No one's POV
Scott turns his head when the lights go out looking round him starting to panic knowing that this is probably the alpha coming to beat him up again.
"Danny?" he asks walking towards the light switches flicking them on and off again. Scott looks at lacrosse ball rolling across the locker room floor he walks over to the showers picking it up nearly jumping out his skin when he sees Sara and Derek standing beside each other. He stares at them Stiles told him they couldn't stand each other because of some big thing that happened in DC. So why the hell are they together?
"Thank god! Where the hell have the two of you been?" Scott asks him wanting an answer to why his two best friends weren't at the match. Sara looks behind him at Peter as he holds the lacrosse stick she wants to hug Scott and tell him everything but knows she can't right now. Scott turns round staring at Peter wondering who the hell this is.
"I really don't get lacrosse. When I was in high school, we played basketball. Now that's a real sport," Peter says. Scott stares at him beginning to make the connections now about everything that has happened. He turns looks at Sara and Derek neither saying anything to him remaining completely silent.
"Still I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes and that the played it to resolve conflict. Do I have that right? Well.. I have a little of my own to resolve, Scott," he says putting the silly lacrosse stick down.
"But I need your help to do that," Peter says looking his little beta up and down.
"I will not help you kill people," Scott says glaring at the man who turned his whole life upside down.
"Well, I don't want to kill all of them. Just the responsible ones. And that doesn't have to include," Peter stops trying to remember the name Derek told him earlier, he glances at him unable to remember the name.
"It's Allison," Sara says looking at the floor ashamed of her for saying it.
"Sara you're on his side? Both of you are on his side?" Scott says looking at his best friend.
"Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?" Scott asks him.
"It was a mistake," Derek says his face completely emotionless.
"What?" Scott says so totally confused by everything that is going on right now.
"It happens," Derek states bluntly.
"Now Scott I think you're getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential," Peter says.
"By killing my friends," Scott says thinking of Stiles and Allison.
"Well sometimes the people closest to you can be the ones holding you back the most," Peter, says sympathy in his voice.
"If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I'm okay with that," Scott says looking at Sara who cracks a small smile at him. Peter shakes his head walking slowly towards Scott, Derek grabs hold of Sara quickly knowing her all too well she glares up at him pissed he's holding her back.
"Maybe. You could try and see things from my perspective," Peter says showing Scott his claws before driving them into the back of his neck. Sara stares at Scott as he crumbles to the ground breathing heavily she pulls herself out of Derek's arms chasing after Peter growling. Peter turns to look at Sara as she walks towards him she stops just in front of him glaring at him. He raises his eyebrows at her wondering what she's going to say, Derek puts his hand over her mouth not wanting his uncle to have a reason to hurt her again.
"So protective it makes me blush," Peter says grinning at Derek. Derek glares at his uncle leading Sara out away from Peter knowing something that will calm her down. Sara glares at Derek as he pushes her up against a wall glaring right back at her she opens her mouth to protest he grabs hold of her chin kissing her roughly. She moans her hands tangling into his hair kissing him back the two of them finally giving into their built up emotions, Sara grins into the kiss pulling away leaning into him.
"My house now," she whispers in his ear her hot breath sending shivers straight down to Derek's pants. Peter watches the two of them from the shadows he is jealous but also extremely impressed that his nephew managed to get his hands on her.
Derek kisses Sara pulling away letting her pull her top off tossing it to the ground before pulling his off smiling at him kissing him again, he grabs hold of her thighs lifting her up off the ground. Sara wraps her legs round his waist wrapping her arms round his neck tightly kissing him hard enjoying the feeling of his skin against hers. The feeling of his fingers digging into her skin loving how dominant he is right now taking control of everything. Derek carries her over to the bed dropping her down never breaking their kiss his hands still gripping hold of her thighs tightly; he pulls away from her lips kissing down her neck lovingly the little moans and gasps she makes.
"I love you Sara I'll never hurt you again," he mumbles against her neck, Sara laughs taking hold of his face lifting him back up to her lips kissing him.
