Flashback- (Derek and Julie are eating lunch out in town)
"I think that I want to have a small dinner party." I announced to Derek as he was getting ready to eat his meal.
"Dinner party?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Do I have to come?" Most boyfriends would say that jokingly, but not Derek. He was dead serious. He hated any kind of social gathering.
"Yes." I said in a tone that Derek knew was final and he had no chance in arguing with me.
"How many people?" He asked in a sigh.
"Just three…" He looked at me and knew that I was up to something.
"Who would be the third person?" Derek asked a little too cautiously, like he knew what I was going to say.
"….Laura." I said carefully. Derek began to open his mouth, but I beat him to speaking. "I know. I know. She doesn't really do family dinners or anything like that. But I want her to feel welcomed around me." I dropped my fork down on my plate. "I just want her to like me."
"She does like you." Derek reached across the table and took my hand. "Trust me, if she didn't, then you would know." He said with a slight laugh.
"I know. But I want to do something nice for her. Make an effort to have some kind of friendship with her." I explain. I saw that Derek still wanted to talk me out of it. "Please Der…?" I begged. I grabbed his hand with mine and brought his palm to my lips and I kiss the meat under his thumb. "Pretty please?"
"You know, I never understood what the physical appearance of the please had to do with anything…. But if you really feel the need to do this, then who am I to stop you?" I got all giddy and I wanted to reach over and wrap my arms around him and kiss him. But we were in public.
Instead I waited until we got back to my apartment. I let him shut the door and then I smiled widely at him.
"What?" He asked when he saw my smile.
"Has anyone told you that you are the best boyfriend ever?" I walked up to him and he leaned back against the door.
"Well there was this one girl…" He said, but I reached up and put my arms around his neck.
"Oh shut up…" I whispered before I leaned in to kiss him.
I felt him smile against my lips. "That felt like a special kiss. Was it a special kiss?" He kept his arms around my waist.
"It was a thank you kiss." I said simply. "For being so nice about the Laura dinner thing."
He raised his eyebrow as I kicked off my heels and placed them by the door.
"I should be nice more often…" He said suggestively.
I grabbed his hand and started leading him to the bedroom. "Let me show you what being nice gets you exactly…"
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"Babe, what exactly are you doing?" Derek walked into the kitchen and laughed at me.
"You said that her favorite meal was homemade chicken pot pie. So I attempted the dough, but it didn't work. So I bought all new ingredients and I've tried again." I walked over to the counter. And pointed out the pies. "And then you said that you couldn't remember her favorite kind of pie. So I am making her like ten different kinds of pie."
He walked over and wiped some flour off of my face. And then smiled at me like I was a pitiful mess. "Why are you making ten pies? One pie is enough."
"Because pie is really important. It's the dessert. Desserts are always the most important part of the meal. And if I have her favorite, then she will like me."
"For having her favorite pie?" I had picked up one of the serving dishes when he said that.
I turned around and looked at him frustratingly. "Don't mock me. I told you pies are important." I had apparently thought that I could talk with my hands. Big mistake.
The serving dish crashed to the floor and I dropped down to immediately start cleaning up the mess. I grabbed a large piece of the glass and pulled my hand back. Scarlet red spilled out on the floor.
"What did you do?" Derek asked as I rose up and held a towel to the cut.
"Well, obviously I cut myself." Derek rushed to the bathroom and brought back some wrap and gauze and stuff.
"Let me see it…" I placed my hand out for him and he started cleaning my wound up.
After he finished wrapping it he leaned down and kissed it.
He looked up and me and then kissed me too. "She's going to love dinner." He looked at the counter. "And all the pie." He smiled.
"I've made such a mess…" I said as I looked at the ground and all the broken glass that now covered it.
"I'll clean it up. And I'll put the pot pies in the oven." He looked at me. "You go and get cleaned up and ready. I'll get everything ready here."
I nodded my head and did as I was told. He was right. I really needed to calm down. Everything was going to be fine.
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Laura had arrived and dinner had gone surprisingly well. That was until we reached dessert time. I brought all the pies out and Laura looked at me like I was that evil witch in the Hansel and Gretel fairytale.
"Derek couldn't remember your favorite. So I made: Apple, Cherry, Blackberry, Chocolate, Blueberry, Raspberry, Pumpkin, Banana, Apricot, and Coconut." I announced.
