Chapter Twenty-One: Totally Weird

"Don't stop now

I need this to hurt

Burn it into my mind.

No more second-guessing anymore

This is how it ends.

So don't stop now

Get my head on straight.

And if seeing this is what it takes

Please don't stop it now

This will be the last time."

Don't Stop Now ~ Emmy Rossum

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Fifteen hours.

Fifteen hours have passed since we killed them. Their bodies soaking in the ice cold water, the cubes not even beginning to melt. It felt like the freezing temperature had expanded and molded into my chest.

Moon shaped crescents were imbedded in my palm, some leaking blood I was squeezing so hard. Isaac had come over and pried them open a few times, but my eyes were glossed over as I stared emotionlessly at the boy floating in the water.

Deaton's dark hand grazed my shoulder and he gave me a reassuring squeeze. I wanted to snap his fingers off one by one. How dare he convince us that this was okay?

"You remind me of your father."

My hardened gaze averted to him shocked from the statement. I hadn't talked about my dad in a few days. Weeks maybe? He was a touchy subject.

"How?"

"Stubborn, emotional, brave, and fiercely loyal to his friends."

I furrowed my brows. "He kidnapped me and took me away from a family I never got to meet." I didn't realize how angry I was at him until the words slipped from my lips. The statement was so heated and bitter tasting on my tongue.

"I knew your father for a long time. Like I said, we were best friends. He had many reasons for doing what he did," Deaton defended gently. He dragged a metal chair alongside mine and joined me in staring at the bodies.

Lydia and Isaac were perched on the counter across from us. I could tell Isaac was pretending not to listen in on the conversation, but was definitely using his wolf senses to eavesdrop while Lydia stared into space.

"What would be a good excuse?"

Deaton pursed his lips. "I'm going to tell you something that no one ever knew about me." I gave him an expectant look as he paused. "I was in love with Talia for a long, long time."

"My mother?" I clarified. He nodded his head. "And my dad was your best friend… which meant he totally seduced the woman you were in love with and knocker her up. That sounds pretty disloyal to me."

"Your father had his weak moments when it came to controlling his powers. That, unfortunately, was one of them," he said.

A chilling feeling invaded me. Would I do that to Stiles? I didn't want to hurt him that way… "Will that happen to me?"

"It's possible… you just need to keep up on that mix I made for you. Your father didn't, which is what resulted in the action. He thought after taking the mixture for so long that he would have learned control, but he didn't. He came to me right afterwards and apologized. Not going to lie, put a bit of strain on our friendship, a good punch in his face cleared that up."

I giggled, because serves Dad right for sleeping with his best friends love interest.

"Your father was a man that created a lot of trouble in his earlier years. Before we created the potion, he tainted his name by getting involved with some women that he shouldn't have been involved with. Some with husbands that were very much angered and interested in his death. There was one in particular, wasn't a werewolf, I don't recall what they were, but he was extremely terrified of what they would do to him.

"All he would tell me is that they had power and the less involved I was the better. So, I didn't question it. Then you happened. Lilly, there's something that you've been misinformed of… and I'm sorry… but you were never kidnapped by your father."

Straightening my back, I fixed my dark glare on his face in confusion, "My dad took me away… That's what Peter said…"

"Your father told Talia that whoever it was he got caught up with knew that you were his child. That you were in danger, and you being with Talia not only risked your life, but the packs as well…" The thumping of my heart was erratic as Deaton carried on, I heard Isaac stand up from the counter cautiously. He probably thought I was going to have a heart attack. It sure felt like it.

"Talia agreed to let David take you away. She wiped everyones memory of you from all the younger children and implanted a different memory in the adults. One that, if you were to resurface, they would at least be able to know you weren't lying. A story of how an Incubus named Franklin Smith kidnapped you away from your family as an infant."

My hand shakily went to my mouth. I was going to have another crying fit.

