Hellerr everybody! Here's chapter 11! We're on "Frenemy" now and yes, Charlie's going to the gay club :) I just loved writing that scene...

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Chapter 11: Slay

Soon after we found out that Jackson was the kanima, Scott, Stiles, and I all hopped in Stiles's jeep. We followed Derek who was following the kanima. Stiles stopped the jeep because of the spikes on the ground.

"What do we do now?" Stiles asked but it was too late.

Scott had gotten out of the car and disappeared, leaving Stiles and I to fend for ourselves. You know I was a fairy but I sure as hell was still treated like a human. Probably because at this point my powers were limitless because I had no idea what I was capable of. I needed to talk to Deaton or read that stupid book.

We couldn't see what was going on. All I heard was lots of growling and hissing also known as Derek and the kanima. Then there was an explosion and a bright light.

All of a sudden Argent pulled up in his car and we heard gun shots and more hissing. I hoped he didn't find Derek...

There it was again. The hissing was back. Argent couldn't kill the kanima with bullets and Derek couldn't fight it off. Was this thing invincible?

Stiles nudged me. "Come on," he said. "We've gotta find Scott." I followed Stiles mindlessly until we actually found Scott. He was standing outside of a night club. We came up behind him and startled him.

"Sorry, sorry," Stiles apologized. "You see where he went?"

"I lost him," Scott said.

"What? You couldn't catch his scent?" I asked.

Scott turned to me. "I don't think he has one."

"Any clue where he's going?" Stiles asked.

"To kill someone," Scott said.

"Ah," Stiles said as I felt a sarcastic comment coming on. "That would explain the claws and the fangs and all that. Good makes perfect sense now."

Scott shot him a look like 'you're-seriously-doing-this-now'.

"Scott, come on," Stiles argued. "I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone. Okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"He's got a point," I remarked.

"Just help me find it," Scott said. Okay he was way too serious for Stiles and me.

"Not it," I said. "Jackson."

"I know," Scott sighed. "I know."

"Does he though?" I rose my eyebrows. I was maybe liking this wise Charlie.

"Did anybody else see him back at your house?" Stiles asked.

"I don't think so," Scott said. "But he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Look," I said. "I know Derek. He's an idiot. Derek thinks he knows all this stuff but really he knows shit. But I think what it all boils down to is when is the kanima not the kanima?

"When it's Jackson," Scott realized.

"Exactly," I said.

That's when I noticed Stiles freaking out. "Ah," He said. "Guys." He backed up to see something so Scott and I followed. We saw the end of what looked like a lizard tail... The kanima was inside the night club. Great. Perfect. Just what we need.

"What's he gonna do in there?" Stiles asked.

"I now who he's after," Scott said, looking straight ahead. I followed his gaze to Danny.

"What? How?" Stiles asked. "Did you smell something?"

"Armani," Scott said.

I couldn't help but snort. "You know his cologne? You got a crush on Danny, Scott?"

"Yeah... I mean no," He huffed. "When I was searching for werewolves, I checked Danny. His cologne's Armani. Now we've gotta get inside."

We checked the back door that was not budging at all. But Scott just pulled off the handle as Stiles tried to come up with a plan. I pulled him by his shoulder, "Come on," I said.

When we walked inside, I soon realized how badly I stuck out like a sore thumb. We were in a god damn gay club. Stiles was quickly overtaken by drag queens.

I soon spotted Danny getting a drink. I tapped Scott's shoulder, "There's Danny."

"Two beers, please," Stiles said, tapping the table. We'd went over to the bar and I'd gotten some strange looks.

" ?" The bartender asked.

I just rolled my eyes. I glanced all around the place but there was no sight of a scaly lizard boy anywhere. You'd think it wouldn't be that hard to find.

"Those two are paid for," Another bartender came up and handed Scott and me drinks. Scott glanced at a guy across the bar who of course was hot. Then a guy looked at me and winked. What the hell?

"Oh come on," Stiles whined. "Even Charlie get's hit on? In a gay club?"

I shrugged. "Free drink? Hell yeah!"

We three turned to examine the scene. I looked in the rafters for anything scaly and soon spotted Jackson crawling across the ceiling.

"I found Danny," Stiles said.

I tapped Scott's shoulder and pointed to the kanima. "Found Jackson," He said. "Get Danny." He said to us.

You'd think it wouldn't be that hard to get to Danny. For Stiles it was horrible. He wasn't strong enough to push through the large crowd of large sweaty men.

For me? Piece of cake. As soon as I'd walked by those guys parted like the Red Sea. The hard part for me was getting Danny to leave. He was stubborn and really big.

Then the big ass cloud of fog came over the crowd. Shit. I'd never see the kanima in that nor the kanima killing anyone for that matter. I saw a couple of guys fall and that's when I knew to run.

"Scott!" I shouted but he couldn't hear me over the music. Pushing through the crowd, I'd only found Stiles. "The kanima's over there!" I yelled.

But it was too late. Jackson had gotten to Danny and was about to kill him. I was relieved to see glowing red eyes appear out of the fog. Derek was here.

But then I felt what he was going to do.

"No don't!" I yelled but it was too late. Derek had slit Jackson's throat. He hissed in pain and fell to the ground near Danny. But Danny was safe at least one good thing had happened.

Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the screaming crowd. From there we followed the stream of black blood. That's where we found a naked Jackson (in human form) and a distraught Scott.

"What do we do with him now?" He asked.

We heard police sirens and Stiles and I ran for his jeep. Scott went to make sure Danny was okay.

"Couldn't get anything out of Danny," Scott shrugged, hopping in front. I always was sent to the back which I hated. This time it was even worse with Jackson's head in my lap.

"Okay," Stiles said. "Can we get the hell out of here now before one of my dad's deputies see me?" He was about to start the car when police sirens started flashing.

