Chapter 9:
Deputy Tara Graeme walked through the front entrance to the school. She looked down the dark hall as she reached for her gun, strapped at her hip. She took small slow steps through the hallways, taking deep breaths.
A door sounded and she looked to the side, still walking and her hand on her gun.
Tara descended a set of stairs quietly, looking up and down the hallway before suddenly a heap of kids walked out from behind her.
"What are you guys doing here so late?" she demanded
"Practice for a recital tomorrow." Danny admitted "Why? Something wrong?" Tara didn't answer but Danny noticed her hand on her gun. "There is something wrong, isn't there?"
"Someone made a 911 call. All of you need to leave now. If you see anyone else, tell them the same thing." Tara ordered, Danny nodded and the kids all left the corridor.
Tara turned to her radio on her shoulder, clicking the button.
"Dispatch, this is unit ten. Do you copy?" she asked. Tara removed her finger to be met with static. "Dispatch, do you copy?" she repeated. Still no one spoke.
Tara looked confused before music began to sound through her radio. She looked at it confused as the static joined it.
Tara jumped and took her hand from the radio, causing the sound to cut off. A bang sounded and she pulled her gun from it's holder and spun around, pointing the weapon down the corridor.
At the door on the far end of the corridor, a pair of legs were disappeared, being dragged away.
Tara made her way to the door and aimed the weapon, looking down both sides of the walls as she breathed quickly. She began to walk through the locker room, gun pointed.
"This is Deputy Graeme with the sheriff's department. Step out with your hands in the air." She called through the room. No one moved.
"This is the sheriff's department. Come out now." she repeated. The silence continued and no one appeared as Tara walked through the room.
She headed for the showers, the last part to inspect and heard water running. She walked forwards before seeing a body, leaned up against the wall.
It was herself, sitting under the running water, her lifeless eyes staring at the roof.
Tara panted staring at it before she suddenly began to choke. The pale faced person, eyes white and red gashes over their face, appeared behind Tara with a cord around her throat, strangling her.
Tara hit the wall and as she fell down the hit the tap, turning the water on.
I sat up gasping. My head had been lying on my books as I sat at my desk. I looked around, finding myself in my room before I stumbled for my phone and then for my jacket, getting up from my seat.
"Scott!" I shouted through the house. He was in my room in a second
"What? What's wrong?"
"Another dead body." I said quickly "At the school."
"Who?" I didn't answer and Scott's phone began to ring.
"Stiles?"
"Lydia said to come to the school." Stiles ordered "She's there now and kinda freaking out." Scott looked at me and my eyes hardened.
Scott and I jumped onto his motorcycle and he drove down to the school, pulling into the carpark.
Stiles pulled up next to us as we removed our helmets. I quickly jumped off the bike, not waiting for the boys.
"Where is she?" Stiles asked
"Over here." Allison called as I made my way over to the two.
"Lydia?" Stiles asked as they approached us.
"It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a dead body." Lydia said with a shrug.
"You found a dead body?" Stiles demanded
"Not yet." Lydia shook her head
""Not yet"? What do you mean "not yet"? Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body." Stiles admitted
"Oh, no, I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on." Lydia decided. I tapped Scott's arm as I smelt blood filling the air. He walked past me.
"How are we supposed to find the dead body? You're always the one finding the dead body." Stiles reminded her
"Stiles's there's a body here." I admitted
"How do you know?" Stiles asked
"Cause I saw it." I turned to him
"Still doesn't help up find the dead boys now." Stiles saved his hands around.
"Guys." Scott called "I found the dead body." he confessed
Tara was lying on the Beacon Hill's High School plaque outside she school. Blood ran down over the words as her arm hung limply.
"Tara." I muttered with a swallow.
"What happened?" Stiles asked me
"Someone made a 911 call here from the school, she came to investigate. She ended up in the locker room and saw her own dead body under the showers. Suddenly she was being strangled and she ended up being what she saw." I muttered
"I guess between then and now the person moved her."
"I need to call my dad." Stiles muttered, trying to keep his eyes off the deputy.
