A/N: So idk about you guys but two hours leading up to the teen wolf season finale I was absolutely freaking. Like legit couldn't bare to deal with the thought of "oh my god, what if Derek dies?" No, I was totally absolutely freaking. Then, THEN, it came on. And I died. I was on the edge of my bed the whole time and just posting things on tumblr non stop. The entire finale was just one big shock to me, Jeff Davis is truly a gift. And the ending, OMG THE ENDING. "I said no wolf powers!" I just smiled for a good ten minutes because of that, it was THE cutest ending. Ugh and Peter hale's sass. I was laughing so much. Okay, this is almost done, I swear. How the hell are we supposed to wait another YEAR for season three! The only thing that's gonna keep me from going crazy is writing but omg, come on, I want my Derek :[ Tell me what you guys think!
Chapter Eleven:
Lunatic
Chapter Song: She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5
The alpha growled in my face, his lips curling up into a snarl. The heat from his breath prickled my skin. His devil eyes telling me that this was it, they were screaming with murder. A scream escaped my lungs as he lunged for my neck and—
"In other news, Beacon Hills High School reopens after being closed Thursday and Friday. Police search continues for alleged killer Derek Hale. So far their searches have been futile since —" The palm of my hand slammed down on my alarm clock to shut it off. This was the second morning in a row I woke up to that same nightmare. They'd usually be paired with more—various nightmares of Derek dying. It was finally Monday again, and this was the first weekend of my life I was praying to end. I had spent my entire weekend to myself, locked away in my room, minus last night when Stiles took us to get drunk. Did I mention how bad of an idea that was? Stiles was going to have the worst hangover this morning. Not like I cared, he deserved it for taking us out there. A few thoughts crossed my mind before I got out of bed—things like remembering tonight was the full moon and how much I didn't want to be around people. Those thoughts were pushed back while I got ready for school. After I finished doing my makeup, which made me look like a brand new, happy, person might I add, I threw on a plain navy dress, a braided belt, and a pair of wedges. Usually dressing up after a weekend of feeling like nothing helped me pick my spirits up. But, I guess this time was different. Sure, the outfit looked good on me but I wasn't in the mood to dress cute. When I was about to go change into a pair of pants and an oversized jacket, I was stopped by the time. Stiles was going to pick me up in a few minutes. I grabbed my school bag and rushed downstairs when my phone buzzed in my hand.
Something's going on at school, cops are here, won't be able to drive you.
Way to tell me twenty minutes ago, Stiles. He was still hung-over from last night's events, I could guarantee it. Rushing into the kitchen, I found my mom rummaging through the fridge.
"Morning sweetie." She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
"Any chance I could take the car today? Stiles cancelled on me last minute." She pondered the thought for a moment.
"Just be back by five, your father and I are going out tonight."
"I suppose you'll be back late?" She nodded her head. I concealed the sigh hoping to escape my mouth, "alright, thanks. I'll see you later."
"Katherine are you sure you're up for going to school today? If you want to miss today I'll understand." My mother was never understanding of me skipping school because I just didn't feel like it. As much as I wanted to stay home and crawl into a ball, sleeping the day away, I had to get out and face reality at some point this week.
"I'm fine." I pursed my lips, turning on my heels and walking out to the car, ready for the drive ahead of me.
Climbing out of my car, an uncomfortable feeling overtook me. It was overwhelming, like it was consuming me. No one was pointing at me saying 'hey, it was one of the girls involved', no one knew.
My eyes glanced over to where Derek was thrown against the school, his bleeding body still pictured in my mind. It made me jump. Caution tape was spread over the window that Stiles battery had been thrown through. Other than that, the school looked perfectly normal. There were no signs of a killer Alpha attack. Hurrying into the school, I read a text from Stiles that he was outside the principal's office. And that's exactly where I went.
"This is really dangerous dad, something you've never dealt with before." Stiles had his dad pulled aside from a group of cops talking to each other.
"I know. That's why I brought in a state detective." Said Sheriff Stilinski, looking over to a dark haired man dressed in an expensive looking suit. "Hey pumpkin." Sheriff Stilinski smiled, noticing my presence.
"Morning." I mustered up a semi-happy voice.
"How are you feeling?" He wondered.
"Fine. Perfect." My lips upturned into a quick smile.
"Sure? How's that cut doing?"
"It's fine, I swear, just a little scratch. Stiles, we better get going."
