Chapter 11:

I sat with my eyes closed, both hands closed around Scott's as I leaned my head on them.

Deaton was tinkering around checking on Scott's wound every now and then.

"Are you alright?" Deaton asked me

"I'm listening." I admitted

"To what?"

"Everything." I whispered "Anything to distract my mind." I confessed not looking up "I just need to see something. Anything. I let him walk out instead of coming with us. I need to do something to help." I rambled.

I felt like Derek getting caught was half my fault. It was mainly his for not listening to me but I didn't exactly try harder to make him leave.

"This isn't your fault." Deaton said calmly and I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him.

"I know it's not." I sighed "But at the moment I feel there's nothing anyone can do but me. Stiles is dealing with repairs to his car that I need to pay for, Scott's lying unconscious, Peter is threatening my mother and Derek's been kidnapped. Who else is around to do anything?" I asked and ran my hands through my hair in frustration.

"You take a breather and think things through." Deaton advised

"The Argents have Derek." I muttered "Doubtful they'd hide him in their house," I sighed. I looked at Deaton

"Where else is there?"

"The Argents own a lot of places." Deaton admitted. I pressed my hands together and leaned my lips on them.

"But if we know they have him they wont take him somewhere obvious… and it needs to be somewhere with electricity."

"Electricity?" Deaton repeated. I nodded

"They've got him connected up to wires to electrocute him, his arms are held above his head tied up. He's somewhere dark and damp." I muttered

"Alice," I looked up at him "How do you know that?" he was calm but his expression curious, confused.

"I saw it." I answered straight. "I get these… images flash across my mind, and then a few hours to a day later, I see it. But it's not deja vu." I admitted looking down "Derek thinks I'm an oracle, future seers." I sighed

"When did these start?" Deaton wondered

"When Peter bit me." I whispered "Some time he bit Scott." I looked at my unconscious brother

"At first I was drawing pictures in my sleep, then I figured out how to trigger them. Now I see images across my eyes. It's like everything in front of me fades out, but only for a second." I looked up at me

"And Derek said oracle?" Deaton wondered. I nodded "You don't look so sure." He noticed

I took a deep breath.

"When Derek and I found out Peter was the alpha in the long term hospital, he tried to hit me." I began "I don't know what happened, but Peter suddenly… stopped moving. It was like he was being held back, but there was nothing there." I explained confused

"Derek then pushed me and I fell to the ground. When I turned around, Peter was moving again." I said, my eyebrows furrowed.

"Is this the first time something like this has happened?" Deaton asked, I frowned and thought.

"I think so." I said.

Deaton sighed before he looked at my brother. Scott's eyes closed and winced as he come around. I stood up and Deaton moved to organise his supplies. Scott looked around and then at me. I smiled. I held out my hand and helped him to his feet.

"Welcome back to the land of the conscious." Deaton said, Scott stumbled and he and I steadied him. "You doing okay?" Scott blinked and looked up at him, not answering. "Maybe you should sit down, huh?" Deaton patted his chest. I smiled and give Scott a hug before the bell to the front door rang.

The three of us looked at it surprised.

"Hello?" Deaton called. The door shut. Deaton moved toward the front room when there was no answer and Scott grabbed his arm. Deaton gave him a reassuring look, patted his hand and continued on.

Scott looked at me and I put my finger to my lips. He nodded and we listened.

"I'm sorry, but we're—" he paused as he turned the corner "We're closed."

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." it was Peter. I ground my teeth and wanted to hit him. Scott placed an arm around my waist to comfort me.

"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off." Deaton admitted

"These ones wandered in on their own." Peter answered.

"Even if he did, I'm afraid I can't help you. We're closed." Deaton's voice was calm as Scott and I froze, standing still.

"Well, I think you can make an exception this one time— Don't you?" Peters footsteps stopped.

"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible." Deaton disagreed "Maybe you could come back during regular hours."

"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it." Peter's voice was less calm and slightly more forceful.

