Two Pack II: Teen Wolf Season Four

by lordtrayus

The Nogitsune is gone, Scott and Isaac are back together, and Stiles has gone back to normal. But, rather than deal with the grief of losing Allison, Scott's pack has to contend with Derek's imprisonment, former foes of the twins trying to settle scores, and taming Malia. But worst of all is a new enemy coming to town, bringing with them an old friend who could destroy them all...

14. Episode 3: Revenant Part 3

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf

Two-Pack II

Ethan frowned as he looked at the text Aiden had sent him. A kid committing suicide in the school, and Aiden and the others walking in on it, that was the last thing any of them needed. But the manner of it all, it just didn't make sense. He had overheard the kid in question happily telling his friends the other day that things were getting better at home, that things were finally starting to look up. That was what made this all the stranger, he professed to have no reason to want to kill himself, yet now the poor kid was dead. It just didn't sit well with him, not well at all.

Come to think of it, that wasn't the only thing not sitting well with him. It was like something you have in the back of your head, like a little niggling feeling, but whatever it was, it was small, barely noticeable, but it was there nonetheless, a general feeling of unease. He'd never felt anything quite like it, but whatever it was, he didn't like it, just this feeling that something, somewhere, somehow, was going to go wrong.

He sighed as he trailed through to the bathroom. The murders were bad enough in this town without suicides being added to them, especially by kids even younger than he and Aiden were. He tiredly rubbed his face and his quiffed hair as he leaned against the sink, looking thoroughly miserable. He knew his mood was bad before the news about the poor kid, and that was only really down to his own stupid fault anyway.

He should have told Danny the truth from the start. Danny hadn't said so much as good morning to him since he had found out about the high body count he and Aiden had racked up over the years, and he hated it. He missed Danny, and he wanted him back, but he had no idea of how he was going to go about convincing Danny of his good intentions. He didn't get it. Well he did. He knew that Scott was the exception rather than the rule, and while he had convinced most of the others to accept the twins, there was still the fact that the two of them were murderers. While the pack accepted it, that was because they knew and had more than earned the chance at forgiveness that Scott had given them, they had worked for it. Danny, having found out after the fact that the two of them had a rather high pile of bodies behind them, wasn't privy to what everyone else had been and now simply thought of Ethan as a monster.

He looked miserably into the mirror. He missed Danny, he knew he needed time, space, to wrap his head around all this, and he understood that. Danny wasn't like say Scott, who had simply become used to the bodies as a matter of course, or even Jackson, who had added to them unwillingly, no, he was kind, and sweet, and was much less likely to ever encourage killing someone to stop them. He wouldn't hurt anyone, and finding out that the person he loved was actually a killer had to have pulled the earth out from under him. But that didn't stop Ethan missing him. It was that Danny was like that that made him love him. He had made him feel human, made him want to change, but now the very thing that made him love Danny, that made Danny who he was, was the thing that was splitting them apart. Danny now knew he was a killer, and like any sane person he was freaked. In his position he would be too.

But what if Danny never accepted it? What if he decided he couldn't date a killer? All he knew was he couldn't bear the thought of losing Danny. If Danny was repulsed enough by the knowledge that he was a killer to dump him, to make him as miserable as Aiden was now, then where did they fit in? They were loyal to Scott to a fault, and would willingly die for him, but, while Scott was part of the reason, they had originally only come back to town for Lydia and Danny. True, it had gotten them a pack, friends who cared about them, but the people they loved were the largest allure and...they just made it all seem better when they were there with them, and now, it looked as if both twins wouldn't have either of the people they loved.

He shook his head and looked into the mirror, his thoughts still on Danny and what he would do if Danny said he couldn't be with him anymore, but realising his claws were growing in distress at that thought, he shook his head and splashed some water into his face, trying to use the cool water to calm himself down.

And then when he stood up, he saw only glowing golden eyes and blond hair before the curtain pole that the landlady had asked them to install smashed into the back of his head.

He was briefly aware of his body slouching down, his eyes rolling back in his head as he fell chin first into the sink, bouncing off it and then collapsing to the floor unconscious, water trickling down the neck of his hoody as he did so. His attacker sniffed in amusement, and then clawed hands took a hold under his arms and dragged him through to the living room, Ethan's limp body flopping about weakly as his attacker prepared for phase two of the plan.

XX

Lydia sat down on her bed, her head still thumping like it always did following one of her episodes, so to speak. She could do nothing to save that boy, and now he was dead, all because she was unable to control her powers. Malia was right, she needed to get a handle on them, and she needed a handle on them now, before she let anyone else die. She was fed up of finding the bodies, she wanted to find the people before it was too late, just for once.

But as she looked sadly around her room, she felt a growing sense of trepidation. That would mean one of two things, either she relied on this Martagh, who she was seriously unsure about, or she relied on Peter, who she couldn't stand. But either way, she needed to make a decision, because unless she learned to control her powers, people would keep dying, and all she would be able to do is watch from the sidelines as it happened. No, it was time to change how she did things.

And besides, she reflected sadly, it wasn't as if she didn't have any reason not to do it. She didn't have Aiden anymore, Allison was gone, and she was fed up of people she cared about, in fact she was just fed up of people in general getting hurt. Where did that leave her?

She got to her feet, wondering about which path she should choose when she heard Prada start barking. Frowning, she wondered what could be bothering her little dog. After all, it wasn't as if she was considering a life changing decision or anything, nothing like that. Rolling her eyes, and vowing to figure out what her next move was after she dealt with Prada, she headed down the stairs, wincing as powerful winds suddenly started battering the windows. She hesitated as she came down the stairs, Prada's barking getting louder as she did so. The wind and rain were battering her windows, but beyond the boundary of the garden, the sun was blazing, a wintery sun admittedly, but it was blazing. What the hell?

And why the hell was Prada barking so much?

"Prada!" she cried in exasperation as she came down the stairs to see her little dog cowering in the corner, glaring at the door and barking loudly.

"Prada?" Lydia asked uncertainly, seeing her poor little girl cowering in fear as the rain and wind battered the door.

She approached her dog worriedly, wondering how best to soothe her, when the little dog turned and growled at her menacingly, her sharp little teeth bared and a second too late she realised what was going on as the door blasted open.