"Before you do, Katherine can I talk to you for a second?"
"Sure." Oh boy, what was he going to say? I should have said no, that I was late. When I was pulled aside by Sheriff Stilinski, Stiles began to follow.
"Alone." The sheriff cleared up, Stiles backed off.
"Are you going to tell me what all this talk about you and Derek Hale being in a relationship is?" Silently, I cursed. Stiles told him, that was it, I was probably being booked to go into jail since they couldn't find Derek. How long have I been staring at the sheriff for? He probably knew, oh my God.
"What?" I acted clueless.
"I've been hearing a bit of talk around school, that Jackson said something about you two being in a relationship. Is this true?"
"Jackson always makes up these crazy stories, he's just starting another rumor to make me look bad. It's not true." I hated lying to Stiles dad. He was like my father, hell, I was even closer to him that I was to my own dad. He basically brought me up over the years. He saw me through all my crazy phases, he saw me at my ugly, embarrassing points, and he was always there. But lying to him to protect myself was something I had to do.
"Alright," he let out a heavy breath through his nose and patted my head, "go, good luck on your test." Test? What test? I nodded and met up with Stiles, walking to class with him.
"Hey." Allison brushed my arm to stop me from walking straight past her when we entered the room. She caught my attention while Stiles went to go sit down in his assigned seat.
"Hey." I tried to sound happy, I really did, but it didn't turn out like that. "You okay?" I wondered, seeing Allison looked almost as upset as I was.
"I haven't talked to Scott if that's what you're asking." She sighed, tucking a lock of brown hair behind her ear.
"No. Are you okay?"
"I've been better," She frowned, "how about you? I never saw you since, you know, that night."
"I've been better." I repeated her words.
"I heard you got attacked, I tried calling you all weekend."
"I was a bit out of touch these past few days."
"Can you tell me what you were talking about when you said he was innocent?" Scott walked in, catching both our attentions.
"Not here, not right now." I shook my head, walking past her and taking a seat.
"Allison." Scott stopped next to her desk.
"Mr. McCall, take a seat. Yes class, I'll be substituting today for Mr. Fisher today, and yes, you're still taking your test." A chorus of groans erupted throughout the room after Mr. Harris, our Chemistry teacher, finished passing out the tests. Shoot! Our tests, I had forgotten about the history test that was scheduled for today. As Scott took his seat he gave me his usual 'good morning' look, but this time, I could sense more sympathy in it. The weakest smile barely lifted my lips to answer him.
"You've got forty five minutes to complete this test. Twenty five percent of your grade can be earned by writing your name on the cover of the blue book. However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I'll be left yet again to be questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let's get the disappointment over with and begin." Mr. Harris' thumb pressed down on the stopwatch and the hands began ticking. I'm not sure how I was supposed to take this test right now, there were so many things on my mind more import than a stupid fifty point history test.
Question one: An increase of imports of consumer goods is most likely to have been caused by a…
I read the choices given bellow and couldn't figure out which one to circle. Would it be A? Or how about C? No, that couldn't make sense, none of these answers made sense. When I moved onto question two, I began to panic when I couldn't figure out the answer. Next to me, I could hear Daniel Marshall breathing inexcusably loud and Stiles circling a few answers from behind me. It got on my nerves, making me angry inside. No, stay focused. When I went back to my test, I re-read the second question.
"The Alpha killed Derek, who's next?" I reread the question twice, not believing my eyes. What? No, it can't be. Then I looked down to the answers. A) Stiles, B) Scott, C) Allison, D) You.
I went down to the next question, The full moon's tonight, who is Scott going to kill? All the answers, A thought D listed me. My breaths began to become shaky, and my vision became fuzzy. My side began stinging with a sickening pain. In one swift motion, I grabbed my bag off the ground and rushed out of the room.
"Miss Hemmings? Miss Hemmings!" Mr. Harris yelled as I rushed out of the room.
"Mr. McCall!" Mr. Harris screeched. I could hear another pair of footsteps, which my best bet was Scott's, go the opposite way.
"Mr. Stilinski, is this some kind of joke? Did they plan this?"
"No it's not Mr. Harris!" Stiles called back. I turned right down a hallway but unfortunately, my wedges gave away where I was walking. I could feel my eyes fill up with tears and finally have them spill down my cheeks, a few falling on my lips.
