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Chapter 12:

"You're a terrible bowler!" Stiles all but shouted as lunch had come to end.

Eve had to agree with him there. "You are, Scott. And you know if you hang out and play with him, Jackson's just gonna tease you for the rest of your life."

"I have to go," Scott snapped, "I can't ditch on Allison again."

"What's so great about her anyways?" Eve asked, "I mean, Scott, you met her a week ago."

She heard the whole story one night when Scott was telling Stiles about it. It was ridiculous; 'I saw her and I just knew there was something special about her…' Bleh! Eve needed a bucket and quick before she vomited in front of everyone.

Scott just ignored her, after a well timed growl. Eve rolled her eyes in annoyance. "I'm such an idiot."

Yep, Eve thought in her head.

"It was like watching a train wreck," Stiles said. "Then that phrase…"

"Hanging out'?" Scott finished.

Stiles' arms go out in front of him as he talked. "You don't hang out with hot girls!"

Eve coughed. "So I'm not hot? We have tons of fun when we 'hang'."

Stiles scrubbed at the back of his head. "Yeah, but we love you platonically, rather than in that way, Eve."

"Well, one of you do," she muttered under her breath, and Scott snapped his head up at her as if she had said something offensive.

"You may as well start hanging out with Danny," Stiles commented, obviously not hearing what Eve had said. "You can be her gay best friend."

"Oh how is this happening?" Scott asked, well, no one, Eve thought, as he wasn't really focusing on either her or Stiles. "I either killed a man or I didn't."

"I don't think Danny likes me very much," Stiles said, obviously not realising that his friend was talking as well, or that Eve was there to ask the questions too.

It was obvious that neither of them knew Eve was there to ask these questions too.

"I ask Allison out on a date, and now we're hanging with other people," Scott muttered, lost in his head.

He was just so cute. And so unavailable, that Eve wanted to cry.

"Am I attractive?" Stiles asked.

"I make first line and the captain now wants to destroy me," Scott replied, sort of. He looked at his wrist watch and sighed as he realised the time. "And now I'm late for work. Great. Freaking great."

Eve watched as he rushed off towards where he parked his bike this morning. If only she could give him rides and stuff to school, and help him out. But no, Allison gets to do that stuff with him; Eve huffed to the voice in her head. Not me.

"Scott, you didn't answer my question!" Stiles yelled after him, and Eve had to cover her ears from the noise. "Eve, what do you think? Am I attractive to gay guys?"

"Uh, hello?" Eve waved a hand at herself. "Do I look like a guy? Wait, don't answer that. Derek's here. Toodles."

Stiles was left on his own, wondering whether or not he was attractive, as Eve got into the car with Derek. As usual, her brother was wearing a frown and his black leather jacket, but it was obvious he had done something as he had specks of wood in his hair. Oh, so he did something while she was away getting an education.

"How was school?" Derek asked, after a moment.

Eve sighed. "Stressful. Let's not talk about it, because it really stressed me out."

Derek rolled his eyes. "Fine…"

"Do you remember Jackson Whittemore?" She asked, after a few minutes and they were getting out of the car at the house.

"Yeah," Derek replied, walking towards the charred porch. "The kid who used to pick on you and Scott and Stiles, right?"

Eve nodded. "Still a complete asshole and he tried to hit on me right in front of his girlfriend. I always knew he was going to be a womaniser."

Derek chuckled softly before sobering and entering the house. It was just the same as how they left it, except that it was a little more rotted from the rain. It was cold, but she wasn't affected because of her natural heat. A perk of being a werewolf, Eve thought as she shrugged of her jacket and hung it on the banister at the end of the stairs.

She remembered when her cousin picked her up and had brought her downstairs. It was a good memory, but she didn't really want to remember anything that happened in this house while she was in the house. Because then she'd remember all about the fire and everything that had happened during that….

"Eve, you okay?" her brother's voice made her jump, and she spun around to see he still had his jacket on and that he was still frowning, but looked concerned.

She nodded. "Is there another room that usuable? No offense, but I'd rather not sleep with you again. You kicked me last night."

It had hurt too; if she didn't heal so quickly, she was sure that she'd have a massive bruise at the bottom of her leg. Derek had a sheepish look on his face as he led her up the stairs and into a room right next to his that didn't have any holes in. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, and before she could tell herself not too, she remembered whose room this used to be.

Laura's.

You could hardly see the pick of the used to be pink hearted wallpaper, and there was a charred rug on the floor where Eve used to take naps when she wanted to be close to her older sister. She remembered that Jeff used to come in and cause havoc, jumping all over the bed and knocking the pictures off of the side table, which now was a little charred, and she remembered Derek standing at the door way with the biggest smile on his face, which was a far cry from the frown he wore now as he stood there.

The door used to be of the nicest white shade, where as now all the coating hung down in strips and the white sheen was a dull grey.

She all but launched herself into Derek's arms and sobbed.

"We'll find somewhere else," Derek said softly. "For now, you're in with me."

