Chapter 9: Wolf's Bane
I'm going to end up dead because of my brother and his werewolf shenanigans.
"Faster?" Scott said as we were speeding down a road from Kate Argent.
"Much faster." Stiles said, looking out behind the back seat. I clutched the seatbelt as tightly as I could. I felt my chest tightening. Scott stepped on the gas and my head pounded from the adrenaline.
"Hey Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here." Stiles said, his voice panicked.
"If I go any faster, I'll kill us." Scott said, his eyes glued to the road. This is what I deserved for not locking my door before I got to bed.
"Well, If you don't go any faster, than they're going to kill us!" Scott stepped on the gas again and I felt sick to my stomach. Stiles looked through the back windshield.
"They're gone." He said, looking down at a walkie talkie he probably took from his dad.
"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the iron works." The walkie talkie said. Scott sped up and we found Derek being shot at by Chris Argent. Stiles opened his door and jumped into the back so Derek could sit shotgun.
"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott yelled, frustrated with Derek.
"Dammit, I had him!" Derek exclaimed, shaming himself.
"Who? The alpha?!" I asked, finally coming to my senses.
"Yes! He was right in front of me and the freaking police showed up."
"Whoa, Hey. They're just doing their jobs." Stiles defended, earning a death stare from Derek.
"Yeah, Thanks to someone who decided to make the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!" Derek yelled, looking back at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Shut the fuck up! Get over it. I made a dumbass mistake, I get it!" I defended, yelling back at him. He turned to face forward after rolling his eyes at me.
"Alright! How did you find him?" Stiles questioned. Derek was silent.
"Can you at least try to trust us for half a second?" Scott pleaded, eyes on the road.
"Yeah, All of us." Stiles added, sternly. He got another look from Derek. "Or just them. I'll be back here with Kat." Stiles said, relenting.
"The last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. There were two things. First was a guy named Harris." Derek said before Stiles cut him off.
"Our chemistry teacher?" Stiles said, dumbfounded.
"Why him?" I asked, confused.
"I don't know yet." Derek said.
"What was the second?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Some kind of symbol." Derek said, pulling out a small piece of paper from his pocket. Scott sighed. "What? You know what this is?" Derek prodded.
"I've seen it on a necklace." Scott paused. "Allison's necklace."
"Well, Shit." I sighed.
"This is going to be impossible, You know?" Scott said to Stiles and I as we walked through the school's doors.
"Just ask her if you can borrow it." Stiles said. I rolled my eyes.
"How?" Scott asked.
"It's easy. Just say 'Hey, Allison, Can I borrow your necklace? See if there's anything on it. Or in it that will help me find an alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back with you." Stiles said. I scoffed.
"Not helping." Scott commented.
"Just talk to her." Stiles said.
"She won't talk to me. She only takes it off in the showers."
"That's why you ease back into it. Get back on her good side. Remind her of the good times. Then, you ask for the necklace." Scott had a smug look on his face.
"You're thinking about her in the showe, aren't you?" Stiles asked Scott, hitting him in the shoulder. Scott nodded. I rolled my eyes.
"Alright, Stay focused. Okay? Get the necklace. Get the alpha. Get cured. Get Allison back. In that order. Got it?" Scott nodded as Stiles started to walk away.I spotted Isaac putting books into his locker. I walked over to him, Hugging him from behind. He jumped slightly then relaxed when he turned and saw it was me.
"Hey, Beautiful." He said, kissing my forehead. I smiled and looked up at him. His bruised eye was almost completely healed.
"Morning, Handsome." I said with a giggle. He leaned down and pecked my lips gently.
"Are you feeling better? Any different from last night?" Isaac asked as I moved to stand by him. My head shot down the hallway to see Scott staring at us. I could tell he was listening to the conversation. I faced Isaac again, Hoping he wouldn't say anything about our steamy make out session.
"Uhm, Yeah I'm fine. Just kind of worn out." I said, forgetting that Scott was listening. "You know, from the cough I had." Isaac gave me a look. I smiled nervously.
