A/N: I know this is kind of a bad chapter, it was more to show the emotion and stuff. Please review though, it inspires me to write. I've got 94 follows on this story and I just want a little more reviews :[ One of my favorite Derek hale x OC stories was deleted because they got so many follows / favs but little reviews. But just even one little world like 'Great!' is helpful. Thanks guys :]
Chapter Ten:
Pain
Chapter Song: Down by Jason Walker / Off I Go by Greg Laswell
She was passed out. Cold. Her breathing was steady and slow, like she was in a deep sleep. But she was completely knocked out. A pained, but quiet, groan escaped a mans mouth as he bent down. His hands tucked a piece of hair behind her ear after he turned her around onto her back, a few drips of blood smearing on his fingertips. The gym smelled strongly of blood, a mixture of her own and the dead janitor mangled in the rafters of the bleachers. He might even smell some of his own blood. The girl looked peaceful, even thought what she just went through was the complete opposite.
"Stilinski, what is your boy doing here?" The footsteps and voice of multiple cops were coming straight for the gym. A pair of lips lightly came in contact with the girls, and suddenly, the man was gone.
"Got me, you know him, he's always—the hell? Katherine?" Sheriff Stilinski stopped dead in his tracks as he entered the poorly lit gym. "Katherine!" He called, him and his partners quickly rushed over to the passed out girl. The Sheriff knelt down, checking the girls pulse. As he reached around to lift her up, he felt his hand come in contact with something sticky and liquid. He pulled his hand back, a red stain tainting his fingers.
A hard, loud, pounding entered my head as I slowly came back to consciousness. I had just broken apart from a dream that seemed so real, I had been passed out in the gym. Derek, at least I thought it was Derek, had come for me after the Alpha attack but Sherriff Stilinski came, interrupting our moment. My eyes were closed, but I could still see the harsh light in the room. Soon enough, the sounds of multiple people talking from all different distance's came into earshot. I could hear a wrap of tape being unrolled. A cold wind touched my shoulders and the goose bumps on my arms grew larger. Slowly, I inched my eyes open to be blinded by a giant white florescent overhead. I turned my head to the right and observed my surroundings. Sitting up, my bones and muscles shot aching pain through out my body. I was sitting in an ambulance. An EMT was helping a man sitting on the edge of it. Outside the ambulance, it was still night. Tons of blue, red, and white lights were flashing from police cars. My vision caught the sight of my brown jacket strewn over a chair in the corner of the ambulance.
"How are you feeling?" A young EMT to my left startled me.
"What happened?" I asked, pinching the sides of my temples.
"The police found you in the gymnasium, a bit scratched up. Do you remember what happened?" A policeman climbed into the ambulance, mumbling something to the EMT working on the man in front of me.
"No." I lied, a memory of the Alpha's red eyes flashed across my vision.
"Do you agree with the statement made by Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski that the attacker was Derek Hale?" The policeman with the last name 'Deering' questioned.
"No." I harshly stated, "I don't know who it was. But I don't think it was Derek."
"Then who was it?" Deering asked, playing twenty questions with me.
"Like I said, I don't know who it was. I never saw him." Deering scribbled something down on a note pad.
"Smith to Deering, nothing in the gym but blood from the girl. All clear, should we move out?" A voice radioed over the walkie-talkie placed in Deerings belt. He exited the ambulance to answer.
"How are you feeling," The EMT repeated, "do you need any pain relievers?"
"No, I'm fine."
"Alright. As for your cuts, try not changing the bandage tonight because the one on your abdomen is a bit deep, but still not deep enough for stitches." I received a cut on my abdomen? How come I didn't remember that? I looked down to see a blood stain on my white shirt near my abdomen. "The ones on your back and shoulders, same thing. But as long as you take care of them, they should be fine. Change the bandages at least once a day—I know it may be gross, try not to look." He chuckled, seeing a disgusted look cross my face. That was my plan from the very beginning.
"Can I go now? I have to see if my friends are okay." The EMT nodded and I got up, my head wobbling. After grabbing my jacket off the chair, I hopped out of the ambulance.
"Katherine, are you okay?" I turned around to be greeted by Dr. Deaton, being fixed on by an EMT. He was the man sitting on the edge of the ambulance. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be the Alpha! And he was still bleeding from what Derek did earlier…he wasn't the Alpha. If he was, he would have been healed. Back to square one. I nodded reluctantly. The EMT walked to a policeman that was calling him over.