Everything was cleaned up and taken care off before school began. The sheriff interrogated people and talked to teachers.
"I don't understand how I keep finding bodies." Lydia muttered
"I don't understand how I keep seeing people become bodies." I added as I stood at my locker. "Trust me Lydia, if anyone feels your confusion, it's me." I sighed
"Wouldn't it be easier if you could just scan yourself and a little word popped up with what mythical creature you were. At least then there'd be some answer." I muttered, taking my books from my locker.
"But then anyone could scan you and find out." Lydia reminded me
"Not if they're not portable." I said with a smirk, closing my locker door.
"Well, answer's have to turn up eventually, I mean we got one for Jackson." she shrugged
"It's been almost a year since Peter bit me and I still have no clue." I reminded her
"Same here." she nodded as we walked into english.
I sat next to Lydia, Scott in front of me and Stiles next to him. Ms Blake walked in and almost immediately began her lecture on english phrases.
I didn't like her much anymore, somehow she'd gotten involved in everything and she still hadn't said a word to us, not me, Isaac, Stiles or Lydia who she saw all turn up.
And she was always hanging around Derek… waiting on him, giving him that look that made my fists clench.
I took a deep breath, jealously wasn't pretty.
Not only that, but I didn't want anyone noticing the shiver that went up my spine when ever she looked at my back, like she was glaring me down for some purpose I didn't know I'd done.
"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes, all tools the writer uses to tell their story." she began as she walked down through the isle between Lydia and I. She stopped next to me as Lydia drew yet another tree on her note book. It was really good actually.
"Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents." Ms Blake smiled
"You and every guy I've ever dated." Lydia retorted with a smile
"Oh, um, well, that was an idiom, by the way." Ms Blake smiled. She turned away and took a deep breath. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture." Ms Blake locked gazes with Scott and Stiles in front of me for a minute, that knowing look in her eye.
Guess though she hadn't said anything she sort of wanted too.
"They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying "jump the gun" is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race, or a phrase like "seeing the whole board.""
"Like chess." Stiles muttered
"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?" she smiled
"Uh, no. My father does." he admitted
"Now, when does an idiom become a cliche?" Ms Blake asked. The second she walked away Scott turned to Stiles.
"I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk." he admitted
"What do you want to do that for?" Stiles asked
"The druids are emissaries, right? So what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?" Scott wondered
"Okay, first of all, I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like "what if the Darach was an emissary to the alphas?" Actually makes sense to me. Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan." Stiles admitted
"What's that?" Scott asked
"Going through Aiden." Stiles reminded him.
"Ever since he's been back at school, they're always together. How are we gonna separate them again?"
"Get someone to distract Aiden." I shrugged simply. The two boys looked at me, then at each other and turned to Lydia as she drew her tree.
She looked at them both before looking regretful
"What now?" she asked
"Don't worry, you're gonna… sorta, be okay with this one." I said with a smirk.
"What?"
"Go make out with Aiden for us?" I shrugged. She looked at me, glanced at the two boys, before nodding her head, okay with that.
The boys raised an eyebrow and Lydia grabbed Aiden as soon as she had a free period.
I watched her go into coaches office before the boys and I found Ethan and cornered him on the stairs.
"What?" he asked looking at me
"We need to talk to you." I admitted
"Why?"
"Why not?" I wondered
"I helped kill your friend." he reminded me. Personally I hadn't known Boyd all that well but yeah, that was true.
"How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?" Ethan asked, turning to look at Stiles.
"Is he looking at me?" Stiles asked immediately as he leaned on the wall "Are you threatening me?" Stiles stood up and walked towards him "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of Mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking—" Stiles began before I slapped my hand over his mouth and Scott spoke.
"Whoa, Stiles, okay." he hit his shoulder with a smile "We get it." he assured and I removed my hand. Stiles took a step back, calming down.
"We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again." Scott admitted
"You had that guilty look on your face Ethan." I said softly "Just like you do now."
"You don't know what we owe them, especially Deucalion." Ethan admitted "We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't alphas."