"Like I said— We're closed." Deaton took a few steps forwards. I don't know what it was, but Peter stepped forward, as if going to approach and then stopped. I heard him scratch the wood of the front barrier.

"Mountain ash. That's an old one." Peter commented. Peter moved and there was a smash as he threw a chair at the wall. Scott jumped next to me at the sudden loud noise and I held his hand.

"Let me be as clear as possible. We are closed." There was no worry in Deaton's voice. It was fierce and strong. And then Peter's footsteps sounded again, moving away.

"There are others who can help me get what I want, Scott. More innocent and far more vulnerable." Peter threatened and Scott's expression hardened.

"Allison!" he realised. The bell rang as the door opened. Deaton walked into the room and Scott released me, grabbing his shirt.

"Deaton, thank you very much," I began "But we have to go." I said as Scott followed

"Thank you." Scott said as we went out the back door.

Scott reached through his pockets looking for something, but there was nothing.

"Where's my phone?" he asked

"I don't know." I shook my head "When did you have it last?" I wondered

"When I texted you." Scott admitted

"Maybe it's in the car." I shrugged as we walked. Neither car's were with us.

"Where's Stiles?" Scott suddenly asked

"I don't know, I haven't had any contact with anyone since last night," I admitted

"Not even Mom?" he asked, and I bit my lip before shaking my head. He groaned.

"Call Stiles." I just pulled out my phone and handed it to him.

Stiles met us at home and reminded me around three hundred times that I'm paying for the slight damage to his car. He asked what happened last night and I filled him in on everything as Scott rummaged through his room.

"Call my phone." he said. Stiles rang it but there was nothing.

"Again." Scott said

"You know it's probably on silent." I muttered as Stiles nudged me and I rang the phone.

I think Stiles and I rang five more times each and still we hadn't found it.

The room was a mess.

"Call it again." Scott said again. Stiles groaned

"It's not here." he confessed. Scott rummaged through his duvet and then to the other side of the room where I was sitting in his couch. I was basically forced from it as he looked between the cushions again and then crashed to look under the bed.

"Okay, so you lost your phone. Why don't you just get a new one?" Stiles asked

"I can't afford a new one." Scott confessed "And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."

"Well, "A", you're not alone. You have me and Alice. And "B", didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire?" Stiles asked "Sounds pretty dead."

"Great optimism." I said sarcastically "Way to make me feel better." I grumbled.

"Argent's plan was to use him to get the Alpha they're not gonna kill him." Scott said as he looked into his bathroom.

"All right, so then just let them do what they're planning, You know? They use Derek to get Peter problem solved." several items of clothing came flying out of the bathroom.

"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek! I can't protect her on my own." Scott said running from the room as Stiles sighed. Scott moved to tear his shelf apart. "Which means we either find Derek first— just— just help me!" Scott chucked a plastic ball as Stiles head. He glared at Scott in return.

"You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting." Stiles thought "You remember that, when he was trying to kill you, after you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behaviour here?" Stiles asked shrugging

"He wasn't going to kill anyone and I'm not letting him die." Scott decided strongly

"Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?" Stiles asked.

"Just cause you don't like him doesn't mean we can just leave him in pain." I said "And if Scott does leave him. I'll find him." I admitted

"Why?" Stiles asked

"Because me he protected and I let him stay there. Partially my fault he's been caught." I admitted. I turned to the window and Scott did the same as I heard the breaks squeak.

"What?" Stiles asked

"My Mom just got home from work." Scott confessed. Mom was sitting in the car outside.

"Hi. It's me. Melissa McCall. I'm giving you a call. That always sounds really weird because of my last name, McCall. So yeah." I sat up as I listened to her hone call and Scott turned around to sit on his desk. "Um— You know, I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to reschedule dinner or lunch. It doesn't have to be dinner. Lunch is good. Or maybe you would like to do coffee, or maybe you're a tea drinker. I don't know. You know, we could also just go out for drinks. Yeah, 'cause I think I need a few after this profoundly embarrassing phone call." Scott sighed and looked at me as I looked down biting my lip.

