We drove silently to the old Hale house. Lydia sat in the back, staring off into empty space. Derek sat in the passenger's seat, staring out the windshield- his eyes were clouded and I assumed he was just as concerned about this as I was. If Lydia couldn't save Jackson- no one could. And that only left one other choice in getting rid of the Kanima- a choice that made it impossible for Jackson to make it out of this alive. I sighed, my lungs feeling hollow, like I was somehow suffocating. As we arrived on the outskirts of the woods, I parked the car and turned to look over at her. "Ready?" I asked. She nodded once, her eyes bloodshot, and wide. I glanced at Derek, who gave me a slight nod of understanding, before getting out of the car. He was thinking the same thin I was- god, I hoped this would work. I watched Lydia with a close eye, waiting for her to pass out or something. But she simply waited for us to point out the way. Derek led us through the forest, and I followed in close suit. I watched him as he walked- tall, strong frame. He was tense, and controlled- I could see it from his gait. And in all honesty, so was I.
As we entered the clearing, I was immediately hit with Stiles' scent. He was still here. We walked up to the front door, as Derek pushed it open. Stiles sat on the stairs, looking down at Jackson, who sat on the floor- still in his circle. "What are you-" Stiles began. Derek made his way over to him, making quick business of explaining why we were here. Jackson stood up as Lydia entered the room, his eyes wide with shock. She made a move to run up to him for an embrace. I stopped her, pulling her back before she broke the circle. "What-" I pointed down at the mountain ash, as her gaze followed my finger. "What the hell is that?" She asked, looking up at me. "Mountain ash. And right now- the only thing keeping him from killing us." I said, looking up at the guilty expression on Jackson's face. He looked down at the circle around his feet for a moment. He tried to take a step forward, only to find that he couldn't go any where. Jaw clenching, he looked up at us- his eyes reptilian, and unnatural. I heard Lydia scream, and saw her start to move back toward the far wall. Stiles quickly made his way to my side, backing up slightly. I on the other hand refused to move. If he really was trapped in there, we should be okay. Derek stood watching him, a slight look of shock on his face. "Who are you?" I asked, talking to the person behind the eyes. The person that was controlling him. An unnerving smile appeared on Jackson's face, and ho looked directly at me- seeing me. I was no longer talking to Jackson. This was his puppet master I was looking at.
"You and your little wolf pack haven't figured it out yet?" He said. The voice didn't belong to Jackson- in fact it didn't belong to anything human. It was deep, and terrifying- it sounded like what I imagined the voice of Satan himself would sound like. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Who are you?" I asked again. I small laugh emerged from Jackson. "I am god." He said, looking me in the eye. I clenched my jaw in anger- I was tired of this "biblical- philosophical" bull. This needed to end- now. I felt myself begin to shift, my claws lengthening from my finger nails; my canines sharpening and elongating; my eyes turning a golden hue; the tips of my ears coming to a point. I let out a raging growl, watching him carefully. Behind me, I heard Lydia's frightened whimpers and cries. Glancing back at her, I saw complete fear in her eyes. Fear, and… hope. Looking over at Stiles, I saw that he too, was surprised at my appearance. Humans… they'd always be afraid of us. I looked up at Derek, and saw understanding in his eyes. He could see me- even now. He could see who I was. Behind what I was.
Looking at Jackson, I saw that his skin had begun to shift into dark green scales. His teeth were sharpening- his fingernails, venom infected claws. Suddenly, stiles was on the other side of the room, grabbing the bag of mountain ash, and taking out a handful. "Get back!" He yelled, looking at Derek and I. I did so, watching as he blew the mountain ash into the perimeter of the circle. As it landed on Jackson's now changing skin, small streams of smoke came from the wounds. He let out a piercing howl, scrambling to scratch the volatile substance off of his skin. "Stop!" Lydia screeched, running up to Stiles. He looked down at her, and I could see in his eyes what looked to be both wanting, and hurt. His jaw clenched, but he refrained from using the mountain ash on Jackson. I looked at his half-human half-lizard form, as he crumpled onto the floor in a fetal position. Lydia knelt beside him, watching him with tears in her eyes. "Jackson?" She said softly. He looked up at her, one eye blue, the other still yellow. She reached past the circle and touched the still human part of his face, swallowing and taking a deep breath. He leaned into her touch, and now I knew. Now, was the only opportunity we would have against him. "Stiles- break the line." I said, looking up at him. "But-" "Do it." I said sternly. His jaw clenched, but he followed my order. The moment the circle was broken, Jackson's eyes snapped open, and suddenly he was on his feet. Lydia scrambled away in surprise, watching him in horror. I knew what he would do- he was gonna try and make a run for it. I moved forward at lightning speed, sinking my claws into his chest where his heart was. His body went rigid, and he choked for a moment, gargling his own blood. "Jackson!" Lydia screamed- forcing Stiles to hold back. Slowly, Jackson began to become himself again. He looked up at me with both sadness, and gratitude in his eyes. "You'll be okay." I whispered to him, as his eyes lulled in the back of his head, and he went limp. I caught him, gently setting him on the floor. Eventually, Lydia broke Stiles' grasp and ran toward Jackson's limp form. "Get back!" I yelled, grabbing her arm. "You killed him!" She yelled, turning on me. I yanked her backward, making sure she was no where near the body. Slowly, but surely, his wounds began to heal. His face regained it's color. His chest moved, and he regained the ability to breathe. Lydia was silent, watching in disbelief. His eyes flashed open, glowing an electric blue. He gasped, sitting up with his hand to his chest. Lydia tried getting out of my grasp, but I continued to hold onto her. Jackson was a newly turned werewolf- there was no telling of his reaction. He looked up at her, and his eyes seemed calm as they returned to normal. He stood up, looking around the room for a moment. Finally, I let her go as she fell into his arms. Suddenly, Scott burst through the door. "What hap-" He looked over at Lydia and Jackson, stopping mid sentence. "It worked." I said, looking over at him. His eyebrows raised, looking back over at Jackson and Lydia, who still stood in a solid embrace. I sighed, as Derek came up next to me. "Looks like everything's okay." I murmured, glancing up at him. He nodded once, glancing quickly over at Jackson before wrapping an arm around my waist, and pulling me close.
Author's Note: While this is the end of the first part, I will create more in a second story- if you would like to read it, please go to my profile page, and go down to "My stories": It will be titled: "Madness"- hope you enjoyed!