"I know you won't," she says smiling at him before kissing him again hard neither wanting to wait any longer to pick up where they left off. Sara grabs hold of his shoulders flipping them over so her legs straddle his chest she grins down at him running her fingertips down towards the top of his jeans. Derek smirks grabbing a handful of her hair pulling her down kissing her hard biting down on her lower lip, Sara moans pull him into a sitting position kissing him hard. Derek growls his claws ripping through her jeans Sara pulls away from him pouting as she looks down at her ripped jeans; Derek grabs hold of her ass pulling her into him more biting her collar bone.
"I think they'll need to come off," he says into her shoulder running his tongue along the dip, Sara laughs unbuttoning her jeans letting Derek flip them over again pulling her now ruined jeans off grinning when he sees her bare skin. God he's missed her. Three days without her and he wants to claim her all over again.
Sara's POV
I chew the lid of the pen scribbling down a note for Derek as Stiles honks his horn at me again I managed to clear everything up with him and Scott under the agreement I tell him what happened in DC. I really don't want to spill the beans about everything too Scott but it's the only way I can get him to talk too me. I grab my house keys shoving them in the pocket of my short closing the front door behind me running out to Stiles jeep Scott standing beside him so I climb in back.
"Okay so do I spill my guts now or when we're following Jackson?" I ask them as Stiles pulls away from my house heading towards town.
"Now would be best," Scott says turning in his seat to look at me.
"Fine fine," I say holding my hands up in surrender.
"I don't want to side with Peter okay but he's using me against Derek and Derek against me but he's also using the fact that Derek and I are kind of on rocky ground right now," I pauses letting Scott take it in before he starts to ask more questions.
"And why are you on rocky ground?" Scott asks me.
"Derek kind of may have gotten me pregnant and well I may have had a miscarriage," I say stumbling over my words like Stiles when he's under pressure.
"Pregnant!" Scott yells as we follow after Jackson.
"Yes okay right just leave it, I've told you now you can trust me again right?" I ask him.
"Um guys we have an Argent with Jackson," Stiles says to us as we pull up beside Jackson and Mr Argent talking beside Jackson's broken down car.
"Hey Jackson need a ride?" I say leaning forward from the back seats grinning at Mr Argent as he glares at me.
"Come on Jackson you know you're too pretty to be left out here," Stiles says laughing at his own joke. I slide over making room for Jackson as he walks over too us I watch Mr Argent as he puts something in his pocket most likely thing he used to break his car down.
"Hey boys!" he yells I scowl at him do I look like a freaking guy too him? He walks round starting Jackson's car up a cocky grin spreading over his face as he looks at the four of us staring at him. What is wrong with his family? I swear they're all completely messed up in the head.
"Told you I knew a thing or two about cars," he says grinning walking back off to his car, I clamber out the back of Stiles jeep hopping down onto the ground beside Jackson and Scott watching Mr Argent drive off. He's probably going to send Kate next to try and get Jackson when he's alone so they can see if he's the third beta.
"What are you following me now?" Jackson asks.
"Yes you stupid freaking idiot you almost gave everything away right there," Scott says getting just as aggressive.
"What are you talking about?" Jackson asks us, he really doesn't understand any of this.
"The Argents think you're the third beta Jackson they think you're Scott," I say putting my hand on Scott chest pushing him back a little not wanting him to start a fight. Scott turns round punching the side of Stiles already messed up Jeep, Stiles scoffs waving his hand at the new dent.
"Dude my jeep come on," he says to him.
"I could hear your heart besting from a mile away literally," Scott says to him his breathing still heavily.
"Now the Argents think there's something wrong and now me and Scott are stuck keeping an eye on you so they don't kill you, too," I say to Jackson keeping my arms loose at my side in case Scott decides to wolf out. Jackson turns to me trying to glare me down I smirk really? Trying to glare down a werewolf is he just stupid?
"You know what this is your problem, not mine okay? I didn't say anything which means you're the one that's going to get me killed," Jackson says turning back to Scott shoving him in Stiles jeeps.
"Can we stop hitting my keep?" Stiles asks pushing Jackson away from Scott as they two of them start to fight.
"When they come after you I won't be able to protect you. I can't protect anyone," Scott says turning his head looking at Stiles and me, I feel my heart drop I can finally see how much he hates this; how much the change has affected him.
