((hey y'all! it's been a real long time since i wrote anything for DTE so im real happy to get back into the swing of things. the chapter i posted before this i actually wrote before my impromptu hiatus, and i wanted to wait until i had at least half a chapter written before i posted it. i'm sooo sorry i didn't post anything for such a long time, but my family has been goin through some real tough times and i haven't found the time to write while i balanced home with school : -/ but im alive and still writing! sooooooo heres some responses so some of y'alls' reviews!
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Chapter Nine
When the bell rang, Daisy pulled herself together and left the bathroom, bumping into Allison. The brunette immediately looked at the dancer with concern, noticing her puffy eyes and slightly red nose. Daisy shook her head before any questions were asked, and the subject was dropped.
She followed Allison to a secluded area, meeting up with Stiles and Scott at the door. The group pushed into the darkly lit room and formed an almost-circle.
"Derek's outside waiting for Lydia." Scott said, shoulders high and tensed.
"Waiting to kill her?" Allison asked and Daisy sucked in a breath, eyes darting between the faces of each of her friends. They all looked tense, scared almost. Allison was the only one who was covering her fear up well enough to pass as only slightly nervous. Seeing the girl she knew to be happy and strong and bubbly in a state such as this scared Daisy.
"If he thinks he's the Kanima… then yes. Especially after what happened at the.." The pool. She and Scott hadn't talked about what happened, and, if Daisy had any say in it, they wouldn't in the future, either.
Daisy looked over to Stiles, who was pacing back and forth in small cycles. He finally spoke when Scott trailed off.
"It's not her ." He said this with finality, so much finality that the dancer couldn't help but believe him."
Scott turned to his best friend, sympathy written into his features. "She didn't pass the test man," He said.
"Nah...it can't. It can't be her." You don't sound so sure, Daisy thought.
"It doesn't matter if it's her or not because Derek thinks it's her." Allison brought them back to the topic. "So, either we can convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her.
Scott argued, "We can only protect her during school."
Allison put her head down, thinking of a better plan. "Wh..What if we can prove that Derek's wrong?"
"By three o'clock?" Stiles challenged.
Allison was getting frantic now, talking quickly and losing her strong demeanor. "There could be something in the bestiary."
"Oh, you mean the book in 900 year old archaic latin that we can't re-" Stiles started to sass, but Daisy gave him a sharp look and cut him off.
"Scott, can't you...talk to Derek? Ask him for some time? Something?" It was the first time she had spoken in their impromptu meeting, and now all eyes were on her. The dancer instinctively put her cut wrist behind her back. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her with narrowed eyes from the sidelines.
Scott looked at her for a second, considering the idea. "I...guess. But you guys will have to stay out of this."
Allison looked offended for a minute. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Scott fumbled for his words. "It's just… It's just you don't heal like I do. I just don't want you getting hurt."
Allison turned, and Daisy thought she was going to leave until she started rummaging through her bag that sat on the table behind her. The hunter pulled a small black crossbow and let it completely unfold as she held it casually. She held it up to her head, staring dead-on at Scott. "I can protect myself."
"Oh, my god, she's awesome," Daisy whispered under her breath, and Stiles scoffed as he moved to stand next to her and made a gesturing motion toward the hunter when Scott looked at the both of them.
Scott looked conflicted, eyes darting around the room. "What?" Allison asked, putting the bow down. "Did something else happen?"
The dancer quickly realized that a sappy romantic moment was going to occur and looked away, pretending to not be in the room as the couple looked into eachothers eyes. This is why she didn't see Stiles moving away from her and toward the only deadly weapon in the room.
She looked up in shock when she heard the bow discharge and and a gasp left her lips when Scott caught it, an inch short from his eye.
"Uhhh," Stiles was at a loss for words. Allison held her hand out and he gently placed the weapon in her hand with a muttered 'sorry'. "Sorry," He said louder. "Sensitive trigger on that." Daisy snorted and he practically dimpled at her.
Allison picked up her bag and looked back at Daisy, who smiled softly and followed her out the door. The two of them walked down the hall together.
"So…" Allison started. "I saw that Erica got to you too." When Daisy looked at her, confused, the hunter simply nodded at her wrist, which was covered by her sleeve.
Daisy shrugged. "It was my fault. I provoked her, I mean, it wasn't provoking really… I was just...I don't know."
Allison pursed her lips. "Are you scared of her?"
"She want's me to be," Daisy answered hesitantly. "I'm not letting her get to me." She lied slightly. "It's just… this whole situation is scary. Not the people involved."
