Ok, this in my opinion is one of my FAVORITE chapters and I hope it is one of yours too. Well here it is.
Rachel laid silently and motionless on a metal table her body was in a coma like state. "How is she?" Stiles asked nervously as he walked back into the room for the third or fourth time.
"I don't see improvement," Deaton sighed sticking another needle in her arm while Stiles cringed.
"What are you injecting into her?" Deaton looked up his eyes tell him everything.
"It's supposed to counter with the wolfsbane already in her."
"Your putting more in," Stiles shouted as Deaton removed the needle. Brushing her brown hair back he saw how pale she was, her fever still raging. "How do we know it is making her better?"
"You want the truth or no?" Deaton asked as Stiles sighed not removing his eyes from her. He grabbed her hand and sat next to her, her entire body was hot and it made Stiles more and more nervous. Deaton left the room momentarily to check on the actual animals in the clinic before returning. Stiles stood up and watched as Deaton raised her right hand seeing a black trail in her vein leading from her index finger to her wrist. "What did they do to her?"
"You know who did this?"
"It's obvious Stiles," Deaton sighed looking at the young man.
"You mean the alpha pack," Stiles cursed.
"Mom, mommy, no," Rachel spoke up in gasps as they both looked at her. "Don't, I'm scared."
"Rachel, it's ok, I'm here," Stiles spoke up, but she was not responding to him. "Rachel," Stiles whispered praying she could hear him.
"She's reliving past events," Deaton sighed as Stiles turned and looked at him.
"What does that mean?" Deaton remained silent not wanting to speak up fearing if he didn't say anything it wouldn't happen. "Doc, what does that mean?"
"It means if we don't stop the wolfsbane from traveling anymore in her system she is going to die," Deaton snapped as Stiles looked at her his heart falling into his stomach.
"Wake up, mommy wake up," she shouted her emotions carried through her voice. As Deaton and Stiles tried to stop the wolfsbane from spreading Rachel continued to relive her past in her mind, some stories happier then others. As each time she stopped talking her fever became worse and now she was starting to shift, her claws extending, her fangs growing. Stiles closed his eyes as Deaton bled her again. Her body seemed to cool down a little after each time they bled her, but it wasn't enough. "Keith stop," she giggled, Stiles looking at her funny.
"Don't listen to her, keep her still," Deaton demanded as Stiles ignored the vet.
"My parents are right down the hall and my brother is next door, do you think this appropriate?" Stiles felt the anger rising in his chest and was ready to leave and find Keith himself. "I said stop," she snapped gasping for air sitting up, her eyes glowing blue. She looked around as Deaton smiled at her and she soon fainted.
When she woke again her fever had gone down significantly and Stiles sat in the corner staring at her angrily. "How...did I get here?" she mumbled looking at Stiles.
"Keith brought you here," he smirked sitting up as she looked at him.
"What?"
"I told him to," Deaton sighed walking in. Rachel noticed Stiles was looking at her strangely and she looked back at Deaton.
"Can I have some time with him really quickly?" she smiled at the older man as he walked out of the operating room and closed the door behind him.
"Did you ever sleep with Keith?"
"What? No," she laughed as his eyes thinned. "Why would you think that?"
"Well you began reliving your entire life before you woke and you seemed to be real close with Keith when you were younger?"
"He was my friend and nothing more, and look who's talking, Mr. I'm-going-to-sleep-with-an-old-friend-while-in-a-r elationship." Rachel stood up still feeling slightly off balance. "I told him no a while ago and I'm still telling him no," she smirked walking for the door, she pressed her hand against the doorknob and stopped.
"Well if..."
"Sh," she whispered closing her eyes. Her jaw tightened and she released the doorknob grabbing Stiles she opened the closet and shoved him in quickly getting herself in with him.
"What is going on?" he asked in a demanding tone. She pressed her hand to his mouth and cracked open the door as they watched three people walk into the operating office followed by Deaton, they rested a man on the metal table and the girl with them looked at the closet.
"You said we were alone," she said sickened looking at Deaton who looked up at her as he grabbed clean surgical utensils.
"I said we were and we are," he smiled kindly as she nodded and walked over to the closet and ripped the door open, nearly taking it off it's hinges but no one was in there. "I see you don't trust me, now can you please wait outside and let me work?" he asked as the other guy pushed the other alpha out with him. When the two alphas walked out Rachel and Stiles fell out of the thinner closet that was right next to the closet the alpha had opened.
"She knew where we where how did she open the wrong one?" she whispered to Deaton who simply smiled at her.
