This Chapter was inspired by Ain't no rest for the wicked – Elephant and the Cage

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The next day in school, Anna hunted Isaac down during her free period. She had managed to borrow some articles from the founder's museum. It had taken most of the night but she had been wired anyway and had managed to fit in some studying for Calculus too, seeing as she was flunking it. She couldn't try and improve her grades right now. Being a supernatural peace keeper took up most of her time.
"Hey," she said, throwing the heavy box she'd retrieved from her locker in front of him. "So, while some people are going to make us fail this history project. Other people actually want to start seeing as it's due in, in a couple of weeks."
He sighed and did a fake clap before asking, "What did you find?"
"Well," Anna said, "There is a couple of stories here." She handed him a book that read The Folklore of Beacon Hills 1863-1999.
"Sounds mysterious." He said, waggling his eyebrows.
"I also found a bunch of old journals talking about everything from witchcraft to haints," when he looked confused, she added, "Ghosts."
"Hey, hey," he said beaconing her over. "Come check this out." She read over his shoulder, heart pounding.

Werewolves of Beacon Hills

For decades, werewolves had lived in the areas surrounding Beacon Hills. As pilgrims began to spread West wards and inhabit California, many sought revenge by turning the defenseless, practically the very young or old, transforming them into a lupine humanoid species whenever the moon shone. This resulted in a stylized witch-hunt however no actual evidence was found.
It was only after Emmaline Argent murdered two small children and was hanged for it, did the legends of werewolves disappear. Soon, people who had been believed to be werewolves moved away and the legend of the werewolves of Beacon Hills was forgotten forever.

Anna's heart pounded in her chest. Emmaline Argent. As in, an ancestor of the Argent family that was currently in town, alleged hunters. Again Derek's threats echoed at her. But maybe there was no harm in investigating werewolves. He'd promised to leave them alone after they'd saved his life. "Hey," Isaac said, "There's more."

Until, a family known as the Madelines came to Beacon Hills in 1892. Soon after they moved to town, people began to complain of inhuman noises they heard on their property. Authorities brushed this off simply as Mountain Lions stalking their property. Then, a young noble girl named Alice Chambers fell in love with one of the Madelines' boys, a, Joseph Madelines. A lynch mob was formed to kill Joseph, armed with shotguns and assault rifles. Many now believe Joseph went insane and killed everyone however the original tale is that, the bullet used to kill Joseph were made of Wolfsbane and Alice jumped in front of him and saved his life. The bullet hit Alice in the chest, and in her dying moments her eyes glowed amber and she appeared to have canine teeth and claws; proving that Joseph or one of his family members had turned her.
Alice's dying wish was that Joseph didn't hurt anyone. There are two accounts of what happened next, both involving Joseph disappearing and only one man surviving, Harrison Argent.
It is popular belief that Joseph transformed into a werewolf and massacred the mob, provoked by the death of his true love before fleeing but in reality, it is more likely that Argent killed everyone there and shot Joseph to hide the truth of the existence of both werewolves and hunters.

Anna felt sick and swayed a little on her feet, having to catch herself on the table. The news had come as a huge shock. She now knew that the Chambers family had been interacting with werewolves in a big way long before she had witnessed anything supernatural. She now also knew there had always been werewolves in Beacon Hills and that Derek's arrival back in town couldn't be a coincidence. She knew he was out here looking for the Alpha.
What if it was a decent of the Madelines? Of Joseph?
"Anna!" Isaac yelled, catching her before she feel. She hadn't even realized she'd been about to faint, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Sorry," she said apologetically, "The story just spooked me. I don't want to do werewolves, okay?"
He nodded respectfully but didn't let go of her and she didn't want him to either.

It was nightfall, when Anna got a text off Scott asking him to meet her at the school. She was studying for a Biology exam and praying she wasn't going to fail. She'd had so much racing around in her mind recently. Werewolves, Scott, relationships. The last one was the biggie though, even compared to all the paranormal crap that was happening recently. She had been distant from Erica and it bugged her. Her family was drifting away, not communicating with her, Georgina's glum mood when she'd picked her up from dance practice showed that enough. Then there was Scott and Stiles and all that craziness, which ate away at most of her time and made it sometimes impossible to sustain a strong friendship with Carly.

And then there was Isaac. Just…. Him.