"What were you?" Scott asked
"Omegas." Ethan confessed "In actual wolf packs, omegas are the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack."
"So you and your brother were, like, the bitches of the pack?" Stiles asked
"Stiles." I muttered annoyed. He shrugged at me.
"Something like that." Ethan answered
"What happened?"
"They were killers. I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them." Ethan admitted
"Why didn't you guys just fight back? Form voltron wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses?" Stiles wondered
"We couldn't, we didn't know how to control it back then." Ethan snapped
"Deucalion taught you." Scott realised
"And then, we fought. We took down the whole pack, one-by-one. And by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life." Ethan said strongly. He took a deep breath "And we tore him apart. Literally."
"Must have been real awful…" I muttered
"What about your emissary? They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?" Scott wondered
"All of them except for Deucalion's." Ethan nodded
"You mean Morrell?" Stiles asked. Ethan nodded before he suddenly grabbed his chest.
"Ah!" at the same time I turned, seeing Aiden and Cora fighting in the locker room, Lydia watching.
"What? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" Scott asked worried
"Not me." Ethan shook his head "My brother."
"Cora's with him." I said quickly. "Slashing his chest open."
"Is he fighting back?" Ethan demanded
"He's about to." I nodded. Ethan pushed past me and down the stairs and I quickly followed, the boys behind me.
Aiden grabbed Cora's arm, cracking it and then grabbed her throat, throwing her across the room with a growl. She slid and hit the wall under the sinks as Aiden grabbed one of the weights
"Aiden, stop!" Lydia shouted as Aiden walked towards Cora "Stop!" Aiden raised the weight just as Cora sat up and smashed it across her face, causing the beta to hit the floor. "Stop!" Lydia moved to Cora's side as Scott grabbed one of Aiden's arms, I grabbed the other and Ethan grabbed the weight as it was raised above Aiden's head. Stiles joined Lydia on the floor with Cora.
The weight hit the floor with a clatter as Ethan dropped it.
"Aiden! You can't do this!" Ethan snapped
"She came at me!" Aiden defended, his fangs out
"It doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can't touch him or her." Ethan reminded his twin seriously.
Aiden was silent as he looked down at Lydia. She raised her gaze, looking disappointed. Aiden's face almost looked guilty.
Cora rolled over and groaned, red marks over her face. Ethan nodded and grabbed Aiden, pulling him from the locker room, Lydia watching them go.
"Hey, guys, I think she's pretty hurt." Stiles muttered, looking at the rather large gash on her forehead.
"Sit her up Stiles," I muttered before getting up, I grabbed some paper towel and wet it as Stiles obeyed. I began to clean Cora's forehead before she stood up and took the paper towel from me, doing it herself.
"You okay?" Stiles asked
"She doesn't look okay." Lydia shook her head
"I'll heal." Cora muttered. She took a step back and wobbled slightly "Uh—"
"Oh." Stiles leaned forwards and grabbed her, holding her up as I did the same.
"I said I'm fine." she answered
"Werewolf or not, you will probably feel disorientated, you shouldn't move yet." I warned She gave me a look that Derek gave me when I told him to wait it out and heal. It was the same look that said he wasn't going to listen.
"Do you realise how suicidally crazy that was? What were you thinking going after them?" Stiles questioned
"I did it for Boyd." Cora snapped "None of you were doing anything."
"We're trying." Scott nodded
"And you're failing." Cora retaliated. "You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed."
"And what are you?" I asked crossing my arm "A stupid teenager picking a fight she can't win. You're no good dead Cora." I snapped
"At least I did something." she said "All you do is show up late." she snapped "All you really do is find the bodies." she turned and left the locker room, leaving us all to realise, she was right.
"She's definitely a Hale." Stiles muttered "I'll make sure she gets home."
"Where the hell have you been?" Ms Blake's voice sounded and I saw Derek standing in the school grounds.
"I'll catch up with you guys later." I muttered, glancing at Scott before I left the room.
"And don't say that you needed to be alone for a while because that is the single worst excuse ever." Ms Blake jumped through her words "Oh." she muttered.