"Coconut?" Laura asked with a raised eyebrow. "I never even heard of Coconut." She laughed. "I didn't know you were a baker…" She said.
"Just please tell me that out of all of these, at least one of them is your favorite." I was so nervous. I couldn't tell you why I was nervous but I was.
"Oh …yeah… it's..." She looked around the table. "It's banana." She smiled up at me.
I felt a huge weight life off of my chest and I shared a look with Derek. He smiled over at me and I nodded.
The rest of the night was kind of awkward if I was being honest. I dropped another plate. I burned one of the pot pies. I now had nine uneaten pies. And Laura was having a terrible time.
I was sitting outside on the back patio when Laura came outside. I felt terrible that I tried so hard to make her feel welcomed here, and all I did was make her feel uncomfortable.
"Hey Jules." She said as she sat down next to me.
"I'm sorry." I blurted out. I knew that Laura appreciated honesty.
"For what?" She asked, and she seemed genuinely surprised at my apology.
"For all of…this." I motioned inside.
He started laughing and I looked down at the ground. It seems as if laughing at me ran in the family.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh." I looked at her. "It's just that I've never had someone try so hard to impress me and then apologize for doing so."
"I just wanted to feel comfortable around me. Welcomed to be around you know." I spoke honestly again.
"I do feel comfortable around you." I looked over at her, this time me being the one that was surprised.
"Julie. I've honestly never seen my brother so happy before." She paused and seemed to think about something. "Well, once, but that was a very long time ago."
"Bottom line, you're smart, you're beautiful, you're genuine, you know our secret and still choose to be around us, and you make Derek happy." I smiled at her compliments. I expected that she didn't hand them out lightly. "So you're okay in my book."
"Unless I hurt him right? Then you'll kill me?" I asked before she had a chance to give me the infamous protective sister speech.
"No. If you hurt him, I'll torture you slowly and then kill you." She smiled sweetly.
"Of course you will." I nodded my head.
She stood up to go back inside. "Hey Laura?"
She looked down at me. "What's your real favorite pie?" I knew it wasn't banana and that she was lying earlier.
She smiled at the fact that I knew she had been lying. "Lemon Meringue." I shook my head. How could I forget that one?
Present Day- (Julie wakes up in her bed)
I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. I had a fugitive in my house and his brother on my couch. I had come home to Beacon Hills to get away from all the craziness. And now I have only wrapped myself up tighter in it.
I rose up and nearly screamed. Isaac was asleep on my floor and leaning up against my wall. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"Wake your creeper butt up, Lumiere." Isaac swatted at the pillow like he was swatting at a fly. He looked up at me with his eyes squinted.
"Lumiere? Who the hell is Lumiere?" He stood up and ran his hands over his face and through his hair.
"Are you kidding me? You demand to be the candlestick in your little recasting of the Beauty and the Beast, but you don't even know your own character's name?" I shook my head at him. "That's pitiful."
He tilted his head and looked up at the ceiling. "Lumiere…. I thought he was a French chemist?"
I made a small sound of surprise. "I'm impressed. He was a French chemist. But it also means light in French."
Now Isaac made a sound of surprise. "What are you doing sleeping on my floor?" I asked the most obvious question that I probably should have started with.
"Oh! Well, uh... You see, Cam was stumbling around and looking for a bathroom last night. I was walking past your door when he was coming back through. I slipped in here, because I knew that he wouldn't open up that door since it was your bedroom. He was so drunk that he sat on the stairs for about an hour. I was waiting in here for him to leave, and I guess I fell asleep. Sorry…" He had his hand on the back of his neck and looked at me apologetically. He looked adorable, and I couldn't even pretend to be mad at him.
"Is he still downstairs?" I looked at Isaac and saw him shrug his shoulders.
"I've been asleep. But I haven't heard anything." I nodded my head.
I got up from the bed and grabbed my lighter robe. "Well, I better go downstairs and check on our guest." I smiled at him. "Want a cup of coffee or anything?"
I looked up at Isaac with a smile, but it dropped when I saw that he was wearing a serious expression. "I want to see him."
I shook my head no. "You know you can't do that. Not right now. Not while the cops still think that you murdered someone."
"Not someone. My father. It's okay, you can say it." I gave him a sympathetic small smile. I knew his dad wasn't a nice guy, but he was still his father.