"You know what? Now you have to do it. Get me what I want and I will be fine protecting myself," Jackson says.
"No you won't Jackson. This isn't some kind of game you can't master it in a day, trust me for someone bitten all it does is make things in their life worse," I say to him looking at him resting my hand on his shoulder.
"Oh really? You two can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a really hardship McCall!" he yells at Scott and me.
"Yeah we can run really fast expect half the we're running away from people that want to kill us! And I can hear things like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore, right before breaking up with me. I'm not lying too you!" Scott says I feel his shoulders sag underneath my hand as he says it. Jackson scoffs not taking anything Scott said just into his thick skull.
"It ruined your life. You know you had all the power in the world and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned sixteen and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda," Jackson pauses looking at all three of us like we're freaks.
"Me? McCall I drive a Porsche," he says quietly leaning into us. I growl having enough of him deciding too prove a point to him that this is not as easy as he thinks it is.
No One's POV
Jackson turns his head looking at Sara her eyes glowing violet growling at him he steps back but she grabs hold of his shirt he gulps looking at her as she looking him dead on. Sara growls at him sick and tried of how cocky he is she doesn't care anymore about keeping her friendship with him now.
"Want to know how hard this is Jackson?" she asks him as her claws ripping through his shirt her eyes beginning turning a brighter shade of violet flashes of red dashing through them. The colour change makes Jackson feel like some kind of demon is watching him closely.
"This gift as you call it got my mother killed, has me running from the people that did it. I'm constantly terrified that I'm going to lose another person I love. Look at me Jackson I was born like this," she growls bringing his face closer to hers making him look straight in too her eyes, her left eye suddenly turning red completely for a second before fading back to violet.
"And even I can't control it," she says coldly at him before shoving him roughly towards his car, Jackson stares at Sara as she holds her head in her hand pain distorting her face as the claws that ripped through his shirt disappear. She was born like that? He walks away to his car quickly his hand shaking slightly but he hides them from the group as they all watch him. Sara holds her head in her hand feeling like a something is tightening round her head why the hell did her vision go red for a second? What is going on with her? She breathes deep forcing a smile as she turns back round to Scott and Stiles who stare at her, Stiles crocks pointing after Jackson in a what the hell gesture. Sara laughs at him ignoring the pain as it radiates from her head.
Sara groans trying to pull her house keys out of her pocket juggling her over flowing messenger bag and two full grocery bags; she lifts her leg up balancing one of the bags on her thigh managing to get her keys in the lock. God damn Stiles he never fucking helps, she thinks to herself finally getting the door open without dropping everything on the ground. She looks up the stairs as she walks into the house the squeaking from her shoes echoing around the empty house. Derek must be gone, she thinks dropping her bag and keys on the table sad that he's gone. All this fighting has just made her realise how much he actually loves him being around all the time; seeing him asleep beside her this morning made her smile and completely forget about all the crap that has happened. She puts the grocery bags on the hall table walking back outside picking up the last three bags. Sara shivers pulling the sleeves of her long grey cardigan tighter over her hands as she balances the bags in her arms kicking the door shut behind her. She smiles to herself wondering if Derek will come back too the house before Stiles and Scott appear for pizza and Xbox night. Actually she hopes Derek will be back before pizza and Xbox night because she really wants to see him again and make sure he actually eats proper food for once, instead of cold take out food or leftover's from her fridge at one in the morning. She laughs remembering when she caught him eating old Chinese food out her fridge at two in the morning; Sara walks through to the kitchen trying to decide what too eat. She leans on the doorway balancing the bags with ease as she turns on the light to see someone she did not want to see.
Peter laughs smirking when her eye meet his she screams dropping the bags she was holding on the floor the content spilling all over the floor, Sara steps back from him her eyes wide fear then anger appearing in them.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Sara turns round to see Derek standing behind her his face completely cold towards his uncle being here alone with Sara.
"Oh I just came to see how my dear nephew and his little play mate were doing," Peter says leaning back in the seat looking at them. Derek steps beside Sara who bends down picking up her spilled food products off the floor. She doesn't say anything hating the horrible atmosphere that has filled the room, god she hates this Peter just makes everything feel like it was when they where fighting.