"David and her had an agreement. When you were born he had your true birth certificate be under Talia's. That's why your last name is really Hale instead of Spencer. He informed us that he had an escape plan for you incase whoever was searching for him found you. It held your birth certificate, the Hale address, and all the access to bank accounts with all the money he saved for you. Apparently he knew whoever he messed around with was set on revenge… That was all before the fire happened. Unfortunately your father tried to break contact with us as to not be traced or have any reason for whoever was looking for him to go after us."

"Oh my God…" I ran my hand threw my long hair, tugging at my scalp in frustration. "He knew. He knew. He knew someone was going to kill him. And he-he never told me. He knew, and he let me believe that we were safe… that everything was perfect. That-that we… we…" Burning behind my eyes started. I was so… empty… "I could have helped protect him… If he had just taught me…" I frowned. "You said he broke contact with you. How did he keep control without the potion? He never displayed any powers to me."

Deaton gave me an empathetic gaze. "Unfortunately, I don't have the answer to that. Maybe he learned control after all. Or maybe he found someone to make him the potion. He also could have been pursing his powers without your knowledge, after all, the powers don't affect blood relatives."

"That's great for Derek, Peter, and Cora then…"

He gave me a comforting shoulder squeeze again. "I'm sorry Lilly, I wish I could have told you…"

"Yeah…"

At least that answered some questions. Not the biggest one.

Who killed my dad?

And were they going to stop at him?

My eyes flickered to the clock on the wall.

Sixteen hours.

Before I could muse over the news I just learned of my father, water shattering all over the floor filled the air along with sharp inhales of breath. Everyone bolted forward as the three teenagers pushed themselves out of the water. I scrambled over to Stiles and helped him out of the tub while Lydia and Isaac moved to Allison and Deaton to Scott.

He was alive. I could cry all over again.

Oh wait, I was.

"I saw it!" Scott exclaimed as he gripped Deaton's forearm tightly. "I know where it is."

Stiles rounded on Scott. "We passed it. There's-there is a stump, this huge tree. Well, it's not huge anymore. It was cut down. But it's still big, though, very big."

The werewolf bobbed his head vigorously. "It was the night we were looking for the body."

"Yeah, the same night you were bit by Peter."

Allison shook as Lydia wrapped the gray blanket around her shoulders. "I was there too, in the car with my mother. We almost hit someone."

I disconnected myself and grabbed the one for Stiles and Scott. Deaton thanked me with a nod as he tugged the one around Scott while I started to rub down Stiles shivering shoulders.

A resolute stare crossed Scott's face. "It was me. You almost hit me." Allison gasped as the statement dawned on her. "We can find it," he concluded.

The happiness evaporated when they saw all of us who hadn't been submerged to death eying them somberly.

"What?" Allison asked carefully.

Isaac shifted uncomfortably. "You guys were out a long time."

Stiles glared. "How long is a long time?"

"Sixteen hours," Deaton answered.

"We've been out for sixteen hours?" Scott gaped.

"And the full moon rises in less than four."

Lydia pursed her lips as she stared at Allison's blue mouth. "How about we worry about getting out of your clothes before you guys go into hypothermic shock? Then we will deal with this tree."

Stiles and Scott shakily retreated into one of the backrooms where the cats were as they changed into the spare clothes they had brought, Lydia had followed Allison into the single restroom to help her. I started to help wipe up the spilled water and ice on the floor. No use in getting a cracked had when we had a pack of alphas to deal with.

I felt myself being hauled off the floor and being crushed into a lean chest. Smiling, I realized Stiles had swept me up into his arms. I nuzzled his chest whispering, "You came back."

"I said I would," he muttered. Pulling back he gripped my shoulders, leaning down so that we were eye level he said, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me. I did it for my own selfish reasons."

His lips landed on mine, they were still so cold, but I was totally down for warming him up.

"Woah, this is totally weird," I heard Scott say.
"Like, she's so hot and she's making out with him," Isaac commented. "Totally weird."

