Here the three of us were, trapped in the high school by a demonic werewolf. My hand was still wrapped in Stiles' hand. All three of our hearts were racing and we were beyond scared.
"Lock it! Lock the door!" Scott ordered, pointing to the door.
"Does it look like either of us have a key?" Stiles asked, referring to himself and I.
"Grab something!" Scott demanded. We all looked around for something to lock the door with.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Anything!" Scott shouted frantically. Stiles was staring at something. My eyes followed his to the parking lot where a pair of bolt cutters lay from when we broke into the school.
"No." Scott and I both said. My grip tightened on Stiles' hand.
"Stiles, you can't go out there. It's too dangerous." I pleaded.
"I have to." He shrugged.
"At least let me go instead. I am half immortal, unlike you. I can't get as hurt." I suggested.
"I'll be right back." Stiles said, quickly dropping my hand and running out of the door. I watched as he snuck up to the cutters and grabbed them. A pair of red eyes began to creep up behind him.
"Stiles!" Scott and I shrieked.
"Stiles, run!" Scott screamed. Stiles eyes widened as he bolted back to the school. Once he was back inside, he slammed the bolt cutters into the door handles. Stiles' eyes met my widened ones. I immediately gripped his body with my arms, trying not to hug him to death with my super-strength. He brought his arms around my body, accepting the hug. I sighed with relief that he got back okay.
"Next time, I'm doing the dangerous task. Not you, okay?" I whispered. Stiles didn't say anything but Scott did.
"Where is it? Where did it go?" He asked. "That won't hold will it?" He pointed to the cutters wedged into the door handle.
"Probably not." Stiles responded, slowly releasing me from the hug.
"Let's get out of here." I suggested and they nodded. We ran to a nearby classroom, shutting the door behind us.
"The desk." Stiles pointed. Before Scott could move, I began to push the desk. I shoved it up against the door, blocking anything from getting in or out. "It's your boss." Stiles told Scott. Scott and I looked at Stiles.
"What?" Scott questioned.
"Deaton, the alpha? Your boss." Stiles answered.
"No." Scott shook his head.
"Yes." Stiles nodded. "Murdering psycho werewolf."
"It can't be…" Scott shook his head again then looked to me for help.
"I have to agree with Stiles." I said honestly. "As soon as…"
"Deaton." Stiles told me.
"Thanks...yeah. As soon as Deaton disappeared, the alpha came and..." I frowned. I didn't really want to bring up Derek. We didn't know whether he was dead or alive.
"Tossed Derek twenty feet in the air." Stiles finished for me. "Convenient timing."
"No, it's not him." Scott denied.
"He killed Derek." Stiles stated. I frowned at that.
"Derek's not dead...he can't be dead." Scott countered. Poor guy is in denial…
"Blood spurted from his mouth! That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead and we're next." Stiles argued. Blood...I thought of the blood dripping from Derek. If he was a human, I wouldn't have been able to resist it.
"Okay…" Scott sighed, defeated. "What do we do?"
"We get to my Jeep, get the hell out of here then you seriously consider quitting your job." Stiles decided as Scott approached the windows. I inspected the windows as well, looking for any openings or locks.
"No, they don't open. The school is climate controlled." Stiles shook his head.
"Then we break it." Scott shrugged. Both Stiles and I raised our eyebrows at him.
"Scott, that would be pretty damn loud." I disagreed with his plan.
"Then we could run really fast. Really, really fast." He offered.
"That sounds incredibly dangerous. Who knows how fast it is? It's probably faster than you and it could be faster than me." I sighed, listening to my pumping heart. I shouldn't be this scared. I'm half Vampire for goodness sakes.
"Um...Stiles?" Scott pulled me away from my thoughts.
"Yes?"
"What's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" Scott asked. I spied out of the window to find that the hood of the Jeep was bent. Bent like somebody had folded the hood in half.
"What? Nothing is wrong with it." Stiles frowned.
"Stiles, it's bent." I informed him.
"Like, dented?" He asked.
"No, bent." Scott replied for me. Concern filled Stiles' face. He rushed over to the window. A rectangular shaped object headed towards us from the outside. That is going really fast...I realized.
"What the he-" Stiles tried to say before I pulled Stiles on top of me, lying on the ground.