"So how are you?" Peter asks making the atmosphere even heavier.
"Pissed off and not in the mood for you," Sara says coldly standing up putting bags on the island leaning on her hands breathing deeply turning her head looking at Derek. She smiles at him weakly Derek looks at her his beautiful mate she looks so tried and worn out. Sara smiles when he steps towards her taking hold of her hand pulling her into him kissing her head gently knowing this is wearing her out.
"Oh that's rather mean," Peter says pretending to be hurt by her insult as he watches Derek hold her his arms protectively round her waist and back keeping her turned away from him.
"What is your real reason for being here?" Derek asks him trying to keep a straight face as Sara's fingers run over the top of his jeans.
"Just wanted to see if I could talk too Sara about seeing her mother again," Peter says. Sara stops at the mention of the word mother, her mother? This asshole doesn't know does he? She steps away from Derek unwrapping his arms from around her he curses under his breath watching Sara step slowly towards Peter. She drags her nails across the side of the counter her anger taking over Peter watches her images of her mother at her ages suddenly coming into his mind.
"Why the hell would you want to talk too my mother?" she asks her voice cold her eyes changing quickly to violet as she walks towards him.
"Well me and your mother go way back," Peter says standing up in one graceful movement watching her move towards him clearly his choice of conversation topic wasn't a good one.
"I take it she never," Peter stops when Sara's hand suddenly clamps round his neck lifting him off the ground slightly despite the height and weight difference, she growls at him her fangs appearing not able to control herself. Peter looks at her amazed at her strength but then again her mother was always stronger than most and when she became an alpha she was incredibly strong. So strong it was impossible to win in a fight against her when she was completely shifted. And it is so very clear to Peter that her little girl has inherited her strength.
"Talk about my mother again and I will rip your throat out," Sara growls at him tightening her grip round his neck Peter actually chokes a little at the strength of her grip. Peter laughs grabbing hold of her wrist putting himself back down on the floor grinning at her as she glares at him swiping her arm back.
"Very impressive," he pauses fixing the collar of his shirt making sure he doesn't look bad for his date with the lovely Melissa McCall later on this evening.
"So could I please?" he stops when Sara lifts her gaze from her wrist to glare at him pain and anger mixed into her eyes.
"She's dead," she states bluntly to him dropping her gaze away looking at the floor her hands balling up into fists not wanting to talk about her mother. Just thinking about it makes her feel sick to the pit of her stomach like someone is twisting her insides around.
"Oh well that's shame," Peter says actually sad but to Sara it just sounds extremely sarcastic. Peter turns round deciding it's time for him to go pick up his lovely date for the evening and use her against his little beta Scott needing him to join his pack or they will never win against the Argent's.
Sara's POV
I sigh falling onto the floor closing my eyes as I drop my head trying not to sob because I nearly lost myself just from Peter mentioning my mother. He really knows how to press my buttons. How the hell does he know her? I know the two of them had a good relationship when our families were together. But I didn't know they went further back than that.
"God," I groan resting my forehead against my knees taking deep breaths when this is all over I swear I may actually cry from sheer joy. I take a deep breath pulling myself up off the ground deciding to cook food for us all to eat instead of ordering pizza. And I know that Stiles orders out most of the time now because of his dad working all the time also the fact that the last time I saw Stiles try to cook something he nearly burned the whole of our house down.
"Okay I'm going to cook is there anything specific that you want too eat?" I ask Derek crossing my arms putting a smile on my face trying to hide the fact that I want to cry.
"Sara," Derek looks at me knowing me all to well that my smile is forced to hide the fact that I currently want to bury my face in his chest and cry. I wave my hands at him making my smile bigger trying to make this horrible feeling disappear using this fake smile.
"I'm fine Derek please," I stop when my gaze meets his I open and close my mouth like a goldfish trying to think what to say too him. Derek rolls his eyes stepping towards me wrapping his arms round me tightly I groan resting my head against his chest. He strokes the back of my head I chuckle lifting my head too look at him laughing more when I see the cocky grin on his face knowing he's won.