"Katherine." Stiles entered the hallway I was in. I turned around, looking at him with glassy eyes.
"What happened back there?"
"I can't be here right now Stiles, I can't do it."
"Why? Because of Derek?"
"Because of everything. Because of Derek, the fear that Scott is going to kill one of us tonight, the Alpha still being here, and your dad questioning me about Derek."
"I'm sorry." Stiles voice was tiny.
"It doesn't matter anymore." I shook my head, sick of crying, and I began walking away again.
"Yes it does! And we'll get past this, all of it. We'll be fine tonight, everything will be fine." Stiles promised. God, I loved him. Not in that way but in the way that he was acting like a big overprotective brother, making sure I've been and will be all right from these past couple days. I wiped away the left over teardrops on my face and faced my friend.
"How come I don't believe you?" I asked, a warily smile coming across my face. Stiles walked over to me, embracing me in a protective hug.
"We'll get past this." He promised, and after that, we went off to find Scott. Stiles had called his cell and we followed the noise, which lead us to the locker room. We could hear water pounding the floors and we slowly made our way towards the showers. Relief washed over us as we found Scott standing under the shower shirtless, his head leaning against the tan tiles. Scott shut the shower off and looked to us, heavily breathing. His eyes were filled with pain.
"Stiles," he gasped for air, "I can't—"
"Are you changing?" Stiles quickly asked.
"No, I can't breathe." I unzipped the small compartment of Scott's backpack that Stiles was holding and handed Scott his inhaler. He inhaled the medicine like it was his last hope, breathing in and out over and over again.
"I was having an asthma attack?" Scott realized, astonished.
"No, a panic attack. But you stopped it once you thought you were having an asthma attack."
"Ironic." Stiles rang.
"How'd you know to do that?"
"I'm not dumb Scott, I've had a few panic attacks over the years."
"Same." Stiles admitted.
"Not fun, huh?" Scott shook his head furiously.
"I looked at her and it was like someone hit me in the ribs with a hammer."
"Yeah, it's called heartbreak. There's about two billion songs written about it." Stiles pursed his lips.
"It's like I couldn't even—"
"Breathe?" I finished. Scott nodded. "It's like you don't have any air left." He nodded again.
"Dude, you got dumped. Her dad's a werewolf hunter and you're a werewolf, it was bound to happen," I gave Stiles a glare, "not helping, okay. But I get it. It sucks, for both of you. This just happened to be one big sucky week."
"It's not just that, it's like I could feel everyone's emotions in the room."
"Full moon?" I suggested. Scott's strange behavior has never come to this.
"We'll lock you in your room so the Alpha, who we now know is not your boss, can't get to you."
"No, we need to do more than lock me in my room."
"Why? Be-because you'll be caught by hunters?"
"No," I realized, "because he thinks he's going to kill someone." Stiles gulped at my statement.
"That's not good."
I managed to make it through the day. Surprisingly. After the final school bell rang, I went in search of Stiles and Scott since they had lacrosse practice. When I checked the field, it happened to be majorly over cast and rainy so practice was being held inside for the next few minutes until the rained lightened up. When I got over to the area the locker room was in, the boys were all piling out.
"Stiles—" I called, trying to get his attention from Scott.
"No, it's Biles." He sternly corrected. My brows furrowed and I stopped walking and I finally rolled my eyes.
"I sometimes wonder why I'm friends with you." Scott laughed and they proceeded on with their conversation.
"See if you smell any sexual desire!" Stiles urged. My brows rose and I looked from Stiles to Scott, concern crossing my face.
"Should I be concerned?" I wondered, asking Scott.
"Come on, please Scott, I've liked her since third freaking grade. You've got to do this for me, please." Stiles pleaded his friend. Scott mumbled a fine and walked towards the one and only Lydia.
"I love you. I love you! You're my best friend in the whole world." Stiles called after him. We watched the two go into a room together, going to talk about something Stiles was excited about.
"Can you pick me up tonight? My parents need the car."
"Yeah, seven good?" I nodded.
"Bilisnki, come on!" Coach Finstock yelled and Stiles scurried off with a quick mumbled goodbye. Biles? Bilinski? What the f—
"Katherine." Allison's voice called. I turned around to see her walking towards me.
"What happened today?" She questioned.
"It was a bad morning." I shook my head, exhaling loudly.
"Is this concerning Derek and whatever happened?"
"You could say that."
