I got Into the jeep, panting hard.
"Stiles, just go!" I said.
"What? Where's Derek?" Stiles asked.
"Go! He's freaking trusting Peter! Just go!" I cried and Stiles pushed his foot down on the gas pedal hard. I put my head in my hands and willed myself not to cry. Why had I trusted him? Kissed him?
"Ellie. What is it?" Stiles asked. I looked up.
"I think he knows what I am. I think I'm first on Peter's hit list," I replied.
"Oh god," Stiles' reply was terrified.
We ran into the locker rooms and found Scott sitting there in the dark.
"Dude, we have a huge problem," Stiles said as I leaned on the locker beside me.
"Trust me- I know," Scott replied, looking up at us. I breathed out slowly.
"Crap, they came here," I said softly. I sank down onto the ground. Both of them looked at me, Scott looked at me closely.
"You looked terrified. In fact, you are terrified," He said. I looked at Stiles.
"Scott, Peter knows what I am...I think I'm going to be his first victim," I replied slowly. Scott then looked petrified himself in turn.
I pulled the jeep up in front of Chris and Jackson.
"What's up?" Scott said to Jackson.
"Is everything okay?" I asked with a fake smile.
"Hey, Scott, Ellie." Chris greeted us. "Your friend here, was having car trouble. We're just taking a look," He added.
"There's a shop down the street. I'm sure they have a two truck," Scott said.
"Yeah, you want a ride?" Stiles asked. I smiled even more at Jackson.
"Hey, come on, Jackson, you're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself," I added. As Scott climbed out and Jackson walked over to us, I saw Chris do something with the engine of Jackson's car and then move away.
"Hey boys...and girl," Chris said as he turned the ignition. Jackson's car started. "Told you I knew a few things about cars," He said. He then walked back to his own car and drove away. I watched him go and breathed out deeply.
"What? Are you following me?" Jackson asked us.
"Yes," I stated. "You stupid freaking idiot. You almost gave everything away, right there," I added.
"What are you talking about?" Jackson asked me.
"He thinks you're the second beta," Scott replied.
"What?"
"He thinks your me!" Scott shouted, then hit the door of the jeep.
"Dude, my jeep," Stiels complained as he climbed out, me following him.
"I can hear your heart beating from a mile away- literally!" Scott exclaimed.
"Not to mention I could sense your discomfort and fear too," I muttered. Jackson looked at me in shock. "Before you ask, no I'm not a bloody werewolf. I'm a witch, Druid...whatever the hell you want to call it," I added.
"Now he thinks that these something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!" Scott said, getting worked up. He turned back to the jeep and Stiles pulled him away.
"Okay, how about we step away from Stiles' jeep," Stiles said.
"This is your problem, not mine, okay?" Jackson returned. "I didn't say anything which means you're the one that's gonna get me killed. Okay, this is your fault," He pushed Scott into the jeep.
"Can we stop hitting my jeep?" Stiles asked. Scott pushed Jackson and then I stepped between them.
"Don't you dare think about having a fight, the either of you," I warned.
"When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you. I can't protect anyone," Scott said. Jackson looked to me and Stiles.
"Why are you looking at me?" Stiles asked.
"Jackson...I have no control over my powers. Trying to protect anyone could end up in me killing them instead," I said.
"You know, now you have to do it. Get me what I want, and I will be fine protecting myself," Jackson said after a few seconds.
"No, you won't!" Scott protested. "Just trust me. All it does is make things worse," He added.
"Oh, yeah, really?" Jackson replied. "You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall,"
"Yeah I can run really fast now- except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I can hear things like- like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying to you- it ruins your life," Scott said.
"It ruined your life. You had all the power in the world and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned sixteen and someone brought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche," Jackson retorted before walking away and driving off in his car. I turned and punched the jeep too.
I walked into the kitchen with Stiles and frowned as he pulled out the milk and drank from it. I stopped as I saw Dad in the dining room, sheets of paper all over the desk.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked him.
"Work," He replied.
"Anything we can help with?" Stiles asked.
"You know, if you poured me an ounce of whiskey, that would be awfully nice," Dad replied. Stiles disappeared and returned with a whiskey bottle and a glass.
"Any leads?" I asked as I sat down opposite him.
'You know I can't discuss that with you," He said, then added to Stiles "Not too much,"
"There you go," Stiles replied.
