Chapter 10: It Ends Here
Beacon Hills had settled on a Mardi Gras theme, the gym was decorated with green, purple, and yellow everywhere. Tables along the sides with neon lights over the dance floor. Michelle found herself sitting at one of the round tables, she had her phone in front of her. She kept willing for it to light up with a text from Derek. Sighing she played with a loose thread on the purple table cloth. Looking around the crowded gymnasium she saw Scott and Lynne dancing together with a blaring Ke$ha song playing over the speakers. Stiles and Taylor posed in a traditional couple's pose under a black and white checkered arch with huge masks on it.
Michelle gulped down the last of her Dr. Pepper before rising from her seat. They had only been at the dance for half an hour and she already felt like leaving. Tossing the plastic cup in the trash she walked towards the gym's metal doors. Flicking a piece of hair out of her face she leaned on the brick wall. Looking down at her phone there was still nothing. "Your date not show up?" Someone asked beside her.
Michelle was about to chew this guy out when a pair of familiar eyes caught her attention. "Derek?" She whispered.
Derek stood in front of her wearing a plain black and white tux without a tie, he left the top two buttons unbuttoned letting her see a little bit of his sculpted chest. "You know you're late." Michelle smirked walking towards him.
"Yeah, I kind of figured." He sighed scratching the back of his neck. "Did you think I wasn't coming?"
"Doesn't matter, you're here now." She gleamed slightly hugging his side.
"You look...beautiful." He whispered looking over her whole appearance.
"Thank you, I never thought I would see you in a tux," Michelle laughed hesitantly taking his hand. She was happily surprised when he grasped hers in return.
Without another word they walked hand and hand into the dance. As they passed through the double doors they earned several stares from students and faculty alike. Derek kept his eyes straight, ignoring everything around him, except for Michelle. They made their way onto the dance floor just as the song 'A Thousand Years' by Christina Perry started playing. Michelle noticed her friends dancing close by. Smiling she wrapped her arms around Derek's neck as he placed his on her waist. Taylor looked over Stiles' shoulder to see Michelle and Derek dancing together. Gleaming she got Stiles to glance behind him. "He actually showed up," He whispered.
Taylor smiled seeing Michelle so happy. "Good thing he did, or he would have had someone else to worry about other than Samuel."
Stiles frowned. "I actually almost forgot about Samuel." He mumbled his arms tightening around her waist. "I wonder when he'll make his appearance."
Taylor shook her head, her blonde curls falling on her shoulders. Just then a blaring Justin Bieber song came over the speakers breaking all the couples apart. "I'm going to get us something to drink." Stiles yelled over the music.
Taylor nodded walking over to her friends who had sat down at their table. "I just put my foot in my mouth." She sighed plopping down beside Lynne.
"What did you say?" Michelle asked looking over to see Derek standing with Scott and Stiles.
"I accidently mentioned Samuel and kind of killed the mood." Taylor explained fumbling with her charm bracelet.
"Ouch," Lynne cringed. "Do you think he'll actually show up or he's just bluffing?"
The girls didn't answer, even though all of then were praying for the second option. They were snapped from their thoughts hearing a group of jocks yell over the music. The boys returned to their dates with drinks in hand, Derek seemed a little uncomfortable to Michelle. "Hey, you ok?" She whispered resting her hand on his upper arm.
"Yeah, I'm fine," He muttered. "This is the first time I've really been in a big crowd since the fire."
"I understand, so if you need a breather just let me know." She smiled trying to ease his stress. He gave her a slight smile in return making her grin.
Scott shrugged off his jacket glancing at Lynne who had a slightly worried look on her face. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked his hand slightly brushing her shoulder.
Lynne sighed grabbing his hand, leading him into the school's hallway. "It's kind of hard trying to have a good time when a murderous psychopath is on his way."
"Look, I know this isn't going to be the prom you originally thought of but I don't want you to worry about this. Its mine and Derek's problem, and I know we're not going to let anything happen to you or the others."
When he still saw sadness in her eyes he took her in his arms. "I promise, nothing is going to happen to you."
"That's not what I'm worried about." Lynne muttered pushing against his chest.