I reached the door and slipped out quietly. I moved down the stairs and hid around the corner.
"God, I'm sorry. You really did need to be alone, didn't you?" Ms Blake whispered. I closed my eyes took a deep breath and peaked around the corner.
I knew I shouldn't have done it. Derek was holding my english teacher in his arms.
I ground my teeth and bashed my head on the wall in anger.
You've got to be bloody kidding me! It's not like I vanished, or disappeared. It's not like I didn't care and yet I've been casted aside.
That time when she patched him up, and he was 'vulnerable', if that's possible for Derek.
I balled my fists.
"I'm here now. And you were safe. Trust me." Derek assured
"I haven't felt safe, partially because the evil twins are walking around school like nothing happened." Ms Blake whispered.
"They're not gonna hurt you."
I felt my nails pierce the skin on the palms of my hands, I felt like my teeth were going to break and the ground started to shake below me, the leaves and sticks littering the concrete floor bouncing up at down.
Even the bell sounding through the school didn't take me out of me rage.
"Some days, I just wanna take a sledgehammer to that bell." Ms Blake confessed with an annoyed sigh.
"Why don't you just come back with me?" Derek offered
"I can't. I've got three more classes and I put this recital together tonight. I organised it to honour the losses at the school and— and now, it just sounds really stupid, doesn't it?" Ms Blake rambled
"No. It sounds perfect." Derek disagreed.
I bashed my hand on the wall behind me, creating a defining crack before I turned and walked up the stairs. I bashed open the doors, one falling off it's hinges and as I rounded a corner, I bashed the locker on the end, denting it.
I probably would have broken a hell of a lot more things if my phone didn't go off.
"What?" I demanded
"Woah… god, what happened?" Stiles asked
"Nothing worth repeating." I sneered through my teeth.
"Okay…" he said slowly "I've got Allison on the line, hold up." Stiles added her into the call
"What happened?" I asked, the anger still there but not as serious.
"My dad had something else written on his table, he had a five fold knot designed into it."
"What was written?" I asked
"Virgins, warriors, healers, philosophers, and Guardians." Allison listed
"Philosophers?" Stiles questioned
"And guardians, which after last night has to mean something like law enforcement, right?" Allison asked
"Stiles, you have to tell your dad. Tell him whatever you need but you have to get him to believe. Tell your dad. Warn him." Allison continued
"Okay, okay, okay, I know." Stiles answered
"Do you need some help?" I asked
"No, I should be right."
"Call if you do, anything to distract my mind." I growled "Where's Scott?"
"Counsellors office." Stiles answered before I hung up.
I made my way down the hall, I knew I had a murderous expression on my face and I was going to put that to good use.
I headed towards the guidance office
"Truth is, I'm all that stands between Deucalion and the lives of your friends." I heard Morrell. "I've been the one pulling the leash taut when they're salivating for a bite."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked
"He wants a true Alpha in his pack. He thinks it's you. And a little distraction like a few human sacrifices isn't gonna dissuade him from the prize." Morrell confessed
"That explains your eyes turning red." I said bursting the door open.
"This is a singe session Ms McCall." Morrell confessed
"Yeah." I slammed the door shut "Well right now I don't give a shit." Scott looked at me concerned, probably looking at the expression my face held.
"What does Deucalion gain by getting a beta like Scott?" I demanded
"He wants alphas." Morrell corrected
"I'm not an Alpha." Scott admitted
"But you're well on your way, aren't you?" Morrell admitted
"Then what is he waiting for?" Scott slammed his hands on the desk and stood up "What does he want me to do?" Morrell placed her hands down and stood up also.
"He wants to make a killer out of you. That's what he does."she admitted
"But if I kill someone, I can't be a true Alpha, right?" Scott realised
"Exactly." she looked him over as she pursed her lips "You want the psychologist's perspective? He's an obsessive who both desires you and is threatened by you. If the obsessive can't have the object of his desire he'll choose to destroy it instead. You'll either willingly become part of his pack or he'll make a killer out of you, destroying your potential to be a true Alpha."