"I hate him please just let me rip his throat out Derek please," I say pleading with him using my best pout at him. Derek laughs resting his forehead against mine, god I love when he smiles. Is it too old fashioned to say that his smile makes my knees melt? Oh well he makes my knees melt.
"Hmm baby I would love that," he says leaning down kissing me. I grin putting my hands on the side of his face kissing him back, after last night I can't get enough of him. I pull away from him running my thumbs along his jaw line smiling at him enjoying this moment alone we have.
"Now what do you want to eat?" I ask him stepping away starting to put the shopping away. Derek laughs coming up behind me wrapping his arms round my waist tightly kissing my neck I close my eyes relaxing against him.
"I think I want you," he says in my ear his breathe hot against my skin. I moan tugging at his top wanting him to realise his arms from around me so I can kiss him. He laughs as he continues to kiss my neck digging his claws into my sides I moan grabbing hold of his top pulling him closer, Derek pulls away turning me round I look up at him wanting him to kiss me already.
"It's been less that a day," I say to him.
"I don't care," I moan when he kisses me roughly grabbing hold of my ass picking me up putting me on the counter.
No one's POV
Stiles stands in Sara's back garden staring at Sara and Derek as they kiss each other he can hear Gin Wigmore – Man like that through the closed patio windows. His jaw drops as he watches the rather energetic make out session between them he watches Derek pulls Sara's top off with one hand kissing her as soon as he can. Stiles has only ever seen stuff like this on TV or on his laptop late at night with his headphones on. So this what it looks like in real life. This is what Scott and her do when they get time off from this whole alpha situation no wonder the two of them are never around.
Sara moans when Derek pulls away from her turning to look at the patio doors, her face slowly drops when she sees Stiles standing bug eyed staring at them. She growls glaring at him her eyes looking extremely bright to Stiles as he backs away from the doors waving awkwardly at them. Sara laughs lying back on the counter watching Derek storms towards him not a happy bunny that Stiles has been watching them. Derek grabs Stiles by the hood tossing him into the kitchen watching him slide across the floor from the force of the throw, Stiles stares up at Derek looming over him clearly angry.
"Get a nice kick from watching?" Derek growls at him picking Stiles up off the floor by his shirt. Stiles starts making noises waving his arms about trying to put a sentence together but is too busy staring at Sara as she hops off the counter not bothering to put her top back on. Derek growls again slapping Stiles just hard enough for him to get the point pointing a finger at him glaring.
"Eyes up Stilinski," Derek says to him, he turns to look at Sara his eyes making the point that he wants her too put her top back on. She sighs rolling her eyes at him picking her top up off the floor putting it back on.
"Happy now?" she asks him Derek drops Stiles down on the floor again wrapping an arm round her waist tightly kissing her again as an apology.
"What do you want Stiles you're not supposed to be here for another hour?" Sara says to him wrapping her arms round Derek's waist resting her head on his shoulder. Stiles holds back his urge to gag at their display of affection; he didn't even know that Derek could show affection let alone smile like he does when he's with Sara.
"Well to start with if you'd pick up your phone you would know we have to go help Scott like hmm," Stiles pauses too look at his watch making the situation more dramatic.
"NOW!" he yells at her. Sara sighs turning to look at Derek who is still glaring at Stiles she flicks the side of his head getting his attention away from Stiles. She smiles at him leaning in kissing him firmly like it's the last kiss they could ever have and after their fight she never wants him to forget how much she loves him.
"I'll see you later baby," she says stepping away from him smiling happily. Derek smiles at her his hand cupping her cheek in his hand Stiles gags at the tender moment between them causing Sara and Derek both to turn their heads and glare at him.
"Let's go," she says unwrapping herself from Derek's arms picking her hoodie up from the back of one of the chairs grabbing hold of Stiles by the shirt sleeve dragging him off.