She'd wanted to protect him from day one, sleuthing around to discover more about him, try to help him with his problems but he just wouldn't open up to her and she didn't like the way they'd left things that other night.
Sighing, she picked up the vibrating piece of metal and read the text. Have 2 stop Derek frm hurting boss. Thinks Deaton's the alpha. Meet me at the school parking lot in hour. Hurry.

S.

Was one night off too much to ask?

Anna pulled up to the parking lot in moderate movements so she looked less suspicious. She jogged over to the jeep that was switching to neutral.
"This is a terrible idea," she overhead Stiles say but didn't hear Scott's reply. "What?" she asked, rounding on them, "What's a terrible idea?"
"Scott wants to call the Alpha." Stiles said in a frustrated voice.
"Um… I can see one big problem with that," Anna said evenly before exploding, "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?!"
"Keep your voice down!" Scott hissed, "It's not that bad," – Anna raised an eyebrow – "Well, can you think of a better idea?"
Stiles spoke up. "Usually I'm a fan of ignoring the problem until eventually it just goes away."
"Just make sure you can get us inside." Scott told him, Stiles turned to root through the trunk of his car and Anna pulled Scott to one side.
"Scott, please don't do this. I don't want you to get hurt." She begged, "What am I going to tell Alison if you die."
"I'll be fine," Scott soothed, ignoring her second statement, "It's the only thing I can do right now."
"Here," Stiles said, handing Scott a pair of pliers as a plush Camaro bathed the beaten-up jeep in a warm, yellow glow.
"Where's my boss?" Scott demanded as Derek clambered out, clad in black leather as usual.
"He's in the back." Derek indicated to his back seat and the trio peered in. Anna gasped when she saw how beaten Dr. Deaton looked. Fear curled inside her as she realized she was adding and abetting kidnap.
The trio pulled their gazes away and began walking towards the school. "What are you doing?" Derek barked at them.
"You said I was connected to the Alpha," Scott said, "I'm going to find out if you're right."

Anna, Stiles and Scott opened the door to the administration office with a creak. Stiles began preforming tech-y maneuvers with the intercom system. "Just one question," Stiles asked as he pulled on wires and generally fidgeted. "What are you going to do if he doesn't come?"
"I don't know."
"Well," Anna chimed, "What are you going to do if he does come?"
"I don't know."
Anna rolled her eyes and Stiles looked a little frightened, "Good plan." he said before reaching for something.
"You said a wolf howls to signal his location to the rest of the pack." Scott pointed out as Anna paced irritably in front of the door. She had to be careful or she'd be dead either way, by the Alpha or her mom.
"But if you bring him here, does that make you a part of his pack?" Stiles retorted.
Scott shrugged regretfully, "I hope not."
Stiles grabbed the intercom and placed on top of the desk. "Yeah, I hope so too," he said, "Right, all you."
Scott coughed into the microphone. Then a horrible noise burst out of his throat, much like the sound Tybalt had once made when he'd been hit by that car two years ago. Anna smothered an exasperated sigh.
"Was that okay? I mean, that was a howl? Right?" Scott asked, nervously, rocking backwards and forwards on his feet.
"Technically," Stiles said.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked, almost wounded.
"It sounded like a cat being choked to death, Scott." He put it.

Scott slammed his fist into the table. "What do I do?" he cried, "How am I supposed to do this?"
Stiles went up to Scott and began massaging his shoulders, offering some masculine support. "You're calling the Alpha, Scott, so just be a man. Be a werewolf – not a teen wolf –"he shook him a second then added – "Be a werewolf." Anna stifled a giggle.
A long, rippling roar shook the entire school. It was like an earthquake, except the ground wasn't shaking. More like a tornado. Locks rattled against the cool metal of the lockers and Anna had to push her hands against her eyes, it was becoming that loud but she was still beaming with pride afterwards, despite the volatile ringing in her ears.

"I'm going to kill all three of you!" Derek yelled at them as a means of greeting. More the first time, Anna wasn't concerned by his lousy threat. "What the hell was that? Are you trying to attract half the county to the school!"
"Sorry," Scott said, even though he was smiling from ear to ear, "I didn't realize it would be that loud."
"Oh, it was loud," Stiles smirked, "And it was awesome."
"More like epic." Anna chimed, as happy as they were.
"Shut up." Derek barked at them, deadpan.
"Hey, don't be such a sour-wolf." Stiles remarked. But Scott's face was falling, making Anna's elation fade.
"What'd you do with him?" Scott asked, gesturing to the back of the car.
"What?" Derek growled, just as surprised as they were. Anna stared into the back seat but the door was wide up and Dr. Deaton was gone. "I didn't do anything."
"Well, that's evident-" but Anna's words were cut off by blood spurting out of Derek's mouth. She flinched and backpedaled, stumbling into Scott, screaming. The trio grabbed each other and raced for the school as Derek's now limp body was thrown across the length of the parking lot like a limp child's toy.
She threw herself through the door's, shaking and whimpering like a kicked puppy and ducked behind it as the Alpha growled outside.