Eve just nodded, sobbing softly into his jacket as she continued to remember the great family times they used to have. Derek just stood stroking her back as she did.


Stiles had picked her up to go shopping, as she severely needed too and he had nothing to do for the evening apart from play his video games, and his dad had all but ordered him out of the house.

Well, that was before Scott rang and told him that he needed him urgently, just as they reached the mall.

She made Stiles go buy her a Starbucks before they got out of there, though.

"We'll go tomorrow after school, okay?" Stiles pleaded with her as she sulkily drank her Strawberries and Cream from Starbucks.

She nodded and they both started walking back to the car. "What did Scott want?"

"He didn't say," Stiles replied, and handed her his phone. "Call him, would ya?"

Eve sighed. "Fine." She waited for her friend to pick up, which he did after the fifth ring. "Scott?"

"Eve? What do you want?" Her friend grumbled.

"I just asked Stiles what you wanted, and he said he didn't know," Eve replied, ignoring the grouchiness. "Could you shed a little light on the subject?"

"I went to see your brother about the whole man and bus incident," Scott said, and there was some rustling on the end of the phone. "He told me to go back and feel it. See it. To use my werewolf senses. He also said there was a high chance I was going to kill someone, which I was a bit shocked about."

"Scott, I told you this before, for sure," Eve replied with a know-it-all tone. "You're going to kill someone. And that's not because I don't have faith in you, because I know you, as human you, wouldn't hurt a soul, however you were bitten. You don't have the control that Derek and I have. That's why we've both told you to stay away from something the elevates your heartbeat, or to stop doing something that makes you angry-"

"-So, basically, give up everything that's good in my life? Eve, I can't do that. I can't believe that Allison is even interested in me, and I've actually made first line this year. Those things are good. I can't give them up."

"Not even if it's going to save a life?"

"That's a little dramatic, don't you think?"

"No, I think it's reasonable, Scott. I am trying to help you out, and all you do is throw it back in my face the second I say something that you don't like, even though you know its right. Well, if you don't want to take my advice, fine. But don't come crying to me when you finally hurt someone, because all I will say is that I was always right and that you don't have the control. You don't. So stop pretending you know oh so much about this when you don't."

"I know I don't, but you can't force me to give up the only good things in my life. I am not going to do that."

"You have me and Stiles. I suppose we aren't counted in the good things?"

"Yeah, of course you are."

"Well, you've got a funny way of showing your affection towards one of us, anyways."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Eve sighed. "Forget it. If you don't even see what you're doing, that don't even bother. Goodbye, Scott." She hung up before he could get another word in, and handed Stiles' phone back to him. "Could you take me home please, Stiles? I don't feel like seeing Scott at the moment."

Stiles nodded and squeezed her hand. "It will all be all right, Eve. You'll see. He'll come round eventually."

"Hopefully," she mumbled back as she squeezed his hand too.


"You're back early," Derek commented from where he was doing his push ups, as soon as she walked through the door. "Did you actually go into any shops?"

Eve sighed heavily and dropped her bag down on the floor, slumping on the dirty sofa in the living room where Derek was working out. "No. Scott called Stiles before we could even park up and we had to leave 'urgently', apparently."

"And what else happened?" Derek grunted as he pulled himself up again.

Eve shook her head and rubbed at her eyes with her knuckles. "Why are teenage boys such idiots and think they know everything?"

Derek grunted as an 'I don't know'.

"Because, let me tell you, they don't. Scott doesn't have the first clue about how to handle this yet he is off having the time of his life with Allison and playing Lacrosse. I'm surprised he hasn't killed her yet, or killed anyone on the field yet," Eve commented and sighed again.

Derek stopped and fell down on to two feet, coming over to her and sitting next to her. "Did you and Scott have an argument?"

"Yeah," Eve said, picking at a loose thread on her jacket. "I couldn't help it. He was being so arrogant about it and about everything; I just had to say something. He could end up hurting someone, Derek! And he's just going to carry on the way he is because he's just too freaking stubborn."

"He should correct his mistakes now, before he makes them worse," Derek muttered. "And he should start by apologising to you." Eve blushed. "Don't think I haven't noticed the way he has been acting towards you. Ignoring you, and shouting you and just basically being mean. He's being like Jackson. If you want, I can have a word."

Eve hugged him, but shook her head against his firm, sweaty chest. "Don't worry about it. If he carries on, I'm sure Stiles will have a word. Or a million."

Derek chuckled. "How about I put some clothes on, get some fuel and we go shopping?"

"Now?" Eve said, looking at the time on her phone. "It's getting pretty late."

"The stores will still be open," Derek replied. "We'll be fine."

Eve nodded and hugged him again. "Thanks, Der."

"No problem, E."

Eve smiled as her brother zoomed off to find a clean shirt.

Her brother does have a heart.


"So, who do you think killed that bus driver?" Eve asked, as Derek turned into the petrol station. "Was it you, but you can't remember?"