"Get down!" I shouted at Scott. He immediately dropped to the floor. One reason I grabbed Stiles was because his reflexes weren't as advanced as Scott and I's. Glass shattered all over us as the object broke through the window. Wide caramel eyes met mine; our faces were just inches from each other. I could hear the racing of three hearts.
"That's my battery." Stiles commented, breaking our eye contact to view the object. From here, I could see the claw marks engraved in the car battery. Stiles got off me and slowly approached the door.
"Don't." Scott warned.
"Scott, we need to get out of here." I said, standing up.
"He could be right outside." Scott frowned.
"He is right outside." Stiles said.
"Let me have a look." Scott peeked through the door window.
"Is there anything there?" I asked.
"No." Scott shook his head.
"Should we move?" Stiles asked.
"Yeah, let's go." Scott nodded. I followed behind the two boys. "This way?" Scott asked, pointing down the hall.
"No, somewhere without windows." Stiles decided.
"What room in this school doesn't have windows?" I asked. As far as I knew, every room had windows in the school but then again, I was still new here.
"Somewhere with less windows?" Scott suggested. Stiles and I nodded. "The locker room." He said after a few seconds. We made our way towards the boys' locker room.
"What now?" I asked them.
"Call your dad, Stiles." Scott ordered.
"And tell him what?" Stiles threw his hands in the air.
"I don't know. Anything! Gas leak, fire, whatever. If the parking lot fills with cop cars, then it will take off." He explained.
"But what if it doesn't?" Stiles asked. "It could kill all of them, even my dad."
"They have guns." Scott reminded him.
"Yeah, but remember Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane-laced bullet to even slow him down." Stiles countered. At this point, I didn't have any ideas, so I kept quiet. They had more experience with this thing than I did.
"Then we need to find a way out and run for it." Scott sighed. I agreed quietly.
"There isn't anything near the school for at least a mile." Stiles shook his head.
"Then we need a distraction." I spoke up. They turned to look at me.
"Like what?" They asked.
"Me." I said slowly. I tried to keep my voice steady, and my heart. The idea of distracting this creature terrified me, but I couldn't let these two get hurt.
"What? No." Stiles refused.
"Summer, we can't let you do that. What if you get hurt?" Scott asked.
"I'm less likely to get hurt than you and Stiles. Hear me out. I could run around the hallways, making as much noise as possible. While it chases me, you guys get out of the school and take Derek and his car. I could catch up later." I explained my plan.
"No." Stiles repeated.
"You know it could work." I told them. I could see it on their faces. They knew it would work, but they didn't want me to risk it.
"It's still risky!" Stiles responded. "You could get hurt." His voice dropped to a whisper.
"I've lived for fifty years and I've never done anything meaningful with my life." I sighed. "Saving you guys is worth the risk." The sound of footsteps filled my ears. Scott and I looked at each other.
"Did you hear that?" He asked me. I nodded.
"What?" Stiles asked.
"Shh, quiet!" Scott hushed. The sound got louder as the person approached the locker room. "Hide!" Stiles' eyes widened. He opened a locker door and grabbed my hand, jerking me inside the locker with him. He shut the door behind us and I heard Scott hide in a different locker. Our hips were barely touching and our noses brushed against each other. I pressed my finger to my lips, indicating for Stiles to stay quiet. He nodded. As my hand dropped from my mouth, Stiles took my hand in his. As the footsteps got closer and closer, I closed my eyes. I couldn't smell much due to the foul stench of the locker room and the distinct yet comforting smell of Stiles on his jacket. There was a faint odour of chemicals, but I wasn't sure what it was from. The footsteps reached the outside of our locker. I opened my eyes and look at Stiles, pointing with my free hand at the locker door. I knew he understood my hint when his eyes widened. The locker door swung open, revealing the school's janitor. Stiles and I tumbled out of the locker, managing to stay on our feet.
"Son of a bitch!" The Janitor screamed. The chemical scent was strong on him.
"Quiet!" Stiles hissed at him.
"Quiet my ass! What the hell are you trying to do? Kill me?" He shrieked. "You two!" He pointed at Stiles and I. "Get the hell out of here with your perverted teenage romance! You too, haircut!" He growled at Scott. I immediately let go of Stiles' hand.
"Please, just listen to us for a second!" I pleaded.
"No! Get out of here before I mention this to the principal!" He shouted.
"God, just one second to explain!" Stiles begged.
