Scott was doing. I figured I would get a chance to ask him about what was going on then. Everyone went outside, dressed to run. Coach blew the whistle and we took off. I saw Scott and Isaac sprinting past me, so I tried to put a little speed on it to get a chance to talk to him, but by the time I passed most of the crowd, he and Isaac were gone. And so were the twins. Hadn't Scott said something about them being part of the Alpha pack? I was cut off by a scream. I turned to see people gathering in a circle around a figure tied to the trunk of the tree. A dead person. Suddenly, police were there, telling everyone to back off. I saw Sheriff Stilinski talking to Stiles, and then to Coach.
"NOTHING TO SEE HERE!" Coach yelled. I rolled my eyes, a dead body. Sure coach. He continued, trying to persuade everyone to back off, "Probably just some homeless kid."
"NOOO! Oh god, No!" A blond haired girl ran forward, tears running down her cheek. She was held back by an officer.
Scott, Stiles and Isaac walked away from the crowd, talking to each other nervously. Isaac was a werewolf, I recalled. They were probably talking about some werewolf thing... Without me. I know I wasn't quite part of their group, but I should know about whatever was going on.
I trotted up behind them, hearing Stiles say, "Yeah, you mean like they had no idea what happened?"
"Nah, nah, they knew." Isaac growled.
"He was strangled with a grad. Am I the only one recognizing the lack of were wolf-ittude in these murders?"
"Oh, you think it's a coincidence? They turn up and people start dying?" Isaac demanded.
"Well, no." Stiles retorted, "But I still don't think it's them."
Isaac and Stiles turned to Scott expectantly, waiting to see what he had to say. The stopped walking. Stiles crossed his arms and said, "Scott? Up to you."
"Uh-I don't know yet." He concluded.
"You don't you yet?" Stiles asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well-well, he's got a point." Scott motioned towards Isaac. Stiles threw Isaac a nasty look. Scott went on, "Seriously dude, human sacrifices."
"Scott! Your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, hair literally grows from your cheeks and then will immediately disappear, and if I were to stab you right now, it would just magically heal, but you're telling me you're having trouble grasping human sacrifices." Stiles whined, throwing his hands in the air.
"That's a good point too." Scott said turning to a frustrated Isaac.
"I don't care." Isaac growled, "They killed that kid. They killed the girl that saved me. And I'm going to kill them too."
Isaac turned around, angrily, only to see me, hands on my hips, watching them. He nearly jumped in surprise. Scott and Stiles turned to see me too, and Stiles groaned, doing a face/palm.
"Sacrifices? Seems like you left out some important details." I scolded Scott and Stiles.
"What is she talking about?" Isaac asked nervously.
"Okay, we kind of forgot to mention that along with the Alpha pack there have been... Sacrifices." Scott mumbled.
"What? You're telling her?" Isaac gasped.
"Yeah, I heard. The virgins, right? " I hissed.
Scott and Stiles glanced at me in surprise. Isaac was angrily demanding what I knew and I was giving them all my best evil face.
"Think you owe me a better explanation. Without leaving anything out?" I growled.
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Later that day, during French, Allison fell asleep. I wasn't necessarily friends with her, but I knew she was with Scott and them.
"Allison! Wake up!" I prodded at her, but she just mumbled and turned her head. I pretended to be working as the teacher stalked down the aisle.
"Madam Moiselle, Madam Moiselle Argent?" Ms. Morelle asked.
Allison woke with a start, looking around in confusion. I pressed my forehead against the desk, groaning inwardly. Ms. Morelle said something else in French that I didn't catch. Allison mumbled an apology right as the bell rang. I got up, shuffling away, glancing backwards at Allison, who was sitting with Ms. Morelle.
I glanced back at Allison one more time before running off to my next class. Civics... One of the few classes that I had with Isabelle... And Scott... And Isaac.
Sadly, during class, I was stuck at the far end of the class room, and I couldn't hear the obvious argument going on between Isaac and Scott.
"Mr. Harris, may I use the restroom please?" Isaac asked, out of nowhere. Mr. Harris nodded. As Isaac began to walk towards the door, Scott jumped up too, asking to use the restroom as well.
"One at a time." Mr. Harris said.
"But I really have to go. Like medical emergency have to go." Scott protested.
"Mr. McCall, if your bladder suddenly exploded and urine began to pour from every orphism, I would still respond one at a time."
"Is that enough hyperbole for you, or would you like me to come up with something more... vivid." Mr. Harris demanded.
"No, no, that's pretty good." Scott sat down with a defeated sigh.
Bangs echoed out from the hall, everyone filed out, Mr. Harris first. Isaac stood over one of the twins... The other twins.
It looked like Ethan. I guessed that because Danny was there, crouching down next to him. I glanced at Scott, who looked confused.
"Isaac, what the hell did you do?" Mr. Harris asked.
After Mr. Harris went on about Isaac getting detention, the bell rang and everyone walked away. Isaac and Scott walked off together, and I trotted to follow them.
"Aiden did it... To frame me!" Isaac growled.
"Don't let it bother you, it's just lunchtime detention." Scott said soothingly.
"Yeah, no biggy!" I chatted, trying to be helpful. Both Isaac and Scott turned to glare at me.
"They're just trying to get to you!" Scott said.
"And we can get back at them." I added enthusiastically. We reached Isaac's locker.
"It's not just me." Isaac said in response to Scott. We both followed his gaze to where Aiden was flirting with Lydia. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I knew Scott and Isaac probably could.
"What?" Scott growled.
"Now they're getting to you." Isaac said with a smirk.
Looking between Scott and Isaac I said, "Exactly why we should do the same to them!"
Both of them ignored me, walking off to their next classes, so I just went off to chemistry, feeling a little bummed and a little hopeful. Chemistry was boring, as usual. Half way through class, I left to use the restroom. I didn't really have to go, but I just wanted something to do. As I was walking down the hall way, I heard a banging noise, from down the hall... And yelling. I ran into a small corridor that was deserted. The janitor's closet was shut and blocked by a vending machine. Growling came from inside. I stood, starring at the door.
Suddenly, Scott ran past me, throwing the vending machine to the side and opening the door.
I walked forward, as Scott pushed Isaac out of the janitor's closet, yelling at him. Allison walked out slowly, holding one of her arms.
"It's not his fault." She mumbled.
"I know" Scott answered her.
"I guess now we know they want to do more than just get you angry, they want to get someone hurt." Scott said.
"So are we going to do something?" I asked. Allison, Scott and Isaac looked at me as if noticing me for the first time.
"Yeah," Scott answered me, "We're going to get them angry. Really angry. "
"Yay!" I cheered.
"I have an idea." Allison whispered.
Isaac, Scott and I glanced at her eagerly. Her eyes sparkled mischievously as she told us her plan.