Scott cocked his head to the side, what was she worried about? Lynne sighed crossing her arms. "I'm worried...what if something happens to you?" She whispered. "I mean, that guy threw Taylor in a river thinking she was going to die. And he even killed his alpha to get what he wanted. What if you get hurt...or even worse?"
Now he understood. Silently Scott stepped forward to put his arms on her shoulders. "Hey," He mumbled trying to get her to look up at him. Gently he pushed her chin up with his finger. "Nothing is going to happen to me."
"Promise?" She asked hugging him tightly.
Scott chuckled slightly. "I promise."
Back inside the gym Jackson Whittemore was making his entrance into the dance. He had Lydia on his arm and a cocky look on his face. Michelle and Taylor were the first ones to notice him. "Derek." Michelle whispered hitting his shoulder.
Derek's jaw clenched seeing Jackson, apparently Jackson saw him at the same time. "If he's here, does that mean the rest of the pack is here too?" Stiles asked the alpha.
"I don't know, go find Scott and Lynne." Derek commanded.
Stiles nodded standing up from his seat. When he saw a worried look in his date's eyes he leaned down to give her a quick kiss. "I'll be right back." He muttered soft enough for only her to hear before walking in the direction Scott and Lynne went.
Michelle glanced at Taylor to Derek. "What are you going to do?"
"Nothing yet, I'm going to wait til you girls are all together then get you to a safe location."
"Derek, we're not leaving you alone to face them." Michelle snapped with a determined look on her face.
"Don't fight me on this," He growled. "He will kill you if he gets the chance. I can't give him that chance."
Michelle glanced at Taylor. "We're not defenseless girls, we can help."
"What are you going to do? Hit a werewolf with your purse?" Derek asked looking at the girls.
Just then Stiles returned with Scott and Lynne right behind him. "What's going on?" Lynne asked.
"What's going on is you and the other girls are going to hide somewhere, we'll scout out a safe place, while me and the guys are going to fight the pack."
"Wait, what do you mean we're going to hide?" Lynne scoffed. "Why can't we help?"
"Lynne, it's in your best interest just to let us handle it." Scott whispered trying to comfort his girlfriend.
"No, I'm not some princess that needs rescue." She glanced down at Taylor. "Sorry."
Taylor shook her head looking down at her hands sitting on her lap. "Tay, what's wrong?" Stiles asked putting his hands on his girlfriend's shoulders.
"It's just..." She started but her lips formed a line before she opened her mouth. "Guys, this guy has no mercy whatsoever. I've seen it. Derek's right, what can we do? As much as I hate sitting on the sideline while they fight, I think that's really all we can do." She explained sitting her hands on top of Stiles.'
Finally her friends nodded their heads. They knew they weren't going to win this argument, they knew they all had protective boyfriends and they weren't going to give up til they knew their girls were safe. "Ok, Scott, you and Stiles go find a place for them to hide. I'll scout around the property." Derek commanded taking Michelle's hand.
Scott nodded as Lynne grabbed onto his arm. Stiles wrapped his arm around Taylor's shoulders as they walked to the hallway entrance. Michelle looked up at her date with a sad look in her eye, Derek's jaw clenched knowing she wasn't into this plan. Without a second thought Michelle wrapped her arms around his torso. She breathed in his musky scent but was afraid he wouldn't hug her back. She sighed in relief feeling his strong arms wrap around her. "Be careful." She whispered.
"I will," He said reassuringly. "Promise me you won't put yourself or your friends into danger. Stay hidden."
Michelle reluctantly nodded. "I promise."
"Now go," He gently commanded releasing her. Michelle sighed slightly pulling the bottom of her dress up so she could run towards her friends. Turning back to look at him one more time she smiled and gave him a small wave. To her delight, he waved back.
Michelle found the group standing in the hallway trying to figure out where the best hiding spot would be. Michelle stood next to Taylor as the boys tried opening classroom doors. "Locked." Stiles muttered walking back towards them.
Lynne glanced around hearing 'Shawty Get Loose' coming from the gym. She wondered if a chaperone was going to find them in the hallway. "What about the locker room?" She asked Scott. She remembered he forgot his bag in there one day before he went over to her house. He told her that the doors were never locked, something about Coach never remembered locking them when he left every night.