As wind and rain battered into the house, Prada gave a frightened yelp and ran off into the storm that seemed to be attacking just the house, ignoring her owner's pleas for her to return, after all, there were dangerous creatures out there, and there were whists in town, she didn't want her dog becoming one of them. But right now she had other problems.

"Jennifer." Lydia ground out, glaring at the person who had strolled through the door.

As the wind blew into the house, Jennifer smiled, her dark predatory smile as she strolled towards the banshee she had tried her hardest to kill.

"Hello Lydia." Jennifer snarled, and with a gesture Lydia was blown over the room, slamming into the wall and dropping down in pain.

"You're meant to be dead!" Lydia spat at her, trying to get back to her feet, but the wind had been knocked from her, and she was having trouble focusing as the Darach strolled into her home.

After her final battle with Deucalion, Deaton and Morrell had tried to find her, only to have no luck. Cora and Derek had also headed out to look for her, following her trail so far before it had vanished entirely. While it had vanished near the nemeton, the fact that the smell has vanished completely had led them to conclude that the wounds Deucalion had inflicted on her had been enough to finish the bitch, and they had thought no more of it.

Yeah maybe they should start making sure all the big bads really were dead before they came back and bit them in the ass again.

But while it was Jennifer, and she was clearly in command of some of her powers, Lydia couldn't help but think there was something different with her, she was somehow diminished, not as powerful as she ought to be. Jennifer however didn't appear to be that encumbered as she crouched down beside her, grabbed Lydia's hair as she tried to get back to her feet, and slammed her head into the wall, making Lydia cry out in pain, stars flashing in front of her vision.

"You just had to ruin...everything didn't you? I was all ready, all prepared to wipe them all out like the monsters they are, and I would even have Derek helping me, but no, you had to open your screaming mouth, and let them know who I really was. You made me change my plans Lydia, and I can't help but feel, killing your boyfriend wasn't quite enough for you getting in the way of my revenge." Jennifer snarled, and despite the stars in her eyes, Lydia snorted in amusement.

"Um, Aiden's still alive. You might have killed their joined form but both twins are quite happily doing what the Alpha who beat you tells them to do." Lydia taunted and Jennifer's eyes flashed.

"What?" she demanded, and Lydia nodded.

"Yep, the twins are alive and work for Scott now. You know, considering you set out to destroy the entire Alpha pack, you only really killed one of them. What was it with you and Kali? Old girlfriend?" Lydia taunted and as Jennifer's eyes widened in fury, Lydia kicked her in the chest, knocking the Darach off her and scrambling to her feet, Jennifer hissing behind her, and with a wild gesture she sent another empty QVC box hurtling at Lydia, which she barely managed to duck and avoid.

Dashing up the stairs, Lydia slammed the doors shut as she passed them, hoping that the noise would at least distract Jennifer long enough for her to escape from her. This couldn't be happening, Jennifer was dead, but yet here she was, with at least some of her powers restored to her, chasing her through her own damned house.

"Lydia!" Jennifer called in a falsely sweet voice as Lydia leaned against the door, wondering why, out of the entire pack, she was the only one without any weapons or abilities that could actually help her when she was in the process of being attacked in her own damned house.

Lydia was breathing heavily. Jennifer was back, and if the freak weather bashing against the house was any indication, she was nearly as powerful as she had been before she had disappeared. But she still couldn't help but feel that there was something off with her, something she was missing, and she needed to know what, otherwise she really was dead.

There was no way that she could get help here in time, and besides, only Scott might have a chance against her if she was truly back.

Lydia ground her teeth into her bottom lip. She was so fed up of this, of creatures, of dead bodies, of being the one who was the damsel in distress endlessly. She was fed up of being the one who was getting kicked around. And now here she was again, at the mercy of someone who would have quite happily destroyed the entire pack, someone who was meant to be dead.

If she got out of this alive, all this was going to change.

The door blew open behind her, sending her crashing to the floor as Jennifer, now revealed in her true, scarred form as the Darach, entered, wind whipping around her as she advanced upon the banshee. Lydia snarled and dived for the floor, avoiding the blow as Jennifer sent her tv flying at her, smashing it into the wall. Lydia let out a panicked noise and looked for anything she could use as a weapon, though to no avail, and she barely had time to throw herself to the ground and dodge the small bookcase that was thrown at her by the increasingly irate Darach. As Lydia jumped out of the way with a scream of panic, the case smashed through the window, spraying a wailing Lydia with glass as the case fell out of sight, allowing the vicious Darach to advance upon her foe.

"You know, you sticking your nose in is where it all went wrong. Yeah Scott didn't help but it was you who lost me Derek, you who blabbed to everyone and got me figured out. I had it all worked out. And then, you, my little screamer, came along and ruined it all!" Jennifer stormed, gesturing and sending Lydia hurtling into her dresser with a smash, the Darach's misshapen face leering at her as she approached.

"Why, because I let them know you were the one going around killing innocent people?" she spat back, trying to get back to her feet, but she could feel small trickles of blood running down her back, glass impaled in her back from being blasted into her mirror.

Jennifer bent down, bringing her hideous face close to Lydia's, Lydia meeting her gaze unflinchingly despite how horrible her attacker looked.

"No, because you ruined my revenge! I spent years planning, lying in wait, getting stronger, getting ready to destroy Kali, Deucalion, every single one of them, and right when I was finally about to destroy them, you come along and ruin everything! A banshee, here in Beacon Hills. Well my little screamer, this time, this time it'll be different. See, by stopping me, Scott earned himself the promotion to the position of person I want dead most, and well, as Kali learned, and as you're about to, I always pay my debts." Jennifer vowed silkily, and Lydia let out a panicked noise as the Darach raised her hand, determined to finish Lydia.

This couldn't be happening. Jennifer was dead, and now she was somehow back, and now she wanted to kill Scott. Could she be the person behind the whist attacking Scott's grandmother, it would seem logical if she was, but she couldn't help but think that there was something that she was missing, that there was more to this somehow. But that didn't help her now.

"Oh god please help..." she begged, pinned by Jennifer's power as the Darach prepared to finish the one who she saw as the one who ruined her vengeance on the Alpha pack.

