Magic Bullet
Calla stirred in her bed and suddenly awoke. She rolled over to check her alarm clock, which read 2:07 am.
She groaned. "Seriously?" she licked her lips and sat up, pushing the blankets off of her, and swung her legs over the side of her bed.
Calla quietly made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a small glass from the cabinet. She filled it halfway up with water and leaned against the counter, sipping her drink slowly.
She heard voices coming from the dining room and peeked inside, seeing her father and uncle place assault rifles in two dark green duffle bags.
"Is she sure that it was the Alpha?" Gabriel asked.
"She didn't say." Chris answered. "But we should still check it out."
Calla turned her back and took a few steps, but both Hunters walked in before she could hide.
"Calla?" Gabriel questioned. "What are you doing up so early?"
The teenager bit her lip. "I got thirsty and came down to get a glass of water." she answered, turning to face her father. "I was just going back to bed."
Gabriel nodded and slung his duffle over his shoulder and walked his daughter to the staircase.
"So, where are you and uncle Chris going this early?" Calla asked.
"You're aunt Kate just texted, she had car trouble and needs us to come and get her." Gabriel answered.
"Is she okay?" Calla asked. "It's nothing serious is it?"
Gabriel shook his head. "No, just a flat tire." he kissed her forehead. "Go back to bed sweetheart."
Calla nodded and walked up the stairs and headed back to her bedroom. She set her water glass down on her nightstand and climbed under her light blue bedspread, laying on her back. Her eyes drifted closed and she fell back to sleep.
Meanwhile, near the old ironworks district, Chris pulled up his SUV in front of a green Kia. Chris and Gabriel stepped out of the car and approached their sister, Kate.
"Get in." Chris ordered.
"Not even "hello," "nice to see you"?" Kate questioned, raising her eyebrows.
"All I got at the moment is "please put the assault rifle away before someone notices." Gabriel replied.
Kate sighed. "That's the two big brothers I love." she rolled her eyes. "Guys, there were two of 'em."
"The Alpha?" Chris questioned.
"I don't know, but one of them tried to kill me." Kate informed.
"One of them is gonna lead us to the other." Gabriel reminded. "He can't do that if he's dead."
"Well, I can't help kill either of them if one of them kills me first." Kate replied, flipping her hair back.
Gabriel sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. "How long will it take?"
Kate pondered that for a few seconds. "I'd give him 48 hours." she answered. "If that." she tossed her assault rifle in the backseat of her car and slid into the driver's seat.
The three Hunters made their way back home, unaware of the two werewolves who were still nearby.
Scott was confused as to what the three were talking about and shrugged it off, making his way back home.
On the opposite side of the street, Derek leaned against the building's wall, rolling up his shirt sleeve. A bullet wound, located in the crook of his elbow, was bleeding slowly and had a thin line of blue smoke radiating from it.
The next morning, Allison greeted her aunt with a squeal and a hug.
"I don't see you for a year, and you turn into a fricken runway model?" Kate gasped, looking over Allison. "Oh! I hate you."
"I haven't even showered yet." Allison admitted, pulling her knees up to her chest.
"Sweetie, you're a knockout." Kate complimented. "In fact, I hope you have the boys knocking each other's teeth out for your attention."
"I kind of have one." Allison told her, smiling.
"You kind of have one?" Kate repeated. "Well, you should kind of have a million."
Calla knocked on the door, wearing a blush pink floral dress and white flower wedges, with her hair braided to the side. "I heard squealing." she chuckled.
Kate's jaw hit the floor. "Calla." she gasped. "How is it you get cuter every time I see you?"
Calla shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"You look great honey, come here and give your favorite aunt a hug." Kate chuckled.
Calla wrapped her arms around her aunt and hugged her smiling. "I've missed you."
"Sweetie, I've missed you too." Kate replied, pulling away. She looked over her oldest niece. "I bet every guy does a triple take when you walk down the hall, sexy."
Calla chuckled and leaned against the bed. "I guess, I never pay attention."
"Calla's also the cheerleading captain." Allison cut in. "So she's like the most popular girl in school."
"Cheer captain, check you out." Kate giggled.
The senior shrugged her shoulders. "Well, I don't really care about the status."
"I bet the guys in senior class are lining up to ask you out." Kate predicted.
"High school guys, not my type." Calla replied. She looked down and saw a closed duffle on the bed, "Anyway, need some help unpacking?"
When she reached for the bag, Kate grabbed her wrist. "No, not that one." she cut in. "See? You and Allison turn out beautiful, and I end up with this kung fu death grip." she chuckled, releasing Calla's wrist. "Sorry, sweetie. I didn't mean to be so rough."
"It's okay." Calla replied, rubbing her wrist.
"Hey, is everything okay with your car?" Allison asked as her aunt put some things in the bathroom.