"Can you tell me what happened that night?"
"Nothing, it's…I'm positive Derek was innocent."
"Was?"
"I don't think it was him."
"Then where is he, are the police going after him?"
"It's—" I was interrupted by the sound of Allison's high-pitched ring tone.
"Hey dad. No, it's fine. I'll come, there? Alright, it's…" Their conversation went on. I mouthed Allison 'bye' and walked away, passing the room Scott and Lydia went into. Subconsciously, I turned my head to the window to look for Scott and through the dusty blinds. Oh God. I found Scott alright…sucking face with Lydia.
"Way to go, Scott." I whispered, shaking my head. His head snapped up, spying me through the window, disapproving of his actions. But by the time he came out to talk to me, I was gone, heading towards the parking lot to the car. Walking out into the courtyard of the school, I could feel cold drops of rain dot my skin. God, why did I park so far? These wedges were killing my feet. Once I found my car, one of the few left in the lot, I threw my stuff in the passenger seat and climbed in, heading home immediately. The ride home consisted of me staring out the window, counting the seconds in between the swipes from my windshield wiper, and listening to sad music.
I drove for miles and miles and wound up at your door. I fed you so many times but somehow I want more.
My mind didn't dare to let myself wander onto such topics of the full moon and Derek's death. All I did was repeat lyrics to songs in my head. The whole drive. I didn't have enough energy to sing along or even hung with the song, so I kept silent.
I don't mind spending everyday. Out on your corner in the pouring rain. Look for the girl with the broken smile. Ask her if she wants to stay awhile.
I could feel myself getting choked up again, the feelings overtaking me. All I wanted was a normal life, a normal relationship where I'd fall for some guy, we'd have an amazing first date, we'd have our share of fights, but we'd get through it all because we loved each other. I never even had the chance to do any of that with Derek. Granted he wasn't the kind of romantic guy you'd sing along to this song terribly with like Miley and Liam did together, but still. Through his tough guy wall that I could see past, he was a great guy. And I'd never go on a legitimate first date with him.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies its compromise that moves us along.
I never would have had a normal life with him anyways. A werewolf and a human? No, that didn't work. It never got the chance to work. I never asked for any of this, being pulled into the supernatural world. But then again, if I hadn't, I wouldn't have met Derek. And I'd still be living in the boring, uneventful town of Beacon Hills where the biggest, most exciting thing that ever happened was the drama between Jackson and Lydia.
And she will be loved…
How did I manage to come back to thinking about Derek yet again? I needed to move on. Living in this kind of deep sadness wasn't getting me anywhere. But it wasn't like I could help it.
I tried so hard to say goodbye.
I pulled into my driveway just as the song finished. Time to prepare for the full moon…
I was standing outside in the dark, waiting for Stiles to pick me up. I had changed into a more comfortable outfit, a long sleeved shirt and jeans. I had slipped on a pair of Converse before leaving the house, just incase tonight included any running away from a certain creature. Had Stiles forgotten about me? I'd been standing out here for about ten minutes now, and Stiles was always on time. Especially tonight since it was of so much importance. Dialing Stiles number, I pressed the phone to my ear to hear his voicemail. Beeeep.
"Stiles, did you forget about picking me up? I've been standing out here for like ten minutes and I don't think you'd be late especially for something like tonight, and, and you're here." My voice faded off by the end, a pair of headlights blinding me as they pulled up into the driveway. I hung up the call and climbed into the crappy Jeep I'd grown to love.
"Ignore the voicemail I just left." I told Stiles as we pulled away from my house.
"Okay. Feeling any better?" Stiles asked, concerned with my fragile state.
"Yeah," I paused, thinking about what I saw earlier, "actually no, I'm not." I sighed.
"Do you want to talk more about Derek?"
"No, it's something else that you may not like to hear." Sure, I may have been wrong in telling Stiles about the kiss for multiple reasons, but I was doing it for myself. Why? Because it was payback. My kind of payback.
Stiles pulled a duffle out of his trunk after we reached the McCall household. Walking up the porch, Stiles handed me a copied key and I slipped it through the lock, opening the front door.
"Scott?" Melissa called in the next room.
"Katherine." I called back. I was like her daughter, she expected me here at random points of the night. Melissa walked in, rolling up the sleeve of her lilac scrubs.
"And Stiles." He nervously laughed, throwing down the duffle filled with chains. It made noise as it hit the wood floors, catching Melissa's attention.