"Dude, that's definitely not what I meant…"

"Well, that's why I think it's weird."

Stiles pulled away and faced the others with a cheeky grin. "Okay. I don't know about you guys, but I'm feeling pretty damn warm. What's the plan?"

"I have to talk to Deucalion," Scott stated.

"No, dude, you are not going back with them," objected Stiles.

"I made a deal with Deucalion."

"Does anyone else think that sounds a lot like a deal with the devil?"

Isaac stepped forward curiously. "Why does it matter, anyway?"

"Because I still don't think that we can beat Jennifer without their help."

The brunette female rounded on Deaton in a panic. "He trusts you more than anyone. Tell him he's wrong."

Deaton raised a brow. "I'm not so sure he is. Circumstances like this sometimes require that you align yourself with people you'd normally consider enemies."

A sarcastic laugh escaped Isaac. "So we're gonna trust him, the guy that calls himself death, destroyer of worlds? We're gonna trust that guy?"

"I wouldn't trust him, no, But you could use him to your advantage. Deucalion may be the enemy, but he could also be the bait."

Before the debate could continue the front door opened. Deaton moved to step out, but a recognizable figure crashed into the room. A heavy breathing Ethan stood in the doorway. His eyes flickered in a panic. "I'm looking for Lydia."

Stiles moved to block her from sight, but Lydia shoved him out of the way asking, "What do you want?"

"I need your help."

She scoffed irritated, "With what?"

"Stopping my brother and Kali…" He paused as his blue eyes flickered to me. "From killing Derek."

I stepped forward dangerously, voice threatening as I demanded, "Tell me what you know, or so help me, I'll kill you right now."

Ethan gave me a cautious stare, recalling the incident where he had been hypnotized by the succubus momentarily. Right before Stiles ruined the connection by breaking a wooden bat over his head.

"We have to go warn Derek, now," he pressed instead of answering.

I looked at Stiles. "I'm going with him."

He shook his head, reaching for arm to reel me back. "I don't like it. I don't trust him."

"Me either."

"I'm coming too," Lydia muttered. She gave me a cautious stare. "I sense something… we should go, fast."

I didn't like that. Lydia only sensed one thing: death.

"I'm going," I said more firmly to Stiles. I gabbed his shoulders tightly. "You need to help Allison and Scott. I need to help Derek right now. But I promise Stiles, we will find your dad. And everything is going to be okay."

His brows furrowed but he didn't fight me.

I gave him a nod, grabbed Lydia's wrist and we followed Ethan outside. I unlocked the Camaro and we sped off to the loft.

Lydia and Ethan tagged behind as I stormed inside, panic pulsating through my veins. I didn't want a repeat of the blood all over the damn floor and a hole in Derek's chest.

Gratefully, Derek, Cora, and Peter stepped into the living area. I gasped at seeing my sister standing and healthy. Darting past everyone I slammed into her, she wrapped her arms around me tightly as we fell to the floor. She laughed as I squeezed the life out of her.

"Okay, okay!" She cried. "I get it. You missed me, I'm alive, and you can get off me now."

I jumped to my feet and scrambled to Derek. "They are coming to kill you! Like, right now."

Derek glared at Ethan who decided on speaking up, "We know about the lunar eclipse. So don't think Kali's gonna sit around waiting for it to level the playing field. She's coming, and my brother's coming with her."

Peter cocked his head, looking at Derek expectantly, "Good enough for me. Derek?"

"You want me to run?" questioned Derek distastefully.

"No. I want you to stay and get slaughtered by an alpha with a psychotic foot fetish." He rolled those dazzling blue orbs dramatically. "Of course I want you to run. Sprint, gallop, leap your way the hell out of this town."

Cora nodded her head. "If you want to fight and die for something, that's fine with me, but do it for something meaningful."

"How do you know I'm gonna lose?"

"I don't," Peter stated. He nudged his head at Lydia. "But I'll bet she has an idea. Don't you, Lydia?"