"Oh my god," Stiles said. "Could this get any worse?"

Jackson stirred. "Shit!" I exclaimed.

"That was rhetorical," Stiles yelled at him.

"Get rid of him," Scott said.

"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene, and he's the sheriff," Stiles pointed out.

"Do something!" Scott exclaimed.

"Gross!" I shouted. "He's so naked! And he keeps moving!"

"Charlie," Stiles said. "Come with me!"

"What for-?"

"Just come on," Stiles said.

I happily took it as an excuse to get naked Jackson off of me. I walked with Stiles with my hands in my hoodie pockets and whispered angrily, "Why do I have to come?"

"Because you're a good liar," Stiles whispered back. He then smiled at his dad. "Hey."

"What are you doing here?" Sheriff asked.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? It's a club. We were clubbing." He said.

I rolled my eyes. What a horrible lie...

"Not exactly your type of club..." Sheriff said.

"Well," Stiles said. "There's a conversation that we-"

"You're not gay," Sheriff said.

"What? I could be!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Not dressed like that..." Sheriff said.

Stiles looked at me. I shrugged. "He's got a point." I turned to the sheriff and said, "Listen... um Stiles's dad, we were just here with our friend Danny. He recently broke up with his boyfriend and we were just trying to cheer him up."

"Right," He said. "You're that girl with the boy's name? Charlie, right?"

I nodded, saluting him. "Aye, aye, captain."

Sheriff looked me up and down and said, "Listen, Charlie, I like you and I, personally, think you could choose some way better friends."

"What?" Stiles looked shocked.

"You seem like a good kid and I've got someone to get back to so I'm gonna trust you," Sheriff said

"Wait," Stiles said. "Someone to get back to? You were on a date?"

"Stiles, he's letting us go so let's go," I pulled him along by the ear much to Stiles's distaste but his dad's enjoyment.

I got in the back of the car with Jackson who now had a bruise on his face. "What'd you do? Play WWE with him?"

"He kept waking up," Scott shrugged.

"Well," Stiles said. "What are we gonna do now?" We were driving down the road trying to decide just that.

"What about your house?" Stiles asked.

"Not with my mom there," Scott exclaimed. "We need to find a place where we can hold him long enough to convince him he's dangerous."

"I still say we just kill him," Stiles shrugged.

"Stiles!" I smack the back of his head.

"OW!" He yelled.

"We're not killing him," Scott said.

"I got an idea," Stiles said.

"Halleluiah!" I shouted. "Let's get naked boy off of me, yes? I think that's a splendid idea."

"This was your perfect idea?" I asked in the morning after Jackson had pants on and was safely locked in a van.

"I never said it was perfect," Stiles said.

"He's going to kill you," I crossed my arms.

"Us, my dear," Stiles said. "Us."

"Why us?" I asked. "He doesn't even know I'm involved. He thinks it's just you two idiots."

"You're gonna talk to him." Stiles looked at me deviously.

"What? Not a chance in hell, Stilinski," I huffed.

Sadly, that didn't work as I sat across from Jackson in an all silver box. He was shirtless and kinda hot but that didn't mask the smell of douche bag coming off of him. Still kinda hot though...

I went in there only armed with two sandwiches and my charm... I had better luck with the sandwiches.

"Let me out!" He yelled.

"Look," I told him. "I'm just trying to help you out. See that bruise on your face? I iced it for you. I never asked for a single thank you, did I? I had to have your head in my lap while you were naked! Wasn't exactly a highlight of my day, okay? You want something to eat?"

"No," Jackson said angrily. "I want to get out of here!"

The door suddenly opened up with Stiles standing there and the sun was just rising. "I need to have a little chat with Jackson, Charlie."

"He's all yours," I told him, exiting the van.

I happily got to go home and get dressed for school. I wore a red plaid shirt, grey jeans, combat boots, and a black beanie. I hurried downstairs to get to school and figure out something about the kanima with Scott. I decided to grab my magical book about fairies. Perhaps I could actually read it.

"Charlie?" I heard Mom call. "You heading to school?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Well," She smiled. "I never got a chance to tell you but I went on a date last night."

I was shocked to hear this as my mom dating was almost like hearing unicorns were real. Shocking yet exciting... "Really? With who?"

"An old friend..." She smiled that smile that people in love did. "It was fantastic. I was just hoping it was okay with you."

"Oh my god, Mom," I laughed. "It's totally cool with me. As long as you're happy..."

"I am!" She laughed. "Now get your butt to school..."

Oh my god. My mom was totally smitten with whoever this guy was. An old friend? I knew my mom used to live in Beacon Hills but this guy had stayed here forever. Was he an old flame?

It was about the middle of the day when I sat down in the library to read this stupid fairy book. I found out all kinds of stuff. I knew I could revert werewolves into original form but the other things a full fairy could do were amazing.

They could heal other creatures but mostly used it on animals since all animals were kind to fairies. Fairies could inflict pain on anyone they wanted to. They just had to think about it. I had to admit that scared me a little bit but I figured I wouldn't be that powerful.

There was a part about a rare fairy breed. They were called Empaths. They could take in all of emotions other whomever they wanted whether to add or take away happiness. It could be used to inflict or take away pain. That explained me. It also added sometimes, if they were really powerful, they could see through the person's eyes and even control them.

The last part I read was fairies were really attractive to creatures of all kinds. Well, the kinds they could mate with... They were also extremely fertile and could have up to sixteen babies in one pregnancy. Oh my god.

Allison brought me out of my trace. "They know where Jackson is. The police do."

"What?" I asked.

"Come on," She said, dragging me along. I could only imagine what was going to happen next. I mean I'd already lied to the police once.

ooo cliff hanger! Anyways guys don't forget to review and all that stuff!