"I can't let you go down there Isaac." I said sadly. "I'm so sorry…"
Isaac started nodding his head, and I saw that his lips were in a thin line. "Then I will get my name cleared." He said it like it was something that could be done simply.
"And how are you going to do that?" I asked skeptically.
"I'm going to find Jackson and make him retract his statement about me and my dad fighting that night. That's the only lead they have on his murder. If I get rid of that, then they can't hold the charges on me." He spoke like he was thinking out loud.
"Just promise me that you won't hurt him." I begged. I knew that Jackson could be an ass, well actually he was an ass, but he was still like a little brother to me in some ways. I didn't want to see him get hurt.
"Why do you care so much about him? He broke up with your sister, and he's doing everything he can to screw over the pack. So why do you still want to protect him?" Isaac asked in disbelief.
"Because we have history. He broke up with Lydia because he is scared. You don't understand him like I do. I don't want him hurt." I looked at him more seriously. "You owe me that." The last part I knew would get him. He did owe me that, and I knew he knew that.
"Alright. I won't hurt him." Isaac said, defeated.
I nodded my head one last time before I headed down the stairs.
I reached the last step and saw that Camden was still asleep. Bless his heart. I knew it wasn't easy to tell me what he did last night. He basically spilled his guts and soldiers didn't do that. Then again I abused the power of alcohol, so I guess that made me the bad guy.
I walked over to the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee. I was getting two cups out of the cabinet when I heard Camden moving slightly on the couch.
"Morning Sleeping Beauty." I smiled at him. He looked up at me, a little groggily. I poured him a cold glass of water and took two aspirin over to him.
"I prefer Ariel." He smiled at me. He leaned his head back after he took the pills. I laughed a little bit at his Disney princess reference. I chuckled again at the frequent Disney usage in conversation from the past few days.
"Why Ariel?" She was probably the most annoying to guys because she didn't speak for half the movie.
"I liked her hair." She was the only redheaded princess, I knew that much. I decided to ignore that comment because I didn't know what to say to it.
"Well, how are you feeling this morning? I have a pot of coffee brewing if you want some." He looked at me and gave me a sweet smile. "I also have tea, if you'd rather have that. But I find that caffeine helps with the hangover."
"Has anyone ever told you that you were an angel?" I honestly thought about that.
"I don't think so." I shook my head.
Camden pulled out his phone and I assumed checked the time. "Dear Lord, I need to get going." He groaned.
"But first let me make you a cup of Joe to go." I said cheerfully. I honestly didn't have a problem with him being here. But with his fugitive brother secretly upstairs, I figured it was a good idea for him to leave. So I didn't argue with him.
I patted his knee before standing and told him to give me a minute. I got out a to-go cup and poured him a cup. I asked him his cream and sugar preference, but just like a soldier, he wanted it black. I shook my head as I handed it to him. I didn't see how people could drink it like that.
I sat back down with my own cup of coffee. I set the cup down on a coaster on my table.
Camden reached over and placed squeezed my hand lightly, but it only lasted a second. He did that thing that Isaac always does. He wanted to squeeze my hand, so he did. But now he was second guessing whether he should have done it or not.
"I've only know you for like a week, and you have already proven to be a better friend that most people I have been friends with for years." That compliment made my heart feel warmer. That was another thing that he and Isaac had in common. They could really make a person feel better about themselves.
"Well, you are welcome." I smiled at him.
He looked at his phone again and stood up. He took in the sight of the pillow and covers and then looked at me. "Don't worry about it. I'll clean it up." I waved off his worried expression.
He gave me an appreciative smile and then I walked him to the door. "Next time we hang out, I promise that I won't get so drunk that I pass out on your couch."
"Sounds like a plan." I said with another smile before closing the door.
I went back to my chair and put on the morning cartoons. The really old ones. Nothing could beat them.
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I was sitting there with my second cup of coffee and still watching the cartoons with Isaac sitting on the end of the couch with the pillow in his lap. He had made himself a scrambled egg sandwich. I laughed when he laughed so hard he nearly spit out his mouthful of eggs.
The doorbell rang and I walked over to the front door with my cup of coffee in hand. I pulled the door open and wasn't surprised at all to see that it was Derek.
"Are you going to wait for an invitation this time, or just walk in anyways?" I asked him, only partly joking.