She pursed her lips glaring at Peter. "I don't know anything."

"But you feel something, don't you?" he asked.

She averted her gaze to the floor.

Derek stepped towards Lydia carefully, being able to sense her discomfort. "What do you feel?"

"I feel like…" She raised her gaze to meet Derek's pale eyes. "I'm standing in a graveyard."

"You need to leave," I said. "Now."

He raised a brow at me confusedly. "And you're coming with me."

I shook my head. "No… I'm not."
Cora seethed, "What the hell do you mean?"

"I have to help Stiles find his dad."

"You're joking?" Peter scoffed. "Go with Derek and Cora, stay safe."

My tone was decided as I whispered, "No. I know what it's like to lose my father. And I'm not letting him lose his, but I can't lose either of you. So I need you to leave."

"I'm not leaving you Lilly…" Derek stated.

"Yes," I placed a hand on his chest. "You are. Because if you stay here you are going to die."

His eyes widened in a panic. "And what happens if you die?"

"I'm not going to die. Not today."

"How do you know? How do you know that the alphas won't go after you because you're my sister?"

"I don't, but they won't kill me."

"How do you know?" Derek shouted.

"Because I just do okay? I fucking know I'm not going to die, Derek."

Peter widened his eyes. "So… it's happening. The changing?"

I scowled at him, knowing he was referring to The Beast. "Yes. It's happening. And she won't let me die."

Cora huffed, "Who?"

"It doesn't matter." My voice darkened. "You need to leave. Now."

Peter grabbed Derek by his neck and Cora by her wrist as he started guiding them towards the door. "She's made her decision, now it's time for you both to leave before either of you get killed. Both of you are still healing. Neither of you are strong enough to take one alpha, let alone two."

Derek broke his grasp and stomped over to me. I thought he might try something like throwing me over his shoulder or something, so I wasn't prepared for when he brought me into a hug. "Please," he muttered into my ear in a voice that was so broken. "I can't lose you either."

I nodded, silently promising him that I would be okay.

Cora shot me a short glare as Derek, Peter, and her exited. I knew she was pissed, but I wasn't running. I was sick of running, and I was sick of being the good girl. It was my turn for revenge. And I had a lot of pent up shit I was ready to release.

Lydia licked her lips. "Okay. What do we do?"

"Maybe we should go? So we aren't here by the time they show up?"

"Too late," Ethan said darkly. "They're here."

The alarm blared signaling the elevator. Lydia and I backed up farther into the room so we weren't so close to the door, Ethan shielding us.

There was a loud crunch as the shoeless alpha pried the alarm off the hinges, tossing it to the floor like a crumpled up piece of paper. Thank goodness they left when they did. Just missing this bitch by seconds.

"Where is he?" she growled as she came closer to us. I recognized the other twin hovering behind Kali looking at all of us cautiously.

Lydia snapped her fingers. "I think he said he was heading out to do some shopping, run a few errands, The usual…" she cleared her throat, looking at me for help. "Werewolf afternoon…"

"Who do you think you're talking to?" Kali asked venomously.

Pursing her lips, she eyed the woman's toes. "Someone in desperate need of a pedicure. I'd be happy to give you a referral."

I snorted in an effort to cease my giggles. Because, come on. There was a werewolf standing right before us that could rip our throats out with her teeth and Lydia was insulting her.

Kale growled even louder, "Oh, really?" She stepped closer and there was a growl from Aiden. "Did someone take their little assignment too seriously?" She released a disappointed sigh.

"She is not the problem," Aiden quickly defended.

"Maybe the problem is where your loyalties lie."

Lydia grabbed my hand. "Oh, god. Is this about to get really violent?"

Ethan flashed red eyes, "Probably."

The two brothers both darted at Kali as she moved to attack Aiden. I gaped when I physically saw them morphing together, or at least attempt to. Kali got them before they could finish the transformation. She knocked both brothers to the floor effortlessly.