"Neither of those is ever going to happen." Scott said strongly
"Don't be so sure." she sat back down "You're playing his game. And while you're trying to figure out what to do next, he's thinking ten moves ahead, with checkmate already in sight." she warned.
"But people who think ahead predict the move their opponent will make." I admitted "One unexpected move from the opponent, and check mate's lost till a later point. And by then, the tides can turn." Morrell looked at me as I turned and opened the door, walking out, Scott following me.
"What's wrong with you?" Scott asked
"I'm going to break a building." I smiled "That's how angry I am right now and the more I think about it the angrier I get, so distract me please." I said strongly, my eyes flashing.
I suddenly covered my hands over my ears as a wailing screech reached my ears. Scott did the same before it finally ended.
"What was that?" Scott asked
"Lydia…" I muttered I moved off down the corridor and found her in the history room. On the black board was a five fold knot with the number two in one of the circles. Lydia was at the other end of the room.
"Lydia!" Aiden was sitting beside her "What happened?" I demanded
"I… I don't know, I was suddenly standing here screaming, and I wrote the number on the board." she pointed. I looked around
"Where's Mr Westover?" I wondered. She looked at me before taking a deep breath.
"I think he was taken." she whispered.
Ms Blake arrived, having heard the scream and Lydia immediately got to trying to convince our english teacher that the history teacher was gone.
"I don't get why no one's calling the police." Lyda said as Ms Blake stood before us
"They're gonna make an announcement over the P.A." she assured
"That's not gonna do anything!" Lydia snapped "I told you, he's gone. Like the others, taken." she said strongly
"Okay. Look, we're just trying to understand, okay? All we know is that Mr. Westover didn't show up for class." Ms Blake said strongly as people gathered by the door, Scott being one of them.
"And the last time that happened was Mr. Harris. Anyone heard from him lately?" Lydia asked sarcastically.
"He's still tied up to a tree somewhere in the forest with the same wounds as everyone else." I said softly. Ms Blake looked at me but my cold glare was all she received.
I really hated this women.
"He's gone." Lydia turned, leaving Aiden's arms and pointed to the number on the wall "And he's going to be the second murder."
"But, Lydia, you wrote that number." Ms Blake reminded her
"Okay, fine." she took a few steps forwards and glanced at me "I'm psychic."
"You're psychic?" Ms Blake asked
"Is that all that surprising after everything?" I questioned turning to look at Aiden. I saw Ms Blake's eyes look at him wearily.
"I'm something!" Lydia snapped causing everyone to stop. She turned and looked at Scott and Ethan.
"A deputy and a teacher? What's the pattern?" Ethan asked
"I don't know." Scott admitted before he looked at the blackboard.
A deputy and a police officer… philosophers or guardians. Ones a guardian, law enforcement, one's a philosopher, teacher. But this is new, they've never mixed up their categories before… And a teacher is definitely not a guardian and a police officer, a deputy isn't a teacher…
But she helped Stiles with his homework… does that count?
Lydia and I shared a look as we were released and Ms Blake left us. Scott walked over and Ethan followed.
"What's the pattern?" Scott asked me
"I don't know. The only categories left are Guardians and Philosophers. Tara was a guardian, Allison thinks, and Mr Westover is a philosopher. But that's two categories at once which doesn't fit the usual patter. So they've got to be one or the other." I explained
"But which one?" Lydia asked
"I don't know." I shook my head. "I mean, Stiles said Tara helped him with his homework, but does that could as a philosopher?" I questioned "If so then any parents could be one for helping their kids." I said as I paced
"And a guardian… that's a whole more categories. You could have teachers who have custody of their students, you could have parents cause of parent or guardian, you could have police officers cause they guard everyone…" I rambled
"Why don't you sit down and see something?" Aiden asked
"Because right now I have too many things going through my head, I'm too fucking angry and I can't slow my heart or clear my head long enough to do so!" I snapped angrily, my eyes glowing. "Today's the worst day I've had in a long time so don't make it worse by making me feel useless!"