Before she knew it, they were standing in front of Morell's office, and Allison was reaching her hand out to knock on the door. "You know," She said, just as the door was opening. "It's okay to be scared of the bad guys." Daisy stared at her.
The door opened, and looked at the two girls in surprise. "Allison... and Daisy?" Allison smiled brightly and gave the counselor a rundown of what she needed to be done, leaving out why.
Morell translated the paper in her hand hesitantly. "Like the wolf, the Kanima is most powerful at the moon's peak. Sounds like a werewolf." Allison gave a fake laugh, and Daisy smiled stiffly.
The counselor started to get confused at the wording and asked for time.
"Can I.. hold on to it for a bit?"
Allison lost her smile slowly. "Now is better. Please."
Morell looked at both of them and then sighed. "Alright. Um. Okay. Like the wolf, the Kanima is a social creature. But, where the wolf seeks a pack, the Kanima seeks," She looked up and smiled slightly. "A friend."
"A friend." Allison repeated.
"What does that mean?" Daisy asked, looking more confused than ever.
"Maybe it's lonely." The counselor stated with a small shrug of her shoulders. Allison looked at her, thinking over the others words.
"Like a teenager."
Daisy and Allison quickly met up with Stiles and Lydia in the library. Jackson trailed behind them as they walked out.
"If we're doing a study group, why don't we just stay in the library?" Lydia asked, shaking Stiles's hand off of her elbow.
"Because we're meeting up with somebody else." His hand went to her back instead, pushing her forward.
"Why don't they meet us at the library?" She asked, with a flick of her hair and raised eyebrows.
"Oh. Well. That would have been a great idea! Too late." Stiles exclaimed with a halfhearted chuckle.
The strawberry blonde tried to interrupt again, going as far as to stop walking completely until Jackson pushed forward and grabbed her arm, walking quickly down the hallway, muttering to her. Stiles turned and looked at the two brunettes behind him with a shrug.
They all ended up crammed in Stiles' jeep, with Allison in the front and Jackson, Lydia, and Daisy in the back. Being the smallest, Daisy was half sitting on Lydias lap with her arms crossed over her chest, looking rather uncomfortable.
Lydia looked out the back window, one hand on the surface for balance, looking confused.
They drove in silence for the entire ride, and stopped in front of a normal sized house with a green door. Allison said that it was Scott's, noticing the curiosity on the dancers features.
"If we're studying at Scott's house, then where's Scott?" Lydia asked, walking up the steps to the house.
"He'll show up," Stiles said, adding on a quiet, "I hope.."
As soon as they were all in the house, with Daisy being the last of the group inside, Stiles gently pushed her to the side and locked the door completely, using the deadbolt and chains. He pushed the curtain aside and looked out the small window, shoulders tense.
When he turned, Lydia gave him a pointed look. "Uh… Theres been.. a few break-in's. Around the neighborhood." The red head seemed to accept the excuse and looked away.
Stiles seemed to be thinking before lunging across the foyer and grabbing the chair against the wall, pushing it under the doorknob at an angle.
After another pointed look from Lydia, Daisy decided to help her friend. "And a murder," She engaged the normal teenage girl gossip pose, hand elbow balanced on hip, fingers splayed out and palm facing up like she was gesturing. "Very gruesome. They haven't found the person who did it. Pretty bad."
She heard Jackson sigh from behind her and narrowed her eyes at him, silently asking if he could have thought of anything better, huh? He rolled her eyes at her. Daisy saw Allison give him a nod toward the hallway.
"Lydia..follow me," He said, licking his lips and sighing. "I need to talk to you for a minute."
The strawberry blonde muttered complaints under her breath but followed her ex down the hall anyway.
As soon as the two were out of sight, Allison asked for Stiles' phone. Stiles dug in his pocket and threw it blindly toward her, not leaving his position by the window. Daisy looked out the window on the opposite side of the door, heart beating quickly as she gazed out onto the figures on the other side of the street.
Allison dialed and number and brought the phone to her face. The person on the other end answered after two rings. "It's me. You need to get here. Now." It was Scott. She held her crossbow from earlier on in the day in her opposite hand.
"Right now."
Daisy gave Allison a nod and then leaned her head toward the hallway. The hunter nodded back in confirmation and Daisy dropped her bag to the floor, nudging it with her foot against the wall so it wouldn't be in anybodies way, and moved down the hallway that the two had gone down minutes before.