"I'm glad you feel better." Isaac said before leaning down to kiss me again. I smiled into the kiss and gently placed my hand to cup his jaw. He pulled away with a smile. I was about to kiss him again when Jackson and a few of his meatheads walked by.
"Hey Lahey! How did you get such a hot girlfriend? I bet she doesn't know you're a grave digger!" Jackson said, stopping in front of us.
"Out of the entire english language, You choose the word 'hot' to describe her?" Isaac said, turning to them. "My girlfriend is beyond beautiful. My girlfriend is captivating, ravishing, lovely, incredible, adorable, radiant, enticing and alluring. She takes my breath away. She constantly makes me happy despite the reasons I have not to be. I know every inch of her mind. Her mind is so complex and complicated, her mind would literally tear yours to shreds because you have such a small vocabulary, you chose the word 'hot' to describe her. Using that word to describe her is criminal. Don't you ever degrade her like that again." Isaac ended his rant calmly. People were staring, including Stiles and Scott from down the hall. Jackson and his buddies had looks of astonishment on their faces.
I grabbed Isaac's hand after shutting his locker and pulled him down the hall. I opened the door to an empty stairwell out of sight from everyone.
I turned to him and he looked confused.
"What the hell was that?" I said, going over his speech in my mind, wondering how anybody could say those words about me. I bit my thumbnail nervously.
"Jackson needed to back off and it bugs me that he called you hot." Isaac said, staring at the ground.
"Why does it bother you so much? Where did that even come from? Did you mean-" I didn't get to finish before he crashed his lips onto mine.
The kiss wasn't urgent, not in a sexual way. It was more sweet and calming. His left hand cupped my jaw while his other hand was resting on the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. I felt him smile into the kiss. I pulled away, smiling.
"You didn't let me finish my sentence." I said, his arms hugged my waist while my arms were hung around his shoulders.
"It bothers me because you're so much more than just 'hot'. It came from here." He said before reaching behind his head to take one of my hands and place it over his heart. I felt his heartbeat gently in my hand. "Yes. I meant every single word."He said before leaning in to kiss me.
I sat across from Scott at lunch and spotted Stiles coming to sit down. Stiles slid into the seat next to Scott.
"Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles asked as soon as he sat down. I rolled my eyes and took a swig of my chocolate milk.
"Not exactly." Scott said. Stiles sighed.
"What happened?" I asked, Stiles eyed me oddly.
"She told me not to talk to her. At all." I took a big bit of my chicken strip at the same time Stiles did.
"So, she's not going to give you the necklace?"
"She's not giving me the necklace."
"Did you find anything else out?" I asked, my mouth halfway full of chicken.
"Just that I know nothing about girls and that they're totally psychotic." I glard at Scott. He shrugged weakly.
"Okay, I came up with a plan B incase anything like this happened."
"What's plan B?"
"Just steal the stupid thing." Stiles said, like stealing was good for the world. I rolled my eyes and shoved more ranch dipped chicken into my mouth.
"Can we try at least getting to Harris?" Scott tried to change the subject.
"My dad put him on a 24 hour protective detail, Okay? Just steal it." Stiles said. Scott's eyes shifted over to Jackson's table. He was glaring at the 3 of us.
"Stiles, Kat. He's staring at us." Scott said, I got really uncomfortable. So did Scott he flinched.
"Scott? What's wrong?" I said, leaning across the table.
"It's Jackson. He's talking to me. He knows I can hear him." Stiles started to look over. "Look at me! Just, You guys talk to me. Act normal, like nothing is happening." Scott said. "One of you say something?" Scott looked at me, frantic.
"I can't think of anything." I said, staring at the two boys.
"My mind is blank." Stiles said.
"Your mind is blank? You can't think of something to say?"
"Not under this kind of pressure. FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore." Stiles pointed out. I turned and Jackson's seat was empty.
After a few moments of what I assume was listening to Jackson, Scott spoke up.