This was awful.

"So if this really doesn't freak you out too much after this disastrous call, feel free to, um, give me a call." she finished and hung up. Scott sighed

"Is she okay?" Stiles asked. Scott shook his head.

"No." I muttered, swallowing the lump that had risen in my throat.

"What's she doing?" Stiles wondered

"Crying." Scott answered. I hugged my knees and Scott walked over to me, he held out his hand and I took it before he pulled me into a hug.

The two of us sat on his bed opposite Stiles.

"Now our messed up life's affecting her." I muttered "More then just worrying about her teenage children."

"Scott, you can't protect everyone." Stiles admitted

"I have to." Scott decided.

"You're just one person though, even with Stiles and I, three people trying to be in a thousand places at one?" I asked softly looking down. "We seem to hardly be able to look after ourselves, let along others." Scot placed an arm around my shoulder and rubbed my arm comfortingly.

"Thinking about it, I don't even know where to start." I muttered.

"We start by finding Derek." Scott decided

"Any idea on how to do that?" Stiles asked. Scott shook his head.

"I'm going to start by protecting Allison." He decided

"How?" I asked "You can't watch her every move." I reminded him

"I'll stake out at her house at night." Scott decided

"And during school?" I asked. Scott looked at me and I sighed.

"I get to baby sit her." I realised

"Well what about during the dance?" Stiles remembered and we looked at him "Neither of you are going right?" I shook my head and Scott looked at me

"You're not going?" he asked surprised

"Like I can think of going to a dance at the moment." I admitted

"Did no body ask you?" Scott wondered

"No, heaps of people asked me." I sighed "I decided I didn't want to go anymore." I shrugged.

"Wow, never thought I'd hear a girl say that." Stiles confessed

"This girls other things to worry about." I confessed

"So you're gonna have to watch her." I pointed to Scott

"Who's she going with anyway?" Stiles wondered. I pursed my lips and then shrugged

"Haven't spoken to her that much lately." I confessed "What with Scott and her break up and all." I sighed. "Shouldn't be hard to find out though." I shrugged

"Can you?" Scott asked

"Easily." I nodded with a smile. I stood up, ruffled his hair and left the room.


It was easy to figure out who was taking Allison when Lydia just kept bringing up the topic. Mainly talking about going shopping for the dresses. Of which I was being dragged into.

I didn't argue because I refused to tell them both I wasn't going. Lydia for one would kick up a stink.

I headed for the boy's locker room after I'd found out, I pushed through the boys that were all leaving and around to find Scott and Stiles.

"You want me to take her to the formal." Jackson asked confused as Stiles was leaning on the lockers

"I don't want you to. I need you to." Scott admitted

"Why?" I wondered and Scott turned to look at me.

"Scott can't go." Stiles admitted

"Bad grades?" I wondered. They both nodded.

"Screw you." Jackson decided "You know what? Screw you too." he said to Stiles "In fact, screw her." he pointed at me and I raised a fist to hit his teeth out. Stiles made a grab, wrapping a hand around me waist to hold me back.

"Hey, you know we saved your life, right?" Stiles released me with a shrug.

"He left me for dead." Jackson disagreed

"You're the one who went in there and started crying." I snapped

"I got shot for you." Scott admitted

"Oh, yeah? Show me the bullet wound." Jackson said.

"You're a dick." I insulted, Stiles kept a hand on my shoulder.

"You know it healed." Scott sighed

"Convenient." Jackson nodded sarcastically.

"Just do it for Allison, okay? She's in serious danger. I'm talking around-the-clock danger. She needs someone to keep an eye on her at the dance." Scott admitted, Jackson was willing to argue I guess.

"Have her dad do it, okay? He's the one actually equipped to handle this." he reminded them.

"Oh my god." I ran my hands through my hair and turned away from him "Do you own a brain?" I asked

"How am I supposed to do that and keep him from finding out about me?" Scott questioned

"Not my problem."