"What is that?"
"Uhhm School project." Stiles unrealistically lied. Melissa turned to me.
"Really, what is that?"
"School project. Please excuse Stiles, he had way to much Adderall today."
"Of course," Melissa pursed her lips, "he's okay, right? I shouldn't be worried? He just doesn't talk to me, not much anymore. Not like he used to."
"We've all had a bit of a rough week, he's just been hit a bit harder. He'll be back to normal again soon, I'll make sure of it." I lied, I couldn't help if Scott was acting different since he was a werewolf now. She gave me a warm smile, silently telling me thank you.
"Alright you guys, be careful tonight." Tonight? Why was tonight so important?
"You too." Stiles added, not registering what she said.
"Full moon." Melissa added, shuffling through her purse.
"Y—What?" Stiles immediately reacted. I tried staying calm but my eyes widened a bit.
"It's a full moon tonight," she laughed, "you should see how the ER gets, it brings out all the nut jobs."
"Oh." Stiles and I said simultaneously, letting out a breath of relief.
"Yeah, it's actually where they came up with the word lunatic." Melissa explained, walking past us. Stiles and I looked at each other; Scott was basically turning into a lunatic because of the moon. "Scott should be home soon, you can wait in his room." Melissa walked out the door with a final goodbye.
"Where do you think Scott is?" I wondered as we walked up the stairs and into Scott's room. Stiles opened the door and flipped the lights on.
"I don't know, he should—"
"Oh my God!" I gasped, seeing Scott sitting in his green fabric arm chair like a serial killer waiting for his prey.
"Holy crap," Stiles jumped, the duffle bag falling on the floor, "Scott, your mom said you weren't home. You scared us to death." Stiles had a hand over his heart, attempting to calm it down. I looked to the left to see his window open. That's how he got in secretly.
"Window?" I realized, picking the bag of heavy chains up and hauling them towards Scott.
"Correct." Scott's voice sounded dreary and dark.
"Let's get this set up." My suggestion was more like a command.
"No. I'm fine. I'm just going to lock my doors and go to bed early tonight." Scott didn't seem himself. At all.
"You sure about that? Because you've got this serial killer look in your eyes."
"And I'm hoping it's the full moon because it's really starting to freak me out." Stiles worried.
"I'll be fine." He eyed me, like he was plotting to kill me. My stomach knotted. "You should go now." Scott urged, his voice empty.
"Alright, we'll leave."
"What?" I looked to Stiles.
"Can you at least look in the bag, see what I bought? Maybe you use it, maybe you don't." It took a moment for Scott to get up. He bent down on the other side of the duffle, picking up the chains with one hand.
"You think I'm going to let you put these on me? Chain me up like a dog?" He spat.
"Actually no." Stiles plan took into effect. He rushed forward, grabbing Scott's wrist, and attached him to the radiator with a pair of wolfsbane soaked handcuffs. Scott yelled, trying to break free.
"What do you think you're doing?" He yelled, "were you in on this?" Scott glared at me, daggers in his eyes.
"It had to happen." I shrugged.
"I'm protecting you from yourself…and getting a little payback. For making out with Lydia." Scott immediately looked to me.
"You told?" He exclaimed.
"Payback's a bitch." I crossed my hands over my chest.
"Payback? What did I ever do to you?"
"I told you I'd get you back for telling the police it was Derek."
"He's dead! Get over it!" Scott yelled, struggling in the handcuff. His words cut through me like a knife, but I stayed in a perfect state of normalness.
"Even if he's dead, he's still innocent. As I told you, they're going to find holes in your little lies, and whenever they find his body, it'll be on you." I crouched down to meet his gaze and once I finished my little speech, I stood back up, taking a stance near Stiles.
"Stiles, you can't do this to me!" He cried.
"Sorry man, protecting all of us."
"You caused this! This is your fault!" Scott barked at me.
"You confuse me with someone with remorse." I replied with the quick raise of my brows. Stiles and I headed outside after Scott basically yelled at me for being a bad friend, not that I cared or anything. It was the full moon making him do this, it was making him a lunatic. I slid down the wall and Stiles was across from me. An hour or two later, Stiles came in with a water bottle and dog bowl that read 'Scott' in a messy, childish, handwriting. Scott had thrown the bowl at Stiles and Stiles freaked out on him.
