The Beacon County School bus pulled into a same motel parking lot. The motel name being Motel Glen Capri. As everyone disembarked off the bus Stiles made a disguised face. Scott took notice. "I've seen worse." Scott commented. As they stood side by side with their gear.

She gave him a challenging look, "Where have you seen worse?" She asked him. The place looked like a dump and was borderline close to having every kind of health hazard known to man.

Finstock blew his whistle and grabbed everyone's attention. "The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." He shot a look at Greenburg, who did nothing but gave him a smile.

Finstock ignored the devious look. "You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves! I'm talking to you Stilinski and McCall."

"Ew, gross Coach he's like my brother." Stiles gagged.

"Oh, so you don't want to make-out with me anymore?" Scott asked, with a playful grin. Stiles gave him a playful shove as they headed to their room.

Allison and Landon had gotten off the bus as well. "Landon?" She had noticed that Landon hadn't move from his spot since they had gotten there, if anything it was like he was staring very intensely at it.

"I don't like this place." He commented. He was getting an eerie feeling from it and the image of the building wasn't exactly helping the case. He just wanted to straight up leave.

"I don't think the people who own this place like this place." Allison told him, "Beside it's only for a night."

"A lot can happen in one night."


Once in their room, Stiles and Scott began to talk about who the Darach could possibly be. "All right, so I have five." She told him.

"Five?" Scott questioned, "You have five suspects? Already? "

"Yeah, it was originally ten." Stiles told him and jerked her head to the side. "Well, nine technically, I had Derek on there twice." She admitted softly.

"You seriously suspected Derek? You're mate/boyfriend." Stiles threw at pillow at him. "Fine, I won't question your logic. So who's number one? Harris?"

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead." Stiles stated casually.

"So if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices." They both fall back onto their beds.

"It sounded way better in my head."

"Well, what if it's somebody else from school?" Scott asked, "Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people."

"Excuse you," She shot up and looked over in Scott's direction, "What was that? I did. In fact, I called it from day one, actually."

"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt." Scott told her.

"I was serious." She reminded him, "Deadly serious. No one listened to me."

"Who were the other four?" Scott asked, before Stiles went on her 'I was right and you were wrong' rant.

"Derek's sister, Cora. No one knows anything about her, and she's Derek's sister. And we know that the Hale family doesn't have a good track record so far. And then there's Deaton."

"My boss?"

"Yes he may have helped us with the Kanima problem, I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know. It freaks me out." She noticed that Scott had a clueless expression on his face. She threw her last pillow at him. "Oh, my God. Have you still not seen Star Wars?"

"I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie." Scott promised. Stiles highly doubt it though. She had been trying to get him to watch it all summer, but Scott somehow managed to weasel his way out of it.

"You not seeing the movie makes me crazy, I swear." She told him. Scott gave her a laugh.

"Who are the last two?"

"There's Ms. Blake." She told him and Scott made a groaning noise.

"You just say that because you don't like her."

"And the last person I didn't like turned out to be a psychotic serial killer." She shot at him, Scott rolled his eyes knowing she had a point. "And Landon. He was totally controlled by Peter, and had no idea, so...could be him."


Jennifer knew that she should've taken Derek to the hospital, but then would've ruined the plan that she had in store. He mentioned that he had a loft, so she took him there instead, but she continued the charade of a freaked-out friend. "Oh, God. This is a bad, very bad idea. I should be taking you to a hospital."

She struggled to get him inside. That part she wasn't faking. He was seriously about twice her weight and was nothing, but freaking muscle.

"No, no hospital." Derek managed to get out. He could feel that he was slowly losing consciousness and slowly tried to stay awake. He needed to find her, he needed to know that she was safe.

"Derek, I can't... I can't hold you anymore." Jennifer claimed, again not a total lie. "I'm losing you." She dropped him to the floor and noticed that Derek didn't seemed to be conscious anymore. "Derek?" She began calling out his name. This wasn't good, if she lost him, then she would surely lose to them.