I blocked Lydia, shoving her behind me. I didn't know what I could do, but I knew whatever I was it would be physically stronger than Lydia. And I knew that I could heal.

Kali gave me an unimpressed stare. "And what are you going to do?"
"Come figure it out," I dared overly confident, because damn I had no freaking clue what I was going to do.

Thankfully I didn't get a chance.

Glass shattered around us from the windows and I immediately cradled Lydia into my chest to prevent her from getting hit. I felt a large shard ground into my gut and a scream filtered through my lungs. Holy shit.

Jennifer Blake stood in the center of the room dressed in scantily black clothing. I probably would have made a snide comment, if I wasn't withering pain. One thing I did agree with, my brother had terrible taste in women.

A smirk was on her lips. "So, who wants to go first?"

Both twins leapt at her and if possible, Jennifer knocked them out even quicker. I felt Lydia gasp when Aiden and Ethan were both unconscious, if not dead. Because they looked pretty dead from my position. But hey, I was on the floor bleeding out, so I wasn't looking so good either.

Kali pushed her broken body up from the floor, after Jennifer had used her voodoo Darach nonsense to shove her. She froze, eyes glazing over like she was staring at a ghost.

"That's right, Kali. Look at me. Look at my face." What the fuck? "Do you know what it takes to be able to look like this. To be able to look normal?"

The werewolf barked, "I don't care!"

"It takes power." The glass from the floor shook as it was lifted into the air. My mouth dropped as I watched it float around us. "Power like this."

An angered expression crossed Kali's features. I-I should've-" she inhaled deeply before screaming at the top of her lungs. "I should've ripped your head off!"

And the glass clinked through the air as it soared into Kali's flesh. I'm pretty sure the one that penetrated her skull was the real winner. Her body dropped to the floor, dead.

Jennifer turned to Lydia and me with a smile. "What's the line coach likes to say? The bigger they are…"

"The harder they fall," I finished between heavy pants. Because, seriously? Was Lydia planning on taking this thing out of me, or what?

Her heels clapped on the floor as she stepped towards us. Lydia scrambled back, trying to pull me with her. I don't think the girl even realized there was a huge shard of glass sticking out of my body yet. I yelped in pain as it shifted, but Lydia didn't get very far before the bitch was hovering over her.

"What do you want with me?" Lydia asked, tears streaming down her face in fear.

"I want you to do what you do best, Lydia," she said in a sickeningly sweet voice. It turned dark as she added, "I want you to scream."

And Lydia screamed.

More like wailed.

I clapped my hands over my ears to drown out the noise. It faded off into a cry as Lydia began to sob uncontrollably.

Jennifer backed away from us amusedly. A smirk on her lips as her eyes landed on the glass shard in my gut, she stated, "You should get that checked out."

I think she got off on how terrified Lydia was. She stepped around the loft, nosily peeking through Derek's things. Freaking bitch.

"Lyd," I moaned. My shaky hands reached for the glass shard sticking out from my body. "A little help here?"

She crawled forward with a gasp, "Oh my God, Lilly!"

"I know. I'd appreciate-" I heaved a breath. "-if you pulled it out."

"If I pull it out you will bleed out. We need to get you to a hospital."
Shaking my head I explained, "Stiles said I can heal."

"But you don't know that! He just read it, that doesn't mean it's true. What if it's not? And you die!" She panicked.

"I trust him. Pl-please Lydia, it hurts."

The girl reached for it and I stopped her with a wave of my hand, "Get something for your hands or you'll cut yourself. There-there's a blanket on the couch."

She followed my instructions quickly. Wrapping the blanket around her hands, she gripped the large shard of glass. With her brows furrowed, nose scrunched distastefully, she carefully tugged the penetrating object; a scream burled through my chest dying almost immediately in my throat.

I placed a hand over the open wound, putting pressure to stop the bleeding. I really freaking hoped this supernatural healing thing was real.

"Thanks," I muttered hoarsely.