He walked through the doorway, just to be a jerk. "Hey Isaac." He nodded his head to the boy. Then something seemed to catch his attention. He walked into the living room and I closed to door before following him. He looked at the couch and then looked at me. "Are you making him sleep on the couch?"
He seemed to be offended by this. I took it as his alpha protectiveness coming through.
"No. That's where Camden slept." I said without really thinking. I saw the anger flare in his eyes.
"Camden? As in Camden Lahey? Isaac's brother?" I laughed at Derek's three questions that were all asking the same thing.
"Yes. The cute, soldier, older brother of Isaac. That's right." I head Derek give out a very low growl.
"Is that why you weren't answering the phone last night. I must have called you twenty times." Derek sounded frustrated. "And then I called you some more this morning. But it went straight to voice mail." I walked over and picked up my phone from the small stand next to Isaac. Sure enough it was dead.
"It must have died. Sorry about that." I shrugged my shoulders at Derek.
"And what? Were your hands too busy to plug it into a charger? What were you doing last night with Camden?" I gripped my cup of coffee a little tight and glared at Derek.
"I sat on the couch and listened to him break down crying about Isaac and the war he was in. Sorry, but my phone was the last thing on my mind. He passed out on the couch, and I didn't have the heart to wake him up and make him leave. He had a pretty rough night. And I think that out of the both of us, you are the last one to making any accusations about what I was doing with Camden." I looked at him pointedly. He knew what I meant and I watched as he dropped his anger glare.
I started walking into the kitchen, already angry. Derek hadn't been here but for five minutes and he had my blood boiling.
"It's a Kanima." He said softly.
I looked up at him, lost. "What's a Kanima?"
"The thing that has been killing people. It's a Kanima." Derek said. So that's why he was in such a hurry to get in touch with me.
"But what is it? Why is it killing people?" Derek shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know much about it. But I do have an idea about who it is…" He said without looking me in the eye. Isaac was now by Derek's side. He wasn't speaking, but he was definitely listening to everything that was being said.
Derek looked up and he was almost begging me for something, but I didn't what. "Jackson. I think that it is Jackson." He said a little quietly, but still confidently.
I shook my head furiously. "I think I would know if he was a murdering monster. I've known his since he was a kid, Derek." I tried to reason with him.
"But maybe he has just now become the Kanima." Derek said.
"What do you mean?" I knew he had a theory, and I honestly wanted to hear it.
"I bit him. But he hasn't changed. His body started to reject the bite, but he didn't die. Maybe he has always been a Kanima, but the bite somehow triggered it." Derek offered up his theory.
I thought about it, but I still couldn't believe it. I would know. I know I would know. How could I not know?
"I don't believe that." I shook my head again. "I want you to leave him alone unless you get more proof." I requested of Derek.
"I can't do that." I slammed my coffee cup down on the counter. I was tired of Derek just making decisions without thinking of anyone else but himself. "Jules…"
"Don't Jules me. I'm asking you, no, I'm begging you. Please, don't go after Jackson." Derek started shaking his head, and in frustration, I went to pick up my cup and start furiously washing it.
When I picked it up though, part of it broke. I guess when I slammed it on the counter, it cracked. A piece of the glass cut into my hand and I hissed as I pulled it back. My hand was bleeding and I turned on the faucet to let the cold water wash over it.
"Damn it Jules…" Derek sighed as he came around the counter and began looking for a dish cloth.
"Second drawer to you left." Isaac announced. Derek got a dish cloth and I looked up at Isaac.
"In medicine cabinet, there's a small first aid kit. In that should be some gauze and stuff. Can you get it?" Isaac nodded his head and walked over to get the stuff I requested.
Derek looked at me with a small smile playing on his lips. "Same hand as last time." I thought back to that god awful dinner I tried to impress Laura with. I couldn't help but smile a little bit too.
"I know of a way of testing Jackson without hurting him." Derek said softly.
"And what's that?" Isaac handed the ointment, butterfly stitches, and gauze to Derek. He started patching up my hand.
"Test him with the poison. If he is the Kanima, then it won't affect him." Derek said simply.
And I thought about it for a moment. Derek finished wrapping the gauze around my hand and I looked up at him.
"I'm coming with you." I said as I looked up into his eyes.
"Me too." Isaac pitched in.