And then, with a vicious growl, the Darach turned away from Lydia, raising her hand warily at the window that was currently letting all the wind and rain possible in as a column of autumnal leaves blew through the window to the floor, materialising into Martagh, her staff in hand and her expression less than impressed as she beheld Jennifer.

"You should not be here abomination. Your time has ended." Martagh growled menacingly, and Jennifer glared at her, her hand raising, clearly preparing to fight.

"Well, I'll be damned, a Celtic warrior, here in Beacon Hills. A Scuffock, a Boudican warrior, here of all places. Come to save your apprentice?" Jennifer sneered, and Martagh shot Lydia an exasperated look.

"She is not my apprentice. But it doesn't matter, you shouldn't be here, you are a twisted abomination of yourself. You were a powerful being once Jennifer Hale, but your hatred and need for revenge twisted you into this foul creature before me. Now, go back to your rest." Martagh intoned, and Jennifer gave a shriek of mocking laughter.

"What do you mean, you want her to go back to sleep, how will that help?" Lydia demanded and Martagh let out a sigh of exasperation.

"No child. She is dead, she was killed, her presence here is an abomination. Someone, or something, conjured her, not realising the power of the thing they were creating. This is powerful dark energy, far beyond the abilities of any of your companions in the town. Whoever conjured her either has no idea of what this woman once was, or does know and does just not care. Either way, it is my duty to send her back into the abyss from which she crawled out of." Martagh spat angrily, and Jennifer snarled.

"No, I'm not going back! I don't care what brought me back, but I have a job to do, and I won't be sent back, and I won't be denied again! I returned, and I will destroy every last vestige of the Alpha pack, and if that means destroying all of Scott's pack as well, well then, that's just too bad. He let the demon wolf live! He's just as culpable, just as corrupt! I will wipe out every trace of the Alpha pack, and after what he did, saving the twins, sparing Deucalion, Scott can die with them!" Jennifer stormed, and Martagh merely raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed? An intriguing plan. It could work, if allowed. Sadly for you, I don't intend to allow you to accomplish your plans." Martagh said simply, and twirling her staff around her, she moved like a cheetah, crossing the room in a blur.

Jennifer gave a vicious snarl as Martagh sprang, landing catlike in front of her, her staff sweeping out and knocking her off her feet. Jennifer fell with a hiss, her hand gesturing wildly, sending Lydia's chair hurtling through the air towards her, but Martagh was already on the move, flipping away from the attack, allowing the chair to slam into the wall, sending the shards everywhere. With a gesture, Martagh swirled the various shards into the air with her staff, forming a wooden cyclone which she then directed at Jennifer. The Darach raised a hand, shattering the wood into dust as she did so, with a blast of energy coming from the end of Martagh's staff, bound right for the twisted druid. The Darach gave a lethal cry, leaping across the room and slamming her fist into Martagh's chin. Martagh allowed herself a snarl of annoyance as she twirled her staff around her, catching Jennifer in the head and then in the stomach, before she blew her out of the door with a gesture.

Jennifer slammed to the floor in the corridor, giving a furious scream that shattered all the windows in the room and in the hallway, and she directed them towards Martagh. Martagh span her staff around as a shield, blurring with energy, stopping the lethal shards of glass from getting through before sweeping her staff in a long arc, with the curtains ensnaring Jennifer. Jennifer grunted in frustration as the Scuffock advanced upon her, but Jennifer then backed up, slamming her foot into Martagh and knocking her to the floor, releasing herself from the curtains as she did so, trampling Martagh as she made her escape. Lydia emerged from her room to see Jennifer leap down the stairs, Martagh hot on her heels, a blast of pure white energy blasting a hole in the staircase as the missed the Darach. Leaping down a flight of stairs, Martagh sent several pure white blasts at Jennifer, the Darach turning with a furious snarl to meet the attacks head on, gesturing, knocking the blasts away from her, Lydia shrieking in fright and alarm as chairs, cupboards and tables blew apart in an explosion of white power. The final blast Jennifer caught in her hand before deflecting it back towards Martagh, angled so it would take out Lydia.

Martagh rolled her eyes in annoyance, flicking her hand outwards and Lydia toppled to the ground with a yelp of surprise as the white blast exploded right where her head had been. Martagh snarled in sheer annoyance, springing down the last few steps and slamming her staff into Jennifer's chin. Her staff was a blur, glowing with white energy as Lydia watched, transfixed, the power of her staff slamming into the Darach and with a final elegant twirl, Martagh spun around, stabbing her backwards facing staff upwards, and Jennifer, who had been snarling in fury, let out a croak of surprise as the staff punctured her chest, white energy emitting from the end protruding from her back. Jennifer looked at Martagh in shock, but the Scuffock simply sniffed, removed her staff and flipped it around, before a final orb of energy blasted into Jennifer, and with a scream, Jennifer's body erupted into tiny little fragments, the used decayed skeleton toppling to the floor like kindling.

Lydia peeked meekly above the shattered remnants of her banister, gulping as she saw the mess that the duel had made of her home. Martagh grunted in annoyance as she observed the skeleton that had once been Jennifer, and with a tap of her staff, the bones vanished.

"Are you alright?" Martagh asked, surveying the damage sheepishly, and started waving her staff haphazardly, things zooming back together as she did it.

"Yes, I'm fine, thank you." Lydia managed as her house continued to erratically put itself back together.

"You very nearly weren't. If you do not learn how to use your abilities, to learn to defend yourself, what on earth do you plan to do with yourself? That's the second time I've had to save you now because you are unable to help yourself. I am not your bodyguard, I am your teacher, but only if you wish me to be. Don't expect me to keep wasting my time here waiting for you to decide what you're going to do with yourself! There are dangerous forces at work here, and your dallying is only endangering you and yours." She snapped as the repairs finished, and Lydia longed to throw a diatribe back at her, after all, she had just been attacked by a dead woman, and her powers had been caused by a psychotic werewolf, and yes she did want to learn more about them, learn to use them so she didn't have to watch anyone else die, but how on earth was she to trust this woman?

Debating that with herself, she instead asked a question with more immediate ramifications, making the Scuffock scowl as she did it.