"SHUT UP AND GET OUT!" The janitor ordered, pushing us out of the locker room. Suddenly, the janitor was thrown against the door, blood splattering the window. I slapped my hand against my mouth in shock. The blood filled my nostrils.
"Stiles…" I choked out, thirst flowing through me.
"Go, go, go!" Stiles ushered, pulling Scott and I away from the scene. Stiles pushed the door but it didn't open. Stiles and Scott managed to push the door open enough to see what was blocking the door. A large, green container sat against the door.
"What the hell?" Stiles frowned at the container.
"It's a dumpster." Scott commented.
"He put it in front of the door to trap us in here." I spoke quietly, my thirst still uncomfortable.
"Come on, help me." Stiles said, trying to push the dumpster away from the door.
"Stop." Scott sighed.
"I'm not dying here. I am not dying at school." Stiles said, frantically.
"We're not going to die." Scott responded.
"Especially if we go with my plan." I brought my idea up again.
"No. Here, this way." Stiles beckoned for us to follow. We made our way to the hallway but something outside on the school roof caught our attention. A black figure was crouched on the roof, ready to pounce. The boys began running with me taking the back to make sure it didn't come near them. The alpha neared us and launched itself into the window, sending shards of glass all over the floor. It got closer to Scott and Stiles as it sped up. I stopped running and turned to face it, my heart racing.
"Keep going!" I screamed at them. They turned to look at me, fear plastering their faces as they realized what I was doing. "Go!" I screamed, turning once again to face the alpha. Claws extended, it launched at me. What if I die? I asked myself. It doesn't matter if it saves Scott and Stiles, I told myself in response to my own question. Skillfully dodging his claws, I brought my fist back and slammed my hard, pale fist into the alpha's face. Blood spurted from it's nose and splattered against the wall. It growled as it fell to the ground. I took the opportunity to run, using full speed. I tracked the boys by scent and caught up to them. They were near the boiler room. Eyes wide, Stiles pulled me into tight hug. It would have been a bone-crushing hug if I was a human. He released me from the hug. Scott grabbed my hand and inspected the dripping red liquid that covered my knuckles.
"What did you do? Is...is he dead?" Scott asked, pointing to the blood.
"No, I just wounded him enough to slow him down for a minute or two. I punched him." I explained, wiping the blood on my jeans. Alice would kill me if she saw that I ruined the jeans.
"You...punched...the alpha?" Stiles asked in disbelief. I nodded.
"He probably healed already, though." I guessed.
"Summer, that was badass." Stiles said. "Don't try it again, though. What if you got hurt?"
"We need to stick together." Scott agreed with Stiles. I nodded but I wasn't making any promises, especially now that I got a glimpse of what kind of strength I possessed. The click of the alpha's claws sounded from the hall. Stiles held up his finger, motioning for us to be quiet. He tossed his keys, then we ran. The alpha came galloping towards the keys. The three of us pressed ourselves against the wall behind the door. The alpha turned quickly, racing down the corridor near the door. Stiles slammed the door closed, shutting the alpha out.
"The desk!" Scott suggested. Scott and I slammed the desk against the heavy metal door. Stiles began to crawl on top of the desk.
"What are you doing?" Scott hissed at Stiles.
"I just want to get a look at it." He shrugged, peering through the window on the heavy metal door.
"Are you crazy?" Scott threw his hands in the air.
"It's trapped. It isn't gonna get out. That's right, alpha. We got you." Stiles taunted.
"Stiles...stop." I warned.
"I'm not scared of this thing." He shrugged.
"I am and I'm half immortal!" I hissed at him.
"I'm not scared of you 'cause you're in there and we're out here. You aren't going any-." His taunting got interrupted by a loud crashing sound coming from the ceiling.
"Stiles, please come down from there." I said quickly. I know I shouldn't be scared. I'm half Vampire, right? But truthfully, I am scared. Not only am I half Vampire, but I'm half mortal. Half human. I could still get hurt and worst of all, so could Stiles and Scott. I thought to myself. It was true. I was terrified but that didn't mean I wouldn't risk my own life to save these two.
"Okay..." Stiles agreed quickly, slipping off the desk. A sound similar to a phone ringing sounded from somewhere in the school.
"There's a phone ringing." I said quietly.
"Who's phone?" Stiles asked us.
"That's Allison's ringtone." Scott gasped.