"Give us a few minutes to get ready and we'll meet you there." I told Derek. He held my hand for a few seconds longer before nodding his head. He knew better than to argue with me.
Derek left and Isaac smiled at me.
"As cute as that little moment was between you two where he was fixing up your hand, I've got something that is even cuter to show you." He lifted up the coffee cup that had cut me. It had a just a small piece missing at the rim. "It's chip!" He smiled brightly.
"Oh my…. Just shut up Isaac." I shook my head and went upstairs to change.
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I was standing on the opposite of the small space than Derek. The door opened, and Erica was pushing Jackson down the stairs.
"Hey Jackson." Derek smiled. I knew that smile; it was the smile he got when he had bad thoughts.
"Yeah, hey Jackson." Isaac chimed in, and when I glanced over at him, I saw that he had the same look that Derek had. I don't think that I liked the effect Derek was having on Isaac.
Jackson looked at me. And he looked pissed and shocked. "Jules? What are you doing here? Are you in on this?" Yeah, he was definitely more pissed than shocked.
"I'm here to make sure that he doesn't hurt you." I kept my eyes on Derek. He refused to look at me.
"What happened during the full moon?" Derek asked without looking up at Jackson.
"Nothing. Nothing happened." Jackson said, clearly upset and frightened.
"You're lying." Derek said. "You know what you remind me of Jackson?" Derek asked as he started to put on a pair of black gloves.
No one said anything, and Derek looked up and smiled. "A snake."
He stood up and holding a piece of broken mirror nodded at Isaac and Erica. Erica held Jackson, as Isaac forced his mouth open and tilted his head back. Derek leaned the end of the mirror into Jackson's mouth and a drop of liquid came off the mirror and entered Jackson mouth.
Erica and Isaac let him go and Derek looked up at me. I took that as my permission to go to Jackson. I rushed to his side, and felt his body go limp in my arms.
I looked up at Derek and glared at him. "Are you happy now?" I asked him furiously. There was no need to do this, although I knew it was better than the alternative.
Derek didn't say anything, he and Erica just started walking away. Isaac lingered behind and looked at me. He had a devious look in his eyes and he leaned down.
"You promised." I reminded of his promise to not hurt Jackson.
"There's just one more thing you have to do Jackson…" Isaac told Jackson to retract what he told the cops. He told him that he was to go to the sheriff and tell him that he didn't see anything that night.
And Jackson would do it. I saw the fear in his eyes. I sat there and held him until the paralysis wore off.
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Jackson was so mad at me for being there when Derek did his test that once he was able to walk he had basically run up the stairs. He wanted to get far away from me.
I went back home and decided to work a little bit down in my shop.
It had only been maybe an hour when my phone started ringing.
"Hey Jackson. I was hoping that you would forgive me. I'm sorry. But if I wasn't there, Derek probably would have done a lot worse…"
"They think it is Lydia." He interrupted my apology rant.
"Who thinks it is Lydia?" I just hoped he didn't say Derek. If Scott and Stiles thought it was Lydia, I knew they wouldn't hurt her. But if Derek, well I honestly didn't know what he would do.
"Your jerk of a boyfriend's goons. I heard them talking in the hallway. They plan to test Lydia after this class, during chemistry." I felt my heart go numb.
I had to think fast. "Jackson, I need you to find Scott and Stiles. Tell them that Derek thinks Lydia is the Kanima. They'll protect her until I can get there." He agreed and I hung up the phone. I wiped off my hands.
I ran up the stairs and dialed Derek's number as I grabbed my keys.
It went straight to voicemail. Of course it did.
Derek. You listen to me. If you lay a single finger on her, I will break it. If you lay a hand on her, I will cut it off. You leave her alone. Or I will go all Columbiana on your asses and kill you all.
I probably wouldn't really kill them. But I would put them in a hospital. I had a stock of wolfs bane and I'm not afraid to use it.
I drove to the school as fast as I could.
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I ran into the school and demanded the front desk lady to call up Lydia. She looked at me like I was a rude person, but she did as I asked.
I waited in the lobby. Stiles sent me a text.
She didn't pass the test. The poison didn't do anything to her.
Shit. Now Derek would definitely be after her. I tried dialing his number again, but all I got was a voicemail.
I have a basement full of an arsenal to kick an army of werewolves. And I'm not above using it all on you if you touch her.
