"We're not going to help you!", I screamed at the surprisingly calm man. His little smile never left his face as he watched me checking Lydia's pulse. Alive. Alive. I hesitantly looked up, debating whether I would be able to check on Dan as well or not. Apparently he read my mind.

"Don't bother. Your little friend will never have to face the problems of a teenager again."

My breathing picked up at his words, my heartbeat was going crazy but I didn't give a fuck. I hated myself for not bringing my phone, how was I supposed to call the ambulance for Lydia? Stiles carefully pulled me back up again, and this time I let him. Peter watched all this in an almost mocking kind of manner. If I wouldn't have been so numb of both, shock and the pain that rushed through me, I would have kicked his ass. Well I probably would've tried and died doing so.

"I'm not letting you just leave her here!"

"You don't have a choice. You're going to come with me."

"Over my dead body.", I hissed with clenched fists. Peter didn't hesitate to grab me by my throat. I choked as I tried to losen his grip, but it was impossible. I barely heard him talking.

"Don't tempt me."

"If you don't leave her alone I will kill you. And if that's not working I will destroy everything that could help you to get what you want.", Stiles threatened and stepped a little closer.

"I'm sure you would.", Peter mocked but still let me go. I coughed and sank to the ground, crouched together next to Lydia's lifeless body. I couldn't just leave her. She would die! Stiles immediately pulled me into his side and examined the bruise on my neck. My hands were shaking and I could barely think straight. Dan...was dead. And Lydia was about to die. I slowly let my glance rise up back to the werewolf, not ashamed of the tears that silently ran over my face.

"You can't possibly think we're any good for you like that. I'd rather die than leave her."

He rolled his eyes before nodding his head at Stiles. "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is, that's all you get."

Anger rose up inside me again, but Stiles squeezed my hand warningly before he pulled out his phone to do as he was told. I continued to glare at Peter Hale with disgust, the person that had caused so much harm. He titled his head at me, like it was a mystery for him that we didn't get along great. The tension was so strong that it surprised me no one snapped. On our way to the hospital it was the same, until Peter decided to, again, be even more annoying.

"Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll become incredibly powerful."

"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freakin' mind and try to tear us apart.", Stiles scoffed while I was to upset to even reply.

"Well, actually, considering she's a woman - twice a month."

"I'm about to rip your throat out with my hand and considering that I'm not a werewolf it will be pretty hard for both of us.", I growled. In the parking house of the hospital I still tried to think of a way to escape him, but that would be impossible with a crazy Alpha on our heels. We followed him to a silver car, who the hell would sell this guy a car?

"Whose car is this?"

"It belonged to my nurse."

"What happened to your n- Oh god.", Stiles groaned. A shiver ran through me as I saw the beaten and lifeless body of a woman laying in the trunk. I almost gagged at the sight. It was one body too much. One shock too much. I stumbled backwards, barely noticing Stiles catching and trying to calm me. How could all of this be real? How could so many people die, get hurt or be threatened and thrown away like that?

"Turn it on. Get connected.", Peter demanded without even bothering to look at me or Stiles.

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here. Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them.", Stiles spoke up after a few moments of silence.

"You know both of them."

"No I don't."

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying.", Peter sighed annoyed.

"Dude, I swear-", Stiles cut himself off as I was once again, roughly pulled into Peter's side, his claws claws on my throat and his teeth right next to it.

"I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you."

Stiles bit his lip, instantly turning around to type in Scott's username and password. Peter released me, and this time I directly pushed myself into Stiles' arms. He protectively put his arms around me, I couldn't even start describe the amount of comfort that gave me.

"I don't see any progress."

We slowly seperated, Stiles cupped both of my cheeks and gave me a reassuring nod, which I returned after a few seconds. We could make it. We could get out of here.

"Don't think. Type."

"You're gonna kill people, right?"

"Only the responsible ones."

"Look if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of it. Scott... and Rosalie."

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them. And I obviously did my best to win your little girlfriend for my pack."

"By molesting me?", I scoffed.

"Listen, Rosalie. If I wanted to kill you, you would already be dead. It's a pity that you refuse to join me though; Banshees have always been useful in a pack, even if they rarely exist."

"Well Scott isn't going to help you."

"Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison. And you will, because it will save her, the girl that's so nice to you even though she wouldn't even date you if you were the last person on earth. And Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, you even have his username and password. His username is "Allison"? His password is also "Allison"?"

"Still want him in your pack?", I joked in an attempt to calm Stiles down. He had began to repeatedly bite his lip and clench his jaw, a bad sign when it came to him.

"Wait, what the - That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?"

"Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is.", he averted his eyes from the screen as if a noise caught his attention, one that could only be heard by someone with supernatural abilities. "And I'm not the only one."

I pleaded to god that Scott didn't bring himself into any more danger. A part of me had hoped that Derek's position would have remained a secret, so we could save him once the Alpha was gone, or at least not that close. Well guess what, that part just died. I silently watched him pack the computer back into the car. Was he going to kill us now? Just because we helped him didn't mean that he would leave us alone.

"Give me your keys."

Stiles carefully glanced over at me before sighing and handing it to the older male. I was honestly surprised, maybe I was actually convinced that he'd pick a fight. Stiles Stilinski giving up his jeep was like... Oh well you know what I mean.

"Careful. She grinds in second."

I cringed as Peter twisted the keys, poor Stiles. He looked like someone just ripped his heart out, but he looked even more shocked when Peter was about to get into the car. I probably had the same facial expression.

"You're not gonna kill us?", I asked sceptically. He turned to us with a merely surprised face. I didn't turn my head but I could still see Stiles stepping closer to me, ready to jump in if it was neccessary. I appreciated the gesture, but it wouldn't really increase my chance of surviving.

"Don't you get it Rose? I'm not the bad guy here."

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?", Stiles scoffed. I bit my lip. I had the same thought but why would I provoke a beast that wasn't too keen to kill us?

"I like you, Stiles. Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?"

"What?"

"Do you want the bite? If it doesn't kill you - and it could - you'll become like us.", Peter explained like it was the most normal thing on earth. I knew that Stiles would never take the offer, at least I thought so. I turned my head to him with raised eyebrows as he didn't give the negative answer I was expecting.

"Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, you'd get the girl.", Peter smirked and dropped his gaze down to me. I rolled my eyes and was about to tell him to go fuck himself but I didn't have the chance to.

"Roll your eyes all you want Rose, but don't think I didn't hear your heartbeat speeding up at the thought of Stiles being a werewolf."

"Maybe you're getting old.", I huffed. Stiles was looking at me now, but I refused to look back. This was ridiculous, Stiles didn't need to be a werewolf to be amazing.

"Think about it though. A boy that could actually win a fight. One that could actually protect you. Maybe even one that would be anything close to what you want."

He wasn't doing this to tease me, he did it to get on Stiles' nerves. If he would anger him enough, Stiles would say yes. Of course someone like Stiles would be a perfect pack member. He was intelligent and brave. But this wasn't what Stiles wanted. It wasn't what he needed.

"Don't listen to him, Stiles.", I pleaded and cupped his head with my hands. I could see the doubt in his eyes, the fear of losing more people that mattered to him.

"But he's right. I could protect everyone the way Scott does, I could help him! I could protect...I could protect you.", he muttered. I pursed my lips before covering them with his. It made the same firework rush through me like the first time, and I loved it. I couldn't express what Stiles meant to me, but he didn't need to protect me. He didn't need to grow a lot of hair or fangs and claws to be amazing. Stiles Stilinski, was perfect and I was proud to be a part of his life.

"Yes or no?"

"I don't wanna be like you.", Stiles finally replied. He squeezed my hand while doing so causing me to stroke his forearm.

"Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I don't want." You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye Stiles, Rose."

As we watched him drive away the sickening feeling in my stomach spread, it was like a virus. I didn't dare to think about the many possibilities of what could happen tonight. I knew one thing though, the times of pretending were over. I needed to find my dad, he deserves to know something about me...

I sighed for the hundreth time, irritating a doctor that walked past me. No Mom, no Dad and no Allison or Kate. I didn't understand. I was so sure that Allison would burst into the hospital the second she heard about Lydia, but apparently I was wrong. I also expected my parents to go look for me after they found out everything, apparently they hadn't yet. I furrowed my eyebrows together in confusion as I saw Jackson talking to Stiles, that never went well.

"All right. Did you bring the Porsche?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I'll drive. Rose I think we shou-"

"Where exactly are you planning to drive my daughter?", a familiar voice called. We turned to see dad, but it wasn't just him, he had brought a lot of other friends from 'work'. How could I have been so stupid all this time? Everything about their appearance screamed 'hunter'.

"I don't think that's any of your business.", I retorted with a bitter glance. Why was my dad always showing up in the shittiest of all moments? He just gave me a look that told me I'd hear later about this but I didn't actually care.

"However, boys. I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is.", he smiled. It wasn't a real smile though, it was the one of a predator.

"Scott McCall? Uhm, haven't seen him since the dance. You?", Stiles lied and was quickly accompanied by me. If Jackson just... After his pathetic stuttering it was silent before Stiles cursed. For someone that always got what he wanted and especially a cocky asshole like Jackson, it was hard to believe that he was so bad at lying.