We're gunna die, she thought, we are so dead.

"Lock it! Lock it!" Anna screamed as the Alpha threw itself against the school's doors, making them groan under the pressure.
"Does it look like I have a key?" Stiles yelled back at her, struggling with the door. She was panicking now, almost sobbing with fear and backing away from the door despite the fact they needed help. I can't do this, she thought. Her lungs hurt with fear from the constricting feeling you get in your chest when your utterly terrified and her face prickled.
"Grab something!" Scott screamed.
"What?" he replied.
"Anything!"
But just as soon as it had started, it stopped abruptly again. Anna was still shaking all over as the boys examined the school parking lot. Stiles was staring at something intently.
"No!" Scott warned as Stiles made a move to grab the door.
"Stiles please don't go out there!" Anna begged.
Stiles stared at her for a long moment, "Look at you, Anna. We have to get out of here, you're a wreck." The words hurt, but what was more painful was the fact he was risking his own life for them. For her.
He crept stealthy outside, trying to barely make a sound. He reached the pliers and placed his hand around the metal. Then Anna noticed the large, wolf-like creatures with hideous features and large, fluorescent red eyes shining at him. "Stiles! Stiles!" Scott and Anna screamed, smashing their fists into the door. The windows vibrated with the force of their blow. Anna threw the doors open, despite Scott's warnings and Stiles allowed himself to be dragged into the building and pulled up against her. He fell onto her awkwardly and both teens blushed as Stiles forced the pliers in front of the door.
"Where is it?" Anna demanded, as Stiles's flashlight illuminated the car park. The only Anna could see through the crack of glass in the door was the jeep and the Camaro parked lazily next to it. Memories flooded back to her, Derek coughing blood, it spurting out of his mouth like something out of a really bad horror movie. Except it had actually happened, the proof was on her clothes, caught in her hair. She shuddered violently. "Where did it go?"
Stiles searched frantically with the yellow beam of the torch. It was quite as accurate as she would have hoped, due to the fact his hand was shaking. "What the hell…?" Scott muttered to himself as they backed away from the door.
A gut wrenching howl broke the petrified silence and the trio sprinted forward, Anna the fastest. "In here!" she called and the three of them ducked into the classroom.
"Wait! Wait!" Stiles said, as they began to slide the desk with an horrifying loud shriek of metal across the concrete floor. "The door's not going to keep him out!"
"I know."
"It's your boss." Stiles suddenly murmured. Scott shot him a confused look. Meanwhile Anna tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness outside. She could see nothing now; it was totally dark in this classroom. There wasn't even a far off streetlight to give at least some visibility.
"What!"
"Deaton. The Alpha. Your boss."
The outbuildings of the school now looked menacing. Anyone of them could be hiding the Alpha and at the same time, he could be right outside, crouching beneath the window. Anna backed away sharpish at the thought but plucked up the courage and returned.
"No!" Scott replied, his voice low and serious.
"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf."
"That can't be!" Anna was struggling to focus now with the bickering pair yelling about the true identity of the Alpha. She could sort of see now, whatever dark could that had been lingering for a moment had passed, maybe it was just her own subconscious. It made her remember a tale she had read in that Folklore book last night. The priests who had settled in Beacon Hills said something evil lived in the forest; and they had shunned the forest because of it.

Maybe they had been right.