"What was she?" she asked, despite the scowl, Martagh did look as though she thought it was a good question.

"As I'm sure you know, she was once a Darach, as to what she was now, I have no idea. However it's fairly clear that whoever dragged her from the ground had no idea of her power. I must investigate. Consider what I said child, and bear it in mind, because I will not save you again." She warned, and with a swirl of autumnal leaves she was gone, leaving Lydia alone with her very confused thoughts.

XX

"So you're lacrosse captain?" Dexio asked as Scott helped him lift a rather large Great Dane by the name of Charles into an overnight cage, and Scott nodded.

"Yep, and Isaac is swim captain too." He replied proudly, and Dexio smiled, his eyes passing over Scott as he tucked Charles under a cover.

"Cool. I might check it out while I'm here." He said, and Scott looked at him in renewed interest.

"What, did you used to play lacrosse?" he asked hopefully, and Dexio nodded.

"Sure did, I hate soccer but the lacrosse team at my uni was good and I played as an attacker for two years. I actually kind of miss it." He told the younger boy and with that the two of them started chatting in earnest as they came back into the examination room, Deaton watching, a shrewd expression on his face.

As expected, the two made a good team, which from a human professional level was good, it meant after Dexio was a bit more settled in, he would be able to leave the two of them on their own and have a few days off. While that thought was rather blissful in and of itself, the fact that Scott, arguably the most powerful creature now in Beacon Hills, hadn't picked up that Dexio was of the supernatural also meant to Deaton that he had done the right thing. After all, one could never be too careful, and having Dexio here would be rather useful should things go badly. And h couldn't deny that with his father being a dick and the closest thing he had to a brother being Derek, well, Dexio could be a good presence in his life. And if Dexio thought he hadn't noticed the appreciative look he had given Scott when he had first arrived then he was sorely mistaken.

But even if he did like Scott, he was staying well out of it, he'd learned that lesson the hard way.

"Scott? I have that information you asked for." Deaton said, though he sent Scott a hard look for how he'd treated him the previous night, he passed him the information he had gathered on whists and the Pombero, but other than smiling in thanks he didn't seem to notice the look he was giving his young protégé, to Deaton's slight annoyance.

But that was after all nothing to bother about, after all, while he was very fond of Scott, there was no denying that he was rather oblivious.

"Have you got any idea of what's causing it?" Scott asked, ignoring the fact that Dexio was looking at them both curiously, and he shook his head.

"None I'm afraid. There's just no way of telling who or what is behind this, not without further information." He explained, and Dexio was about to ask Scott something when the young Alpha suddenly froze, stopping as if he heard something that the other two hadn't heard.

Deaton looked at him curiously, wondering just what it was he had heard. The last time he had done that he had figured out that a cat had just gone into labour and had kittens appearing left right and centre, which had saved them a whole lot of trouble. But then, he was the Alpha, and he was deeply linked with many, if not all of his pack, so perhaps it was a pack thing that he was picking up on.

But as Scott's expression quickly changed to one of alarm, his eyes glowing red, he was left in no uncertain terms as to what he had heard.

One of his pack was in trouble.

"Isaac..." he whispered in alarm before tearing out of the room, leaving Dexio looking at Deaton curiously as they heard Scott blast out of the vets.

"Um, is he allowed to do that? Where's he going?" he asked, shocked by Scott's abrupt departure, and Deaton frowned, Scott had looked terrified, and granted, if it was Isaac who was in danger, then Scott's reaction would always be to act first and think later.

"Home." Deaton explained, and Dexio bit his lip, looking worried, and Deaton patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry he's very dedicated. Scott is a good lad, and his heart is always in the right place. He...you'll learn that this town is very odd, and has people with interesting qualities in it. Scott is one of them. Believe me, he wouldn't have left quite so abruptly unless he really had to." He assured him, but Dexio still looked less than convinced.

"But how does he know he has to go somewhere?" he asked in confusion and Deaton smacked his lips as he considered his answer.

"You know how some people can tell when a loved one is in danger even when they're nowhere near them? Scott is like that with many people, and when he loves someone, he loves them totally. It wouldn't surprise me if he could feel something bad happen to Isaac even if they were at opposite ends of the planet. Trust me Dexio, Scott has a very good reason for leaving. You don't need to worry about him." He assured him, and Dexio looked at him curiously.

"He really loves this Isaac doesn't he?" he asked, and Deaton smiled.

"Yes he does." He assured him, noticing the slight disappointment on Dexio's face as he nodded.

XX

Stiles shuddered in pain as he tried to pull the arrow from his gut, the pain crippling him. He wasn't like the others, even though he had leftover Nogitsune of some sort left in him, if the thing causing the wound was still in him, he didn't heal nearly so fast. And as he now had an arrow in his shoulder and his gut, both of which were severely hampering the latent healing ability that he had, he was really wishing he had some idea of just what his leftover healing powers could do because damn this hurt.

After twisting the arrow in his gut some more, Allison had dragged him into the house, and he was now propped up against the kitchen door, a streak of blood having been left on the floor as she had pulled him in. She was standing above him, and it was all he could do to try and avoid looking at her, it was his nightmare, it had become real, she had come after him for getting her killed. He didn't want to know how, or why, all he knew was that she was here, and she was back for revenge. He whimpered a little as he tried to pull the arrow out, but the pain was too great, making him give out a low groan as she prowled before him, her brown eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Hurts doesn't it? See, compared to what you did to me, that's nothing. Have you ever been run through by a demonic sword? Felt the cold metal burn your insides while the thing that you know just murdered you looks at you with those foul, glowing yellow eyes that make it quite clear it doesn't give a shit that you're about to die? Have you felt the blood gush out of you, knowing you're about to die? Do you know what it feels like, leaving the only person in your family alone in the world? Dying for someone you love who doesn't even love you back? I thought of any of them, that's the thing you would get the most considering your pathetic stalking of Lydia. And do you know what it felt like while I bled to death in Scott's arms, being held by the first person I ever loved, knowing that he was the last person I was ever going to see!" Allison screeched, Stiles screaming as she twisted the arrow into his gut still further, blood gushing down onto his legs and onto the floor, his head reeling back in pain as the huntress stood above him, breathing angrily.