"You know what it is your problem now." I disagreed walking up to him "Because you're on the hit list too. Doesn't matter if you hate each other Peter knows Scott will come to save you anyway and will probably almost kill you in order to get what he wants." I admitted "So it is your problem! Because either you do this, or, you get dead." I said clearly and Jackson looked worried, his heart beat rising. "This became your problem the second you discovered the secret and decided to get stupidly involved." I smiled at him sweetly and Jackson looked at Scott and then want to push past us. Scott slammed his hand onto the locker blocking Jackson's way.

"You're her friend too. You are. All that time that you spent with her to get to me you can't tell me that you didn't get to know her and like her. It's Allison. It's impossible not to like her." Scott admitted, Jackson didn't look at him. "You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt."

"What if I get hurt?" Jackson asked casually.

"Then it's worth it." Scott thought.

"Not to me." Jackson shook his head

"That's cause you're self centred and inconsiderate. The one thing everyone hates in a person." I shrugged. Jackson rolled his eyes and pushed past us.

"Well, I shouldn't say I told you so — 'cause it's not strong enough." Stiles muttered "How about I'm always right, and you should listen to whatever I have to say and never disagree ever, ever, for the sake of your wolflihood?" Scott's expression was angry.

"I'm not done." he decided

"You're not done." Stiles muttered. I grinned and followed my brother.

"Okay." Stiles muttered and leaned on the lockers

"One more thing." Scott said and Jackson stopped to look at him smugly. Scott's eyes glowed and his incisors grew before he growled at Jackson, who's eyes widened. Scott practically threw him into the door.

Naturally, Jackson gave in after that.

"You know," I began as we watched Jackson approach Allison "He was taking her to the dance anyway." I confessed. Both boys turned to look at me shocked. I nodded "Lydia and Allison just told me. That's why I came to find you."

"You couldn't have said something before hand?" Stiles asked

"I'd rather see Scott beat up Jackson." I shrugged

"Hey, what time should I pick you up for the dance tomorrow?" Jackson rushed as he leaned on the lockers next to Allison. She looked at him a little surprised.

"Are you okay?" she asked

"Yeah, I-I'm great. I'm just excited to go to the formal. With you. As friends. Just friends. Just— just friends." he stammered and Allison nodded.

"Oh god." I sighed. Allison laughed and Jackson did also, a fake one though, as he spotted us.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll still be there." Stiles assured Scott

"I'm still going." he decided

"Um…" I began "How?" I wondered

"Is that such a good idea?" Stiles asked as we watched Allison and Jackson walk off down the corridor. "Do you even have a date?"

"Not yet." Scott admitted

"Do you have a suit?" Stiles wondered

"Not yet." Scott repeated

"Do you have a ticket to the formal? A ride there?"

"No. And no." Scott sighed as he turned to look at Stiles and I.

"Well you've thought this through." I sighed

"So you're gonna ride your bike to a dance that you're not even allowed to go to without a date, a suit, or a way in with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your little werewolf ass." Stiles summarised

"Yeah. You gonna help me?" Scott grinned

"Hell, yeah." Stiles agreed and they looked at me.

"No." I decided and they looked at me shocked. "You two, focus on protecting everyone like you've decided." I said and then sighed "I'm going to find Derek."

"How?" Scott asked

"Not easily." I muttered. I turned and walked to my locker but didn't even get halfway there before Lydia appeared.

"We're going shopping after school remember." Guess I couldn't run away.

"I haven't forgotten." I smiled

"Great." and she took my hand, dragging me to the parking lot.

Allison met us at her car and drove us.


"Hey Allison," I began as we walked into Macy's "Are you alright?" she'd been rather distracted, and rather quiet, the entire car ride.

"Yeah fine…" she said

"Are you sure?" Lydia asked, catching onto her mood.

"Nothing's wrong, I just— I have a lot on my mind." Allison confessed as we reached the escalators.

"You could smile, at least." Lydia admitted "Ever heard of the saying, "Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile"? Smile, Allison." Lydia said as Allison chuckled "I'm buying you a dress."