Sara puts her feet up on the dashboard as Stiles drives his jeep through Beacon Hills trying to find Mellissa's car neither of them have said more than a few words to each other. Neither knowing what to do around each other after what happened at the school with Scott around it's fine cause it defuses the tension but now. You could quiet literally cut the tension with a knife. She turns her head looking at Stiles as he drives was what she did at the school the remainders of her crush from elementary school? She knows it can't be her feelings now because she loves Derek so much but she still did that too Stiles. Sara opens her mouth but closes it again not knowing what to say she sighs slouching down in the seat thinking over everything that happened at the school trying to put together her thoughts from that night. She turns her head again wanting to say something too Stiles but can't bring herself too; Sara holds back a groan when Stiles suddenly hits into another car that's parked. Parked! For Christ sake she knew he was a bad driver but this is just over the top. She jumps out the car walking over beside Sara a cocky grin spreading over her face when Peter steps out the parked car. It fades when she sees Melissa walking round angry as she looks at the two of them.
"Oh are you kidding me! Stiles Sara!" she yells at them.
"Miss McCall?" Sara says staring at Melissa who looks amazing now feeling bad for what Stiles just did.
"Wow this is… this is just crazy. What a coincidence, huh?" Stiles says playing his I'm a cute goof ball card. Sara turns away looking at Peter as he stands in front of them her hands slowly balling up into fists as she looks at him. Nothing would please her more than too punch him right now. Peter turns round when he senses a pair of eyes on him he looks at Sara as her eyes glow a soft shade of violet he smirks at her but his smirk fades when her eyes suddenly flush red briefly but the colour fades quickly. Could she have inherited it too? He thinks to himself as he looks at Alice's double standing before him, same piercing gaze, same beautiful face, the same flowing light blonde hair. And those violet eyes that used to enchant him as a teenager. Peter knows she is exactly like her mother he has experience how strong she can be when she is angry; he chuckles to himself remembering when Alice used to fight with her father she could easily beat him without breaking a sweat.
"I mean.. I do not know what happened you guys like came out of nowhere," Stiles says.
"Came out of nowhere! We were parked Stiles on the side of the road!" Melissa yells at Stiles.
"How crazy is that?" he says, Sara laughs at him god he is going to be in so much shit when he gets home.
"I mean we should probably call the cop, you know do a whole accident report thing don't you think Stiles?" Sara says elbowing him in the ribs.
"Oh right, yeeeaaahhhh I mean we totally should," Stiles says nodding his head in approval.
"I don't think that's necessary," Peter says looking between the two teenagers foiling his plans for the evening.
"Oh are you sure?" Sara asks the sarcasm rolling off her tongue.
"Actually you know I think I'm feeling a little whiplash," Stiles says rubbing his neck.
"Whiplash! You hit us!" Melissa says getting sick and tried of the two of them always popping up when she has plans. Stiles fumbles over his words for a few seconds before actual words start to come out.
"I don't know, there's definitely something wrong with my neck," he says continuing to rub it. Sara watches Peter as he wonders off she can hear Scott breathing from behind one of the parked cars further down the street, what the hell is he doing? She stops he's been distracting them so her ass of a boyfriend who is walking on extremely thin ice now can go and get Jackson too feed him to the wolves; quiet literally. Stiles stops what he's saying when Sara pulls her hoodie off tossing it too the ground beside him taking her shoes off throwing them on the ground. Everyone around them watches her as she starts too run bare food dressed in only a vest top and denim shorts her hair trailing behind her. Peter lets out an amused chuckle watching her run away from them towards his old burnt out home; run little werewolves run he thinks. Sara never loses her footing once as she runs through Beacon Hills straight into the woods, the only sound coming from her the soft pants that escape her lips. The small clouds of her breathe disappearing in the cold air; she doesn't stop running as she crashes through the trees praying she makes it there before a fight breaks out. Sara stops in front of the house looking at Derek as he stands behind Jackson who is slowly approaching the front door of the house.
"Derek!" she yells at him clenching her fists both Jackson and him turning too look at her as she storms towards them.
"Get out of here Sara," he says to her his voice cold.
"Jackson don't you dare," Sara says paying no attention to Derek's comment and glares.
"Go in Jackson everything you want is inside," Derek says arguing against her. He moves before Sara can leading Jackson into the house, she walks in after them grabbing hold of Derek's arm turning him round pointing her finger at him getting ready to yell at him.
"This house… it's the same house," Sara stops both of them turning too look at Jackson as he walks around looking at the burnt remains of the building.
"What'd you say?" Derek asks pulling his arm out of Sara's grasp.