At the abandoned mall where the big battle took place, Chris Argent appeared trying to piece together clues of what happened there.

Back at the motel, Scott checked his eye in the bathroom mirror and it suddenly flashed Alpha red.

Stiles was going for a snack when she found Boyd standing at the machine. "Yo. Hey." She greeted him, but Boyd doesn't reply back. She didn't take too personal, though. Boyd pressed the buttons "2 0 1". "That was the same thing I was gonna get." She told him, but he doesn't respond and the machine stalled out not giving him his snack. "Oh, hang on. You know what? I got a patented method for this." She reached into her pocket and began pulling out the coins she had, "Don't worry."

But before she could count her change all the way through, Boyd simply punched through the glass front of the machine and took his selection pulling part of the mechanism out as well. Stiles gave him a gaping look as he walked away, but she herself also steals a handful of snacks and heads back up to the room.


Allison heard a noise just got outside the bathroom, where she was taking a shower. Landon had gone to get some new towels considering the ones they had reeked with cigarette smells. "Landon did you get the new towels?" She pulled back the shower curtain and noticed that it was Scott instead. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for you." Scott said in a dull voice.

"You found me... In the shower." She told him and suddenly began feeling awkward about the entire situation, "Slightly naked, I'd like to add."

"I've seen you naked before."

It was that statement that she could feel that something was off with him, "Okay, well... remember, we're kind of not together anymore." She said awkwardly.

"We're still friends, right?" He started to make his way over to her and Allison remained where she was. "We could just be closer friends." He spoke the line as if he were in a daze, "Maybe... it could even fix things between us." He reached out and took a hold of her hand.

"Scott. What are you doing?" This situation seemed like it was about to go out of control. "Are you okay?" At the sound of her voice, Scott snapped out of the daze looked around confused. He quickly left the room without a word.


Landon was at the front the office, "Excuse me? The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine." He told the receptionist whose' back was turned towards him. However, when the receptionist turned to his direction, he noticed she had a tracheotomy tube in her throat. Landon hid the displeasure he felt from his face.

"Sorry about that, sweetheart." She told him, but Landon felt like she really wasn't. He looked over her shoulder and noticed a series of numbers framed on the motel office wall "198"

He got that feeling again, "What does that number mean?" He asked pointing at the wall. The woman didn't even bother looking to see where he was pointing at. It was like she already knew.

"It's a kind of inside thing for the motel." She explained, "My husband insists on keeping it up."

"What do you mean?"

The receptionist looked at him with a curious expression, "It's a little bit morbid, to be honest. You sure you want to know?"

"Tell me."

"We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction-"

"Obviously." Landon cuts in and the receptionist gave him a glare, but continued her tale.

"But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we have the most guest suicides."

"198?" Landon questioned, he felt a chill down his spine.

"And counting."


In the room Isaac and Boyd were sharing, Isaac was flipping through channels of static on the TV. The channel numbers go from 199 to 200 to 201. And Isaac has a sinister smile on his face.

Chris Argent was still at the abandoned mall. When Allison called him and explained the situation that she was in. He offered to come get her, but she says told him otherwise.

"If there's something you feel like you can't tell me, I just want you to know you can talk to me." He told her, due to his investigation, he realized that there was also non-werewolf marks left behind on the building. "We don't have to keep anything from each other."

"I know." She told him, once they hang up, he touched the side of a column that was clearly damaged by a grenade arrow.


Jennifer removed Derek shirt to get a better look at the wounds that Derek had, "Oh, my God." She stated. There was a huge deep gash that ran alongside his back. She was definitely going to have to fix that.

"How bad?" Derek questioned in pain. He still needed to find her, but there was no way he could reach out to her through link. He was too beaten and bruised. Not to mention in pain. No way was he going to have her endure it.