I ended the message quickly when I saw Lydia walking up the hallways. She looked cute, shorter cream color dress with a pink jacket. It was very much Lydia.
"Uhh… what are you doing here?" Lydia asked, but once she got closer she shook her head in disbelief. "Mom sent you didn't she? To make sure that I went to my therapy session." I nodded my head.
"Exactly… I tried to tell her to have some faith in you. But you know how mom can be." I lied. Mom never called, but I couldn't let her know that the real reason I was here was to protect her from an alpha that wants to kill her.
"Well, my therapist is in there. And my appointment starts in three minutes. So I guess I am going to go in there now. You can call mom and tell her that I'm being an obedient little child." Lydia said condescendingly and I almost laughed, but I didn't.
Instead I moved out of her way and that's when I heard my phone beep.
Turn around. I'm outside.
It was a text from Derek. I turned and saw that he was leaning up against his car, looking at the front of the school.
I marched through the doors and down the steps.
"You bastard. She is my sister!" I shouted. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me out of the parking lot. "Let go of me!"
"Quit screaming at me or someone will come out here." He said harshly.
He stopped and we were standing in the openness of the lacrosse field.
"I haven't touched her Jules…" Derek said more calmly now.
"But you sent Isaac and Erica after her!" I rebutted.
"To test her, that's it!" Derek was lying through his teeth. After everything, he wanted to lie to me. And about my own sister.
"Bullshit!" I spat the word at him. "You're not touching her…" I warned him.
"She didn't pass the test Jules." He reminded of what Stiles said in the text earlier.
I heard a noise and when I turned I saw Scott and Boyd facing off with each other. I started to run over there to them. Scott needed some kind of help.
Derek followed after me. "She didn't pass the test." He repeated and this time Scott looked over at Derek.
"I'm not going to let you kill her." Scott announced. At least I knew I had one werewolf in my corner.
"Who said he was going to do it?" Boyd said. I cut a look at Derek and he averted my gaze.
"Call them off Derek." I demanded. Derek just kept his eyes on Scott. "She's my sister!" I kept thinking that the feelings he had for me would play a bigger role in his decisions than what they were. But when he looked at me, he looked at me with the eyes of an alpha. He wasn't thinking of the Derek that I still loved, he was thinking as the alpha of his pack.
"She might be your sister now, but at night she turns into a homicidal murdering lizard." I shook my head.
"She could be immune." Scott offered out another theory.
"She was bitten by an alpha Scott." He looked at me. "You two don't understand. She's exactly like us. We are all shape shifters." He looked at Scott. "It happens rarely, and it happens for a reason. Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are." He looked at me again. He was trying to reason with me, but he should know that I would protect my sister at all costs. "Even you have cold her cold blooded before." That was true, but I didn't actually mean it. "I've never heard of any one being immune. It doesn't exist. It's never happened."
I took a step closer to him. "What about Jackson?" I challenged his theory. He was bitten by an alpha, and didn't turn or die. Then he was given the poison and was paralyzed. In theory, he was immune to the bite.
Derek opened his mouth to say something, but then I saw him stop and think.
"I have a theory… Somehow Lydia's immune and she passed it on to Jackson." One point for Scott.
"That theory actually makes a lot of sense Derek." I backed Scott up.
"No." Was all Derek said.
"You can't do this Derek!" I felt an involuntary tear drop fall down my face. This was my sister, my baby sister. I wouldn't let him hurt her.
"I can't let her live!" Derek screamed back at me.
"You know, I came out here to talk to you, I was hoping that you would listen. I was hoping that somehow I could convince you to back off. But then again," Scott grinned, and I knew he had a plan. "I wasn't counting on it."
Derek and Boyd took off to find Erica and Isaac. Scott filled me in on the plan. I hugged his neck.
"For a bunch of high school kids, you guys are pretty darn smart. Thank you." I pulled back and Scott smiled.
"We're not going to let him hurt her."
I nodded my head. "Okay. So, you go into the school and see if you can find Isaac and Erica. I'm going to go to the cops and send them over before they can hurt Lydia." Scott headed back towards the school and I got into my car to drive to the police station.
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An hour later, I pulled up at the house that Scott said they had taken Lydia. I saw Derek and Boyd standing outside. I got out of my car and rushed towards the house.