"We can try that." Scott said taking her hand leading them down the hall.
Going through several corridors they were almost at the locker room doors when they heard someone behind them. Turning around they saw a dark shadowy figure approaching them. "Derek?" Michelle asked walking towards it.
The figure didn't say anything, just kept stalking towards the group. "Michelle, I don't think that's Derek," Taylor whispered following her friend.
"Who else could it be?" Michelle snapped.
Just when she was a few feet away from the stranger it growled and jumped towards her. Hearing her friend scream Taylor grabbed Michelle's arm jerking her back. "Run!" Lynne exclaimed as they hurried to the locker room doors.
"Scott what are you doing?" Stiles asked watching the girls run away.
"I'll hold him off, you go make sure they're safe." Scott growled his eyes shifting to their golden yellow color, his teeth sharpening.
Stiles nodded running after the girls. He knew Scott could handle himself, he didn't have to worry about him. He was more concerned about his girlfriend and her friends. The girls were huddle together in the locker room. "What the hell was that?" Lynne exclaimed digging her nails into Michelle's arms. "And where's Scott?"
"He's holding it off, giving us some time." Stiles explained running a hand over his head. "Ok, I gotta go help him."
"Stiles, what are you talking about?" Taylor asked walking over to him. "I love you for wanting to help but what can you really do?"
Stiles smirked pulling her close. "Don't worry about me, I have my ways." He said into her hair. "And you just said you loved me."
Taylor blushed and looked back at her friends who had smirks on their faces. "Maybe I did."
Stiles kissed her. "I'll be back, and I don't care what goes on but you three stay in here. Ok?"
The girls nodded. Taylor frowned crossing her arms. "You better be careful or I'm kicking your ass."
Stiles chuckled. "I will." He whispered rubbing her upper arm before closing the door behind him.
Lynne grabbed a broom and pulled it through the locker room door handles making a makeshift lock. "So now what do we do?" She asked.
"We wait, and pray that they're going to be ok." Michelle sighed sitting down on one of the wooden benches.
Scott launched himself off the floor at the other beta who anticipated his attack. Punches were thrown as they got face to face. Scott growled slashing at the werewolf's head, but his punch was dodged. Stiles was running back towards his friend trying to figure out some ways to help. He gasped when he heard a crash come from the other side of the hallway. "Oh my God," Stiles whispered seeing a huge gaping hole in the windows at the end of the hall. "Scott!"
Stiles ran as fast as he could, the broken glass cutting up the bottom of his shoes. Down on the grass was the other beta. No sign of Scott. "Stiles," He heard from behind him.
"Scott, oh my God, don't do that!" Stiles snapped seeing his friend walk out of the dark corridor of the hall. He noticed Scott's white dress shirt torn up, his tie barely hanging onto his neck. "You ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine" He sighed feeling his bare chest. "He was a new fighter, he barely knew what he was doing." Scott explained looking down at the grass seeing the beta start to rise. "Come on, he's getting up."
Stiles nodded as they ran to the staircase. Taking them two at a time they ran as fast as they could to an exit. They saw Derek waiting for them up ahead. "Are they safe?" He asked stripping off his jacket.
"Yeah, they're in the locker room." Scott answered. "Did you find Samuel anywhere?"
"No, but I did see a beta run around here somewhere. I lost track of him while I looked for you two."
Scott held his arms out. "Yeah, I kind of ran into him."
"Come on, I have a feeling I know where they'll be." Stiles sighed as they started walking towards the lacrosse field.
Lynne was pacing the locker room but she stopped seeing one locker in particular. Number eleven. She ran her hand over the jersey. "Ok, I can't just sit here." She exclaimed.
Taylor's head shot up. "What do you mean?" She asked fumbling with her bracelet again, a habit she developed whenever she was nervous.
"I mean, I can't just sit here knowing my boyfriend is out there fighting some psycho werewolf and his groupies."
"Lynne, Scott can handle himself." Michelle sighed crossing her arms.
"I know he can, but still...I hate feeling helpless."
Taylor looked down at her hands sitting on her lap. "I understand, trust me," She whispered. Michelle came up to sit beside her friend.