"To be honest, the "oh, my God" would be for your unbelievable physique if it weren't for the fact that you're bleeding black blood." Jennifer told him. That sounds like something Stiles would say, he thought to himself. "Oh, God, you're not dying, are you? Derek, please don't die. Derek!" Jennifer pleaded to him. But Derek was surrounded by darkness once again.

Jennifer could clearly tell that he was out cold. "Not exactly how I imagined to get closer to you." She told his unconscious body. She then had a force tremble through her fingers.


Landon was back in the room and told Allison the story he had gotten from the receptionist. "198?" She questioned him.

"Yes, and we're talking 40 years." He spewed, "On average, that's... 4.95 a year, which is... actually expected." He calculated, Allison continued to give him a questioning look, but he waved it away. "But who commemorates something that with a framed number? Who does that?" He was now freaking out. The number and that horrid feeling that kept creeping on his nerve was becoming too much.

"All suicides?"

"Yes. Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun- in-the-mouth suicides. I don't know about you, but me,-"

He gets cut off as an unfamiliar voice filled the air, "Which one do you want?" A man's voice asked.

"Did you hear that?" Landon asked Allison in a whispered voice.

"Hear what?" Allison asked, clearly not hearing anything else.

"I don't know. The smaller one, I guess." It was now a woman's voice.

"It's okay. Smaller's better. There's less kick. I'll chamber the round. All right, so..." The man told the woman. Landon looked around their room to find where the voices were coming from.

"Wait, wait. When do I... I mean, do you count?" The woman's voice sounded nervous for a moment. Landon turned his attention to the air vent that was over a bed, the voices continued their conversation.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll... I'll... I'll count to three." Now it seemed that the man was becoming nervous.

"So after three or on three?"

"You tell me."

"Landon?" Allison questioned as he climbed on the bed in daze.

"One, two..."

"Oh, my God," Landon whispered to himself, he knew exactly what they were doing, "oh, my God."

"Then pull the trigger." The woman commanded.

"Oh, my God." He whispered.

"I love you." The man told the woman.

"I love you too." The woman replied back.

"One, two." And a shot filled the air. And then there was complete and total silence. Landon turned back to Allison with a freaked-out expression.

"What is it, Landon?" She questioned, making her way over to him, "What happened?"

"Did you not hear that?" He asked her. His voice was strained.

"Hear what?" Allison asked, she didn't hear anything and all she knew that her friend was on the verge of freaking out.

"The two people in the other room..." Landon started to say. "They shot each other." He quickly rushed to the room next door. For some odd the reason the door to room 217 was opened. Landon walked right on in.

"Landon, what are you doing?" Allison questioned, now seriously worried. Inside room 217 they found construction equipment but no dead couple.

"It was right here." He told her. "It was a guy and a girl, and, I mean, they sounded younger, but... they were here."

"I believe you." She told him and she did. "After everything we've been through, I believe you." She assured him. In the grain of the wood paneling Landon noticeed what appear to be screaming faces staring back at him.


Boyd was getting ice from the large machine outside in the parking lot. While he filled his bucket, he heard a girl's voice calling his name. "Don't. Don't leave me." It said, "You weren't supposed to leave me."

"Alicia?" Boyd questioned, where the voice was coming from.

"Why did you leave me?" The girl asked, it sounded closer as if she was standing right next to him.

"Alicia?" He then dug around the cooler and uncovered the face of a young girl buried in the ice. She opened her eyes. Boyd dropped the bucket and backed away.


Landon really just wanted to leave like now, but Allison still wasn't convinced, "You know, there is something seriously wrong with this place. Allison, we need to leave." Landon told her.

"But they were suicides," She pointed to him, "Not murders, and it's not like this place is haunted, right?"

"Maybe it is." He told her with skeptic look, "You know, I bet that couple made their suicide pact in that very room. Maybe that's why they're renovating. Maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling."

"Maybe we should find out." Allison told him.


Isaac heard the sounds of voices and chains coming from inside the room, where he was laying down. "Boyd?" He questioned. But it wasn't Boyd, who answered. It was voice that occasionally still haunted him.