Derek grabbed me and stopped me though. "If you go in there, they'll hurt you." He said in my ear.
"If they hurt Lydia. I'll hurt them." I threatened.
I couldn't break free of his grip, and I couldn't get free enough to reach down and get the blade that was in my boot. I listened to all the growls and breaking of glass and watched as the lights went out one by one in the house.
The front door opened up, and both Isaac and Erica were thrown out. Scott, Allison, and Stiles stepped out on the front porch. Derek let me go and I smiled up at them.
Derek made some comment about how Scott was already an alpha of his own pack. But I wasn't really paying attention to their conversation. Lydia and Jackson weren't anywhere to be found. That's when we all heard a strange howl/hiss and we all glanced up at the roof. The Kanima was crawling on top of the roof and looking down at us.
Just then Lydia marched out and I could tell that she had been crying and was now currently freaking out.
"Would someone please tell what in the hell is going on?" She demanded.
I rushed up to her and wrapped her up in a hug. She wasn't the Kanima. Jackson was.
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I got home and found the house empty. I had driven Lydia home myself. I just felt better making sure she was home.
I figured that Isaac would be here by now, then again maybe he knew how pissed off I was that he went after my sister. I understood he was following orders, but I just thought that after everything I had done for him, he would at least have second thoughts about it. Then again, Derek didn't seem to have second thoughts about it either. And I had dated him for years.
A knock came at my door and I figure it was Derek coming to apologize. I thought about not answering it, but the person knocked again. I swung the door open and was pleasantly surprised to find Camden standing on my front porch.
"Hey there." I smiled at him.
He pulled a bottle out from behind his back. It was exactly the same bourbon that we had drank the night before. "This is an apology and a thank you gift, for drinking all your liquor and for you allowing me to crash on your couch." He handed the bottle to me and I graciously took it.
"Come on in." I stepped aside to let him enter the house. I walked into the kitchen to put the bottle up.
My phone started ringing and I saw that it was my mom. "I really should take this. Just give me a minute?"
"Sure. I'm just going to go upstairs and use the bathroom." He jerked his thumb up the stairs and I nodded my head.
The conversation with my mom didn't last too long. She was just asking me about Lydia's therapy and if Lydia had opened up to me at all, which she hadn't.
I hung up the phone and walked up the stairs. I had been on the phone with my mom for like twenty minutes. What had Camden been doing up there?
I looked to the bathroom but the door was open and he wasn't in there. I walked down the hall and found him sitting on one of the guest beds. He was holding something.
"Hey. I thought that you had fallen in or something. What are you doing in here?" He looked up at me and his eyes were deadly.
"What are you doing with this?" He asked so quietly that at first I hadn't thought I heard him correctly.
"Oh, well umm... I'm not sure exactly. Where did you find it?" He held up a little figurine. It looked like an army dude and it was silver.
"This is Isaac's. I gave it to him when he was twelve. Right after I got out of boot camp. I know it is Isaac's because I had 'C.L.' engraved on the bottom of it." He held the bottom of the figurine and pointed to the engraving.
"Oh."I had meant to come with something clever to get me out of this, but 'oh' was what came out of my mouth.
Camden stood up. "You've known where he was the whole time haven't you?" He accused. "Has he been staying here?"
"It's really not that simple." I said, but Camden was calming down at all. So talking reason to him was probably not going to be the easiest thing to do right now.
"I want to see him. Where is he at?" He demanded.
I put up my hand to try and calm him down. "Camden… just wait a second alright?"
He took a step towards me. "Take me to my brother Julie." He said seriously and coldly.
"I can't." I said a little defeated. Right now, I really wanted to betray Derek and Isaac. And I probably should after what had happened today. But I couldn't make myself do it.
"Can't or won't?" He demanded.
"Both." I said as I dropped my head. "He's alright. I can tell you that. He's been safe this whole time, and he is doing better than he ever has been."
"I trusted you." He said with hate coming out of his mouth. "I sat on your couch and told you stuff that I had never told anyone before." He was now feeling betrayed, and rightfully so. "You sat there and listened to me breaking down because I couldn't find him. And you've known where he was the whole time." He stepped by me. "Whatever friendship we just had, is broken. I can't believe you would have done this." He shook his head and started jogging down the stairs.
I followed after him and called out his name but he ignored me. I just lost the only friend I had in this town.
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