"Thanks," Dad replied. I saw how much he'd poured him and frowned, then looked at Stiles with raised eyebrows. Surely, Stiles wasn't going to get Dad drunk was he to get information?
As Dad drank the whole glass, I rolled my eyes.
"You know, Derek Hale would be a whole hale of a lot- Hale of a lot?" Dad was slurring slightly. I rolled my eyes again.
"Hell of a lot?" I countered helpfully.
"Hell. Yes, he would be a hell of a lot easier to catch if we could get an actual picture of him," Dad said.
"How do you not have a picture of him?" I asked.
"It's the weirdest thing. It's like every time we tried to get a mug shot, it's like two laser beams were out into the camera," Dad explained.
"Nice," Stiles commented.
"Oh my god, oh my god- that ounce hit me like a brick. And I have said way too much, and if you repeat any of that-"
"Dad- it's us. We're not gonna say anything. Come on," I said. Dad sighed.
"See the thing is they're all connected. I mean, the bus driver that got killed, he was an insurance insurance investigator assigned to the Hale house fire," He began to explain to us.
"'Terminated under suspicion of fraud,'" Stiles read out from one of the reports. I frowned to myself.
"Exactly," Dad agreed with Stiles.
"Who else?" I asked.
"The video store clerk who got his throat slashed- he's a convicted felon, history of arson," Dad said. Suddenly it began to click. Peter was methodical in his actions. Those who he blamed for the fire. He wasn't after me, at all. I wrote it down on a spare notepad whilst Dad want looking and passed it to Stiles. Stiles read it and look relieved. I remembered something.
"What about the other two guys, the guys who got killed in the woods?" I asked. Dad looked at me.
"Prior all over their records including-" I cut Dad off.
"Arson," I said with a look to Stiles.
"So maybe they all had something to do with the fire. Another shot?" He then asked. I looked at him disbelievingly.
"No. No, no,no, no more," Dad protested.
"Dad, come on. You work really hard, all right? You deserve it," Stiles encouraged. I raised my eyebrows as I saw Dad caving in.
"Oh, my god, I'm gonna have such a hangover," He said.
"You mean you're gonna have such a good night's sleep." Stiles said. I turned to him.
"And you, dear brother, are gonna have an eternity in the lowest circle of hell," I muttered to him, causing Stiles to smirk at me in response.
"Guys, there are so many questions," Dad said a while later, now completely drunk.
"Like what?" Stiles asked.
"Like if Derek- wanted to kill everyone involved with the fire. Then why start with his sister? I mean, she had nothing to do with it. Why make it look like some kind of animal did it?" I began to fee like we were treading on dangerous territory. "When that cougar ended up in the parking lot- I checked with animal control. You know the instances of wild animal reports were up seventy percent over the past few months? It's like they're just going crazy, running out of the woods. I don't know," He finished.
"Or something's scaring them out," I murmured.
"You know, I miss talking to you two. It's like we never have time-" I shot him an apologetic look.
"Dad, you know, Ellie and I have to make a phone call- I'm sorry. We'll be right back," Stiles said.
We got up and began to move away.
"I do...and I miss your mom," Dad murmured. I stopped dead still and turned to face him.
"What?" I asked softly. He just ignored me and went to pour another shot. I reached over and stopped him from doing so, wrapping my fingers around his hand gently.
"Thanks," Dad murmured to me softly. I just looked at him, feeling tears beginning to well. I felt Stiles take my other hand, squeezing it tightly.
I was watching Dad when Stiles called me. He'd gone and followed Melissa and Peter who were going on a date on the request of Scott. I'd stayed home to watch Dad.
"Elles, Derek's gone after Jackson...I'm sort of stuck here with Melissa and Peter," He said.
"What did you- Never mind, I'll go," I replied.
"You sure? Derek could attack-"
"Derek won't harm me and if he does...I'm pretty sure either Jackson or my powers will come into use," I finished. "I'll speak to you in a while," I added and hung up the phone. I grabbed my jacket and walked outside to our garage. I turned on the light and looked at my mini that was in the corner of the garage. I rarely drove it after a near accident last year I'm it that made me still creeped out by the convertible roof and power steering. Or lack of on the latter part. I sighed and grabbed my keys, unlocking it and climbing in. I started the engine, checked it had enough gas and then I drove it out of the garage. As I drove to the centre of town, I thought out loud to myself.