"Which means it'll be expensive and elegant." I smiled to Allison.

"Have to admit as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected." Allison said

"Excellent." Lydia answered.

"But not as much as I'm going to ask." Allison smirked. I raised an eyebrow as she looked mischievous

"What? What's that supposed to mean?" Lydia wondered as we came to the top of the escalators.

"It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided-up jock you said yes to and you're going to go with somebody else." Allison decided. Lydia looked worried

"Who?" she wondered. Allison turned and I followed her gaze.

I gapped. She was looking at Stiles.

Wait… what was Stiles doing here…

Wow, protection detail even though I'm here with her. Glad to know I'm trusted.

"Him." Allison said. Stiles was smelling perfumes and he sprayed some in his face before sneezing.

Great first impression.

Lydia watched him, almost embarrassed as she hated the idea.

"Don't frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile." Allison quoted her and Lydia glared.

"Don't worry," I assured her, placing my hand on her shoulder "This one already did." I smiled at Allison before we looked back at Stiles. He waved to us and we waved back.

Lydia made him carry all her things.

"Oh okay, so are you just gonna try these on right now?" Lydia pilled the dresses up and grabbed Stiles' arm dragging him with her "All of them? Is this a 24-hour Macy's?" they walked off towards the change rooms and I grinned as Allison and I looked at some more dresses.

She pulled out a white fluffy one with a Black top and a red sash around the waist, holding up up to herself.

Allison turned to mirror and stopped. I moved and saw who was reflected in it.

Allison turned and looked at Peter as he walked towards us. He admired her awkwardly

"That's not your colour." he decided "Sorry if that was intrusive, but considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter." he shrugged. I glared at him.

"Because I'm pale?" Allison nodded

"Fair." Peter smiled "I mean, you can't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect." He chuckled and Allison smiled.

"Okay." Allison agreed as she turned away to put the dress back. Peter glanced at me and my glare stayed put. He raised an eyebrow but I didn't weaver.

"Trust me, I— I have a unique perspective on the subject." Peter sighed and turned around to take a light silver dress. "Do you mind?" He took Allison's hand and compared her skin to the dress. Allison looked at me as I glared and I saw the confusion in her face. "See? Much better." Allison smiled

"You two are not here alone, are you?" Peter half asked. "Shopping for dresses with friends." he nodded

"It's funner in a group." I said, surprised at how light I managed to keep my voice. Allison nodded

"High school dance." Peter realised

"Formal." Allison corrected

"Attention shoppers. To the owner of a blue Mazda, license plate—"

"Did she just say a blue Mazda?

"— 5768. Your car is being towed—"

"Yeah…" I muttered looking at the roof

"Oh!" Allison gasped "That's my car." and she turned and left, pulling her keys from her bag. Peter looked annoyed before his eyes settled on me and I crossed my arms.

"You really think, we're gonna leave her alone?" I asked slowly "Any of them?" Peter then smiled and shook his head.

"I have to say, Scott, I continue to be impressed with your ingenuity." he complimented "Just remember— You can't be everywhere all the time."

"It's a good thing you can't either then, isn't it." I muttered, Peter looked at me before he turned to leave.

I walked forward to where my brother is.

"Unfortunately he's right."

"What else can I do?"

I sighed.

"I don't know." I admitted. "But what I do know is that Stiles and I are now with Lydia and Allison and you need a suit." I smiled

"I can't afford one." he sighed

"So you get one second hand." I shrugged "As long as it's whole there's no problem." I hit his shoulder and went to find Allison.

"Good luck." I called back.

I returned home before Scott did, mom wasn't home and I closed the door to my room.

Now was the only chance all day I'd gotten to figure out how to find Derek.

And all I could think of, was to see or draw something. An idea that was no where near full proof, but it was all I had.

I grabbed a heap of papers and laid them out on the floor in front of me. I grabbed a box full of pens and pencils and scattered those around as well.