"So Derek was the guy chasing you around?" He raised a brow, not believing this.
"Scott says he saw him." My lips formed a line.
"Do you really believe Scott?" I looked over to the EMT who had taken care of me, he was busy inside the ambulance, not listening to Deaton and I.
"It really doesn't matter whether I do or not." My voice cracked.
"What happened back at the vet?" He asked quietly.
"Nothing. You don't have to worry about Derek bothering you anymore." I assured with a nod, blinking a few tears out of my vision, and walked off. Deaton sat there, confused while he watched me walk away, but unknowing to me, he got the gist of what was going on. My eyes wandered and found Scott and Stiles talking to Sheriff Stilinski. Sherriff Stilinski walked away not noticing me venturing over. The lights from the police cars were giving me more of a headache than before.
"Well, the Alpha successfully ruined my favorite shirt." I complained walking up to the boys and examining my jacket to see puncture wounds in the shoulder area, "and jacket." I sighed.
"Oh my god, you're alive!" They tackled me in a hug.
"Yeah." I blankly answered, not sounding to happy though I was alive and not a werewolf.
"What happened?" Scott asked.
"The Alpha attacked me, you don't remember?" My brows pushed together.
"What? He attacked me? Did he bite you?" Stiles asked. I shook my head.
"Just a few cuts." Stiles looked down to the bloody area on my shirt. Scott had stayed silent.
"Cuts? Or wounds?"
"I'll be fine. I don't get what happened though."
"Well, we survived. You know, we outlasted the Alpha. It's still good, being alive, even with a few cuts-wounds whatever you want to call it." Stiles half-heartedly smiled.
"When we were in the Chemistry room, he walked right past us. You don't think that he heard us? He knew exactly where we were." I told the boys. Scott didn't need to hear this from me. He already knew it.
"Then how come we're still alive? Especially you, if you got attacked what are you still doing here?"
"It wants me in its pack, but it wants me to get rid of my old pack." Scott announced.
"What do you mean? What old pac—"
"He means us." I gravely noticed, interrupting Stiles.
"The Alpha doesn't want to kill us." Stiles realized, flabbergasted.
"He wants me to do it," Scott sighed, "and that's not even the worse part."
"How in holy hell is that not the worst part?" He sarcastically laughed.
"Because when he made me shift, I, I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. Jackson, Lydia, you, and even Allison," he told Stiles, "the Alpha already had you covered, he told me not to kill you yet, so I went after them."
"But you never hurt them." I was shocked that the Alpha told Scott not to kill me, yet, what kind of game was this?
"I was able to turn back. I found something to calm me down."
"Allison." I realized, expecting it to be her.
"Allison," He repeated, a faint smile tugging on his lips. He turned around to see Allison walking farther into the parking lot, "Allison!" Scott called, turning away from us and jogging over to her. A few policeman communicating with themselves via walkie-talkie's past us. One of them was even talking about me.
"He just left me there with the Alpha." I shook my head.
"He didn't mean to. Aren't you the slightest bit curious to why the Alpha didn't kill you? Or even bite you?" I caught the sight of Sheriff Stilinski ordering a countywide search for criminal Derek Hale. Didn't they see his body somewhere in the shadows? Of course I was curious about why I wasn't dead or a werewolf, but now, I wasn't in the mood for any of this.
"I don't really care right now."
"Do you want me to take you home?" Stiles asked, seeing tears forming in my burning eyes. I blinked them away.
"If you could." My voice sounded weak and vulnerable. I began walking to his jeep, slipping on my jacket.
"Katherine, there's one more thing." The reluctance in Stiles voice was evident. I stopped and turned around.
"When we were escorted out of the building, Derek's car was gone…so was his body." I breathed out of my nose and shook my head.
"The Alpha took his body and his car?" Stiles nodded. My lips formed a tight line and all I did was nod, "of course." I whispered and walked to Stiles car.
Stiles stopped his Jeep a few spaces down from my car at the Beacon Hills Crossing Homes. The ride was silent. I kept to myself and forced myself not to cry in the car with Stiles. It was hitting me like a ton of bricks now that Derek was dead.