"Okay, so where would Jackson be?..." I trailed off as the answer came to me. "Brilliant," I muttered and pressed my foot down on the gas pedal, still not used to the power it had compared to the older jeep that was technically Stiles'.
I could only go so far into the woods before my car would get stuck or I would alert Derek to my presence. I got out of the car, locked it and then turned on my flashlight I had brought with me. I looked around the woods and shivered slightly. I sighed as I realised I was very frightened. I headed in the direction to the Hale household.
I heard a crack behind me and turned suddenly. Nothing was there or not that I could see anyway. I suddenly felt a rushing behind my eyes and saw a different place. The Hale house with Derek and Jackson, then Peter and Scott. I closed my eyes and opened them again to see the forest in front of me. I'd just had a vision of sorts.
I finally reached the Hale house and I ran up the steps and into the house itself.
"Jackson?" I called out. "Jackson?" I called out again.
"Ellie!" I heard Jackson's voice that sounded terrified. I ran around the staircase and saw Derek stood over Jackson, his claws and teeth emerging.
"Stop!" I shouted. Both turned to look at me. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked Derek.
"I don't deserve this," Jackson whimpered.
"I think you do," Derek bit out, ignoring me.
"No-no!" Jackson cried out.
"Derek! Stop it!" I shouted.
Look around you!" Derek shouted. "Wouldn't there be someone else other than Ellie, who is useless, trying to save you? There's no one here. There is a reason. No one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares that you have a perfect hair, and no one cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team," Derek shouted. It stung what Derek had said about me and I knew it had shown across my face.
"Excuse me Co- Captain," Scott's voice came from the staircase and I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw him. Scott wolfed out and jumped between Derek and Jackson. He turned to look at Jackson who looked utterly terrified.
"Move!" Derek commanded to Scott.
"No," Scott refused. I moved around them and ran to Jackson. He gripped my arms tightly.
"Fine. I'll kill you too," Derek growled. Suddenly an arrow came flying through the window and flashed a bright light. Jackson covered over me in an protective instinct. I pushed him away.
"Go, my car's out there somewhere. It's the mini," I told him. He nodded and ran. I saw Scott had been hit and creeped around to kneel over him. "Scott?" I looked at a still wolfed out Derek and met his eyes, then looked away.
"Scott! Ellie! Go!" Derek shouted to us as bullets rained down on us once again. I tried to pull him up but couldn't.
"Scott come on," I muttered. Suddenly I felt an arm around him and me. I saw it was Derek, helping him up and then Scott was running. I turned to Derek. He surprised me by kissing my lips slightly before pushing me away. I tried to follow Scott but couldn't see him in the dark.
"Oh no," I stopped and looked around me. "Scott?" I called out softly. I then saw him lying on the floor unconscious. "Oh my- god...Scott? Scott!" I cried, shaking him but he wouldn't wake up. "No... I am not losing you," I added. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and I screamed, but a hand cut me off. I saw Deaton's expression.
"They may be able to hear us still," He said to me. I nodded and he took his hand away from my mouth. "I can help him," He added, leaning down and picking him up and carrying him. I followed besides him.
"Erm...aren't you a vet?" I asked, wiping my tears away.
I watched as Deaton sewed up Scott's stomach. I sat in the corner of the consulting room,curled up on the seat.
"Did you see Derek get out of the house?" I asked him softly. He looked up at me.
"I didn't see much at all, Ellie," He replied. I arched as he mixed something together and then I put it all together.
"You're a Druid, aren't you?" I asked him. I saw him smile and he looked up at me.
"So are you," He said. I looked shocked.
"How did...?" I trailed off.
"I can sense you. You're incredibly new but your power is there and it's strong," He said. I nodded and then moved forward as Scott woke up, gasping.
"It's all right, Scott, You're gonna be all right," I said with a smile. He went to get up.
"I wouldn't get up just yet," Deatom advised him.
"Where am I-" He asked.
"You're fine. And I've given you something that should- sped up the healing process," Deaton explained.
"But you're a vet," Scott stated. I smiled and Deaton just shook his head at me. I nodded in understanding.
"That's very true," Deaton said to Scott. "And ninety percent of the time, I'm mostly treating cats and dogs," He added.
"Mostly?" Scott asked.
"Mostly," Deaton repeated with a shrug.