Scott walked forwards and placed his hands on my arms, stopping my pacing and looked concerned.
"What happened?" he asked softly
"I don't want to talk about it." I ground my teeth
"We can't help if you don't tell us." Scott admitted
"Yeah well unless you want to kill someone, which is what I'm planning on doing, you can't help this time." I admitted
"Kill? Who?" Ethan questioned.
"Derek." Lydia sighed. Everyone turned to her as she looked me over "Who is it?" she asked
"Ms Blake." I hissed. Lydia raised an eyebrow
"What?" Scott asked "What about Derek?"
"He's sleeping with our english teacher." Lydia said, a hard look on her expression too. Scott looked at me surprised and removed his arms. I smiled slightly.
"Don't tell me to calm down." I hissed before pushing past them all and to the door.
"I'd hate to be Derek right now." Lydia admitted
"Especially as he's never won a fight against Alice." Scott muttered.
I received a text message as I sat on the roof of the school, I need alone time and this was a good spot for it. The sun had set and footsteps echoed through the air as everyone moved to the recital tonight.
'Mr Westover found. You were right, philosopher's are teachers. - Scott'
"Great. I muttered and I rang Scott.
"How can it be teachers, Tara…" I began
"Used to teach middle school." Scott cut me off
"Awesome." I said "So which teachers next?" I wondered
"I don't know, can you stop your brooding and come down here."
"When you have someone sort of cheat on you then you can tell me to stop brooding." I snapped and hung up the phone.
I got up none the less and moved down the side of the school until the front doors came into view.
I landed on a railing next to Scott as he watched everyone walk inside.
"So, which one should we pick?" I asked as I jumped down next to him
"You need to calm down and focus." Scott said, hands on my shoulders. "We need to know who's next."
I knew he was right. And I knew I was the only hope.
I took a deep breath and nodded.
"I'll try." I muttered
"What do you need?" Scott asked
"Peace and Quiet." I muttered "And you."
"Me?"
"If I'm in this much of hysterics I need something concentrate on and you'd be surprised how good a job a heart beat does for that." I admitted. "It doesn't have to be you, just someone willing to sit and wait." I sighed.
Scott game me a look. I took a deep breath.
"I'll be fine, I'll call you if something happens, go watch the recital. Better yet, watch those in the recital." I turned and walked down the hallway.
I found an empty classroom and I sat down at a random desk. I pulled my phone out and laid it before me and took a deep breath.
I closed my eyes and the first thing I saw, was Derek kissing Ms Blake. I bit my lip at the memory and opened my eyes again, shaking my head.
"Let it play, let it go, let it be forgotten." I muttered. I closed my eyes again and watched as all the signs flashed past my eyes. All the bodies we'd found, all the failures we'd had. The secrets of me and Lydia. Deucalion calling me volva.
Gerard.
Jackson.
Peter.
Kate.
The bite.
And nothing.
I took a deep breath and listened as the music from the rental pushed through all my raging thoughts. They were all pushed to the back and the music got louder and louder.
But it was out of sync.
I was listening to two tunes, one following the other, like a movie with the words playing before the scene.
I recognised the tunes they were singing, Tara had heard it through her radio, it had been on the piano teacher's phone when he'd gone missing. Dd this darach have theme music?
The piano suddenly twanged and sprung up, hitting the player across the neck and slicing it right before everyone's eyes.
The scene changed and Lydia had her phone before her, a text from Aiden on the screen.
'Need to see you right now.'
'Life or death!' buzzed up next.
"It better be." Lydia muttered.
The door opened behind Scott and Chris, Allison and Isaac filed into the room.
It was like I was stuck in my ghost state. One minute was seeing the future, the next I was stuck in the present, unable to move and tell Scott what I saw.
Why was it so out of control? It's just like back at the Glen Capri, but this time it was like my body was locked off.
Aiden was searching his pockets and Ethan looked at him confused
"What's up?" Ethan asked
"Nothing." Aiden muttered "I just think I lost my phone." he said.
I saw Lydia tied up to a chair, a cord around her throat.