Instead of going up the stairs she went farther into the house, following the turns until she was in the kitchen/dining area. The sun was steadily going down, so the large open space seemed darker and duller than the foyer.
Daisy stopped and put her elbows on the counter, taking a moment to breathe. Her heart had been pounding the minute she had learned the plan. Scott still wasn't there, and if he didn't show up it would be a bunch of humans against werewolves. She clenched her shaking hands and let out a slow breath.
Allison said it was okay to be afraid of the bad guys, but somehow, the dancer felt anger toward herself for not being able to do anything. Jackson and Allison were strong, and Lydia and Stiles were smart. They could probably find their own ways to defend themselves, but Daisy had nothing.
She hardened herself, remembering that being distressed would do her no good in this situation. Closing her eyes tightly, she counted to ten and then opened them, pushing herself away from the counter. She drummed her fingers against her thigh and paced the expanse of the area.
Daisy had her back turned to the windows of the house and cursed herself for not checking them when she felt a hand grab her waist and pull her back. Before she could yell for help a clawed hand slammed itself over her mouth and she whimpered slightly. From the corner of her eye she could just barely make out the curls and leather of Isaac. The hand once around her waist was now holding her arms back at an extremely awkward angle, almost at the point of painful.
He gave the terrified girl a grin and started to walk her forward, toward the front of the house. She knew that he was going to try to get to her friends, so she tried to drag her feet, to fight back and kick her legs forward in hopes that she could make enough noise for her friends to notice.
As they got closer to the front door, Daisy tried to yell through the hand over her mouth, but the hand only pressed harder, and she felt the tips of claws pressing dangerously close to her skin.
Issac threw the dancer to the side, and she manage to shriek a short "Allison!" before her head and body hit the end table against the wall alarmingly hard. She might have heard Stiles shout her name but she was too busy blinking frantically as she tried to clear her swimming vision.
By the time she was able to see straight, Allison was on the floor and Issac was throwing Stiles into a different room. She pulled herself up by the table and took a minute to grab her head and pull back a blood covered hand. Her head must have hit the corner of the table Eyes darting for a possible weapon, she grabbed the lamp on the table and sneaked behind the male werewolf hovering over her friend.
With a hard swing, Daisy smashed the glass lamp over the curly head, and the werewolf fell, quickly unconscious. Stiles looked up at her, surprise in his wide eyes before scrambling to his knees, and then feet, when he realized she was bleeding.
He took her face in his hand and turned it to look at the bleeding side of her face. When he deemed it not fatal he grabbed her elbow instead, to steady her.
Scott came from behind them, brown eyes filled with worry as he looked at his two friends. He dragged the unconscious Issac to the foyer, where a paralyzed Erica laid. Allison was already there, standing with her arms crossed. She and Daisy shared a nod, something that Daisy realized they did often, and opened the door.
Scott threw the two betas onto the lawn, and stepped out onto the porch. Stiles lead Daisy out and Allison followed, the three of them standing behind Scott. The werewolf took a breath and lifted his chin, facing the alpha strongly.
"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me Scott," Derek said from the lawn. "You're not an omega. You're already an alpha. Of your own pack." Scott exhaled visibly, and the three standing behind him looked at one another, a silent message going through them.
Derek grinned. "But you know you can't beat me."
"I can hold you off until the cops get here." Daisy heard the sirens in the distance and grinned when the smile slowly wiped off of Derek's face as he heard the loud sirens for the first time.
"Go Scotty." Daisy whispered to herself, amused that Derek's big-guy speech was ruined.
They heard hissing above them, one all too familiar with the dancer, and she tensed, slowly looking up. Stiles quickly helped her down the porch stairs to the front lawn with the others, where they could see the reptilian figure crouched on the roof. It looked at the group with a sneer and screeched, making Daisy flinch and jump back. Stiles tightened his grip on her waist and Scott instinctively shot an arm out in front of his three friends, stepping forward slightly as if to shield them.
When the Kanima disappeared from sight, Scott pulled Allison toward him as they all stared at the place where it was just standing.
"Get them out of here," Derek instructed Boyd, referring to his two betas on the lawn.
The unmistakable clanking of heels against wood had Daisy's head snapping to the side, and she saw Lydia storming out onto the porch. "Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on!?"
"Oh, my god…" Daisy barely registered the words coming from her own lips, her voice cracking and her eyes wide.
From behind her, she heard Scott sounding just as wrecked as he came to the realization that she had.
"It's Jackson."