"Allison? What is she doing here?" I wondered. I knew I definitely had to carry out my plan, whether these two liked it or not. There was an extra life on the line here.
"Give me your phone." Scott told Stiles, who willingly agreed. He quickly dialed Allison's number.
"Stiles?" Allison's voice asked from the other side of the phone.
"No, it's me. Where are you?" Scott asked her.
"I'm in the school, looking for you. How come you didn't show up at my place?" She answered.
"Where are you right now?" He questioned.
"Swimming pools."
"Go to the lobby, now." Scott ordered.
"Okay, I'm coming." She replied. He hung up on her, handing Stiles his phone back. We raced to the lobby.
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked her once we found her in the lobby.
"You asked me to come." Allison answered, confusion evident on her face.
"What? I asked you to?" His expression mirrored hers.
"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this text?" She waved her phone around.
"Because I didn't." Scott answered.
"Did you drive here?" Stiles cut in.
"No, Jackson did."
"Jackson is here, too?" Scott sighed.
"Lydia, too. What's going on? Who sent this text?" Allison asked, concern plastered on her face. She picked up her phone and called Lydia. "Where are you?" She asked Lydia on the phone.
"Finally." Lydia sighed, entering the room and hanging up on Allison. Something was crashing around in the ceiling.
"We need to go!" I shouted and we all began running up the stairs. We burst through the door of a random classroom.
"Help me get this in front of the door." Scott pointed to the chairs.
"Scott, no. Not here." Stiles disagreed.
"What was that?" Allison asked, running her hands through her dark hair. I knew she was referring to the alpha crashing through the ceiling.
"What came from the ceiling?" Lydia asked.
"Just help me move these. Stack the chairs." Scott ordered. I began to help push chairs with the others.
"Guys! Stop. Wait a second! Can you just wait? Listen to me." Stiles called out to us. I stopped, turning to face him. He pointed to the windows.
"The windows are still exposed…" I sighed with realization.
"Guys, hello? Stiles talking. Hello!" Stiles shouted. The group finished and spun around. "Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what about the twenty foot wall of windows?" He growled.
"Can someone please explain what is really going on?" Allison asked. "Scott?"
"Someone killed the janitor." Scott stated.
"What?" Lydia gasped.
"Yeah, the janitor's dead." Scott repeated.
"Who killed him?" Jackson asked.
"This was supposed to be over…" Lydia panicked. "The mountain lion-"
"Don't you get it? There was no mountain lion." Jackson snapped.
"Who was it? What do they want?" Allison asked, frantically.
"I-I don't know but if we go out there, he's gonna kill us." Scott told them.
"Who's going to kill us?" Allison asked.
"Derek...Derek Hale." Scott answered. This is not going to end well…
"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson asked in disbelief.
"Are you sure?" Allison asked.
"I saw him." Scott lied. I stood back with Stiles. My mind kept going back to my plan. I had to do it sooner or later and I had to be quick about it so Scott didn't try to stop me. "It's been Derek the whole time…"
"Call the cops." Jackson demanded.
"No." Stiles refused.
"What do you mean no?" Jackson narrowed his eyes.
"I mean no. Do you want to hear it in Spanish? No!" Stiles rolled his eyes. "Derek killed three people. We don't know what he is armed with."
"Your dad is armed with the entire Sheriff's Department. Call him." Jackson ordered.
"I'm calling." Lydia cut in.
"No, Lydia…" Stiles started but Scott shook his head.
"We're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped. We need you to-" Lydia got cut off by the operator. The police think it's a prank call, I realized. "She hung up on me."
"The police hung up on you?" Allison asked with disbelief.
"She said they got a tip warning about prank calls from the school and if we call again, she'll trace the call and have us arrested." Lydia frowned.
"Call again." Allison suggested.
"No. They won't trace the call, they'll just send a car to your house." Stiles shook his head.
"What is this? Why does Derek want to kill us?" Allison cried. I took Stiles aside as the girls and Jackson asked Scott questions.
"I think we should call Edward." I told Stiles.
"Yes, let's call Edward. Maybe he can read the Alpha's mind and find out why he's so pissed off." Stiles replied sarcastically.
"Stiles…" I sighed. "I meant we could call him so he could bring some reinforcements but now that I think about it, I don't want to put the Cullens in danger." I frowned. I was surprised Alice hadn't seen this in a vision and sent some help, already.