"No," Derek growled, getting out. She got out as well, but just because she wanted to continue their conversation. "There's an alpha about. Someone who killed Laura and now is killing others as well."

"Shit," Eve gasped. "That's not good. Do you have any idea who it could be?"

"No," Derek repeated. "Not at all."

They watch as the fuel amount goes up on the board, and the price, before Derek started to talk again. "You'll be careful, though, right?"

"Course I will," Eve said. "When have I ever not been careful?"

Derek was about answer, but they suddenly got surrounding by three SUVS. Eve's eyes flickered to meet her brother's, who nodded slightly and she slipped around him to ease back into the car. However, just as she opened the door, a hand from the man in front slammed it shut, and she jumped slightly. He wasn't overly tall, but he was wide and had muscle, making him all the more intimidating to a girl who was as skinny as a twig, even though she could look him in the eye.

His eyes were the icy shade of blue she had ever known, and as she studied him carefully, they flickered around like they were trying to figure her out too. He had grey hair, and seemed about late forties, early fifties in age.

Hunter.

She could smell the silver of the knife in his left breast pocket of his coat, and could smell the horrid stench of wolfsbane that floated out of the gun he was holding.

She was suddenly shitting herself.

Derek grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back behind him, but the man in front of her grabbed onto her other arm and held her there.

"Hey, Derek," the hunter spoke, in a deep voice. "Hello, Evelyn, is it? I suppose you don't remember me, but then again, you were ten and going through some tough times."

She growled at the mention of his family and yanked her arm from his tight, hunter grip. "Shut up about that. I remember you perfectly. Chris Argent, right? Part of the asshole family who set my innocent family alight, while I was in the house."

Chris' eyes clouded with something for a second, but he blinked and she saw it was gone. "I am sorry about that." He looked towards the car she was about to get into and noticed that he had left a hand print on the window. "Black cars, eh? Such a bugger to clean."

Eve was now placed behind Derek, and even though there was a hunter behind them, she could easily take him. He was tiny in height, and he clutched his weapon a little awkwardly, like he wasn't really used to doing this.

Stupid mistake showing his weakness.

"I'm very protective of the things I love, Derek," Chris said, as he wiped the soap he had spread on the window off, splashing their feet in the process. "Especially my family. But you don't have much of that these days, do you?"

Eve almost launched herself at him, but Derek wouldn't move and was a solid wall between her and the hunter asshole in front. She felt Derek clench his fist, and she dragged her hand down to wrap around his fingers so he doesn't make himself bleed. When she felt something warm drip onto her hand, she knew she hadn't been successful.

He will heal.

"That's perfect," Chris spoke after a moment of him staring at Derek's hand, a smirk on his face. "You can see again."

Chris walked away slowly, and Eve stared up at her brother in shock as he opened his mouth to talk for the firs time.

"You forgot to check the oil."

Chris turned slightly and gestured to the man next to him. "Check the man's oil."

The man that Chris asked stormed over to the car and smashed the window. Eve jumped and dodged a shard of glass that made its way towards her foot, while Derek growled at the man.

"Bye, Derek. Bye Eve."

And with that they were gone.

"Derek, why are the Argents back in town?" Eve asked, as her brother brushed all of the glass of his seat.

"I don't know," Derek said gruffly. "Get in the car."


After Derek dropped her off at Stiles', she explained the situation to him about her, Derek and the hunters before he drove her home.

As she arrived home, she heard a roar and the familiar thump of someone being thrown down the stairs. She ran in at an inhuman speed and got in just in time to see Derek go flying threw the walls.

"SCOTT!" She growled, changing into her wolf, blue eyes to show for it.

He whipped his head around but ignored her, focusing on her brother's figure standing up in the gap. She knew what was going to happen from a mile off, so she tried to get in the way, but she ended up crashing right into Derek as well.

Shaking the dust off of her jacket, she watched as Derek threw Scott against the wall multiple time before throwing him across the room with growl. As they punched and kicked at one another, Eve just sat there watching, knowing that getting in the middle of two snarling, fighting wolves was dangerous. She watched as Scott and Derek grunted and sweated, and how Derek grabbed Scott by the neck and slammed him down on the floor multiple times.

"STOP!" she shouted as Derek slashed at Scott's chest, and she watched as her friend collapsed to the floor.

Derek changed back, and so did Scott, but she stayed as she was just in case she had to intervene again.

"YOU DID THIS TO ME!" Scott screamed in Derek's face. "You made me this!"

"No I didn't," Derek growled out between his teeth. "It was another, an alpha. You're his beta, Scott. He's the one who killed that bus, and he's the one who turned you. He's your alpha. But I can help, if you want. Help you control it."

Scott growled. "I don't want any help from either of you."

He shoved past Eve on the way out, and the pain on her shoulder coupled with a few cuts and bruises made her growl at him.

"Scott," her voice was lower due to the wolf state. "What have I done to you?"

And as she stood there, dripping sweat, she watched as her best friend and crush walked away, ignoring her once more.


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