"Uh, yeah. I just needed a jumpstart, that's all." Kate answered.
"A jumpstart?" Calla repeated. She shook her head. "Well, I have an early morning study session so I gotta go. See ya Ally."
"Bye Cal." Allison replied as her cousin left the room.
Calla climbed into her Mustang and drove away, tapping the steering wheel to the radio.
She met Brittney in the library to help her study for her English quiz.
"Morning Calla." Brittney greeted.
"Hey Brit." Calla replied, taking the seat next to Brittney.
The school day drew on like normal, and soon it was time for last period, which for some was Sports.
Brittney stood by Calla's locker as she put her homework in her satchel, going over her classes in her head to make sure she didn't miss anything.
"So Cal, about you and Derek." Brittney began.
Calla looked over at her. "What about him and me?" she asked. "We've only been on two dates."
"I just want you to be careful, that's all." Brittney answered, leaning against the lockers. "You're my friend and I don't want to see you get hurt."
Calla slung her duffle bag over her shoulder and shut her locker, sighing. "Don't worry about me Brit, I'm okay." she assured. "Derek's different than any other guy I've met, and I've never gotten too close to anyone like that, since I move all the time." she sighed.
"Just, don't move too fast." Brittney answered. "I don't think Derek is the commitment type and well-don't do anything you might regret later."
Calla nodded. "Don't worry, I'm gonna be fine." she reassured. "I'll be careful, promise."
Brittney returned her friends smile and the two made their way to the field for cheerleading practice.
Unbeknownst to them, Derek was in a corner down the hall, and heard their entire conversation. He remembered what Brittney had told him the night before, and he was starting to wonder exactly what it was about Calla that he was attracted to. He knew about her family, but she didn't seem to know about them or what they do, or even what he is. Derek peeked around the wall and watched as Calla walked away, his eyes glowing blue.
The bell above his head rang, which snapped him out of his haze. He shook it off and made his way to the parking lot, blood dripping from his arm.
Out in the parking lot, Stiles was waiting by his Jeep. Sports practice was over and he was waiting for Brittney, since her car was being serviced and she needed a ride home. The young werewolf ran up to him, smiling.
"Sorry, I forgot my Chemistry book in my locker." she apologized.
"It's okay." Stiles replied. "Let's blow this place."
Brittney nodded. "Thanks again Stiles, I'll pay ya back for gas and stuff." she said, climbing into the passenger seat.
"Nah, don't worry about it." Stiles chuckled. "I'm happy to help. That's what friends do, right?"
"Right." Brittney agreed, tucking hair behind her ear.
Just as Stiles was about to pull out of the parking lot, Derek stepped right in front of his car, and collapsed.
"Oh, my God." he gasped, slamming on the breaks.
"He doesn't look so good." Brittney noted, unbuckling her seatbelt and climbing out of the Jeep.
Stiles honked his horn and Scott rushed over once he saw Brittney kneeling next to Derek.
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked, harshly.
"I was shot." Derek answered, taking deep breaths.
"He's not looking so good, dude." Brittney noted, looking at Scott.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked, slightly frantic.
"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet." Derek answered.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles questioned.
"No, you idiot." Derek scoffed.
"Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Scott gasped.
"What? Who said 48 hours?" Derek asked.
"The woman who shot you." Scott answered.
Derek's eyes suddenly began to glow blue again, and his canines elongated into fangs.
"What are you doing? Stop that!" Scott told him, looking around to see if anyone saw the partial shift.
"I'm trying to tell you, I can't!" Derek growled.
"Derek, get up!" Brittney ordered, lifting the older werewolf to his feet. She helped him into the backseat of Stiles' Jeep.
"I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used." Derek told Scott.
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked.
"Cause she's an Argent. She's with them." the older werewolf answered.
"Why should I help you?" Scott questioned.
"Because you need me." Derek told him, honestly.
Scott sighed. "Fine. I'll try." he agreed. "Get him out of here." he told Stiles.
"I hate you for this so much." Stiles grumbled, speeding out of the parking lot.
From the driver's seat of her Mustang, Calla saw everything, and wondered if Derek was alright or not. Her cell went off with a text alert. It was from her aunt, saying they needed extra car space for groceries and asked if she could swing by the store after school. Before the parking lot traffic moved, Calla replied to the text saying she was on her way.
Allison pulled up to the house a few seconds after Scott.
"How did you…you got here at the same time I did." Allison noted, stepping out of her car.
"Oh, yeah, I just took a shortcut." Scott stuttered. "Really short shortcut."
"What is going on with you today?" Allison asked, grabbing her book bag. "You're acting all kinds of bizarre."
"I'm just stressing about classes." Scott lied. "I'm not doing as good this year."
