Chapter 9

"Jennifer. Wha-… what did you do?" Derek asked in aw. Shock was plastered on both Scott and Ethan's faces. Who the heck is Jennifer and why is this such a shock? Is she some witch or just some weird person?

"Derek, aren't you happy? We can finally be together. Don't you see with the blood of you, Scott, and Ethan in me I am a werewolf, not only a werewolf, but a strong one. I can finally finish what I started." She explained. Is this Derek's ex-girlfriend? Maybe he isn't so heartless after all.

"Finish what? Killing innocents and scaring people away because you're great at that." Ethan told her. He seemed both mad and scared. He wanted to be in control of this situation, but right now he was not even close. Jennifer waved Derek over to her. He hesitated, but then went to her.

"How am I supposed to just trust you again? After everything you've done I can't just forget it all." Derek questioned.

"Derek, don't give me that. You were practically the same thing. I didn't want to kill those people, but I had to in order to challenge Deucalion. Now with you and those two coursing through me I might finally be able to defeat him… also it wouldn't hurt if not only you are in me, but beside me in my fight against him." She both explained and pleaded to Derek.

"We already chased him off again. He's gone now Jennifer. You don't have to worry about him anymore." Derek told her.

"Wait, you faced him again already? Don't you see that he is just going to keep coming back? It's time to put an end to his killing. I'm not going to stop until I know that no more people are going to get hurt." She told him. This irked me. Apparently she killed a ton of innocents, but she isn't all right when other people do that.

"Um wait, you can kill a bunch of innocents, but others can't? Isn't that a bit hypocritical?" I asked. I was sort of regretting saying anything now. She looked at me with that evil eye and walked over to me. Derek followed.

"Who are you again?" she asked.

"Lyle." I answered.

"Well, Lyle, you're right about that being hypocritical, but I promise you that I am willing to spill more blood. I suggest that it would be in your best interest to not be that person." She told me.

"Yeah sure, this isn't my first rodeo, unfortunately, I have been close to death more then a handful of times so you can cool it with the death threats." I told her. I really need to put my mouth on a leash.

"Well then how about I stop telling and start doing." She told me. She grabbed the back of my head and threw me down on the ground out of Allen's hands.

"Stop!" Scott yelled. Jennifer looked up at Scott. I went to get up, but then Jennifer put her foot on my stomach. Demoted to dirt? That is not alright with me.

"Scott, what is it? Is this your friend? I could really use the practice though." She told him.

"Practice? I don't think so." I told her. She looked back at me.

"Oh, you wanna bet?" she asked.

"Yes I do," I told her. She gave me a grin and then sprouted claws. She went after me and I unleashed on her. I let out a scream so loud, so big that it ripped through the air and made her fall to the ground, along with Derek who was behind her. A few of the other werewolves covered their ears as well. I finished up my scream after a good half a minute at least, "I don't hit girls, but I do scream at them.". I turned to Scott who took his hands off of his ears and waved me over to him. I walked over. Everyone was leaving now.

"I'll give you a ride home okay?" he told me.

"Thanks." I told him. We started to walk away when I grabbed my head. Suddenly, I was real dizzy and I could see two Scotts. I stopped and got on one knee. Scott came to my side.

"Are you alright?" he asked me.

"I don't know. I guess that scream took more out of me then just sound waves. I think it might just be a headache, but I've never had this much pain." I started to groan. The pounding was getting harder. It's like my skull was too small for my brain and that my brain needed more room.

"I'm taking you to the hospital." He told me.

"Wait, call Lydia." I told him.

"Why?" he asked as he put my arm over his head and dragged me to his car.

"Because… cause whenever she's around… around me everything goes away like last time whe… when I was in the hospital and she was there… I-I felt nothing but the warmth from her love for me." I told him as I sat in the car and we pulled out. Scott called Lydia. It rang and rang and then.

"Scott?" Lydia questioned.

"Lydia, get to the hospital now. Lyle's hurt and he needs you. Come quick." Scott told her.

"What! Don't tell me that Scott!" she yelled at him.