"You ok?" She asked slightly poking Taylor in the shoulder.
"Not really," She sighed. "I'm worried about Stiles, I mean Scott and Derek can handle themselves. Stiles is human, they were worried about us so much, what is he doing to protect himself?"
Stiles ran to their limo, luckily still parked in the school's parking lot. Glancing up in the driver's seat, he saw no sign of their chauffeur. Stiles climbed in the back to where he had something hidden. Scott didn't even know that Allison's dad, before the Argent family left, had given him one of their special weapons. A gun that they used against Derek when he was shot in the arm, Stiles shivered remembering he was almost forced to cut Derek's arm cut off. His hand touched the cold metal of the gun, making him flinch a little but he grabbed the handle of it. Pulling it out he smirked, he had never practiced shooting it but Mr. Argent gave him a few pointers before they left. He said to conserve the bullets as much as he could and aim for vital spots on your opponents body.
He also remembered what Derek instructed him to bring earlier that night. When they were discussing the betas and how to restrain them, Stiles was told to bring Wolfsbane since he was really the only one that was able to touch the flower. Beside the gun was his leather backpack filled with the purple flower.
Scott saw Stiles running from their limo parked on the other side of the lot. Looking around to make sure the area was clear he ran to meet him halfway. "Stiles, what the hell is that?" Scott exclaimed seeing the silver and black gun in his friend's hand. "And why do you need your backpack?
"Uh," Stiles stammered. "Allison's dad kind of gave me a gift before they moved. Remember when Derek got shot? You had to find that special bullet to help him." Stiles sort of brushed off the second question, hanging onto the leather strap of his bag.
"Yeah, so that's the gun that they shot Derek with?"
"No, but it holds those kind of bullets. I knew tonight I would need it so I stashed in the limo when we got picked up." Stiles explained the street lights in the parking lot shining against the gun. "Speaking of Derek where is he?"
"He went back in the gym to see if Jackson was still there, I haven't seen him since then."
"Scott, Stiles!" They heard Derek call from across the parking lot.
"There he is, come on." Scott said hitting Stiles in the arm. "Watch where you shoot that thing tonight." He mumbled gesturing to the gun.
Stiles nodded ask they made their way to the alpha wolf. "Was Jackson in there?" He asked.
"No, neither was his date we saw earlier, it was like neither of them had arrived. I didn't see any members of the pack either." Derek explained. "If they were going to attack us they would have already done it."
"Well one did, and we still haven't find out where he went." Scott pointed out, his tattered shirt blowing in the night air like a cape behind him.
Derek's eyebrows furrowed. "Come on, we need to keep moving."
Scott and Stiles nodded following him through the dark lot. Weaving through the cars parked all around, some not even in real parking spots. "Stiles!" They heard.
Coming out of the darkness they saw a girl wearing a black and white prom dress. Then they noticed the girls fiery red hair. "Lydia." Stiles whispered glancing back at Scott who had his eyes fixed on the red head. "What are you doing?" He asked hiding his gun behind his back hoping the girl didn't see it.
"I came looking for you," She smiled her lip gloss sparkling. "Jackson ditched me. I was hoping we could go back to the dance together."
Stiles shook his head, looking down at the pavement. "No, I can't. You go on, I'm sure Jackson will turn up eventually."
Lydia scoffed. "I don't understand, you were all about me last semester. What happened?"
Stiles sighed clenching the gun tighter. "I got a girlfriend, now I really have to go. You should go back to the gym." He said walking back towards Scott and Derek.
Lydia couldn't believe it. Sighing she trudged back to the gym just as Stiles instructed. She would just have to find another guy to make Jackson jealous.
As the boys walked to the lacrosse field Derek's eyes kept scanning the area, anything that moved caught his attention. Any sound, a shadow that moved through the cars, his breath hitched. Finally they heard something crash into a car close to them. "What was that?" Scott asked.
"I don't know," Derek whispered. "Be prepared for anything." Then he heard someone running towards them. "Look out." He growled jumping up on a car.
Stiles and Scott's eyes widened seeing Derek catch the beta by his throat throwing him down on the black Honda. Derek snarled seeing the beta shift back to normal. "It's Joseph." Scott announced seeing the unconscious teen.