Then I sat for about twenty minutes, just staring at it all. Distracting my mind so that I drew something, which so far was not something I would be able to do when I needed these predictions most. Like when we were trying to figure out who the alpha was, or when I was trying to figure out why Derek went with Peter. Nothing came to me, it was all I could think about. I wouldn't be able to clear my head in a situation like that, when they're needed most.

I leaned back against my bed, one of the many pencils in my hand and closed my eyes with a sigh.

I had to find him.

I heard the door downstairs and then Scott ran up the stairs to his room. I heard him jump into the shower and I turned back to my papers. They were still blank.

Mom was next to come home and I still hadn't done anything. The first place she went was Scott's room.

"Wow." I heard her say "Don't you look good." I groaned, curiosity getting to me and I walked around into my brothers room. Scott was in his suit, other then the jacket which was on the bed.

"This is really nice." Mom complimented as she flipped open the jacket. Scott was standing at the mirror as he fiddled with a tie.

"How did you afford a— oh—" there was duck tape inside the packet, keeping it together.

"It's not gonna work, is it?" Scott worried

"No, no, it's fine, it's fine." Mom smiled and lifted the jacket "No one'll notice." she shook it and Scott turned back to his mirror "No one legally blind." she added and I snickered.

"I heard that." Scott confessed. I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom.

"Let me," I took the tied form his hands and fixed it for him.

"There."

"Thanks." he smiled.

"Piece of cake. Now we just gotta deal with the jacket." I said turning to Mom, she rolled her eyes

"Okay, well, you just come in here, and we can try it." she asked "Come on, come on, come on. Let's do this." Scott walked over and put his hands into the sleeves to the jacket.

"See?" Scott turned around and she fixed his collar "I actually think this is gonna work."

"Really?" Scott asked

"Turn." she ordered, Scott held his hands out, raising the jacket and turned around "And no." there was a hole in the pants.

"What?" he asked. Mom pointed down and Scott turned to look at it.

"Yeah…" she muttered

"What I— I don't have time for this! I can't buy new ones, Mom! What am I gonna do?" he fretted

"Okay, don't panic, all right? Take them off." and she turned for the door "Pants off now." I sat on his bed as mom ran back in with a needle and thread. She began to sew up his pants.

"So is she coming here, because you know I need the car tonight." Mom said casually

"No. I'm going stag." Scott confessed, Mom stopped and looked up at him

"You're going alone?" she asked

"Stag." Scott corrected "There's a difference. Sort of."

"No, not really." I disagreed

"Hey at least I'm going." he snapped at me

"I told you. I'm not in the mood for a dance." I sighed

"Didn't you want to get all dressed up?" mom asked

"That part I like." I smiled

"Did no one asked you?"

"Lots of people did." I nodded "I just, declined because I didn't feel like it." I shrugged

"So you're gonna stay here?" Mom wondered

"Uhuh." I nodded

"Well, I guess it's better then going alone." Mom muttered

"Mom." Scott snapped

"I'm sorry, I'm just a little, you know, surprised that, you know, you don't have anyone else to ask other than Allison." Mom said causally, Scott sighed

"There are no other girls besides Allison." Scott confessed, Mom looked at me and I smiled

"You really feel that way?" she asked smiling. Scott looked at her, glanced at me and sighed

"Can you just please keep sewing?" he asked

"No, no, no, no. You have time for just one question. Come here." she continued to sew but patted the bed on her other side. Scott sat down and she looked at him.

"Do you really feel that way?" she repeated

"I can't help it." Scott sighed "I mean, every time I look at her, I get this this hollow feeling in my chest, and it's like— it's like someone literally took a shovel and dug a hole in me, and it's the worst feeling I've ever had in my life, and I didn't— I didn't know anyone could actually ever feel this bad." he rambled, slinging all his words together

"I know. Everyone knows eventually. But it does go away." mom promised

"I don't want it to." Scott shook his head. Mom stopped and I raised my eyebrows a little.

"Have you told her how you feel?" Mom asked

"She knows." he said. Mom hit his forehead

"Come on, she knows. She knows?" she asked. She looked at me and I held my hands up.