I was right at their heels as they dragged the two into an empty room. I could imagine that their interrogation practices weren't really gentle, and I wasn't approving. I sighed at dad's overdramatic gesture, he didn't have to lock the door and act all threatening. But to be honest , if he wasn't my dad, I would be scared too.

"Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall?"

"Dad-", I pleaded on the verge of tears, I didn't want anything to happen to anyone in this room, this was just a waste of time, we should be helping Scott and Derek! We should be helping them to stop the Alpha, wasn't that the hunters' goal as well? What on earth was what they wanted?

"We will talk later Rosalie. You can be sure of that. But for now...", he trailed of and turned back to the teenagers.

"Listen, Mr. Argent if you wanna be angry at that guy for flirting with your daughter that's fine with me-"

I wasn't even sorry for Jackson as my dad hit him. It even kind of satisfied me to watch it. But it never slipped my mind what my dad would do with this kind of information. I wasn't disappointed when he grabbed Stiles next on his color and slammed him up into the wall.

"Dad stop it! Leave him alone! No!", I shouted but one of the guys grabbed my wrists and held them behind my back. I struggled but it was no use.

"Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?", dad asked without even acknowledging me.

"No. I could put it on my to - do - list, if you just let me go."

"Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?"

"Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills.", Stiles retorted which almost made me snicker.

"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"

"No. And it sounds like you need to be a little more select-"

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?", my dad yelled. I closed my eyes in a desperate attempt to calm down. It wasn't working. I didn't know what it would be like if Scott wolfed out, I didn't want to either. My experiences with werewolves were more than enough in my opinion...

"Yeah, I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?", Stiles scoffed. I opened my eyes. The Hale House fire. But that wasn't... Was it?

"I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that."

"Oh, right. Derek said you guys had a code. I guess no one ever breaks it."

"Never."

"What if someone does?"

"Like who?"

Stiles and my dad were both cut off guard when I asked this question. I didn't know were this was going. Was Stiles saying someone from my family was responsible for the Hale House fire? And if he was so sure of it, why on earth did he never tell me?

"Like Kate."

My blurry vision darkened completely after I processed that information. An undefinable noise left my mouth as I sank to the ground, the man that had held me wasn't sure of what to do. The noises around me were loud, but I couldn't understand a single word. I couldn't believe that Kate, my aunt and the woman that raised me would do something like this. And yet it was so easy to believe. Stiles was right, Derek had told us about the code. No one of the Hales was hunting any of us, I was sure of that. And when I thought about how much fun Kate had with torturing Derek, locking him in a basement... How could she do this?

"Rose!", someone yelled urgently. It still sounded weird, but it was the first voice that I could fully understand. I clang onto my dad for dear life as he whispered reassuring things in my ear. The next thing I knew was that he helped me into the car, but I knew that our destination wasn't home. I wasn't sure if I was ready to fight, hell I wasn't even sure if I was ready to walk on my own. Once my vision was clear again, I realised that my dad had left without me, probably to make sure I was safe. Well as safe as it got in this town. A little clumsy, I hopped out of the car, just almost tripping over my own feet. I hated my heels, but they were still better than walking with bare feet.

I ended up standing next to my dad, my right hand was shakily holding my new favorite tool, the modified knife. My dad barely glanced at me as he tried to stop Kate from killing Scott. I couldn't believe she was so cruel. I never knew she would be able to do these kind of things... Hurting innocent people, just because they were werewolves, hurting innocent kids... I didn't even recognise her. After rushing over to help Allison up we clung to each other for dear life. I squeezed my eyes together as I tried to recognise the person that laid close to Scott.

"Derek!", his name escaped me in a gasp and before I even knew it my hands were covered in his blood. He was still alive and hopefully healing. He couldn't die, not him. I desperately tried to hold back my sobs as I stroked through his hair. The whole situation just slowly started to make sense in my head. People were going to die tonight, I knew that and I was unable to stop it. I flinched when I felt something on my thigh but it was just mud. My dress was definitely ruined. Lydia wouldn't be amused. If she survived...

I looked up just in time to meet Kate's glance. Her look was menacing, mocking in a predator kind of way. Her eyes travelled further down to Derek, I did my best to shield him with my body. She rolled her eyes before she looked back to dad.

"I knew that you were weak but this? Chris I leave you for a few years with her and look at her now. A supernatural creature that does her best to protect a monster. Pathetic."

"Just for the record, it's Banshee, alright?", I huffed and got up carefully. "And the only pathetic thing I can see is you."