"Samuel obviously didn't teach his pack how to properly fight." Derek sighed stepping off the car.
"What are we going to do with him?" Stiles asked.
Derek sighed clenching and unclenching his fists. "Stiles, did you bring what I told you to bring?"
Stiles nodded putting his bag on the ground. "You guys might want to get away." He whispered opening it.
Scott looked at Derek and Stiles. "What am I missing?"
"I'll fill you in later. Come on." Derek snapped grabbing the younger beta's shoulder leading him away from Stiles.
Stiles sighed reaching into his backpack. When his hand grabbed one of the ropes he pulled it out as carefully as he could. Making sure the werewolf was still out Stiles wrapped the Wolfsbane around its wrists tight so they wouldn't fall off. He gasped when the beta woke up and tried to growl at him. When he tried to move his arms they felt like they were a hundred pounds. "What...what did you do to me?" Joseph whispered looking down at the flowers.
"You should really know your werewolf mythology," Stiles smirked grabbing his bag off the ground leaving the beta laying there.
When Stiles caught up to Derek and Scott he swung his backpack on his shoulder. Scott glanced at his best friend to the alpha wolf. "You told him to bring Wolfsbane?" He asked.
Derek nodded. "How much did you use?"
"Only one strand to restrain him, just strong enough to weaken him, but it won't kill him." Stiles sighed. "Look Scott, we didn't know how else to handle the betas. It was either kill otherwise innocent teenagers or just weaken them until Samuel is out of the picture."
Scott nodded looking back up at the school. "So our goal isn't to kill the betas."
"No," Derek muttered. "If it wasn't for Samuel then they wouldn't even know about werewolves nor would they be one. We only want to kill Samuel."
Scott and Stiles nodded their heads. "Ok, now let's get going." Derek sighed leading the way to the lacrosse field.
In the woods behind the field Samuel stood waiting for his pack to return. The moonlight illuminating the dark woods. He sensed Derek and his pack getting closer making his eyes narrow. Finally he heard his pack members walking up behind him. "They're coming." He whispered clenching his fists.
Jackson smirked, he had been waiting to fight Derek ever since he refused to give him the bite last semester. He still remembered that night all those months ago, Lydia was attacked, he thought she was going to die but turns out nothing changed about her, he saw with his own eyes Peter Hale burn and then Derek killed his own uncle. Later he returned to the Hale house, hoping to get what he had wanted but all Derek did was try and intimidate him then told him if he ever returned to the house he would suffer the same fate that Peter did. Ever since that night Jackson would watch Scott, knowing he had what Jackson wanted. What he would kill for.
Jackson was snapped from his thoughts hearing Samuel speak up. "Where's Joseph?" He asked his red eyes glowing in the night.
"We don't know," Antonio answered. "Last I saw him he was following them in the school."
Samuel growled, he knew one of these kids was going to ruin his plan. "Oh well, we go on without him." He snapped. "They are still outnumbered."
"What about the girls?" Kevin asked.
"What could they possibly do?" Samuel cackled. "If they come to the battle, kill them. Do whatever means necessary, get rid of them."
The boys nodded, their eyes shifting to their demonic color, glowing in the darkness. "Time to go." Samuel whispered his teeth sharpening seeing the other pack closing in on the lacrosse field.
The girls didn't know how long they had been sitting in the locker room. Time seemed to be at a stand still. Lynne took off her high heel shoes to keep pacing the floor trying to find anything to distract herself. Taylor leaned forward, resting her arms on her knees. Michelle stood and walked around the locker room, glancing around at the walls, posters with famous athletes to Beacon Hill's lacrosse teams over the years. She cried out tripping over something.
"Michelle, you all right?" She heard her friends ask.
"Yeah, I'm fine," She grumbled pushing herself up off the cold floor. "I can't believe I actually wore high heels." Wondering what she tripped over she saw a long crosse, or the stick that lacrosse players used. Picking it up she narrowed her eyes. "Ok, I don't know about you guys but I can't sit here anymore."
Taylor glanced at Lynne then to Michelle. "I agree but do you really think a...pole is going to stop a werewolf?"