"—and probably tomorrow you won't remember any of this! You won't remember being such a piece of crap friend to Katherine and me. You won't remember kissing the love of my life or insulting Katherine about Derek being dead. Good move Scott, real great move." Scott proceeded to mumbled about how Lydia kissed Scott, and how she liked it. Stiles left the room, sitting down on the floor across from me again. Stiles shut the door after Scott had yelled, mouthing off at how Lydia had his hands all over him. It was my turn to comfort Stiles.
"Stiles." I spoke, but he just put his hand up to stop me from talking, shaking his head and looking down to the floor. My lips formed a tight line, and I did the same.
An hour later, both Stiles and I continued in our silence. Scott's plea's grew stronger through out the hour, then he finally quieted down. Then he started up again.
"Stiles, Katherine, please. It's the full moon, I swear. I wouldn't hurt both of you on purpose. Please, it's starting to hurt. It's not like the first time. It's the full moon. It's Allison. It's not just taking a break, I know, she broke up with me…and it's killing me. I feel it. I feel hopeless, just please, please help me. Let me out, that's all I ask." Scott pleaded for dear life.
"I can't." Stiles' voice cracked.
"Katherine? Please, help. Get me out." He sounded so weak and helpless.
"Sorry Scott, but not this time." There was a short silence. Suddenly, I felt a burning sensation in my stomach where I had gotten cut. My hand immediately flew to the cut, pressing down on the covered skin. Unaware of what I was doing, I quietly hissed out in pain.
"Are you okay?" Stiles looked at me with concern.
"Yeah." The pain went away as quickly as it came. Soon after, Scott began breathing heavily and rattling the handcuff around his wrist.
"No, no, no!" He began repeating. And in seconds, he began screaming in pain. Stiles covered his ears tightly to block out the noise. I leaned my head against the wall, making failing attempts to block Scott's cries out. Five minutes went by and Scott was still yelling. His screams of pain were getting to Stiles; he looked like he was about to cry. Then all of the sudden, there was silence: no screams, no rattling of the handcuffs, no sounds. This was quickly brought to Stiles attention.
"Scott, you okay?" He asked, but there was no reply back.
"Scott?" I called, we got up and opened the door, Stiles made me walk in first. There was blood on the floor and broken handcuffs. But there was no Scott.
"Oh no." Stiles came up beside me. Before we reacted, something unexpected happened. Scott had come out of nowhere, and at a supernatural speed, I was pinned to one of his bedroom walls. Scott's hand was wrapped around my neck, squeezing it uncomfortable. Panic rose in my chest as Scott's golden-yellow eyes met mine. He was a full-blown werewolf on a full moon, with no self control what-so-ever.
"Scott, stop!" I managed to say. He growled in my face, his eyes reading 'this is your fault, all your fault'.
"Scott, stop! That's your best friend!" Stiles yelled, stepping back. He bared his teeth, flashing his fangs. The grasp he had on my neck began to become tighter and tighter until I was let go. I fell to my knees, gasping for air, and watched from the corner of my eye as Scott jumped out the window.
"Are you okay?" Stiles ran over to help me up.
"I'll answer that at the end of the night." Immediately, we ran to Stiles car and began driving.
"Just driving around hoping to find him isn't going to work." I told Stiles, pulling out my phone.
"Then what do you want to do? Go search through the woods? Where do you think he is?" Quickly, I dialed Allison up on my phone.
"Hello?" She answered after three rings.
"Hey Allison." I fake-happily greeted.
"Hey Kat. What's up?"
"Where are you?"
"BH Sporting Goods. Why?"
"Oh, never mind, I was in town and I thought I saw you but 'you' were to far away to hear me. Sorry, never mind." Wow, that was a quick lie I pulled out of the top of my head.
"It's alright, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"
"Bye, Allison." Before I hunt up, I could hear a voice in the background asking 'what the hell was that about'. Jackson.
"BH Sporting Goods. That's where you'll find Scott." And with that, Stiles made the next left towards the sports store.
"Don't let them see you." I demanded, eyeing Jackson's other car from afar. Inside, you could see the two talking heatedly about something. They almost looked scared.
"Scott's not here." Stiles observed, seeing the parking lot busy with cars werewolf free. I stayed quiet, searching for any signs of Scott. And I found one. The sound of somebody whimpering, and it was coming from the woods behind us. My abdomen began having the feeling like it was on fire again, but that was the least of my problems.