"I wish I didn't have to, but-"

"No, Scott, someone's going to die. I just screamed," she started to cry, I could hear through the phone, "He can't die. It can't be him, Scott."

"Lydia, it's… it's not going to be him alright just get to the hospital. We'll see you there." He told her.

"Scott wait!"

"Yeah."

"Please get him there safe. Don't make it him, please." She pleaded. I was close to tears. I didn't want Lydia to be crying like this. An image flashed in my head of her dressed in black crying. It couldn't be my funeral, could it?

"Lydia I promise-" I needed to break the sadness.

"You are on a cellphone that's dangerous, just drive. Lydia! Lydia I love you!" I yelled. I love her.

"I-I love you too." she told me and then hung-up. Scott hung-up.

"Okay, Lyle, Lydia is on her way and we are almost there. Just stay with me all right. You gotta stay with me." He told me. I could tell he was nervous with his voice shaking and all. I let out a loud groan.

"Scott, if I… if I don't make it-"

"Don't talk like that, you're going to make it!" He yelled at me obviously upset. I think it was more then just what was going on now though that was upsetting him.

"But if I don't, Scott. Please, I want you… I want you to tell Lydia everyday… how much I love her… Promise me." I told him.

"But you're not going to die." He told me.

"But if I do, Scott!" I let out another groan, "please Scott just promise me."

"Fine, I-I promise." He finished.

"Thank you." I told him.

"But you're not going to die. Don't give up on me. You're going to make it, but you gotta fight." I had never heard Scott like this, "This is what you have to promise me, that you are not going to stop fighting. Not ever, not even for a second." I don't know why, but I couldn't help but smile even though this was no time for it. My smile quickly disappeared as the pain returned with a vengeance. I let out a yelp as we pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. I tried to open the door, but Scott beat me to it. He lifted me out of the car and put my arm around his shoulders. I tried to walk, but Scott was going too fast that my feet couldn't keep up. I stumbled, but we made it into the hospital, "Help! He needs help!" Scott blurted. People rushed over immediately and brought me over onto a chair. One doctor took out a small flashlight and put it near my eyes. I blinked and let out another yelp, but the light made everything hurt.

"Is he going to be alright?" Scott asked the doctor frantically.

"It's hard to tell. His reaction was okay, but something's wrong. Do you know what happened?" she asked Scott.

"Uh… yeah he was in a fight and some people ganged up on him." Scott told her. It was a shady lie, but it was good enough.

"I see. I need an ice pack! An ice pack!" she yelled out that hurt my head. I started to drift in and out of consciousness. I grabbed Scott's hand and closed my eyes. The light around me had hurt. The bustling noise throbbed in my ears. I could feel Scott leaning over me.

"Lyle, stay awake, come on." He told me. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. I felt both of his hands around my hand. He squeezed my hand and I felt some relief from pain. I breathed in and then sighed. Scott let go and the pain came back slightly, slightly less. I heard him gasp.

"How- how did you- how'd you do that?" I asked.

"I'll tell you later right now you just focus on getting better." He finished. I heard doors burst open.

"Lyle!" it was Lydia. I wish that I could say that the sound of her voice was soothing, but since she yelled my name it hurt my head, "Oh my gosh! Scott- is he…" she didn't finish.

"No Lydia, he just really needs rest. They don't know what is wrong with him yet-"

"How do they not know? Is this new? Why did it have to happen to him, Scott?" she asked question after question. It hurt, but I put all my force into lifting up my hand. I felt someone grab onto it, but it wasn't Lydia. Other hands grabbed me and I was put on a bed. They ripped my shirt open and I could feel them checking my breathing, "Wait! I'm coming Lyle."

"Miss we are going to need you to wait here." One of the doctors told her.

"No! Please-"

"Lydia, I promise we will see him again." I heard Scott tell her. I could no longer hear their voices just the whimpering from Lydia. I was scared. Was I the next to die? With the circumstances the way they are, my odds are not looking very good. The next thing I knew was that I had lost consciousness. This wasn't an unfamiliar feeling though. I didn't like it, but I had been here before. The only question now is if I am going to get to leave this place or am I banished from the living?