"Allison, I'm sorry..." Stiles sobbed and she glared down at him, bristling at his shaking voice.

"Oh, you're sorry? Well that makes everything better! I died Stiles! I died because of you, because you were a monster! And I was one of the ones stupid enough to try to save you, and how do I get repaid? One of your demon minions makes a hole in my body! Did you go to my funeral Stiles? Did you say anything? Or did you just sit there, thankful that you were alive and I was dead?" she spat venomously, and Stiles shook his head frantically.

"No, Allison, please! I swear, I never wanted you to get hurt, I would have happily died if it meant you were alive! I didn't want you to die, I never wanted that!" Stiles cried as she twisted the arrow a little bit more, making him scream in pain, his eyes rolling as he tried to stay conscious.

Although, a small part of his mind mused darkly, he had done this to Scott, so once again, it was only karma that it was happening to him. He needed to get the arrows out of him, then his leftover healing ability could kick in and he could try and get out of this. But, as he looked up into the tortured eyes of Allison, her brown eyes burning with fear, pain, anger, despair, he asked himself, did he really deserve to survive? After all, she was right, he had been a monster. He had killed dozens of people, possessed or not, Aiden and Isaac had nearly been among that number and the young woman before him was the victim who had had the most significant impact on the entire pack. One of their own, someone they all loved, dead, no more, simply because of him. Why should he live while she was dead?

Allison glared down at him, wiggling the arrow in his shoulder simply for a change of pace, watching in malicious pleasure as he gritted his teeth against the pain, enjoying hearing him groan as he tried to keep from crying out.

"You might not have wanted it, but it happened anyway. You were so keen to save Lydia, the girl you secretly want even now you've got a girl of your own, that I was just collateral damage." She spat, and Stiles shook his head.

"No, Allison, please, it's not like that, you wanted to save her too!" he reminded her, and she glowered at him, a cold smile on her face.

"You know, hindsight's a wonderful thing. All we would have had to do to save Lydia is kill you, but Scott convinced us not to. You remember when you were all for killing Jackson? Jackson killed a hell of a lot less people than you did but you, you sanctimonious shit, you were all keen to put him down, telling Scott that death was the only way to go. Would you have said the same thing about you I wonder? You know Stiles, you're really quite unpleasant at times, and I'm not even counting everything you did, killing so many innocents, nearly killing Isaac, and oh, killing me. Like the entire thing with Lydia, borderline stalker, and then being all jealous and butt hurt because Scott made out with her. Same goes for Scott and Isaac, do you really resent him that much? Scott's still your best friend even if he is in love with Isaac. But no, you can't stand any rival, was that why you went after him, hoping to drive him from Scott? You're twisted, malevolent and foul, and always were, and your life is somehow worth more than mine? I died to save your life? How is that fair?" she shrieked and Stiles screamed in desperation, pulling at his hair in despair, hating what she was saying, and not wanting to admit there was more truth in her words than she was willing to admit.

"I'm sorry, please..." h begged, tears falling down his face before he let out another cry as she stabbed the arrow further into his stomach, making him cry, his bloodied legs trying to kick but with the blood loss and how weak he was, it wasn't going to do him any good.

"You know, I considered hunting down Malia and killing her, so you can feel something like what Scott felt after your demonic friends ran me through, but I figured she had enough of her own problems. So here we are Stiles. The murderer and the murdered. And my question is, why should you live? We both know there's stuff you're not telling the others/ We both know you're still a monster Shtiles. That's how your friend the Nogitsune said it isn't it? Shtiles? So, how can I let a monster live when we don't know how much monster is left over?" she asked darkly, pushing the arrow further into his stomach, Stiles grunting in pain as she did it.

Stiles shuddered in pain, begging the pain to end. She was right, he was horrible, he was foul, he was a monster, and he didn't deserve to live. He should have been the one who died, he should have been the one they buried, it was what he deserved after he had killed so many, he should be the one tormenting the living, however the hell that was happening, whatever the hell Allison now was. He found he didn't care, he just wanted it to end, the pain, the nightmares, the memories of everything he had done. He wanted her to finish him, and he was about to beg her to do it, to force the arrow all the way through when she grabbed both arrows, clearly about to grant his wish.

"How do I know the monster is really gone?" Allison snarled, and to Stiles surprise, something changed within him, and she let out a yelp of shock as he suddenly seized her wrists with enough force to squeeze the bones together.

"Yeah, how do you?" he purred darkly, and her eyes widened in surprise as he bent her arms away from her, making her cry out in pain and with a savage, animal growl, he pushed her away from him, sending her crashing to the floor, her eyes widening in alarm as, despite the pain he was in, he struggled to get to his feet, blood still gushing from both wounds.

However, despite this sudden burst of strength, he wasn't strong enough to get to his feet and he groaned weakly as he slid back down to the floor, leaving a trail of blood down the door, but taking advantage of Allison's temporary incapacitation, he ripped both arrows out of him, yelling in pain as he did so before throwing the arrows clattering to the floor, glaring weakly up at Allison as he did so, her bow now aiming an arrow directly at her head.

"It's the only way Stiles." She said as Stiles shook, waiting for her to end it, but to his surprise, relief, and, ashamed though he was to admit it, slight resentment, a gun clicked behind Allison's head which made her pause before she fired the arrow.

"Put the bow down Allison." The sheriff warned darkly, his hand quite steady despite the formerly dead friend of his son being alive and well and about to shoot an arrow into him.

"I have to do this, he's my friend, but he's a monster. Scott shouldn't have saved him, not when he let me die for him." Allison bit out angrily, but John shook his head sadly.

"He's not a monster Allison, he's my son, and your friend. You don't want to do this." He told her, and she hissed.

"He's the reason I'm dead, he got me killed, why the hell shouldn't I want to do it?" she demanded, and the sheriff looked at her simply.

"Because unlike your mother, your aunt and your grandfather, you were one of the few decent human beings that your family churned out, and you won't kill unless you have to. The Nogitsune is gone Allison, it's finished, your dad and Isaac destroyed it. It's over." He intoned and she shook her head defiantly.