"Okay, assheads. New plan." Jackson announced. "Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to bring someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"
"He's right." Scott agreed. "Tell him the truth if you have to...Just call him."
"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." Stiles shook his head. I could understand where he was coming from. I wouldn't want any of the Cullens to get hurt.
"Alright. Give me the phone." Jackson growled, reaching for Stiles' phone. Stiles spun around, his fist diving towards Jackson's jaw. I grabbed Stiles' fist out of reflex. Realizing that I shouldn't be able to do that easily if I were a human, I quickly dropped my hand and pretended to be hurt.
"Ow!" I hissed, shaking my hand around. Of course, that didn't hurt at all but I couldn't let Jackson and the girls know that.
"Jeez Stiles! What the hell?" Lydia hissed.
"Summer, are you okay?" Allison asked me, looking at my hand.
"Yeah, I'll be fine." I nodded. Allison glared at Stiles.
"Fine, I'll call." Stiles frowned, dialing his dad's number. "Dad, hey. It's me...and it's your voice mail. I need you to call back now. Like, right now." The door boomed as it was slammed into by the alpha. "We're at the school...Dad, we're at the school." He said quickly down the phone.
"Oh my god!" Lydia shrieked.
"The kitchen!" Stiles suggested. "The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."
"But that only goes up." Scott protested.
"Up is better than here." Stiles argued. I nodded at him. I needed to do my plan soon. Stiles grabbed my hand and the six of us ran. We raced up the stairs then found ourselves in the chemistry room. Stiles and I collapsed to the ground, sitting against the wall.
"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked.
"Five, if someone squeezes onto someone's lap." Jackson responded, grimly.
"Five? I can barely fit in the back!" Allison hissed. I looked at Stiles, giving him the 'go without me' look.
"We're not leaving you." Stiles stated quietly, yet firmly. He turned to the others. "It doesn't matter. We can't get out of here without drawing attention."
"What about this? It leads to the roof." Scott pointed to a large door. "Using the fire escape, we could get to the parking lot in seconds."
"That's a deadbolt." Stiles pointed out.
"The janitor has a key…" Scott said.
"You mean his body has it…" Stiles corrected.
"I can get it. I can find him by scent, by bl-" Scott stopped himself when his eyes met mine. Blood. That's the word he was going to say.
"Scott...if you go, I'm going with you." I told him. Stiles shook his head.
"I'm going to get the key." Scott announced to the group.
"We're going to get the key." I corrected him as I stood up, releasing Stiles' hand.
"Are you serious?" Allison asked, fear evident in her voice.
"It's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we want to get out of here." He explained.
"You guys can't go out there unarmed." She frowned. Scott picked up the teacher's pointer stick. It was a small and thin stick with a small hand at the end. The hand had its pointer finger extended. Stiles and I sighed.
"It's better than nothing." Scott shrugged.
"There's gotta be something else." Stiles said. I looked around for anything to use.
"There is." Lydia spoke up. We turned to look at her. She turned her head to face the chemical display case.
"What are we going to do? Throw acid on him?" Stiles rolled his eyes.
"No, like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a Self-Igniting Molotov Cocktail." She explained. I nodded. She was right. If we threw it at the alpha, he would be engulfed in flames instantly.
"Self-igniting…" Stiles tried out the words.
"...Molotov Cocktail. What? I read it somewhere..." Lydia finished for him, adding her act of stupidity on the end. For a supposedly unintelligent girl, she was actually quite smart. She was probably only pretending to be stupid because knowing how to make a Self-Igniting Molotov Cocktail isn't common knowledge. I knew how to make them, but only because I've done chemistry more times than I'd like to admit.
"We don't have a key for that, either." Scott said. Jackson shoved his elbow through the glass.
"We don't need one, asshead." Jackson sighed with annoyance.
"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid." Lydia commanded. She poured the liquid into the second beaker and mixed it together by swirling the beaker around. Both Scott and I now had beakers in our hands.
"This is insane. You guys can't go out there." Allison whimpered, looking at Scott.
"We can't sit around, waiting for Stiles' dad to check his messages." Scott explained.
"If we don't go, we could all die." I added.
"You could die. Don't you get that?" Allison cried. "He's killed three people."
"And we're next if we don't do something." Scott argued. Stiles pulled me aside.