"Hand me the 7/16 wrench." It was his father, "What the hell? This is the 9/16, you moron. You know what the difference between a seven and a nine is, dumb-ass?"

"You know what the difference between a seven and a nine is?" Isaac repeated the question in a fearful manner, "It's a stripped bolt." He told the air confidently.

"A stripped bolt." His father's voice repeated.

"I'm sorry, I didn't..." Isaac cried, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to shut up."

"I want you to shut up." Isaac shot back into the air. It was taking him back to that memory. The one that started it all. "Shut up, shut up. What can I do? I can't fix this now. I can't fix this now. I can't fix it. I can't fix it." Isaac pleaded, rocking himself back and forth.

"I can't even keep it closed." His father's voice said, "Grab the chains."

"What?" Isaac asked in a child-like manner. He was there now and he couldn't get out.

"Grab the chains. Get in. I said, get in." The voice turned into a sound of frustration and anger "Are you not hearing me, son? Get in the damn freezer!"

It was the first time that Mr. Lahey had locked Isaac in the freezer.


Landon and Allison arrived at the front office only to see that there was no one sight, "Well, there goes that." Landon groaned. Something caught Allison's eye.

"Didn't you say the sign said 198?" Allison questioned, pointing at the wall. Landon looked up and noticed that the number had now been changed to 201.

"It was 198." Landon told her, "I swear to God it was 198."

"Okay, what does that mean, that there's been three more suicides?"

"Or three more are about to happen."


In Scott's room the phone rung, as he answered the call his mother's voice came from the other line. "Scott?" Melissa's voice sounded shaky.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, he just came in the house." She told him, "I tried to stop him. I'm sorry."

"Who, mom? Mom, where are you?" Scott began to panic.

"Outside. Look outside." When he does he saw Deucalion holding his mother by the throat.

"Scott... can you hear me?" Deucalion asked him.

"What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious? You're an Alpha now, Scott."

"I'm not." He told him, in a firm manner. "I'm not. Derek... Derek could still be alive."

Deucalion shook his head, "He's dead." Deucalion told him, "You know he is, so now I'm coming for you. You and everyone you love. I'm coming for all of them." Deucalion then ripped Melissa McCall's throat with his claws and she fell to the pavement.

Shocked by the scene Scott looked away in fright. At the door Stiles' noticed his odd behavior. "Hey, Scott, you okay?" She asked him. But he doesn't answer, instead he turned back to the parking lot where Deucalion and Melissa stood and saw that it was empty.


Danny and Ethan were sharing a room. Shoes, socks and a shirt lay on the floor apparently removed in haste and dropped there. On the bed Ethan was wearing only his jeans and boots is on top of a nearly fully clothed Danny. In the process Ethan kicked some text books off the foot of the bed

"Sorry." Ethan told him.

"It's just books."

"You brought homework?" He teased at him, "Well, should I let you get back to it?" In response Danny pulled Ethan closer and the pair kiss.

As Ethan opened Danny's shirt and began kissing his chest he noticed there is a scar. Danny could see the questioning look Ethan's face.

"I have two of them, from a surgery I had to correct misshapen cartilage I was born with." Danny explained to him, "I had a bar put in when I was 14. It stayed there for two years to support my sternum, so my heart and lungs wouldn't be crushed."

"Well, what if there was a way you could make them disappear?" He was implying about the Alpha Bite, but Danny didn't know that. In fact, Danny shook his head in response.

"I don't really want them to. They make me feel like a survivor." Danny told him.

"I really hope you are." They kiss again, but as their passion rises, Ethan suddenly arched his back. Ripples appeared in the skin around his spine, similar to the effect of when the twins merged together. He freaked out and runs to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he saw a hand and face began to push out from the skin of his stomach. He returned to Danny, who had a worried look on his face.

"Ethan, you okay?" Danny asked as Ethan quickly got dressed. Ethan didn't respond and quickly left the room.