"I'm not for sure but its better than being totally defenseless." Michelle sighed holding the stick with both hands. "Look, I know you guys feel the same way. Its not really like us to just sit around and...and just do nothing."
"She's right," Lynne muttered crossing her arms.
Taylor nodded then smirked. "Well its going to take more than one stick."
The girls searched the locker room, hoping to find anything they could use against the werewolves. Taylor walked into the coach's office hoping to find anything. Sighing she saw nothing but stopped when she accidently bumped into a filing cabinet knocking over something. Her eyes caught on a metal baseball bat laying on the floor. "This could work," She whispered picking it up by the cold handle.
Lynne stomped over to the equipment cabinet. Slinging open the doors dodge balls, basketballs tumbled out. "Geez, when was the last time they cleaned this thing?" She grumbled fumbling through the sports equipment but she was unsuccessful. "Great, just great." Running a hand through her hair she remembered seeing Scott's locker. "Ok, Scott, please tell me you forgot your stick." She sighed running over to his locker.
Lucky for her she saw the lacrosse stick still sitting in the locker. "Thank you, boyfriend." Lynne smiled.
Derek held his hands out stopping Scott and Stiles behind him. "What's going on?" Stiles asked.
"Scott, do you see what I see?" Derek whispered his eyes narrowing at the woods.
Scott nodded. "They're coming."
Just as the boys noticed they were coming Samuel with his pack behind him emerged from the woods. Derek's eyes started to glow seeing the other alpha close in on them. They knew they were outnumbered but it wasn't by much. And no matter what, Samuel was going to die, and join the rest of his old pack. Samuel snarled seeing his opponents in front of him. "Attack," He growled to his pack.
Scott and Derek shifted seeing the others do the same. Stiles took a few steps back anticipating an attack. "Oh my God," He mumbled seeing Derek and Samuel go for each other.
Scott ran towards Jackson, trying to get in a good hit but Jackson seemed to be one step ahead of him. Whenever Scott swung Jackson dodged the attack. Jackson pushed against Scott's chest so hard he was launched back, his feet dragging the grass as he tried to stop.
Stiles' eyes widened seeing Antonio and Kevin approaching him. He gulped seeing them snarl and charge him. It happened so fast he quickly dodged one pair of claws, he gasped feeling the front of his shirt being torn. He tried to shoot the gun but the trigger seemed to be stuck. Stiles fell to the ground waiting for his death when he saw Kevin get hit by something in the head. He almost smirked seeing his girlfriend standing with her friends ten feet away. "Hey!" Taylor yelled. "If I were you, I would stay the hell away from my boyfriend."
Michelle and Lynne's eyes were the size of saucers seeing the werewolves in front of them. This wasn't a dream, and Taylor had just chucked her shoe at one of them. "Now's they're coming after us." Michelle whispered starting to back up.
"Yeah," Taylor muttered gripping the baseball bat tighter. "Split up!"
The girls exchanged glances before taking off in different directions. Lynne saw Scott up ahead, fighting with Jackson. Her bare feet barely touched the grass as she ran. When Jackson had his back turned she pulled back the lacrosse stick as far as she could and hit him in the back. It barely did anything and she made an audible gasp seeing Jackson turn his attention towards her. "Oh boy." She whispered feeling tears come to her eyes.
Lynne had managed to distract Jackson enough for Scott to attack. Scott growled as he launched himself tackling Jackson to the ground. With one punch he had the new beta out cold. Lynne's hand shot up to her mouth trying to steady her breathing. Her shaking hands dropped the stick catching Scott's attention. In a brief moment he phased back to normal to walk over to her. "What are you doing here?" He asked placing his hands on her shoulders.
"I...I just couldn't sit back knowing you were out here, fighting...them." She stammered digging her nails into his upper arm.
Scott pulled the girl into his arms. He could feel her start to calm down. "Shh, its ok," He muttered into her hair. Knowing they weren't safe yet he pushed her behind him. "Stay behind me."
Lynne nodded, biting her bottom lip. She looked around the field to see Taylor being chased by another one into the woods. "Oh my God, Taylor." She said grabbing onto Scott's shoulder.