"Bye Stiles." I quietly said, shutting the door behind me. Droplets of rain began falling on my hair and face. I walked over the parking space Derek had walked over earlier. It was like I could feel his presence beside me. I pressed the unlock button on my keys and slid myself into the car, the cut on my abdomen burning. I didn't care. I sat in the car without bothering to turn it on. The keys were in my lap, but I didn't bother grabbing them. I stared out the window, the rain droplets beginning to taint the clearness of it, and I swear, I could see Derek and I walking out of there from earlier. His hand was squeezing mine. My hands tightened its grip on the steering wheel and my nails dug into the leather wrapping. My lips formed a line and I squeezed my eyes shut. A lone tear burned a path down my cheek, rolling onto my lips, its saltiness creeping into my mouth. My lungs felt tight, like I couldn't breathe. I looked to my left, seeing Stiles was still here and he was looking directly at me. All I did was give him a blank, sad, look for about five seconds until I looked away. I turned on the car and drove home with tears blocking my vision for most of the ride back. Ten minutes of silence later, I arrived home and cut the engine. I sat there for about three minutes, in utter silence, thinking how Derek was dead. That and how I was going to explain this to my parents. I zipped my jacket up and made sure the bloodstains on my shirt weren't showing. I covered the puncture holes of my jacket with my hair and I reluctantly headed to the front door. The front lights were still on, meaning my parents were up. I wiped any stray tears away from my face and walked inside.
"Katherine? Katherine? Oh honey, are you okay? We got a call from Stiles' father. Something about there being an attack at the school?" My mother, dressed in a pair of pajamas, came rushing through the kitchen and grabbed me in a hug.
"I'm fine, I'm fine."
"Were you hurt? What happened?"
"No, I'm fine, see? Some person just tried attack us, but, we're fine."
"Do they know who it was?" She eagerly asked, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. As much as I'd like to blame it on some unknown man, news would be out in just hours that the main suspect was Derek Hale.
"Scott thinks it was Derek Hale, but I don't think it was."
"Derek Hale? Wasn't he just arrested for murdering that girl in the woods?"
"He wasn't the one who murdered her." I defended.
"Why don't you think it was him? Did the police question you?"
"Mom, I'd love to talk about this but I'm just really tired."
"Why do you look like you've been crying? Honey, you can tell me if there's something wrong."
"No, I'm fine, it was just scary. I'm going to bed, alright?" Once again, I was pushing my mother away from me. She was hurt by it.
"Alright baby, call me if you need anything." She sighed and then engulfed me in one last overly tight hug and then walked down the hallway to her room while I headed up the stairs to the bathroom. As I flipped on the bathroom light, the downstairs ones shut off. I shut the door behind me and unzipped my jacket, revealing my bloody shirt. I threw my jacket onto the ground and stripped of my shirt, leaving myself to stay in my jeans and lace trim bra. By looking in the mirror, I examined where my cuts were. There was a large gauze pad taped to my right side and then there was two smaller pads on my lower shoulder blades where the Alpha's nails had pierced into my skin. I turned back around from examining the damage and switched the faucet on, taking my shirt and putting it under the running water. The scent of the blood became more evident as my nose caught a whiff of it, my stomach twisting inside. The clear water running into the sink became tainted as the red liquid mixed into it and ran down the drain. I wrung the shirt out, my hands becoming red from my blood, and more of the red liquid spilled into the sink. The sight of blood kept making my mind flash back to when Derek was pulled upwards by the Alpha, blood pouring out of his mouth. I hardly realized I had been crying until I subconsciously wiped a tear away with the back of my hand. I refused to look at myself in the mirror, I knew if I did I'd see some vulnerable, crying, heartbroken girl who was torn to pieces because she just watched her boyfriend die. I couldn't see myself like that.
So I refused to look.
But acting strong by myself didn't last to long. I found myself throwing my shirt into the sink, water splashing up at me, and I backed up to the wall behind me, hyperventilating into my hands. I slid down the wall and began crying. As much as I wanted to prevent myself from breaking down like this, I couldn't help it. I thanked God my parents wouldn't hear me since they were downstairs and the running water in the sink blocked out my quiet sobs. Derek was dead, and there was nothing I could do about it. All I wanted to do was scream. Scream to get rid of all of the pressure building up in my body. But as much as I wanted to scream, I kept it concealed in my lungs and I quietly sobbed to myself. I may have lived past tonight, but the nightmares are going to be enough to kill me. The heartbreak too.