"Are you so sure about that?" We rushed down the leafy drop off and hurried into the woods, where we found Scott, quivering next to a tree. There was an eerie fog rolling in, which made everything creepier.
"Scott." I sympathetically said. His head looked up, he was confused.
"What's happening to me?" He whispered. My lips parted, but they weren't sure what words would come out. Stiles looked the same as me,; we were speechless.
"What happened?" Scott asked, still sitting on the ground.
"Well let's see, you broke out of the handcuffs, you tried choking Katherine, and you disappeared till we found you here, where Allison is in her car right outside the woods." Stiles explained. "Fun night, huh?"
"I tried choking you?" Scott asked me. My head nodded.
"You were angry." I simply replied.
"Scott, how did you turn back?" Stiles wondered.
"I, I was stopped by someone."
"What? Who?" Stiles eagerly questioned.
"I don't remember, but I think it was Derek." Scott looked from Stiles and his glare landed on me. Stiles nervously bit his lip, afraid at what I might say. Scott says he saw Derek when he's clearly dead? I get it, I understood now. I sarcastically barked a quiet laugh.
"I get it," I let an angry breath out through my nose and shook my head, "I get it now. You're getting back at me for telling Stiles. Nice touch, Scott." I spat.
"No, Kat, I'm serious."
"No, you're not. You're just joking, and it's not even funny."
"Okay," Stiles interrupted the tension between Scott and I, "it must have been the Alpha. But why did he stop you from killing Allison?"
"It wasn't the Alpha! At least, no, it couldn't have been. I swear, I think I saw Derek." Scott had been in his full moon trance; he didn't know what the hell he saw. He didn't even know he choked me.
"I can't hear any more of this. I'll be in your car." I told Stiles and then I walked away from the two, Scott calling after me saying he was sorry. I ignore him, and continued out of the woods and into the parking lot. Jackson and Allison were gone, and the parking lot was empty of people. I got in the passenger seat of Stiles jeep and sat there in silence till he got back, without Scott.
"Where's Scott?" I asked after pulling out of the parking lot. Stiles nervously drummed his thumb on the steering wheel.
"He's walking home." That was it for the car ride, none of us spoke a word. That was until the sight of red and blue flashing lights flashed in our faces. Cop cars, three of them, and an open ambulance too.
"What the hell?" I whispered. Stiles pressed on the breaks and shifted the car into park. We quickly got out of the car as we watched three EMT's roll a stretcher with a covered body on top towards the ambulance.
"Dad?" Stiles called. He went up to one of the police men, turning him around but that wasn't his dad. The policeman who I recognized to be Officer Deering from that night at the school shook his head, another policeman came up to him, also shaking his head. Stiles put pashed him and to the stretcher where a dead body laid. He looked at a hand that was hanging over the side, it was all burnt. A hand flew to my mouth, Stiles dad was…
"Stiles? What are you doing here?" Sheriff Stilinski asked. Thank God, he wasn't dead. In fact, he was perfectly fine. Stiles rushed over to his father and tightly hugged him. Sheriff Stilisnki patted his back.
"Katherine?" Sherriff Stilinski looked at me. I waved to him, silently thanking God he was okay. His brows furrowed, looking at me to his son.
"What's going on here? Are you guys okay?" He asked Stiles. I never heard Stiles reply but he gave his dad one last hug and then walked over to me. I met Stiles halfway and hugged him tightly. After everything he's done for me the past few days, the least of what I could do was give him a hug.
Unaware to us and the crowd of police, a light green car had pulled up and parked, watching us in secret. Everyone was to busy, to stressed to notice.
"That one's Stiles?"
"Another friend of Allison's." Kate Argent told her confused brother.
"She looks pretty close to this Stiles, are you sure she's dating Derek Hale?"
"That's what I overheard."
"And the Alpha attacked her." Chris contemplated thoughts in his head.
"So she couldn't have been that second beta you saw." Kate stated.
"Are you inputting that this Stiles kid is the other beta?" Chris had a smile on his face.
"You said he was smaller." Kate smirked.
"What about Katherine, you think she knows?"
"I'd be stupid to think she didn't." Kate laughed.
"You know why the Alpha didn't kill her, right?"
"I'm not stupid," Kate paused, staring at the brunette girl's stomach. "Oh, this is good." She laughed suspiciously, her brother looking at her strangely.
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