"Oh come on, he disappears and that thing appears ten minutes later to toss Derek twenty meters through the air." Stiles said through gritted teeth.
"It's not. Him!" Scott yelled. Anna really wanted to knock their head together.
"He killed Derek." Anna flinched when he said it. Derek couldn't be dead. Otherwise, who would help Scott?
"Derek's not dead, he- he can't be dead!" Scott justified but Anna knew Stiles was probably right. There was quiet growling outside that Anna couldn't decipher. Had it been thunder or the Alpha?
"Blood spurted from his mouth! That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury!" Stiles yelled, waving an angry finger at Scott, "He's dead and we're next!"
"Stiles." Anna said in a shocked whisper, backing away from the window. "What's wrong with your jeep?"
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong." He said, coming over to join her at the window with Scott.
"Your hood," she continued, "It's bent."
"Dented?" Stiles asked, frowning and staring through the inky black glare of darkness.
"No, I mean bent."
Stiles finally saw it and seemed perplexed. "What the hell happened-?" he began but never got to finish because something collided with the window with an almighty smashing sound that sent glass shards flying in all directions. Anna ducked, whatever had been sent cruising at them narrowly missing her head. But she didn't scream. For the first time she didn't shake or cry or do anything so horror-movie-victim. She was learning, adapting to this crazy new world, slowly, yes, but she was growing.
"That's my battery." Stiles spat through gritted teeth, his hands were balled into fists with clear hate towards that Alpha. "We have to move."
"Wait," Anna said, and his time she wasn't begging and crying but being logical. "He could be right outside."
"He is right outside." Stiles corrected but Anna dragged him back down as he tried to stand.
Scott slunk slowly upwards, giving the parking lot a quick once over, then repeating. "Coast looks clear."
"Move now?" Stiles pressed.
"Move now." Scott confirmed and the trio walked cautiously towards the door. Anna almost unwilling to turn her back on the windows.
Scott began moving forwards, the clear leader of the posy but Stiles grabbed him backwards, "No," he said swiftly, "Somewhere else. We need to go somewhere without windows."
"The locker room?" Anna suggested and both boys nodded, sprinting in the direction of the PE department. The trio ducked into the classroom, Anna dead bolting all the windows that weren't already locked. She checked her watch. It was 2 AM and if no one had discovered her absence yet, then they would soon, and she'd be standing in the middle of the biggest parental shitstorm in the history of mankind. She shrugged. She had bigger things to worry about right now, like staying alive with a pissed-off, homicidal Alpha werewolf on their tales.
"Call your dad." Scott ordered.
"And tell him what?" Stiles said incredulously.
"A gas leak, a fire. Anything!" Scott supplied as possible excuses. Anna rolled her eyes, "If it sees the parking lot full of cop cars, it'll take off."
"Yeah and what if it doesn't!" Stiles retorted, "What if it goes full out terminator and kills every single cop in the school, including my dad."
"Will you to stop arguing!" Anna yelled at them, "This is going to get us nowhere. We need a plan!"
"We need a way out!" Stiles said, "There's nothing for miles!"
"There's my car." Anna said, and both boys turned to stare at her. "You have a car?" they asked in unison, shocked.
"Technically, mom's car," Anna pointed out, "But it'll work. On one condition. We take Derek with us." Scott was nodding in agreement but Stiles looked bummed.
He moaned. "Do we have to?"
"Yes." They both snapped in unison.

They walked forward, muttering about the plan conjuring in their heads as Stiles reached for the door handle. Scott caught his arm in a panicked way.
"What is it?" Anna whispered to him, as he began to back away from the door, dragging Stiles with him. "I thought I heard something," he whispered back, "hide." Stiles jumped free and crawled into a locker, panicking each of them but they followed suit, squeezing into the tight space.
Anna held her breath and the door handle was turned and the hinges creaked in protest as the door swung inwards. The sound of footsteps echoed in the room, but Anna couldn't decipher whether they were human or otherwise. She held her breath, placing a hand over her mouth, clasping her nose.
There was a loud scream, followed by very human yelling and she tumbled out of the locker as it was wrenched open. A man – the janitor – she assumed, gripped her by the arm and started pushing her away screaming "Get the hell out!" as Scott and Stiles tried to protest.
"Gives us a second to explain!" Stiles justified but the janitor was having none of it.
"Just shut up and go!" he yelled but as he did, his voice faded as he was ripped backwards. There was silence, for a heart wrenching second as the door was slammed shut but then the figure of a man appeared again, blood staining the glass. Anna ran forward, trying to force the door open, as over and over again the man was smashed against it, blood running down in rivulets. Flashbacks to her father's own death entered her mind as Stiles and Scott tried to pry her off the door. "No! NO!" she screamed and kicked them, but the only pulled the door out of grasp, the man's screams dying away as they ran.

Anna's stomach churned and she almost vomited.

Then the man stopped screaming. And Anna knew the worst had happened.