Taylor weaved through the old oak trees. She could feel the rough ground scratch up the bottom of her feet but all she cared about was getting away. She hoped since one was chasing her Stiles was ok. Stopping to hide behind a tree she tried to catch her breath. Behind her she heard twigs snapping, they were close. Gripping the baseball bat tighter she swung at whatever came. Hearing the bat hit something solid she almost screamed. A hand shot up to her chest seeing Antonio laying on the ground, unmoving, the bat had made contact with its skull. "That was for throwing me in a river," She muttered stepping over the fallen werewolf.
Michelle saw Derek, she recognized the werewolf snarling at the similar one that she remembered attacked her all those weeks ago. For a brief moment she had a flashback to the fear she had back then. Now all she felt was anger, determination for him to be stopped. Even with her adrenaline pumping she still could not get her feet to budge from her spot. Then she saw Derek fall to the ground, a gash on his side. "Derek!" She screamed making the other alpha stare at her. She let out a scream seeing the alpha charge towards her, just like it had that night.
"Michelle get out of there!" She heard Lynne yell but she could still not move.
The sight of Samuel's eyes seemed to paralyze her. This was it, she was going to die in front of her friends, and the guy she had fallen for in the past couple weeks. Michelle's eyes closed waiting for the blow...but it never came. She heard a growl before she opened her eyes. In front of her was Derek, his teeth in a snarl. Taylor ran out of the woods towards Lynne and Scott. "Is that Derek?" She whispered hanging onto her friend's arm.
Lynne nodded her head. "What are we going to do?"
"Stay here," Scott commanded as he ran towards Derek. His yellow eyes fixed on Samuel.
Derek glanced back at Michelle, silently sending her a message saying 'Get out of here.' Michelle hesitantly stepped back away from the werewolves. Taylor and Lynne ran to meet her halfway. Together they watched Samuel's red eyes glow brighter as he stood on two legs, his monstrous build towered over Scott and Derek. "What's going on?" Lynne asked.
"They're not as powerful," Taylor gasped hanging onto her friend's arms.
Samuel swung hitting Derek and Scott knocking them off their feet. Lynne turned her back, hands covering her mouth. 'This is it,' She thought and she didn't want to witness it. "Leave them alone!" Michelle yelled stepping forward, her eyes fixed on Samuel.
Taylor gasped seeing Samuel turn his attention to the girls, he snarled and slowly made his way over to them. It all seemed to happen in slow motion. Samuel's red, demonic eyes bored into their souls making them freeze. They huddled together saying a silent prayer for something to happen, someone to come to their rescue. Just as the alpha rared his arm back, knowing they wouldn't survive the blow he growled and swung. But a shot, a loud powerful blast stopped him. The girls opened their eyes to see Samuel phase back to his human form, a bullet hole in his stomach, blood seeping down to the grass. "Oh my God," Michelle whispered.
Behind Samuel was Stiles, clutching his gun tight, a slight smirk on his face. They all released a breath they weren't aware they were holding seeing Samuel fall to the ground. Very carefully the girls walked around the alpha, still clutching onto each other, their eyes never left the fallen wolf. Taylor ran into Stiles' arms, finally feeling safe while Michelle and Lynne ran to their boyfriends, both had phased back to normal. Lynne bent down to check on Scott. "Are you ok?" She exclaimed not caring if her dress was muddy, or her hair was a mess. All she cared about was Scott.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," He muttered sitting up on his forearms. "You girls don't take direction very well do you?"
Lynne smiled. "Yeah, you should have known that when we first got together."
Michelle placed a hand on Derek's back. He looked back at her with a small smile on his face. Without a second thought she threw her arms around him. "If you ever scare me like that again..." She whispered into his neck.
Derek slightly chuckled. "Sorry about your prom."
She pulled back, but stayed close to him. "I wanted a memorable prom, and this was definitely that."
Stiles sighed rubbing Taylor's back, when they pulled apart he bent down to pick his jacket up from the ground. He knew she must have been freezing. Smiling he wrapped it around her shoulders. "I kind of forgot to tell you something."
Taylor cocked her head to the side. "Oh boy. What is it?"
He leaned down to give her a brief kiss. "I love you too." He whispered when they pulled apart.
