"Call the cops." Jackson said.
"No." I said.
"What do you mean no?"
"I mean no. Do you want to hear it in Spanish? Nah."
"Look, Derek killed three people." Stiles said reluctantly looking at me. "We don't know what he's armed with."
"His cute looks." I muttered under my breath.
"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him." Jackson said.
"I'm calling." Lydia said pulling out her phone.
"No, Lydia, wait a second." Stiles called to her as she walked away from the group and held the phone up to her ear. Jackson stepped in front of Stiles and shoved him back. I stepped in front of Jackson and shoved him back and when Jackson made another move towards me, Scott stepped forward and stopped him.
"Yes, we're at the Beacon Hills High School." Lydia said. "We're trapped and we need you to. . .But. . ." Lydia took the phone from her ear and turned back to us. "She hung up on me."
"The police hung up on you?" Allison questioned her.
"She said that they got a tip saying that there would be prank calls about a break in to the high school." Lydia explained. "She said if I called again, they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."
"Then call again." Allison said.
"No, they won't trace a cell." Stiles said. "Then they'll send a car to your house before they'll send anyone here."
"What the. . . what. . . "Allison stuttered. "What is this? Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" Jackson, Lydia and Allison looked at me. Then I looked at Stiles and he looked at Scott.
"Why's everyone looking at me?" Scott asked.
"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia asked me.
"No." Scott said. "I mean, I don't know."
"Is he the one who called the police?" Allison asked.
"I don't know!" Scott yelled at Allison in frustration and Allison shrunk back in shock.
"All right," Stiles said. "Why don't we just back off the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles grabbed my arm and pushed Scott and pulled me to the other side of the room. "Ok, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done."
"Yeah, when, if, we get out of here, I am going to tear your skin off, strip by strip." I growled the threat at him.
"I didn't know what to say." Scott said. "I had to say something. And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right?" I made a leap at him but Stiles wrapped his arms around me and stopped me.
"Easy there, Cal." Stiles said as he slowly let go of me. I brushed myself off and glared at Scott.
"Expect if he's not. . ." Scott paused. I started laughing. That never crossed my mind.
"Oh, man, he's gonna kick your ass." I chuckled. Scott sighed.
"Oh, God, I just totally bit her head off." Scott said.
"And she'll totally get over it." Stiles said. "Bigger issues at hand here, like how do we get out of here alive?"
"But we are alive. It could have killed us. It's like it's corning us or something."
"So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?"
"No, Derek said it wants revenge." I said.
"Against who?" Stiles asked. I tapped my finger against my temple as I thought.
"Allison's family." I finally answered.
"Maybe that's what the text was about." Stiles said. "Someone had to send it."
"Ok, assheads," Jackson said behind us. We turned and looked at him. "New plan. Calla calls her useless dad to send Stiles' useless dad with a gun and hopefully he'll have some decent aim. Are we good with that?" I looked at Stiles and he looked back at me.
"He's right." Scott said. I looked at him.
"You know, I am hating you more and more by the second." I growled at him.
"Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him." Scott said.
"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." Stiles said.
"Me either." I agreed. I turned around and ran my hands through my hair.
"All right, give me the phone." Jackson ordered. A hand grabbed my shoulder and I turned around and threw a punch, landing my fist on Jackson's nose. He fell to the ground and Allison rushed over to him. Lydia and Scott looked at them funny while Stiles stepped in front of him to make sure I wasn't going to attack Jackson. I pulled out my phone and hit speed dial.
"Hey, Dad, it's me." I said when I heard his voice but then realized it was his voicemail. "And it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like right now." Something banged on the door and we all backed up to the other side of the room as the door kept rattling. "We're at the school. Ok? We're at the school." I hung up my phone and stuffed it back into my pocket. Screws began to pushed out of the door.
"Where do we go?" Stiles asked. "Where do you go, Calla?"
"Why are you asking me?" I whined.
"Because you're the one who memorized the school map. Every inch."
"And you expect me to whip the map up right now?"
"Yes! Think Calla!" I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as I laid the map out in my mind. So we're in the cafeteria. Ok, ok, ok. I opened my eyes.
"The kitchen." I said. "The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."
"Which only goes up." Stiles said.
"Up is better than here." I said. We turned and raced into the kitchen and climbed the stairs to the second floor and ran into the a classroom. We closed the door and Scott and I placed our ears up against the door and listened to heavy pawsteps pass the door, followed by a growl.
"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott asked Jackson.
"Five, if someone squeezes on someone's lap." Jackson answered.
"Five?" Allison asked. "I barely fit in the back."
"I can take Derek's car." I said.
"Derek's car?" Jackson questioned me.
"Yeah. Have you seen my hot wiring skills or better yet his car?" I said.
"It doesn't matter." Stiles said. "There's no getting out of here without drawing attention."
"What about this?" Scott asked walking to a door. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape and get to the parking lot in like seconds." I walked over to the door and saw the lock.
"That's a deadbolt." I said.
"The janitor has the key." Scott said.
"You mean his body has it." Stiles said, coming over to us.
"We can get it." Scott said. "We can find him by scent, by blood."
"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea." Stiles said. "What else you got?"
"I'm getting the key." Scott said. "Calla, you're coming with me."
"Fine, I wanted to come anyways." I snapped at him. Scott pushed past Stiles to Allison. I walked over to the door and waited for him.
"You can't go out there unarmed." Allison said.
"I got Calla. She knows every inch of this school." Scott said.
"You can't go out there unarmed." Allison repeated.
"I got something." Lydia said. She looked at the chemistry cabinet.
"What are we going to do?" Stiles asked. "Throw acid on him?"
"No." I said and it was like Lydia's mind and mine connected. "A fire bomb."