I gasped and found myself in the room again. I went to reach for my phone but found the table had been moved away from me, my phone with it. I went to get up and move towards it, only my feet didn't move and the chair jumped with me.
Looking down I found myself tied to my chair.
I wriggled in the chair, tried to pull on the ropes. I was stronger then bloody ropes!
Then I paused… why was I tied up? How had I not noticed I was being tied up? I was always conscious on what went on around me, whether I was out of my body or not…
I stopped as I heard footsteps and turned my head to see Lydia walked into the room.
"Lydia," I muttered
"Alice," she walked over towards me
"Leave." I said, she paused
"What?"
"Aiden didn't send you that text, his phone's missing!" I said quickly. The two of us stopped suddenly as a chanting began to fill the air. It was deep voices and the exact same as what was being played for the recital. One connected to the Darach.
"Lydia! Leave!" I said quickly as she stared at the doorway.
"You recognise it, don't you?" Lydia spun around and Ms Blake walked out of the shadows. Lydia looked at me surprised before Ms Blake hit her over the head with a broom. She turned to look at her and I just glared with infuriating anger until my eyes glowed and a few things began to shake in the rom.
"Oh no need for that Alice." she assured me.
"I highly disagree." I said lowly
"How did it feel?" she asked suddenly as she walked over and placed a chair before me "I'm guessing you're the reason the floor shook earlier." she said before walking over to Lydia. I watched as she placed my friend in the chair
"Seeing me with him. Did it hurt?" she wondered
"It's gonna hurt you more when he rejects you because of this." I said. My voice was rather calm and free of acid considering the amount of rage I felt.
I watched as she sat Lydia down and then began to prepare a garrotte. As she did Lydia began to wake up, placing a hand on her head where she bled.
"What are you doing?" Lydia asked softly as she looked at our english teacher.
"What's necessary." Ms Blake answered her. "I'm still surprised none of you seem to get that. You call them sacrifices, but you're not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite. A necessary evil." She assured as she explained.
"Why is this necessary?" I asked and Lydia's eyes turned to me.
"In order for me to complete what needs to be done, sacrifices are needed." She said turning from Lydia to me.
"Stop." Lydia whispered
"Oh, I wish I could." Ms Blake answered, turning back "But you don't know the alphas like I do."
"Please, stop." Lydia said, she was still disorientated from the hit to the head. Ms Blake stood up and moved to stand behind Lydia. I wriggled in my chair, the legs thumping as the chair rocked.
"Scott." I whispered ever so quietly. "Scott please hear me. Scott!"
"But you, Lydia, you're not a sacrifice. You're just a girl who knows too much. Actually, a girl who knew too much." Ms Blake said with a smile before the she put the garrotte around Lydia's neck. Lydia grabbed it as she gasped.
"Lydia!" I said shocked.
"Lydia, don't!" Ms Blake snapped as Lydia puled on the garrotte cord. I struggled some more and more before a large piercing scream left Lydia's mouth.
I scrunched my eyes up as it shot through my ears like a knife, the sound so loud I felt like me ears would bleed.
It was almost as bad as Argents sonic emitters.
I let out a groan and cry myself from the pain it caused my ears as I couldn't cover them, my hands being bound to the chair. The pain grew so much though that the arms of the chair snapped and my hands flew to my ears to try and block out the noise.
It only brought a little relief.
Lydia stopped and released the garrotte as I took several deep breaths and opened my eyes, removing my hands from my ears.
Ms Blake released Lydia and moved around to look at Lydia's face, blocking my friend from my view.
"Unbelievable." she whispered "You have no idea what you are, do you?" Lydia's eyes flickered to me before she looked up at our homicidal english teacher "The wailing woman. A banshee, right before my eyes." I looked at Lydia who gasped as she looked right back.
An omen of death…
"You're just like me, Lydia. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it." Lydia gasped and sobbed, shaking her head slightly. "It's too bad, though— And too late."
Ms Blake grabbed Lydia's arm and began to duck tape it down to the chair. I moved my arms and grabbed the rope around me, puling on it as Jennifer strapped down the other arm.