Kate rolled her eyes again and I froze as she directed the gun at me. I could see in her eyes that she would do it. She would shoot me. The person that just a few months ago, was the most important person in my life. I flinched when I heard a gun shot but as I didn't feel any pain I slowly opened my eyes. Kate was gaping at dad with wide eyes but as far as I could see he hadn't shot her. It was a warning shot and he wasn't playing. She scoffed again and slowly dropped the arm she was holding the gun with. The creaking sound on the door made my head snap to the Hale House.

"Rosalie, Allison, get back.", dad demanded slowly. The door opened further, revealing nothing but darkness. My heartbeat began to pick up, I felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. I was ashamed to admit it, but I really wanted to be with Stiles right now. I knew that his smell would be enough calm me down...

Scott scrambled to his feet quickly but I did the opposite. If Peter was the Alpha... Again, I crouched down next to Derek and did my best to protect him, which to be honest was nothing. If the Alpha wanted to hurt him I wouldn't be in the way. He barely would have to raise his arm and I could be dead. But I remained in this position, somehow trying to be useful. That was why my anxiety increased when everyone was swiped off their feet. Everyone except Kate... I involuntarily watched as he brought her out of ammunition and broke her wrist, just to throw her against the house and dragging her inside afterward. I could see the determination on Allison's face, that was when I knew I'd have to move.

"Allison wait!", I pleaded as I stumbled up the stairs after her. My feet came to a sudden stop when I saw Peter holding Kate in a choke. The panic in her eyes... If I hadn't realised it before I did now, things were never going to be the same again.

"Oh, look. Isn't she even more beautiful? And partly raised by you if I'm correct. Pity she had to develop a conscience, am I right? Wouldn't she have been the perfect little soldier?", Peter purred in a way that made my stomach turn. I was grateful when Allison grabbed my hand.

"I'll tell you something. I'm going to give you a chance to save them, both of them. Apologize. Say that you're sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years. Say it - And I'll let them live.", Peter tightened his grip on her throat, causing me to squeeze Allison's hand even harder. I knew two things: One, Kate wouldn't apologize. Two, Peter was going to kill us, no matter what.

"I'm sorry.", Kate choked out. Tears ran down my face as we locked eyes. The shock was evident in both of our glances as he snapped her neck. Allison gasped as blood sprinkled the wall next to them. My eyes wouldn't close not even as they started to burn. The only thing I could see was Kate, my aunt, a psychotic killer. She was dead. I barely noticed Peter talking and coming after us, I barely noticed Allison pulling me behind her so I would have a few more seconds to live and I barely noticed that the more people had entered the house. I did notice Scott stepping forward a few steps away from Allison, why Derek appeared on my side with a growl.

I heard Scott telling us to go but it wasn't until Allison pulled me after her that we exited the house. We dropped on our knees in sync, trying to wake up our dad. I gasped when Scott was thrown out of the window, followed by Peter in his Alpha form. I picked up the knife that I apparently had dropped a long time ago. It got stuck in Peter's lower back, causing Scott and Peter to look at us. I cursed under my breath as he threw Scott away once more, again, aiming at me. I hardly noticed Jackson and Stiles arriving, but I recognised the liquid in the bottle that Stiles threw at him. I reached to get Allison's bow, throwing it at her and thanking god she caught it, not only would we lose another chance to help, but also the moment would be ruined.

The self-igniting Molotov Cocktail exploded and set Peter's arm on fire. Jackson's bottle exploded immediately, and now his whole body was burning. I screamed as Scott kicked him, what if it put him in danger as well? Someone strongly pulled me back by my waist, Stiles, as I realised a few seconds later. We didn't greet each other while Peter was burning. It was hard to believe that it was over now. I slowly directed my gaze back at Allison, who slowly bent down to Scott, pulling him in for a kiss.

"Scallison for the win.", I whispered and let my head fall back against Stiles. It was over. We were safe now. I opened my eyes when I felt Stiles tense, seeing my dad glancing disapprovingly from Allison to me. He wasn't happy with the company we had gotten. But that wasn't why Stiles was worried, at least not right now. Derek approached the almost dead Hale that once was his uncle.

"Derek! What are you doing?", I yelled but Stiles pulled me tighter against him to shut me up. Scott made his way towards him with raised hands.

"Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek. If you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family - what am I supposed to do?"

I knew what was going to happen, that didn't mean I liked it. I hid my face in Stiles' chest as Derek reached out to slash Peter's throat. I got up when it was silent again. Derek breathed heavily before turning around.

"I'm the Alpha now.", he growled and flashed his red eyes.

So this chapter is trash. Literally. Jesus Christ someone teach me how to actually write.

Clara-Smith

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