"Exactly." Lydia agreed. "In there is everything you need to make a self igniting Molotov cocktail." I grabbed some stuff from the cabinet and handed it to Lydia and she began mixing stuff in a chemistry bottle. "Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid." She poured the acid in and shook it around before putting a cap on and handing it to me.
"No, this is insane." Allison said.
"We can't just wait around here waiting for Calla to check her messages." Scott said.
"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people."
"And we're next. Somebody has to do something. Come on, Calla." I walked over to the door. We walked out and closed the door behind us and turned left down the hallway. I gripped the Molotov in my left hand and used my right hand to slam Scott's head in a locker, causing a large dent. "Ow!"
"You know what that was for." I growled at him. "Let's go." We descended two flights of stairs to the first floor. "Scott, wasn't the janitor in the locker room?"
"Yeah."
"Well, shouldn't we be heading the other way."
"My nose is leading to this direction."
"But this leads to the auditorium."
"Let's just go." I bit back a growl and followed him into the auditorium. It was big with a few lights on but it was still dark and cold. Scott walked over to the bleachers and looked under them. "There."
"Let me go."
"What?"
"I'm smaller than you and faster. Here take this." I handed the Molotov to Scott and walked under the bleachers, stepping carefully over the bar, using my hands to feel my way through. Something creaked around me and I looked back to see Scott still there. I continued to walk. Something dripped down on my face and I stopped abruptly to wipe it off. I winced at the smell of it. Blood? I looked up and jumped in shock to see the body of the janitor. Face torn, blood coating his blue uniform, mouth opened as he was still screaming and eyes opened, still pleading for help. I slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys. I heard the bleachers creak again and one by one, the bleachers began to move towards me. I rushed to the left, jumping over moving bars and sliding my slender body through holes. When I was about a two yards away from the opening and about three feet from the wall, I made a jump for it and the bleachers locked shut. Scott raced over to me.
"You ok?"
"Yeah. Was that you?"
"No." We heard a growling and looked to the middle of the room to see a large black beast on all fours with blood red eyes.
"Come on." The beast began to run towards us, shaking the floor. Scott threw the Molotov and the bottle crashed on its head. Alpha stopped but the Molotov didn't ignite. Oh, shit. "Damn it." Alpha began to race towards us again and we turned and ran. But before either of us could take one step, something grabbed our ankles and we fell and turned over on our backs to see Alpha hovering over us, pretty white teeth gleaming. Alpha let out a bellowing howl that shook the entire school and then he was gone. I looked to my left to see Scott gone too. I sat up and looked around but my body went into agony. I curled up into a ball screaming in pain. I felt like Derek was crushing my hand again only this time it was in my chest and ten times worse. I screamed and screamed, wanting someone to come and take the agony away. For Derek to come and soothe me. Once my body was done, I let out a growl through my fangs and I felt more angry than ever. I raced through the school, wanting to take my anger out on someone. Wanting to hurt someone. Wanting to kill someone. Then a heard a voice.
"Lily." I stopped and looked around, feeling calm and relaxed, my heartbeat slowing down and me shifting back.
"Derek?" I called out. Nothing. No pine scent. No sweet face. Just empty hallways.
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"And you sure it was Derek Hale?" Jake asked us as Scott, Stiles and I walked out of the school with him.
"Yes." Scott answered. I had my head down, hands stuffed in pockets.
"I saw him too." Stiles said.
"What about the janitor?" Scott asked.
"We're still looking." Jake said.
"Did you check under the bleachers?" I asked, lifting my head. "Under them?"
"Yeah, Calla, we looked." Jake answered. "We pulled them out just like you asked and there's nothing."
"I'm not making this up, Dad."
"I know, I believe you, I do."
"No, you don't." Jake stopped and looked down at me. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me but you don't."
"Listen, we're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Ok? I promise."
"Sheriff!" A man called out.
"Stay." Jake ordered. "All three of you." Jake left us. I turned to face Scott and Stiles.
"Well, we survived, dudes. You know. We outlasted the Alpha. It's still good being alive? Right?"
"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us." Scott said. "You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?"
"Then how we're still alive?" Stiles asked.
"It wants us in its pack." I said. "But I think, first. . . we have to get rid of our old pack."
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked. "What old pack?"
"Allison." Scott answered.
"Derek." I added.
"Jackson."
"Lydia."
"You." We said in unison.
"The alpha doesn't want to kill us." Stiles said.
"He wants us to do it." I said.
"And that's not even the worst part." Scott said.
"How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?" Stiles asked.
"Because when he made me shift. . . I wanted to do it." Scott said. "I wanted to kill you. All of you." It was quiet. Until I smelt it. That soft, pine, forest scent. I looked up and around and saw nothing.
"Tree line." A voice whispered. I looked to the tree line and saw him. Standing in the shadows, but close enough in the light where I could tell it was him. Joy drowned my insides as I almost screamed. I turned to Scott who was also looking at the tree line, he's face pale like a sheet. "Take the spare key I gave you and take my car back to your place. I pick it up whenever this clears up." And he disappeared. I didn't care if I didn't get to hug him or kiss him, I was just happy to know that he was alive.
"Well, Calla, I was going to let you drive the camaro home and let you use it until your bike's fixed but apparently Derek has the key." Jake said coming back over to me.
"No, he doesn't." I said, hastily, showing him the spare key. I raced to the camaro and got into the driver's seat. I turned the key and grinned as I listened to the engine purr. I rolled down the window as Jake came over to me.
"Do you even know how to drive stick shift?" Jake asked me.
"Nope."
"Well, that's reassuring."
"Relax, Dad, I'll be fine." I rolled the window back up and backed the car up and put it in first gear and raced out of the parking lot. I didn't even stall once.