"No, please—" Lydia struggled against the binds as she sobbed and cried. She shook her hands as her arms were tied and Jennifer took a deep breath before grabbing the garrotte. She twisted it and Lydia gasped.
"Lydia!" I shouted and the rope before me snapped
"One last philosopher." Ms Blake pulled out a knife and moved it to Lydia's throat as my eyes glowed.
Screams filed the air as the piano had broken. Lydia continued to gasp before suddenly a shout sounded.
"Drop it!" I saw the sheriff behind me and Ms Blake smiled before she suddenly threw the knife.
It embedded in the sheriff's shoulder. The gun hit the floor and the Sheriff's knees followed.
"Sheriff…" I muttered. I turned and glared at Jennifer. The ropes around me all broke off and I stood up before Ms Blake went flying into the opposite wall.
I immediately removed the garrotte from Lydia's neck and then moved over to the Sheriff.
"Are you alright?" I asked, Jennifer got to her feet and glared at me but I only stood and raised my hand. A loud roar suddenly sound through the room. Scott stood transformed by my side and Ms blake glared at him. I looked at Scott and nodded and he ran from me towards our, now ex, english teacher. He jumped over the tables and landed before her and swung his claws. She dodged and then bashed his arm away from her as she hit her palm into his chest.
Scott went flying and I grabbed his arm as he went past me. I spun in a circle and he landed on his feet next to me. He lags collapsed and he kneeled on the floor, spitting blood from the force of her hit. Neither his legs nor his arms held him up.
I turned to Ms Blake and my eyes changed, the objects in the room shook in my anger and Ms Blake lifted off the ground. She glared at me and I suddenly felt like I was loosing her, she began to lower down, as if something was cancelling out my ability.
Stiles appeared at the doorway and Ms Blake turned, pushing on the desk next to her and it slammed the door shut.
Stiles slammed on the door and bashed the widow as the Sheriff turned around and grabbed his gun, pointing it at Ms Blake. She walked towards him grinning as I stood between the two, the gun at my side.
"There was a girl. Years ago, we found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart." Ms Blake stopped as he spoke "That was you, wasn't it?"
"Maybe I should've started with philosophers, with knowledge and strategy." Ms Blake admitted before she stepped forwards forcefully. I moved away from the gun and the Sheriff shot her in the leg. Ms Blake gasped at the pain and we watched as it quickly healed.
She walked forwards and I raised my arm, she dodged the punch and I quickly spun to elbow her stomach. She bent over and gasped as I then elbowed her back but she grabbed my other arm and I found myself flying through the room.
I hit the blackboard and the wind was knocked out of me as I gasped. Black spots filled my vision as Jennifer turned from me and faced the sheriff.
"Healers—" Ms Blake grabbed the knife in the Sheriff's shoulder and lifted him up off the ground.
"No!" I moved to get to my feet, stumbling a lot as my head spun. The gun fell from the sheriff's hand as Jennifer slammed the sheriff into a stacked chair and table.
"Warriors—" Jennifer grabbed the sheriff's badge and ripped it from his top. I moved through the tables, panting slightly to get my breath back
"Guardians—" she turned to me and grabbed the chair behind the sheriff. She threw it at me and I managed to wave my hand so that it moved to the side and smashed through the window.
Ms Blake raised her hand and crushed the sheriff's badge in her hands before looking him over.
"Virgins." Ms Blake suddenly kissed the sheriff and when she pulled away her face was white, slashed up and her lips pulled back, as though they weren't there at all.
"Stop!" Jennifer grabbed the Sheriff and I felt myself flying backwards again, this time my shoulder cracked on impact.
When I looked up, they were both gone.
Stiles managed to push the desk out enough to get in through the door, Scott got up from the floor and I sat down against the wall, tears falling down my eyes.
I let her leave.
I let her take Stiles' dad.
I let her.
Stiles ran to the smashed window as Scott stood behind him.
"Dad?" Stiles called. He looked at Scott and the two stared out the window.
They were gone.