"You're not gonna try anything funny like you were planning earlier, are you?" He asked me. I was going to make sure that giant werewolf didn't touch Scott but I wasn't about to tell Stiles that.
"I'll be fine, Stiles. I'm half-Vampire, remember?" I reminded him. Scott and Allison continued talking behind us, but I didn't listen to their words. Allison kissed Scott, pressing her lips against his. A goodbye kiss...I shivered. I hoped we would be fine. The alpha was dangerous and while I could lie to Stiles, I couldn't lie to myself. I was scared. No, I was terrified. Stiles stared at me, a small smirk playing up on his face. "Don't even think about it Stiles." I rolled my eyes. He wasn't getting a goodbye kiss from me. "Join Scott's line." I snorted. Jackson chuckled at Stiles' miserable face.
"Lock the door behind us." Scott told the group as I followed him out. "Let's find the janitor." He said to me. I followed Scott, allowing him to track the scent of the blood. I didn't want to get uncomfortable again. I held my breath as we got closer to the janitor's body.
"The body is in the gym." I noticed. Scott nodded then turned to face me, stopping in the hallway.
"Are you going to be alright? With the body, I mean?" He asked, studying my face.
"...Y-yeah, I'm perfectly fine. It isn't bothering me at all." I lied. Scott narrowed his eyes.
"Then how come you aren't breathing?" He challenged me.
"Um..I forgot?" I cringed at my lies. "I don't need to breathe as often as people. Look, I'm fine. I'm just taking safety precautions."
"Okay, let's just keep going." Scott nodded as he began to walk again. We entered the gym and the scent of blood got stronger. Though I wasn't breathing, I could taste it in the air.
"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Scott asked again, stopping in front of the bleachers.
"I can do this. If I managed to resist the bloody bus, I think I'll be okay with this guy." I nodded at him. He nodded once again and disappeared under the bleachers, handing me his Molotov Cocktail. Wielding both beakers, I waited outside the bleachers for him. I watched as Scott made his way under the bleachers to where the scent was strongest. A few moments later, I heard the sound of keys jingling.
"I think he's here!" I hissed at Scott as the alpha's scent wafted in the air. "Hurry!" Suddenly, the bleachers began to close. "Scott! Come on!"
"Got 'em!" Scott called, snatching the keys. The bleachers were getting closer to crushing Scott and he was running out of time. He's not going to make it, I realized. I heard a growl from the alpha and I knew I had to do something. Stuffing the beakers in the pocket of my hoodie, I dashed under the bleachers. I zoomed around, agily avoiding the metal frame that was closing up. I reached Scott, hoisting him into my arms. He'll have to reclaim his manliness later, I thought. I threw Scott out of the bleachers, sending him sliding across the gym floor. The frame of the bleachers grazed my ankle, taking my shoe with it as I rolled out onto the gym floor. The bleachers slammed against the wall, claiming my shoe and the janitor, but nothing else.
"We made it." I exhaled, leaning up against the wall. "Did you get the keys?" I asked.
"Yeah." Scott breathed, standing up. He made his way over to me and extended his hand. After I took his hand, he stood me up then released my hand again. A growl rippled through the gym, catching our attention. The alpha began to charge at us.
"Summer! The beakers!" Scott shouted. I stood my ground, facing the alpha with a brave face, but a fearful heart.
"Dual-wield, motherfucker." I said before launching both Molotov Cocktails at the charging beast with as much force as I could muster. The glass exploded and the shards tore his face apart, but there was no fire. "Oh, shit. Scott...run." We ran from the gym, our legs pumping quickly as they carried us away from the alpha.
"What the hell was that?" Scott asked as we ran.
"What?" I raised my eyebrow.
"'Dual-wield, motherfucker'." Scott quoted me. My cheeks reddened.
"Oh...um, well I wanted a cool line like in the movies but it didn't really work out I guess." I said awkwardly. To be honest with myself, it was rare I even said the f-word, but I wanted to feel awesome and it really backfired on me.
"Why didn't they work?" He asked, referring to the Molotov Cocktails.
"They must have used the wrong chemicals. Lydia had the formula right so maybe Jackson gave her the wrong things when he was passing her chemicals." I guessed. They didn't work and now we were stuck with an even more pissed-off alpha werewolf.