"No it isn't, part of it is still in him, and if you can't see that..." she began, readying her bow once again, but John moved, swiping at her with the butt of his gun.

The huntress danced out of the way, hissing in annoyance, taking the arrow from her bow and plunging it into John's shoulder, making him yell in pain while Stiles struggled to get to his feet to help his father, shouting at her furiously.

Seeing that she had lost control of the situation, Allison kicked out, lashing Stiles in the chin and sending him crashing through to the kitchen while she turned, shouldering her way past the sheriff who opened fire, bullets barely missing her as she vanished out of the house and disappeared from sight.

John swore under his breath, and looked to see Stiles sitting up, wincing a little as he held his stomach.

"Stiles, leave it, let me see." He chided, hurrying over to his son who groaned a little as his father dabbed at the blood.

"Dad, what are you doing home so early?" he wheezed, rubbing his shoulder tenderly and he looked at his son as he fussed over him.

"Well, this morning we got a call to the graveyard, and we found a load of bodies had been dug up. When we got the list, I figured something might be coming after the pack, but I figured you were safe at school, at least until I heard about the suicide, so I came home to check on you. When I saw that Allison was one of the bodies that had been dug up, I got worried that you might be her target." He explained, and Stiles looked at him in alarm.

"If you thought we might be in danger, why the hell didn't Parrish say anything at the school?" he demanded angrily, and John sent him a chiding look as he forced him back against the door.

"Like I said, we thought you were safe at school, and the suicide probably drove it from his mind. And we've had a busy day, there's been about five suicides in the town all day, so we never had time to get word to you all. If we knew you actually would be attacked we'd have let you know straight away, but how the hell were we meant to guess that you would be attacked by the ones that were dug up?" John asked, still feeling ashamed, and Stiles sighed, his father was right, how would they, would anyone, have guessed, that the bodies that had been dug up would actually attack them?

"Ok, never mind that right now, we need to warn the others, I can make an educated guess at who else has come back to haunt us, we need to tell the others." Stiles said, about to rise, but John pushed his son back down, giving him an annoyed look.

"Stiles, she shot you with arrows, now I don't know much about what the hell is going on, or how the hell Allison came back, but I do know you need...a...hospital." he trailed off as he inspected his son's wounds.

"What?" Stiles asked, quite nervous as to what his father had seen, and how much had he seen before, had he seen him threatening Allison? What had that been, was she right, was there leftover Nogitsune still in him?

"There's hardly a wound at all." His father said in blunt shock, looking unflatteringly at his son's stomach, hardly daring to believe it.

Stiles looked down, filled with trepidation, and saw, to his shock and slight dismay, that his father was right. With the arrows gone, the leftover Nogitsune healing power had kicked in and the wound had now largely healed, just as it had on his shoulder.

"That's, that's not possible." John said in shock, and Stiles looked to his father, his mind racing.

He hadn't wanted anyone else to know about his leftover Nogitsune, let alone his father. The people he had had to tell so far were bad enough, there were too many. And now his father knew, unless he did something very quickly.

"Mustn't have been that bad then." Stiles said, shrugging, and John looked at him suspiciously, not believing a word of it.

"Stiles, there's blood everywhere. You were seriously wounded, she had attacked you with arrows, you had arrows sticking inside of you, and now suddenly you don't have a wound at all and you expect me to thing that's alright? No, there's something not right here, so what the hell happened?" John demanded of his son, and Stiles simply shrugged.

"Can't tell you dad, maybe there was just a lot of blood but it wasn't that deep. Come on, we need to warn the others, and wouldn't hurt to get Melissa to see to you either." Stiles said, getting to his feet, his dad looking at him suspiciously, and Stiles felt his eyes on him as he vanished upstairs to change, wanting nothing more than to put off the conversation his dad now wanted to have.

Shutting the door, he leaned against it, closing his eyes. Allison was back, one of his victims, the one whose death had hit the pack the hardest, was back. He had no idea how she was back, but she was, and she was here to kill him. And the worst part of it was, she thought he was a monster, and now, hearing it from her mouth just made it all the more real. He should be the one who was dead, he was a monster, regardless of the Nogitsune being gone. It was his fault that she and so many others were dead, and now she was back to put him down like Scott should have done from the off, but he was too kind to do so.

He had been so close, so close to letting go of all of it, to moving on, to atoning for everything he had done but his dad had stopped Allison before she had put him down like the monster he was. He knew he shouldn't feel this way, but he couldn't help it, because deep down, he knew that while the Nogitsune was gone from the world and he wasn't possessed anymore, there was still something of it that remained. The Nogitsune, gone though it might be, was still in him. They weren't just leftovers, they weren't perks. He had been trying to deny it, but deep down, he was still the exact same monster as that thing had made him. It was still in him, like a cancer, and one that he couldn't fight, and one that was threatening to consume him.

He pulled at his hair in despair. The Nogitsune was still inside him, it's power, it's malevolence, he still had it in him, how much did it still control him, how much was he in it's power? How long would it be before he hurt Scott again? Malia? One of the others? The Nogitsune had made him do things he had never thought he would do, made him turn on his friends, made him hurt, made him kill. And it was still inside him, and he had to do something with it before he lost control, before it killed Scott and Malia and everyone else he cared about.

Allison was right, the monster was still inside him.

But he wouldn't let it win, he wouldn't lose his battle this time. He wouldn't let it hurt the people he cared about.

Even if he had to get Allison to help him stop himself.

XX

Aiden frowned as he considered what he had left Garrett with. For a start, it hadn't felt right, leaving him at the orphanage. He knew that was where the kid lived, but it was quite obvious that Garrett didn't like the fact that he lived there, and leaving him there after they had found that boy, well that didn't sit well with him either. His mind abuzz with what had occurred at the school, and Garrett's situation, he entered into the apartment building, for once ignoring the fact that soon he and Ethan were going to be homeless.

He knew Scott would help however he could, but that didn't help them much, Scott had his own problems, and Isaac already lived with him, they couldn't rely on him to help them that much. Melissa was a help, meeting with them every week to try and figure out what they were going to do, and had half heartedly suggested selling their bikes, but seeing as that suggestion had gone down like a lead balloon they had decided not to go through with that course of action.

