"Welcome back to the land of the conscious, you doing okay?" Amane woke to the sound of Deatons voice. She looked over to see her brother standing up, Deaton holding him up. "Maybe you should take a seat.
"Its good to see you awake." Amane said with a smile, but before anyone could respond, the bell for the door jingled.
"Hello?" Deaton called, but didn't get an answer. He went to walk out but Scott tried to stop him. But Deaton smiled and went out. "Sorry, but we are closed."
"Hi there, I am here to pick up." Amane recognized Peter's voice.
"I am not sure I remember you dropping off." Deaton responded.
"These two wandered in on their own." Peter responded as Scott moved into the corner, but she stayed still. God she wanted to rip his throat out.
"Even if they did, I can't help you, we are closed." Deaton said.
"I think you can make an exception this one time, don't you?" Peter said.
"I am sorry but that won't be possible, maybe you can come back during regular hours." Deaton said.
"You have something of mine, I am here to collect them." Peter said.
"Like I said, we are closed." Amane heard Peter step closer.
"Mountain Ash. Thats an old one." The sound of a chair flying and hitting the wall filled the room, and Amane hopped of the counter, but stopped at the look on her brothers face.
"Let me make this as clear as possible. We. Are. Closed." Deaton said.
"There are others who can help me get what I want. More innocent, and far more vulnerable." Peter said before leaving.
"Allison." Scott sounded horrified.
"Nothing is wrong, I just got a lot on my mind." Allison said as she, Lydia, and Amane took the escalator to the dress section. They had decided to go dress shopping together. Amane never mentioned Scott, so it wasn't awkward.
"You could smile at least. Ever hear of the saying, never frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile." Amane laughed lightly at that. "Smile Allison, I am buying you a dress. At least Amane is smiling."
"I have to admit, as far as apologies go, that was more than I expected." Allison stated.
"Excellent." Lydia said.
"But not as much as I am going to ask." Allison stated.
"What? What is that supposed to mean?"
It means you are going to cancel on whatever dumb jock you said yes to, and you are going to go with somebody else." Allison stated, this was going to be good.
"What? Who?" Lydia asked.
"Him." Allison said, looking at Stiles, who sprayed some perfume and started sneezing. "Oh, don't frown Lydia, someone could be falling in love with your smile." Allison said. Allison glared before walking over to him.
"Mean. Funny. And I love it." Amane smiled, causing Allison to laugh. "But that is who I was gonna go with."
"As friends. Come on, we both know he wants Lydia, besides, we both know you will have no problem getting a fill in." Allison stated. Amane nodded, it was true. They watched as Stiles and Lydia walked over to the dresses, and they followed. Allison was looking at dresses on one half while Amane was on the other. Amane was so wrapped up she didn't realise Peter was there until she bumped into Scott.
"I have to say, Scott, I am surprised by your ingenuity, but you can't be everywhere, all the time." Peter said. Amane walked around the corner, and glared at him. He smirked at her. "The blue one." He gestured to one of the dresses in her hand, before walking away. Amane instantly put the dress back, glaring at it. She chose the gold one instead.
She stood in her room, wearing the gold dress. It was short and the top was gold sequins that cascaded down into the gold tulle skirt. . She twirled, loving the dress. She walked out of the room towards Scotts. She found him standing without pants, as their mom sewed them together. She glanced up at her daughter and smiled.
"You look beautiful, tell me you atleast have a date." She said. Amane laughed and smiled, but shook her head.
"Nah, didn't find anyone I wanted to go with. But Stiles is picking me up, Lydia demanded it." She said as a car beeped. "Thats me, I got to go." She said, before kissing her mom and leaving.
Once in the car they drove in silence to the formal. As they pulled in she noticed Scott on the roof. How James bond. Stiles got out and opened the door for Lydia and Amane, who filed out of the car one at a time. Once they were out Lydia smoothed the wrinkles in her dress. Amane left them alone and walked inside. Once inside she sat at their table, and not long after Stiles and Lydia sat with her. She scanned the crowd, and froze when she saw Peter. He smirked when he saw her, and began walking away. She immediately shot up, and followed him.
She pushed through the dancing kids, following him out of the gym. She watched him turn the corner, and sprinted to keep up. She turned the corner, in time to see him go through a door. She followed him into the locker room, looking around, not seeing him.
"You look great in that dress. I knew you would." She turned at the sound of his voice. He was standing right behind her, dressed in a suit and red dress shirt.
"What are you doing here?" She growled out, feeling her claws come out. He grabbed her hand, lifting it up, looking at the claws.
"Now thats different. They are usually shorter, and not so..white." He said tilting his head, before shrugging. His hands shot to her waist, lifting her up and throwing her into a locker, slamming it shut. Before she could react there was something blocking it. Oh god not again. She banged against the door. It wouldn't budge.
"SCOTT! SOMEBODY! HELP!" She yelled as loud as she could. Why was she always getting locked up?
"Amane? Amane!" Stiles?
"Stiles is that you? Oh god help, Peter is here!" She yelled. Some grunting and a moment later, she was free and the stupid vending machine was on the floor. She hugged Stiles. "Thank you."
"We have to find Lydia, she ran off looking for Jackson and I just saw him." He said. Amane instantly removed her shoes.
"Follow me." She said, grabbing his hand and running. She followed her scent all the way to the field. They saw Lydia, with Peter advancing on her.
"LYDIA! RUN!" Stiles yelled, but it was too late. Lydia fell to the ground covered in blood. Stiles slid to the ground beside her, and Peter growled. Amane returned it with a roar of her own, tackling him. The rolled across the field, claws and fangs out. She attacked him with a blind rage, he had hurt her friend. But every wound she inflicted he healed. He pinned her down by her throat, claws digging in. standing up, he dragged her back over to Stiles.
"Don't kill her. Either of them. P-Please." Stiles begged.
"Of course not, as long as you tell me how to find Derek." Peter said.
"Wha-what?" Stiles asked. Peter ran a clawed finger over Lydia's face.
"Tell me how to find Derek Hale." Peter repeated.
"How would I know that?" Stiles asked.
"You are the clever one aren't you? And deception has a particularly distinct scent, Stiles, so tell me the truth, or I will rip her apart." Amane clawed at his wrist, trying to get free, but he only tightened his grip, claws digging further into her neck.
"Look– Look, I don't know, okay? I sw–I swear to god, I have no idea."
"TELL ME!" Peter roared, the sound filling the field.
"Okay okay okay... I think he knew." Stiles began.
"Knew what?"
"I think he knew that he was going to get caught." stiles stated.
"By the Argents. And?" Peter urged.
"When he was shot. He and Scott. I think he took Scotts phone." Stiles stated.
"Why?"
"They all have GPS now. So if he still has it, and its still on, you can find him.".