"At least you cut him up pretty bad." Scott shrugged. The pounding of claws against the floor was getting louder. "He's getting clos-Woah!" Scott hit the floor. I spun around to see the alpha dragging Scott backwards. His snarling teeth hovered above Scott's frightened face. The demonic werewolf let out a thundering howl but the thing that scared me more was Scott's eyes. The previously brown eyes were now a glowing yellow. The alpha forced him to turn...I realized. If he made Scott turn, Scott won't have much control over himself. To my surprise, the alpha pulled away from Scott and bolted. Scott stood up, baring his fangs at me.
"Scott, it's me, Summer." I said cautiously, backing up. I didn't want to fight Scott. In response, I got a growl. He flung his hands to the side, sending his claws shooting out. He stalked after me, snarling and snapping. "Scott!" I shouted. He lunged at me, knocking me over. As soon as I hit the ground, I jumped to my feet again. "Scott! You don't want to do this! I know you don't want to fight me." I begged but he just snarled.
"I do want to do this." He growled, swiping at me with his clawed hands. His claws dragged down my side with more power than I anticipated. Blood began to drip from this new wound.
"Scott! Listen to me! Don't submit to the alpha! You're stronger than that! He'll make you kill me, then Stiles…" I was interrupted by another scratch. Fresh blood seeped from the scratch that ran along my cheekbone. "...Lydia and Jackson…" He tore my hoodie, creating a gash on my shoulder. I knew I could defeat him, but I didn't want to. I dodged the next few swipes. "...Allison. He'll make you kill Allison you know. Listen to her voice." I listened to the school, searching for her voice.
"I can't stop my hands from shaking!" Allison sobbed from the chemistry room. Realization crossed Scott's face and he stopped walking towards me.
"Scott, listen to her. She's upset because she's worried about you. She cares about you and I know you care about her, too." I said, clutching my side to try and stop the bleeding.
"Summer." Scott whispered as his claws and fangs retracted. I studied his face as he reverted back into his human self. "I'm sorry."
"I'll be fine." I lied, unsure about what I said. I didn't know how hybrids healed. Vampires don't get hurt easily and they certainly don't bleed, so I didn't know how to help myself. Maybe Carlisle knows, I thought.
"Thanks." He exhaled, sitting on the ground to take deep breaths.
"As soon as you turned, he left." I informed Scott. "The alpha is gone."
"He doesn't want to kill you guys." Scott gasped, realization deep in his voice. I didn't say anything, I just nodded. I knew what he was saying. The alpha wanted Scott to do it because we were in the alpha's way.
"Come on, let's go get the others." I said, pulling Scott to his feet. The sound of sirens filled the parking lot as we walked back to the classroom though, I was limping due to the fact that I only had one shoe on. Scott and I smiled in relief at each other at the sound of the sirens.
We joined Stiles in the parking lot as the others talked to the Sheriff and the Chief. Stiles looked at me in horror when he saw my wounds.
"Stiles, it's fine. What's not fine is if anyone sees these scratches. I have to get out of here before I get caught. Listen, I don't know how I heal or if I even do heal but it's better that nobody knows I'm hurt until I figure it out." I explained to them.
"What the hell happened to you?" Stiles asked me. "And why do you only have one shoe?"
"I had to fight a werewolf and I lost my shoe in the bleachers." I answered, shooting a quick look at Scott. Scott was talking to his boss who was inside an ambulance. Maybe Deaton isn't the alpha, I thought.
"You mean the alpha, right?" Stiles asked quickly, looking at Scott, who had started to follow Allison. I didn't answer, but instead looked at the parking lot to see Carlisle's car pulling up to the school. My lips tugged up into a smile. I had called him just before I got to the parking lot. I knew it was dangerous for the others to be around my blood but Carlisle had more practice so it wouldn't affect him as badly. "Summer! By werewolf, you mean the alpha right? You're not talking about Scott, are you?" I walked away from Stiles, heading towards Carlisle's vehicle. I smirked as Stiles continued to ask me questions. I climbed into the passenger seat then rolled down my window.
"To answer your question Stiles, it wasn't the alpha who I fought." I rolled the window back up again, watching as Stiles' eyes grew wide then he narrowed them at Scott.
"Oh, I am so going to kill him!" I heard Stiles hiss as we drove out of the parking lot.
"Do you have any ideas on how to help me?" I asked Carlisle.
"I've never had to heal a hybrid before, Summer, but I have a theory." He replied.