As he got into the apartment, his mind was mulling over everything that had happened recently. Lydia breaking up with him abruptly, the Pombero that had arrived in town, the attack of the whist, the suicide, and their imminent homelessness, along with poor Garrett being trapped in the orphanage where he clearly wasn't happy, all of them were playing on his mind as the lift dinged. He sighed in annoyance, this caring about other people thing was nice and all, and he loved being part of the pack, but caring about other people, it was exhausting. Damn stupid Alpha being so nice and sweet and cool with everyone.

He entered the flat, but something immediately caught his nose as he did so. Usually, it had been the smell of sex coming from Ethan's room, but no, this was different, besides, Ethan and Danny were apart at the moment, so it couldn't be that. Despite his best efforts to the contrary, when Ethan fell for someone, he generally stayed with that one person, no matter how lousy he felt.

Aiden let out a low growl as he threw down his backpack and helmet, the hairs on his arms copying what his spiked up hair was doing and standing on end. There was something not right in here, and he didn't like it one bit. Taking a sniff, he could pick up on his brother's scent in the living room, but there was another scent, a sort of cloying scent that threatened to override the smell of his brother. Aiden growled, his eyes glowing blue as his claws grew, something was clearly not right here, that scent, it smelled of death, but there was something vaguely familiar mixed in with the smell, something that he couldn't quite place and it was bugging him immensely.

But the lack of any noise, of any sign of recognition from Ethan, that was what was really troubling him. Usually when he entered, his brother would, unless he was otherwise engaged with Danny, stick his head around the door at the very least to check it was Aiden, and then scrutinise his chest for any signs that his wound was bothering him. But today, nothing, and that, more than anything else, confirmed it for Aiden.

There was someone, or something, more in the flat than his twin, and that meant that his baby brother was in danger, so whoever or whatever it was, was about to learn the hard way that you did not mess with werewolf twins.

He edged further into the apartment, the scent really annoying him as he couldn't quite place it, and as the scent got stronger, he entered the living room, his eyes bulging in fury as he saw his brother.

Ethan was tied to a chair, a gag in his mouth to stop him from alerting his twin, his hands and legs tied behind him so he couldn't even use his claws, and by the looks of it, there was a little bit of blood on his orange hoody, which made Aiden snarl furiously, someone had attacked and hurt his brother, and pacifist Alpha or not, he was going to make them pay for doing that to his baby brother. Ever since their first pack had been ripped apart by that foul woman, he had always sworn to protect Ethan, and now someone had hurt him, and he vowed that whoever it was would learn the hard way that you did not hurt his little brother.

Ethan looked up at him in relief, practically screaming at his twin to help him, however as he moved towards Ethan, Ethan's eyes bulged and he looked in alarm at Aiden, which his twin took as a signal that he was in danger. Wasting no time, Aiden dived to the floor, just as the curtain pole that had been used on Ethan swung around to where his head had been a second before. Growling in annoyance at nearly being ambushed, Aiden twirled around and flipped back to his feet, although he hesitated when he saw who had just attacked him and was clearly responsible for the attack on his brother.

"What's the matter Aiden, don't like it when your victims fight back?" Erica snarled, her claws growing as she reading the curtain pole to attack again.

"Erica, seriously?" Aiden demanded as Erica gave a furious roar, her eyes glowing gold as she pounced at the other wolf, but Aiden was already on the move, moving to take the pole from her hand, his claws digging into her hand and making her give a screech of pain, sending the pole clattering to the floor.

Unbothered, Erica sprang at him, her claws going right of his jugular, but as he had learned when they had first helped Deucalion catch her, she was no great shakes at fighting, Boyd had been a pain in the ass to put down, but she had fallen without much trouble. Snarling in frustration, he caught her attack as she tried to rip his neck open, seizing her arm sand twisting around before slamming her to the ground. Erica snarled, but before he could end her, she lashed out, her claws ripping into his jeans and his shins, making him give out a cry of pain that dropped him to the floor, allowing her to regain the initiative, clambering to her feet and springing onto him, her claws puncturing deep into his chest. Aiden roared as she ripped her claws down his chest, blood blossoming all over his tshirt, and he could hear Ethan making panicked noises behind his gag, wanting to help his brother, struggling to get free, but to no avail. Giving an insidious snarl, Aiden slashed up at Erica's face, making her cry out in pain as blood splattered him, forcing the other wolf from him, allowing him to get back to his feet.

"Alright, I don't know how you're back, since Kali always made sure her kills were really dead...well, the Darach aside. But either way," he promised darkly, "I'll be thrilled to send you back to whatever hole you crawled out of!"

"You can try!" Erica goaded, her blond hair a flash of light as she went right for his stomach, her claws ripping into his gut, but he had the advantage, bending backwards to lessen the blow as he plunged his claws deep down into her back.

Erica gave a scream before sinking her fangs into Aiden's ankle, Aiden roaring in fury as she did so, allowing the other wolf to get back to her feet, but rather than go for another attack on Aiden, she made a beeline right for a captive and struggling Ethan, her claws going right for his jugular. Seeing this, Aiden gave an intense roar, clearing the room in a massive bound, slamming down onto her with all his might, sending the attacking beta tumbling away just before her claws slit his brother's neck. Growling like an animal, Erica rolled onto all fours, gnashing her teeth as Aiden moved towards her, his claws coming down to rip her head off, he didn't care who she used to be, she was dead, and besides, she had never been part of Scott's pack, so he didn't owe her anything. Erica rolled out of the way of his attack, her legs kicking him in the back of the knee, dropping him to one knee, allowing her to plunge her claws into his side, but it was a mistake she regretted as he lashed out, ripping her arm to shreds with a slash of his own, making her reel back in pain before kicking out with her legs, knocking him onto his back, giving her the opportunity she needed, her razor claws going right for Ethan, who was still struggling to free himself.

Roaring in challenge, Aiden pounced on her, tackling her in the legs, but he was a millisecond too late, her claws ripping down into Ethan's neck, spraying Aiden with his twins blood. As Ethan gave a smothered cry of pain and Erica crashed to the ground, Aiden pulled himself to his feet determined to end her before she hurt his brother again.