"Yes." Scott said. Stern.
I looked at Stiles, worried. Scott shakily took a drink from his water.
"Scott, Come on. You can't do this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?" Scott looked like he was going to punch someone as he grabbed his tray. His hands started shaking. A few seconds later, he broke the tray and everyone in the cafeteria was staring at him.
Stiles and I walked into his room and I plopped on his bed while he sat at his desk.
"Hey Stiles?" Sheriff yelled. Stiles turned around.
"Yo da- Derek?" Stiles said. I turned quickly to see Derek standing in the corner, putting his finger over his lips.
Stiles ran to his door and greeted his father nervously, making sure his dad couldn't see into his room.
"What did you say?" I heard Sheriff say.
"What? I said Yo Dad."
"Listen, I've got something I've got to take care of but I'm going to be there tonight. Your first game." I could hear the pride for his son in his voice.
"My first game. Gah great. Awesome. Uh. Good."
"I'm very happy for you. And I'm very proud of you."
"Thanks, Me too. I'm happy and proud. Of myself."
"So they're really going to let you play, Right?"
"Yeah, Dad. I'm first line." Stiles sounded giddy.
"I'm very proud."
"Oh, Me too. Again, I'm- Oh." I assumed they hugged. I looked over to Derek to say something but he shushed me. Stiles came back in the room and Derek pinned him against the door, I hit Derek on the back to get him off but he wouldn't budge.
"You say one word," Derek started to threaten.
"Oh, What? You mean like 'Hey Dad, Derek Hale is in my room. Bring your gun'." Derek started to back off. "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, It's my house, my rules. Buddy." Stiles smacked Derek on the shoulder. Derek nodded and let go of Stiles. Derek straightened Stiles' jacket and Stiles got cocky and fixed Derek's sarcastically. Derek jumped slightly at Stiles and Stiles flinched.
"Oh my god." Stiles said, each word short. Stiles sat down at his desk.
"Is Scott going to get the necklace?" Derek asked, looking at the both of us.
"No, He's still working on it. But there' something else we can night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent Allison a text telling her to meet him there." Stiles informed.
"So?" Derek asked.
"So, It wasn't Scott." I said from Stiles' bed. Derek looked over to me quickly.
"Can one of you find out who sent it?" Derek asked.
"No, Not me but I think I know someone who can." Stiles said, turning to his computer.
"You want me to do what?" Danny asked.
"Trace a text." Stiles said.
"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."
"And we will. Once you trace the text."
"And what makes you think I know how?"
"I looked up your arrest report."
"I was 13. They dropped the charges. No, we're doing lab work." Danny said, grabbing a chair and pulling it closer to Stiles. Derek had taken the chair next to Stiles' bed. I laid facing Danny and Stiles. Danny looked back at us. He smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Who is he again?" Danny asked, thinking Derek wouldn't hear.
"My cousin. Miguel." I had to hide my face from laughing.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked. I continued to play a game on my phone.
"Yeah, Well, he gets these horrible nose bleeds. Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you that you could borrow one of my shirts." Stiles said. I looked back at Derek, who was glaring at Stiles.
Derek threw the book he was reading at me for laughing. He walked over to Stiles' dresser and took off his shirt. I turned my attention back to my phone until Derek spoke up.
"Stiles. This. No fit." Derek said, trying to stretch one of Stiles' shirts. Danny was staring hardcore at Derek.
"Than try something else on."
"Hey! That one looks pretty good, Huh? What do you think Danny?" Stiles said, I knew where this was going.
"Huh?" Danny said, trying to play off his staring.
"The shirt."
"It's not really his color." I giggled.
"You swing for a different team but you still play ball, Don't you Danny boy."
"You're a horrible person." Danny defended.
"I know, It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text."
"Stiles! None of these fit." Derek said, shirtless. Danny's eyes glued to his abs. I chuckled.
"Only the isp the phone number and the exact time of text." Danny asked Stiles. Stiles reached behind his back for a celebratory high-5.