The rest of the group joined them. "Let's get back to the gym," Lynne sighed wrapping her arm around Scott's waist, his arm around her shoulders. "Maybe we can still have one dance."
Everyone nodded but Derek stopped. "Wait," He whispered holding his arm out. He had his eyes fixed on where Samuel lay.
They hesitantly start walking over to the fallen alpha but they stopped seeing Jackson beat them to it. "Get...me out of here." Samuel croaked to the beta.
Jackson scoffed, his eyes boring into the werewolf. With one swipe he cut Samuel's throat, just like Derek had done to Peter. "Jackson." Scott yelled.
Seeing the other pack Jackson smirked. "We will see you again." He chuckled walking into the woods, his remaining pack members following him. In a quick moment they had disappeared in the darkness.
"Should we go after them?" Scott asked his arm subconsciously tightening around Lynne.
"No," Derek growled, Michelle glancing up at him. "We wait and be prepared for when they come back. Tonight we won, let's leave it at that."
Scott and Stiles nodded still looking at the spot where Jackson was. The girls looked scared, just when they thought it was over something else begins. "Let's go back to the dance." Stiles muttered grabbing Taylor's hand.
They earned several stares as they walked through the double doors. Finally they were able to see their appearances, but no one cared. Taylor smiled at Stiles before walking to Michelle. "Come on, I have an idea."
Michelle had a confused look on her face but followed anyway. "What are you doing?"
"Just wait," Taylor laughed as they approached the D.J. He looked at the girls, wondering why their dresses were almost covered in mud, and their hair was frazzled. "Yeah, its been a night." Taylor sighed trying to tame her wild hair. "We have a request."
"All right, what is it?" He asked going through his song selection on his laptop.
Now Michelle understood what they were doing. "'Fool with Dreams," They both said.
"Gotcha." He smirked picking out the song. As the girls walked back to their dates the D.J started to speak through his microphone. "Ok, its time for the last dance. Grab your dates and enjoy."
Lynne watched as her friends came back with smiles on their faces. "What did y'all request?" She asked as Scott wrapped his arms around her.
"You'll see." Michelle smirked walking over to Derek. "You up for one more dance?"
Without a word Derek held out his hand to her which she happily took. The girls all smiled as the beginning of 'Fool with Dreams' by Framing Hanley began to play. "I should have guessed." Stiles laughed wrapping his arms around his girlfriend's waist.
Even if the rest of the night wasn't what they expected, this was the perfect moment the girls had hoped for all night. Nothing else seemed to matter, the fight with Samuel was a distant memory. All that they cared about was being with the ones they cared about.
The next day news reports of broken windows, damage to a few vehicles, and a torn up lacrosse field hit the papers. What surprised the group the most was that Samuel's body disappeared, when Derek had gone to the field that morning to investigate he saw no trace of the alpha. He searched the woods while Stiles and Taylor went to his house, no sign of him. Derek kept reassuring them that even if Samuel had managed to survive, somehow, he wouldn't be much danger. Not with the wounds he sustained. No sign of Jackson and the others either. Stiles said there was no missing person's report but he was sure by the end of the week there would be something out.
Taylor and Lynne had decided to run that Sunday with Michelle, one to get their minds off Samuel and the whole mess, and two Michelle had begged them to go with her. They were taking a break when they saw a moving truck driving down the road. "Huh," Lynne sighed sitting down on the sidewalk. "I wonder who's moving in."
"Could be someone moving out." Michelle pointed out stretching her arm muscles. "Ok, that's a long enough break, let's go." She said making her friends stand up.
Taylor and Lynne shook their heads as they continued their run through the suburbs. The moving truck came to a stop in front of a two story brick house. As the movers unloaded furniture from the back of the truck a Chevy Tahoe came to a stop in the driveway. In the backseat was a brunette girl who was happy to be back in the place she called home, even while her family was away. Allison opened her door stepping out with a smile on her face. She was finally back, and she was going to make sure everything went back to the way it was before she left.
Its over! Aww so sad, but if y'all want we can continue with a sequel, but I'm gonna need some reviews, maybe some ideas what you would want to happen in the next story. Ok, hope you enjoyed this story :)