Running to the wall and springing off it, he slammed down onto her, his claws ripping to her shoulders, the female beta giving a snarl of pain as he did so. Bringing her leg up she kicked him in the stomach, but twisting with the attack, Aiden grabbed her by the leg and furiously threw her over the room, getting her away from Ethan. Crashing through the table they kept their homework stuff on, Erica gave a vicious snarl of annoyance, flipping back to her feet before realising that Aiden was on her again, his claws ripping a scar into her face and sending some of her golden hair to the floor. Lashing out she caught him in the mouth, but vicious to the end, Aiden sunk his teeth into her fist as she punched him, making his opponent howl in fury as he bit as far and as hard as he could. Savaging her hand, Aiden propelled himself into her stomach, flipping her up and over his shoulder, crashing her to the ground with a thud, and roaring in challenge he turned, stabbing his claws into her stomach. Howling, Erica reached up and grabbed Aiden's face, wrenching his head as if to try and break his neck, her claws sticking into his face as she did so, but letting out a slight growl of annoyance, he let himself move with the flow, his body dropping onto her, claws sticking into her leg. Flipping to his feet he barely managed to avoid a swipe from her as she backed away from him, ready for the next round.

Aiden gave another roar of challenge, making a beeline right for her, but she dodged out of the way, her claws moving to stab him in the back, but using his momentum, he ran up the wall, flipping himself over and landing catlike behind her, his claws cutting into the backs of her legs, making her squeal in surprise. As she staggered, he swept his claws up, ripping her back and her clothes to shreds as he battled her away from his brother, and as she staggered around to face him, his claws ripped across her face, making her scream in pain. Sensing her weakness, he was on her like a rash, his claws ripping every little part of her he could reach, before giving her a backhand to the face with one hand, puncturing her side with the other set of claws, and then doing the process in reverse, Erica howling and roaring in pain as he did it. Determined to end it, he sprang onto her, his feet crashing into her chest, while he swiped upwards with his claws, knocking her backwards towards the window. Erica gave a feeble few swipes, but Aiden easily dodged them before plunging his claws into her stomach, and with a last vicious roar, he heaved her into the air with all his might and threw her screaming body from the window.

Watching as she fell with satisfaction, he watched her crash into the ground, the sidewalk cracking with the impact of the fall, and he snarled in annoyance, confident that even a werewolf couldn't survive that. But then, to his great surprise, she glared up at him, her golden eyes burning and with a mocking wave, she ran off, leaving the shattered sidewalk behind her.

"What the hell..." he complained, that was impossible, even a werewolf couldn't fall twelve stories and just get up and walk away.

Figuring he had other things to worry about, he decided he would deal with her later and rushed to Ethan's side, panic gripping him, but as his brother glared at him in annoyance, he figured that despite the wound he had suffered, he was mostly fine. Undoing the cable that she had wrapped around his arms and legs, his brother swayed a little as he got to his feet, Aiden catching him before he fell, and Ethan cast aside his gag and glowered at Aiden.

"Took you long enough." He complained without heat, and Aiden allowed himself a grin before he hugged Ethan to him, just relieved he was alive.

"You ok?" he asked, peeling back Ethan's stained hoody to see that her claws had cut deep into his shoulder, just below the neck, but had missed anything too serious, which made him let out a silent sigh in relief, nuzzling his twin a little as he did so.

"Yeah, my head hurts more than that, damn that curtain pole is heavy." He complained, and Aiden grinned, peering at Ethan's head, wincing as he saw the bloody, bruised lump there.

"So I see. That was Erica right?" he asked darkly, and Ethan nodded, turning to face his twin.

"Yeah, it was. But how? Kali killed her, and even though we said we would never talk about this, in case Isaac overheard and killed us, we hauled her corpse into that storage room, she was dead, she didn't walk out of there, Derek carried her out! She's dead, so how the hell is she walking around, knocking me out with a curtain pole?" he demanded angrily, and Aiden beckoned him over to the window, showing him the destroyed sidewalk, which now had the landlady of the building looking at it curiously.

"And more to the point, how the hell did she get up and walk away after being thrown out of a window twelve stories up?" he asked grimly, and Ethan looked at him in shock, his face clouded as he gingerly rubbed the back of his head.

"A werewolf couldn't have survived that, after all, we kind of dropped one off a building a few floors smaller than this one and they didn't survive either." He recounted, and Aiden shot him a vexed look.

"Actually, you dropped him, you're the one who decided we had an itch. But that doesn't matter, a werewolf couldn't have survived a fall like that, especially a normal beta, I doubt Scott could survive that, Derek fell two floors when we fought them in the mall, and it nearly finished him and Ennis. She's not a werewolf." He told his twin darkly.

"So what the hell are we dealing with now?" Ethan asked worriedly, and Aiden shot a suspicious look at the shattered sidewalk as the old landlady waved cheerily up at them, before realising they were waving to her out of a shattered window, which only made her roll her eyes.

"Good question baby brother. Good question." He replied darkly as the landlady headed indoors, and Ethan sighed, figuring that question could wait until they dealt with their more immediate crisis: how the hell they were going to explain all this to their dear old landlady.

Is that the last of them, or are there more dead still out there? Apologies for the lateness, but Lydia and Jennifer took me a while, I just couldnt get them right.

So, the question is, what are these things? As Jennifer and Erica showed, they clearly still have their powers, and whoever conjured them (three guesses who) clearly doesnt care what powers they retain, just that they do what they wanted. But just what is the point in all this? Why bring them all back at all?

Does anyone know if Prada is a boy or a girl doggy? Considering the name, I reckon its a girl, but I'm sure Lydia said he was a boy once (bet he gets laughed at by the other doggies if he is a boy)

But the main question is of course, to do with Stiles. Has the nogitusne truly gone? Are they just leftovers, or has something truly dark and evil remained as part of Stiles? And does he really want to die? What is going on in the boy's head, that is the question?

Anyway, until next time which hopefully wont be as long, in which shall feature badass pissed off McCalls, shirtless Jackson and other events, you know what to do, please favourite, follow and review, and let me know your thoughts on whats going on with these things that have been conjured and have been causing havoc for the pack!