"We'll talk later," he said as he began stitching the man up, Rachel looked down at him and knew he was part of the alpha pack, she knew they were the ones behind her attack and her claws already grew out. "No," he snapped in a hushed tone as Stiles pulled her arm back, "go back to your hiding spot until I call for you."
"We need to get rid of them one at a time, I say we start with this one," she hissed as Stiles pulled her back to where they hid. A half hour had passed and they could hear another person walk in.
"How is he?" It was male and he sounded more cruel then the others Rachel had heard but never met.
"He is going to make it," Deaton replied as Rachel cracked open the closet again. He looked blind, "An alpha that was blind how hard could he be to defeat?" she whispered as Stiles pressed his hands to her mouth telling her to shut up. Without saying a word the man placed his claw on the other man's head and dug the nails in to his skull until they heard all heard the bone break. She pressed her face into Stiles chest trying to keep herself from screaming or anything.
When all seemed clear after ten minutes the closet door opened and Rachel and Stiles stepped out, the body still rested on the table. "Oh my God," she whispered, "so he's not blind?" she spoke up as Deaton laughed a little.
"His name is Deucalion, he is the leader of the alpha pack, and what he lacks in sight makes up for everything else, you must not go near him or the others," Deaton demanded of her as Rachel nodded looking at the body. "Stiles make sure she gets home," Deaton demanded as Stiles escorted her to his jeep.
"Go, I'll be fine," she smiled as he looked at her with a smirk and laughed.
"You are not pulling that one, now get in the car."
"Don't mess with me Stiles," she smiled just as she stumbled a little.
"Get in the car," he replied opening the jeep door. "And yes the answer to your question is yes I don't trust you," he laughed as she sighed and climbed into his jeep. He drove her home and walked her to her door.
"I think I can walk myself to bed," she said childishly as he laughed. Stiles made his way back to his car. "Wait," she called as he stopped and turned around just as she ran into him wrapping her arms around him. "Thank you," she smiled lightly as he hugged her back.
"No problem," he whispered pressing his lips to the top of her head, she stepped back and watched him drive away before walking into the dark house.
"Isaac, I'm home," she shouted but got no response. "And apparently you aren't," she sighed walking up the dark stairs. She opened her bed room door and felt it to be a little colder then usual. She turned the light on and noticed the window had been opened. Without thinking about it she shut the window and began to undress and redress into her pajamas. She thought she heard the door close and she opened her door and looked down the hall. "Isaac are you home?" Silence was her only response. She closed the door and turned screaming as she saw the one known as Deucalion in her room.
"Dear, you don't have to scream so loud," he groaned rubbing a finger in his ear. "I am blind not deaf."
"Get out of my house," she panted her claws extending.
"Oh you don't want to do that," he laughed taking a step closer to her as she backed into the door he was inches away from her, she could feel his breath on her neck. "You even carry the scent," he laughed.
"What scent," she said her voice calm and fearless.
"Your mother's, just like your brother." Rachel's heart jumped and Deucalion smiled. He reached up and pressed his hand to her face her mouth opened and she bit down. "Feisty too," he laughed as the blood trickled down his finger. "And after what happened? I wouldn't expect a fast recovery."
"You knew?" she asked sounding surprised.
"I don't know why your so surprised," he laughed, "who else would it be? Your own friends?" He grabbed her neck and pressed her into the door causing the airway to her lungs to shut. "If you need a job done right, you have to do it yourself," he sighed as her voice cracked and squeaked trying to get air into her body. Raising her knees she kicked him back and collapsed to the floor gasping for air and coughing. She quickly stood and opened her door making a run for the front door. As she got near the stairs Deucalion was already on her tail, and knocked her to the ground. She was still weak from the wolfsbane and she could feel the weakness traveling through her. She tried fighting back but used all her strength to shove him off of her from her bedroom. He picked her up by her hair and looked at her with a smile.
"You won't win," she hissed.
"For now," he laughed pushing her against the railing the wood making cracking sounds behind her. "If only you could of made it to your true potential," he smirked as the wood cracked louder. With his free hand he brushed the back of it to her face. "Sad, beauty gone to waste," he sighed as the railing broke and Rachel was shoved over the edge, her body turned in mid air and a loud thud echoed through her home. She groaned a little in pain as she opened her eyes blood dripped from her mouth. Every bone in her body felt broken or bruised and she could hardly breathe. She gasped as she tried to pull herself up, but she quickly fell back to the floor. Deucalion walked down the stairs and stared at her before walking out the front door, she looked at the door and let out a loud scream that slowly turned into howl and soon she started to cry as it became harder and harder to breathe.