"I've dreamt about this place. I remember the staircase. I remember these.. these walls. I remember everything," Jackson says fear creeping into his voice slowly.
"Jackson you've been here?" Sara asks her temper fading.
"No, never I dreamt it," Jackson says turning too look at them, Sara watches as Jackson slowly begins to realises he's walked straight into a trap.
"There's no one else here. And no one else coming?" Jackson says fear slowly coming over him as he steps back towards the stairs. Derek nods his head his face cold making him appear completely heartless Sara grabs hold of his arm when his claws appear not wanting him to anything he's going to regret.
"Derek stop this," Sara says grabbing hold of his arm. Derek turns to her quickly grabbing her hand off his arm she winces slightly at the amount of strength he uses to keep hold of her arm.
"I have to do this," he growls at her keeping hold of her arm as he turns towards Jackson.
"No.. no, please. Please don't okay? I'll shut up I'll never say another word again. I'll leave Scott alone. Please you can't do this! Please!" Sara stares at Jackson tears beginning to escape his eyes pleading with Derek to stop this. She has never in the ten years she's know him seen him show this much emotion, it's so unlike him to get rid of the whole cocky persona he uses.
"I don't deserve this," Jackson says sobbing.
"I think you do," Derek says coldly keeping hold of Sara so she doesn't get in the way of completely this task for his uncle.
"NO!" Jackson yells at him his voice breaking from sobs.
"Look around you! Wouldn't there be someone here trying to save you? There's no one here. And there's a reason. No one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares that you have perfect hair, and no one cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team!" Derek yells at him his grip on Sara tightening slowly, she hisses in pain trying to pull her arm free but fails miserably.
"Excuse me co-captain," Sara lifts her head looking at Scott as he jumps down the staircase she moves back when Derek finally let's go of her. Sara looks between Scott and Derek both of them shifted fully ready to attack the other one. She opens her mouth to yell at them too stop this stupid behaviour when the bright light suddenly blinds her she blinks rapidly trying to get rid of the spots in her vision. Derek drops his arms from covering his head looking at Sara as she stands out in the open, he yells at her too move but the bullets come to quickly. Sara falls to her knees clutching at her bleeding wounds, she stares at Derek black liquid running out her mouth. Scott grabs her pulling her too the side bleeding as well from one of the bullets, Derek looks at the two of them making his decision in a second. He runs to them picking Scott up as he holds Sara in his arms protecting her from any more bullets.
"Run! You keep her safe now GO!" Derek yells at them watching Scott run out the back of the house holding the last thing he holds dear to him in his arms. Sara looks over Scott's shoulder trying to escape Scott's arms to help Derek he looks back at her as she screams his name he looks away from her before opening the door.
Scott carries Sara's body through the woods her blood soaking through her top he collapses too his knees looking at Sara blood running out her mouth in thick black lines. He falls down onto the ground lying beside Sara he looks at the night sky the bullet wounds sending searing pain through his body. Sara coughs a horrible thick sound as blood splutters out her mouth she can't make her body move as small clouds of purple smoke escape the open wounds.
"So this is how it ends?" she says her laugh slowly turning to spluttering coughing sound.
"Always thought I'd die in a more fashionable way," she says looking up at the stars. Scott groans turning his head to look at Sara she flops her head to the side looking at him with a soft smile despite the blood all over her chin she still looks angelically pretty.
"You've been a good friend Scott I love you," she says a tear rolling down her cheek as she turns her head back the slight movement painful.
"Tell Stiles I love him," her voice fading as her eyes close her whole body becoming limp slipping into the darkness that was calling her. Scott stares at Sara's body as it lies beside him he pulls himself over to her ignoring the pain that screams for him too stop his actions; he collapses beside her landing face first into the leaves unable to do anymore.
"Allison," his voice is quiet her name slipping out without him even thinking about it.
The figure looks at the two young werewolves bodies lying on the ground at his feet, he bends down looking at the girl her face lit by the starlight she could be a beautiful statue if it wasn't for the blood on her face. She is really the double of her mother, he thinks bending down picking her up off the ground slowly tossing the other one over his shoulder carrying the weight with ease.