My eyelids weakly lifted themselves, letting my eyes be greeted by the sight of a cheery, bright room. Ugh, God, why weren't my curtains closed. All I wanted to do was sleep all day, keep to myself. I cried in the bathroom for god knows how many hours last night. I didn't remember ever getting into bed or even changing into a pair of sweats. The sound of shuffling in my room caught my attention. My brows furrowed and I rolled onto my back to see Stiles picking up one of my perfumes and clumsily dropping it, causing others to fall over. At least the one he dropped was in a plastic bottle.
"How long have you been here?" In the reflection of the mirror, I could see my bare face; eyes still red from last night's events. Oh my God, I looked terrible. My skin was deathly pale, I looked sick. Even with it being Stiles, the boy who's seen me in my worst shape, I still felt embarrassed—insecure about not having make-up on in front of him. There were so many more problems than me feeling insecure at the moment though.
"Twenty minutes…I think."
"And what exactly are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?" I asked blankly, no emotion in my voice. I sat up and leaned myself against the wall.
"School's been canceled till Monday," Stiles paused, "and I'm being a good friend, checking up on you." I shut my eyes against the pain as reality came crashing down on me. Everything that happened last night was a reality nightmare.
"So, how are you?" Stiles asked, pulling answers out of me since I refused to talk.
"Fine."
"Katherine." He stubbornly looked to me with the cock of his head.
"I'm fine." I climbed out of bed and ran my fingers through my hair.
"You know, you don't have to play tough guy with me. I know you're upset!"
"I'm in no mood to talk about this right now, Stiles. I'm fine, okay? Now leave."
"Kat, I'm sorry about Derek, but—"
"Leave, Stiles!" I demanded. He puckered his lips in anger.
"You're going to have to open up to someone eventually! Whether it wasgoing to be Derek or now Scott and I, it'll have to happen eventually!" Stiles stormed out of the room. The house was silent as his footsteps trudged down the stairs and shut the door, quite loudly I might add, behind him. I shook my head and walked over to the mirror, staring at myself closely, pointing out every flaw in my skin. My eyes gazed over to the Michael Kors watch lying on my counter. It was a quarter to twelve; God I never slept this late. I felt absolutely disgusting. But, maybe a shower could change that.
It changed nothing. I had to be in there for at least thirty minutes, and it had changed nothing. Though I was clean, I still felt gross. I had successfully changed the bandages on my abdomen and back without looking at the grotesque wound the Alpha left me. I quickly disposed of the bloody bandages and didn't dare to give them another look. I still felt depressed and ugly. I was able to fix the feeling ugly part with a bunch of make up, but I still felt depressed. Lonely was more the word, and it was the worst feeling in the world. I headed down the stairs to find the kitchen silent, with all its lights off. A note was left on the fridge for me that explained how my parents would be back later, school was canceled today, don't go anywhere, etcetera, etcetera. With a loud sigh, I crumbled the paper and tossed it into the trash. Grabbing the remote control on the kitchen counter, I flipped on the TV across the room. The thought of making something for breakfast crossed my mind, but soon went away when I realized the idea of eating was repulsive to me right now. So instead, I brewed myself a cup of coffee.
"In other news, police are still searching for suspect Derek Hale, who trapped six students in the Beacon Hills High School last night. The identities of these six students are still unknown, but—" My thumb strongly pressed down on the power button to shut off the TV. This was the last thing I needed to hear. I leaned my body against the counter and stood there in silence. Last nights events continued to replay in my mind: Scott walking away leaving me defenseless and helpless to the Alpha. I couldn't figure out why I wasn't dead. Don't get me wrong, it was great to be alive minus the pain I was going through, but the question was why? The Alpha was a killing machine and I was supposed to be ripped to shreds right now, mauled by an animal. The coffee machine beeped once the pot was filled to the top with the hazelnut-flavored liquid. I pulled out a ceramic mug from one of the cabinets when I heard the front door open. Even with my back turned the opposite way, I could still tell it was Stiles. While pouring the coffee into the mug, I could hear his footsteps come into the kitchen.