"Not doing as well. Allison corrected, chuckling. "Maybe we should start with English?" she unlocked the front door and stepped inside. "Don't worry! Nobody's gonna be home for hours." she assured, when Scott hesitated to follow her inside. "Come on."
Scott slowly stepped inside and followed Allison up the stairs to her bedroom.
"I'm still unpacking." Allison informed.
"Uh, haven't you been here for, like, over a month?" Scott questioned, looking at the still full boxes around Allison's room.
"I'm taking my time." Allison admitted, smiling.
Scott nodded and shrugged off his backpack. "So, uh, I figure that we can start with, um, history." he stuttered.
Allison kissed him gently, at first, then it turned into a full-blown make out session. Scott ran his hands up and down Allison's back, his heart rate rising, causing him to start shifting. He gasped and hid his hand under the blanket.
"What's wrong?" Allison asked.
"Nothing." Scott answered, meeting her eyes. "I just, I don't wanna make you feel like you have to do something you don't wanna do." he admitted.
"I'm not doing anything I don't wanna do." Allison replied, chuckling. "Are you?"
"You're seriously asking me that question." Scott chuckled, leaning up to kiss her again.
His cell phone went off.
"Are you gonna answer that?" Allison asked.
"Um, uh, it's probably just Stiles." Scott replied. "It'll go to voice mail. Eventually." he ignored the first call, but the ringer sounded again, followed by a text alert.
Stiles asked if Scott had found the bullet, but he replied that he needed more time.
Calla stood in the meat section of the supermarket, while her aunt was browsing the selections. The teenager took out her phone and tapped on Derek's name in her contact list. She took a few steps back and stood in the canned goods isle, as the line rang.
"Come on Derek, please pick up." she begged, tapping her foot. No luck, she got his voicemail…again. "Hey Derek, me again. Just calling to check on ya, I'm starting to get a little worried. Please call me back or text me or something. Please. Bye." she hung up and sighed.
Calla looked back over her shoulder at Kate, who was still picking out meat for that night's dinner. She composed a text message to Derek, saying 'I don't know if that was you I saw at school earlier, but I'm a little worried. Please let me know your okay.'
"What's up sweetie?" Kate asked, standing right behind her niece.
"Oh nothing." Calla lied, slipping her cell into her pocket. "You finally decide?"
"Yeah, now let's go find the rest of the crew." Kate chuckled.
Calla smiled and walked beside her aunt, but she was still worried about Derek.
"So what are you good at?" Scott asked Allison, curious to know more about the girl who makes him so nervous.
"I'm gonna show you if you promise not to laugh." Allison replied, standing up and walking out of her bedroom.
She led Scott to the garage, where more boxes were stacked off to the side.
"So I was nationally ranked as a kid, and my dad really wanted me to go on, but I don't know. I just didn't really like it." she admitted. "Promise you won't laugh?"
"I promise." Scott replied, looking around the garage.
When he looked back at Allison, she was holding a bow inches from his face. "What the hell is that?" he asked, shocked.
"It's a compound bow, and I'm pretty sure it requires an arrow to be harmful." Allison answered, chuckling.
"So that's what you're good at." Scott breathed. "Archery."
"You said you wouldn't laugh." Allison reminded, putting her compound bow back in the box it was packed in.
"Trust me, I'm not laughing." Scott assured, his eyes moving to the large cabinet towards the back of the garage. He gravitated towards it.
"So I guess I should explain." Allison said, clearing her throat. "We're not some sort of separatist gun-nut family. My dad sells firearms to local law enforcement." she leaned against the open cabinet.
"Oh, that's good." Scott sighed in relief. "So, um Are you planning on joining the family business?"
"I don't know." Allison answered. "You tell me. Would I look hot with a gun?" she asked, putting Scott's hands on her hips.
"Hotter without." Scott answered, leaning down to kiss her.
"Yo guys! Get your asses out of the '50s and come help Calla and I with the groceries!" Kate called.
"Be right there!" Gabriel called back, as he and Chris walked into the garage.
Chris found Scott and Allison hiding behind the SUV. The two teenagers exchanged nervous looks.
The sun was set once everything was unloaded.
"Thanks Scott." Calla said, as the younger teenager shut her car's trunk.
"No prob Calla." Scott replied, chuckling nervously. He turned to Allison and cleared his throat. "So do you still wanna study?"
"I think she'll concentrate better on her own." Chris cut in.
"Guess I'll see you later then?" Scott questioned.
"At school." Chris added.
The couple was about to lean in for a hug, but Chris cleared his throat. "Eh, eh, you, on your bike, you inside." he ordered.
"Oh, come on, uncle Chris." Calla scoffed. "They were making out in the garage, not shooting amateur porn." she chuckled.
Kate put her hand on Scott's shoulder. "You, with the adorable brown eyes, drop your bike." she told him. "You're staying for dinner."