"Y-yeah."

Suddenly the elevator doors opened revealing Derek and Cora. I cursed quietly, they were supposed to be safe. This wench just wanted Lydia to scream to draw him out.

"Lilly!" Cora shouted. She darted past Jennifer warily and dropped to the floor beside me. She moved my hand away and lifted my shirt, Stiles plaid shirt that was now destroyed.

"Don't worry… I'm supposed to be-"

"-Healing," she finished in awe. Her chocolate gaze lifted to my hooded pale green. "You're healing, like us."

"Woo."

Derek's angered voice filtered the air, "You did this for me?"

"For us… For anyone who's ever been their victim," the witch sweetly explained.

"Stop talking to me like a politician. Stop trying to convince me of your cause!"

"Fine, I'll convince you of someone else's. Scott. You can save his mother, Stiles's father."

"You fucking bitch," I snarled.

She glanced at me and provided an exaggerated eye roll. Like I was an inconvenience to her.

"How?" Derek pressed.

"I need a guardian, and that's a role that can either be filled by the three parents I was forced to take… or by you."

"No, no, no, no," I repeated in a panic. "You're not taking him away from me."

The werewolf shook his head. "I can't help you. I'm not even an alpha anymore."

"All I need is for you to help me get Deucalion in the right place at the right time."

"You just killed three of them on your own. What do you need me for?"

Her voice darkened, "You haven't seen him at his strongest. I have. And If he's got Scott with him, I don't stand a chance unless I have you."

"Derek," Cora said cautiously, dark eyes pointing daggers at the Darach. "Don't trust her."
"I have the eclipse in my favor, But the moon's only gonna be in the earth's umbral shadow for fifteen minutes. That's the extent of my window," she begged. "There's no decision to struggle with. Help me kill him, and the others live. Just help me."

His fists tightened at his side. "Let's go."

Jennifer didn't need further encouragement. She followed Derek out of the home while I screamed his name on repeat. His back stiffened, but he didn't respond. Why? Why was he doing this? Why was he leaving me?

Grabbing my still healing stomach, I bent over as I weakly cried to myself. Why the hell was I supposed to do?

"We have to get going," Cora said gently, starting to drag me to my feet. "Lydia, we can get help."

I looked at Lydia, she was cradling one of the twins in her lap. She blankly asked, "From who?"

"I don't know, but we can't stay here."

A loud snap echoed throughout the room. I raised my head to see Ethan's body mending itself.

Cora gaped, "They're alive!"

"We need to get them to Deaton," Lydia said.

After getting the twins into the Camaro, as Cora had done most of the heavy lifting, we were on our way to the animal clinic. I hadn't heard from Stiles in a while so I shot him a few texts, and tried to call him. Panic tightened my stomach muscles when he hadn't responded. Something was wrong.

Lydia sprinted out of the car when we parked to warn Deaton about the incoming cargo. My wound still wasn't entirely healed, so Cora didn't let me help lug the muscled men out of the vehicle. But Deaton came rushing out and assisted in bringing them inside. He shouted directions for Cora and Lydia while I idly stood off to the side. My mind whirling with so many thoughts, but the number one being my need to find Stiles.

As Deaton moved to pass me I latched onto his arm. "Where is the Nemeton?" I asked forcefully.

"I'm not too sure on the exact location. It's in the Beacon Hills preserves."

"Okay."

I turned to leave the clinic. Time to find my boyfriend.

"Lilly, where are you-"

And the door shut behind me.

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Sorry it took me so long to update. Busy with work! :o

SO you learned something big about Lilly's father?! What do you guys think is gonna happen with that? Pretty soon you'll be more involved with Lilly's personal story v.s. me following the plot from season 3 PROMISE! Not sure how long it'll take to get to it, so I'm so sorry. I hate when stories just follow the same exact plot as the show, but I wanted to develop Lilly first and introduce her to all the characters before I went more into her. Mhmmm mhm! Well, enjoy :D