"I thought I told you to leave. Twice." I turned around, wrapping my hands around the piping hot mug.
"I know, but you know me, I don't listen." There was a short pause. "I know you need someone to talk to in the midst of all this. And I brought your favorite." Stiles held his hand up, revealing a pint of Ben and Jerry's. It was Chocolate Fudge Brownie, my favorite ice cream ever. Stiles knew how to persuade me. As much as I didn't want to talk to him, or anyone, I wanted ice cream.
"Sit." I ordered, motioning towards the living room.
"Yes!" Stiles cheered, quickly grabbing two spoons from the silverwear drawer. I put down my coffee on the counter and grabbed two bowls out of the cabinets and walked into the living room, plopping down on the couch with Stiles.
"Wwalk tow me." Stiles said, his mouth already filled with ice cream.
"Stiles, I can't take you seriously like that." I shook my head, taking a big spoon of ice cream and piling it into my bowl.
"Sorry," he gulped, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, "I'm sorry about Derek." He apologized.
"It's not your fault." A hard lump formed in my throat.
"I'd ask if you're okay, but that'd be a dumb question." He half smiled. I shrugged my shoulders.
"What am I going to say," I stated, sighing, "There's nothing I can do. It's only pain. I totally just lost it last night while I was cleaning the blood off my shirt. I lost it."
"You watched him die, you've got the right to lose it."
"It's this pain. It's so real. And there's all these things I can't even explain, so many overwhelming emotions that feel like they can choke you."
"Like a panic attack." Stiles realized.
"Worse. There's this fear running throughout my body knowing that the Alpha's still out there, that we're still subjected to him. And now that's Derek gone…I—I, this was a bad idea." I put my bowl down on the coffee table and stood up, feeling the burning sensation in my eyes.
"Katherine, come on, we were getting somewhere! You're talking about it, that's break through." I walked away from the couch and turned around to face Stiles.
"No it's not break through, it's killing me. Talking about it, is killing me. But I can't just ignore the situation because it still happened." Stiles got off the couch once he realized I was crying and he swallowed me in a hug. I buried my face in his jacket and tried to stop myself from crying.
"Can you at least tell me where we're going? My moms already freaking out about what happened at the school." Scott said as we marched through the woods, the two of us unaware of our destination. Of course, this was Stiles' doing. He called both of us at ten something, after both our parents had fallen asleep, and he forced us to sneak out. Against my better judgment, I went with it.
"Yeah well your moms not the sheriff." Stiles retorted.
"Or an overprotective freak like mine. There's no comparison, trust me. Now can you please tell us where we're going?"
"Seriously, where are we going?" Scott asked.
"You'll see! Just trust me." Note to self: never trust Stiles.
"Can you at least tell me what we're doing out here?" I coldly asked.
"Fine. When your best friend gets dumped—"
"I didn't get dumped! We're taking a break!" Scott corrected.
"Sure, that's what you call it." I rolled my eyes.
"When your best friend gets told by his girlfriend that they're taking a break," he looked from Scott to me, "and your other best friends boyfriend gets killed by a werewolf, you get your best friends drunk." Stiles waved a bottle of Jack Daniels in our faces. My shoulders dropped. That's what we were doing out here? Stiles wanted to get us drunk? He knew I didn't drink. This was torture for me. I wanted to be asleep, getting rid of my pain of being awake right now. Scott looked to me, a sympathizing expression on his face. Unbelievable, I thought as I shook my head, disappointed in Stiles.
"She's just one girl. There's so many girls, so many girls in the sea." Stiles was drunk. Not just tipsy, or woozy, he was full blown drunk—wasted. He was laying on the dirt floor while Scott and I were moping on a boulder. Scott had taken a few sips of the strong smelling alcohol, while I had sat there in silence, barely moving.
"It's fish in the sea." Scott corrected.
"Fish? Why are you talking about fish? I'm talking about girls," my intoxicated friend sighed, "I love girls. I love them. Love them! Especially ones with strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, five foot three. Not that I don't like you, Katherine."
"No offense taken." My lips pursed. I wrapped my arms around me, trying to keep myself warmer. It was freezing outside and my outfit didn't prepare me for this.
"I mean I think you're pretty Katty, but man, got to love those girls with strawberry blonde hair, those green eyes, like—"
"Like Lydia?" Scott clearly knew the answer, we both did, but Stiles seemed surprised to see that his friend knew what he was talking about.