"He doesn't come to me for advise. Though it would be smart." I pointed at Scott. Scott opened his mouth but mom got there first.

"Listen, dumb ass, I'm gonna let you in on a secret that most guys don't even have a clue about, all right? You ready? Women love words." she spelled it out.

"There's a difference between guessing and having it said to you." I said seriously "A girl might accept that she's pretty but if a guy tells her she's beautiful, whether she knows it or not, it would brighten her entire week." Mom nodded listening to me.

"Huh?" Scott questioned. Mom and I sighed.

"You need to tell her how you feel." mom said simply "Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently." she smiled "Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it." Mom smiled "You know, just write it in a poem and a letter attached to flowers, carve it in a tree, in a sidewalk with cement— tattoo on your arm."

"Really?" he asked suddenly

"No. Not really." she said and I giggled, she bit the thread to break it as she'd finished "Just— Tell her the truth. Tell her anything and everything you want."

"Everything?" Scott asked and he looked at me

"What ever you want to." I shrugged, adding the hidden meaning.

"But when you do keep that buttoned." she pointed to his jacket and I smirked as she stood up. "Here you go." she chucked the pants onto the bed and Scott grabbed them.

"Are you seriously not going to come?" he asked me.

"Yeah." I sighed

"Didn't you buy a dress and everything?" Scott wondered

"Only to keep Lydia from suspecting anything." I shrugged "I'll be fine. You keep an eye on Allison, and I'm going to try and draw— everything." I decided

"Draw?" Scott asked. I nodded

"No one will be home. Something's bound to happen." I admitted "Just — call me if anything happens." I asked "And that's the same for Stiles. I know he's taking Lydia." I smiled

"If you need help, call me." I said seriously, standing in front of him. He nodded and I patted his head

"Good boy." I smiled. He growled at me and I grinned before leaving the room.


Yeah I sat there for at least an hour without getting anything. I was practically lying on the papers.. I had my eyes shut as I lied there, twiddling the pencil in my hand.

I groaned and sat up annoyed, listening around wasn't helping anymore, distracting myself used to be the key, what happened? Why wasn't it working? I could hear the music at the dance, I could hear Stiles telling Lydia to get up and dance, I could hear Coach shouting at Scott. And yet nothing had happened…

I looked at the papers and suddenly stood up.

I'd drawn a silhouette around my body, the rest of the papers were green with the texture of grass.

The problem with my silhouette was that it wasn't mine.

The worse problem, was the wounds, cuts and the bite mark on the undrawn body.

Someone was going to get attacked. Peter was going to attack someone. But all I knew was that it was a girl, the dress and hair had been marked, only there weren't any features to it.

I pulled out my phone and called Scott.

He didn't answer.

I dialled Stiles.

He did answer.

"Alice!"

"Peter's gonna attack someone!" I blurted out

"Pe— what?" he asked

"I don't know who he's just gonna bite someone, and scratch them, lots." I continued

"How do you know?"

"I drew a life-sized picture." I said simply "But I used myself as an outline and it's not filled in other then the wounds that will be inflicted, I have no idea who it is." I continued

"Uh… okay… do you have any descriptors?" Stiles asked

"It's a girl. Long hair." I said "That's all."

There was a pause.

"Stiles, what's wrong?" I demanded

"Lydia." he said "I can't find Lydia."

The phone slipped from my grasp as my breath caught in my throat. I heard the music through Stiles' phone and the voices that came with it. I shook my head and took several deep breaths before fumbling for my phone.

"Stiles, she's somewhere with grass. Lots of it, all around her." I said "You have to find her!" he hung up.

I looked at my phone and then at the picture. I ground my teeth and collected all the drawn on papers. I piled them up and kneeled down in front of the blank ones. I closed my eyes put the pencil to the paper and just drew a line.

I didn't think about what to draw, I didn't listen to anything else, I just drew blindly. If this didn't want me to be conscious about it, then I wouldn't think of what to draw. I'd just start.