Derek finally found a shirt. He and I were standing behind Danny and Stiles as Danny was pulling up the results.
"The text was sent from a computer. This one." Danny said, I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Registered to that account name?"
"No, No, No. That can't be right."
My mother's name was in red lettering on the computer screen. I felt sick to my stomach.
"Yeah, I did. And it looks just like the drawing." Stiles said to my brother in his phone. I sat in the back of Stiles' jeep with Derek and Stiles up front. Derek grabbed Stiles' hand and pulled the phone towards his head
"Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's got to be something. An inscription, an opening, something." Derek said into the phone. I didn't hear Scott's answer. Stiles took the phone back.
"I know. Look, If you just if you see my dad, can you tell him that, tell him I'll be there. I'll just be a little bit late, Okay?" Stiles said with a sigh. "Alright, Thanks."
"You're not going to make it." Derek said bluntly.
"I know." Stiles said.
"And you didn't tell him about his and Kat's mom either."
"Not until we find out the truth."
"By the way, One more thing."
"Yeah?" Derek smashed Stiles' head into the steering wheel. Stiles called out in pain.
"Derek!" I yelled, scolding him.
"Gah! What the hell was-" Stiles said, holding his forehead.
"You know what that was for! Go, Go!" Derek yelled at Stiles. Stiles reluctantly got out of the car.
"You could've just yelled at him." I said, crossing my arms in the backseat. I saw Derek roll his eyes from the rear view mirror.
"Yelling at Stiles never seems to get the point across." Derek said. I shrugged in agreement.
"Ask for Jennifer. She's been looking out for my uncle." Derek said into my phone to Stiles.
"What?" Derek asked, sounding confused.
"Stiles! Get out of there right now! It's him! He's the alpha! Get out!" Derek said into the phone, panicking. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. My best friend was alone in there with the Alpha, defenseless.
Derek elbowed Jennifer in the face, knocking her down. I trailed behind him closely. Never taking my glance off of Stiles.
"That's not nice. She's my nurse." The man with the burned face said. The alpha.
"She's a psychotic bitch who has been helping you kill people. Get out of the way." Derek said to the alpha than moved his glance to Stiles.
"Aw, Damn." Stiles dropped to the ground and moved to sit by my feet. I kneeled down and we held each other tightly, in fear.
"You think I killed Laura on purpose? My own family." The alpha said, stalking towards Derek. Derek's eyes turned an electric blue and his fangs grew from his gums. Derek jumped at the alpha but He was just thrown against a wall.
Stiles and I scrambled backwards, trying to avoid the fighting. The alpha threw Derek around once again. Stiles and I tried to move down the hallway. Stiles and I watched in shock as Derek was being lifted by the alpha in his human form.
"My mind, My personality were literally burned out of me." The alpha started to stalk down the hall towards Stiles and I. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. "I was driven by pure instinct." The alpha dropped Derek and went into Jennifer's pocket. He pulled out a small set of keys.
"You want forgiveness?" Derek said.
Derek stood up and punched the alpha in the face. Derek continued to fight but the alpha had the upper hand. The alpha kicked Derek square in the chest, knocking him backward.
"I want understanding. Do you have any idea what it was life for me during those years? Slowly healing. Cell by cell. Even more slowly, coming back to consciousness." Stiles and I hid behind a nurse's station, listening to the argument. "Yes, becoming an alpha, taking that from Laura, pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that." The alpha said before Derek regained his footing and sung at him. The alpha dodged the hits and grabbed Derek's fist. I could hear his hand breaking from the hiding place.
"I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you." The alpha threw Derek again, this time into the glass by a reception area. They disappeared behind a wall.
Stiles and I ran into the boys' locker room.
"Dude! We have a huge problem." Stiles said, the both of us panting.
"Trust me, I know."
Sorry it took so long to complete this chapter! I've been super busy and not home much. Anyway, Here it is! I hope you liked it! Review please! As often as you want!