"Exactly. Hey, how did you know I was talking about—about, what was I talking about? Hey you both aren't happy! Take a drink!" Stiles shoved the bottle to Scott.
"I don't want anymore." Scott refused to take it.
"I don't drink." I solidly said.
"You're not drunk?" Stiles asked me, cocking his head.
"I'm not anything." My answer was cold just like how my heart felt.
"Am I drunk?" Stiles curiously questioned.
"You're wasted." Scott answered. I rolled my eyes and continued to stare at the fire Scott had started in a tin garbage can when we came. It was warming me up a bit. A tear rolled down my cheek as I watched the flames flicker against each other. Stiles ruined the moment by making a cheering noise.
"This is torture." I muttered under my breath.
"Come on guys, I know it feels bad—to be dumped and for your creepy werewolf boyfriend to die. I know it hurts, I know, I don't know," he chuckled, "but I know this! Being broken up hurts but being alone is way worse." Stiles warily smiled. My head fell against Scott's shoulder and I sat there, hugging my knees tightly. Stiles burst out a loud laugh, "that didn't make any sense." That's it. I'm done.
"This doesn't make any sense." I got up off the boulder and walked past the drunken boy.
"Hey, where ya goin'?" Stiles sat up, only to fall over.
"Stiles you called me earlier and said this was going to help me. And all it made me do was think about how much my life sucks and how much I really miss Derek. And he's gone! You don't even know how that feels. I know you hated him but you will never understand how hurt I am." I cried, picking up the half empty bottle of whisky.
"And this?" I pointed to the bottle, "No, this isn't going to help me feel better." I chucked the bottle behind me but I never heard a crash.
"Well, look at the two little bitches gettin' their drink on. And hellooo, babe." Two men dressed in ratty, tattered clothing emerged from the forest with dirty smirks on their faces. Their eyes held an evil look to them as they shook the liquid inside the glass bottle. I discreetly backed up towards Stiles. Like he was supposed to help, he couldn't even think correctly.
"Come on babe, we can show you how to party." The short one greasily smiled.
"I don't know what's more pathetic, the fact you're hitting on a high schooler or that you're to cheap to go buy your own alcohol." I barked, my hands on my hips. The two looked at each other and laughed. I refused to let them see my fear.
"Ooh, one with an attitude." The tall African American nodded his head in satisfaction. Ewww.
"Give us the bottle back." Scott demanded.
"Sounds like he wants a drink!" The short one howled.
"I want the bottle." This wasn't good, Scott was about to get angry. And the full moon was tomorrow.
"Scott, maybe we should just go." Stiles sounded normal again.
"You brought me here to get me drunk, Stiles. I'm not drunk yet."
"Well, we want the girl and the bottle." He leaned forward and yanked my wrist. This was not happening tonight, there was no way I was going to get raped by two greasy, drunk, red necks.
"Let me go." I gritted through my teeth. Instead of answering, the man took the Jack Daniels from his friend and took a big swig of it. That was it.
"I said, Let. Me. Go!" I demanded, flicking my wrist up and dug my long nails into the mans arm, as soon as he noticed I kicked him in the side of the knee. He let go and bent down to rub his leg.
"Bitch!" He cursed. Scott walked in front of me and looked at the man.
"Give me the bottle." He demanded. The man was unphased, so Scott repeated, this time in a deep and dark voice. I could see his nails elongate and turn into claws.
"Scott…" Stiles warned, sobering up. The man, almost shaking he was so terrified, handed the bottle to Scott, who quickly chucked it so it shattered against a tree bark. They ran away and Scott began walking away. I helped up a drunk Stiles and we hurried to catch up with Scott. On the way to catch up with him, I swore that there was a rustling in the bushes. The feeling that someone—something watching us came over me. It's just an animal, I convinced.
"Please tell me that was because of the break up. Or is it because tomorrows the full moon?" Scott never answered me but in no time we reached Stiles car. "
"Goin home now, ehh?" Stiles asked as he slipped into the car, "I want to drive." He gave me a crooked smile.
"There's no way in hell you're driving." I slammed his door shut.
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^ Katherine's outfit during the 'drunk Stiles' / forest scene. obviously remove the ( )