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Madison's POV:
We walked silently through the dark woods up to the Hale house. It looked even creepier after Peter died there so recently.
"She came here?" Stiles asked, disbelief evident in his voice. "You sure?" Stiles and I looked back to Scott and Allison. They seemed just as uneasy about being here as I did.
"Yeah, this is where the scent leads." Scott told us. I sighed as we walked forward a little more.
"All right, but has Lydia ever been here?" Stiles asked, looking between Allison and I.
"Not with me." Allison stated. Stiles stared at me expectantly.
"Don't look at me! I've only been here on the night we dug up the top half of Laura." I confessed.
"Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek." Allison thought out loud.
"You mean, looking for an Alpha." Scott countered, sounding the slightest bit ticked off.
"Wolves need a pack, right?" Allison asked. I forgot how much of this she didn't know yet.
"Not all of them." Scott answered. Why did I get the feeling he was going to try and live as an omega?
"But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?" Allison continued to question as we stopped moving.
"Yeah, we're stronger in packs." Stiles began to make a slow circle around the area we were standing at.
"Like strength in numbers." I easily got bored with the conversation and decided to follow Stiles as he walked.
"No, like, literally stronger, faster, better in every way." Scott explained.
"That's the same for an Alpha?" Stiles paused in his walking, looking down at the ground.
"That'll make Derek stronger too." I came up beside him and stared at the wire that was almost invisible in the dark.
"Whoa! Hey, look at this. You see this?" Stiles called to the other two. "I think it's a tripwire." Before I could stop him, Stiles pulled the wire up.
"Stiles." Scott said behind us, sounding a little pissed. I turned to see him hanging by his leg.
"Yeah, buddy?" Stiles turned around. "Oh." We watched Scott swing for a second.
"Next time you see a tripwire, don't trip it." I snorted as Scott continued to dangle. You would think Stiles already knew this.
"Yeah, noted." Stiles and I looked at each other and Allison before we walked forward to help Scott down.
"Wait, wait, wait." Scott frantically stopped us. "Someone's coming. Hide." We looked around uncertainly. "Go!" Stiles grabbed my hand and yanked me back down the hill. We stopped a few yards away as we hid behind a tree. We watched Mr. Argent give Scott a threatening talk. I glanced down at Stiles hand, which was still intertwined with mine. When I looked up, we made eye contact. He gave me a goofy smirk, squeezed my hand, and started turning a little red in the cheeks. I gave him a shy smile of my own, feeling my cheeks turning red, too. Stiles goofy smile just got bigger. The sound of Mr. Argent walking away drew us from our moment as we ran back to Scott.
"You okay?" Allison asked Scott in concern.
"It's just another life-threatening conversation with your dad." Scott blew it off, being as cheerful as ever.
"Stiles, Madison, help me with this." Allison walked over to the tree where the trap was tied up. Stiles and I followed quickly. Suddenly the wire went limp. We turned around to see Scott standing up right.
"Thanks. But I think I got it." Scott said with maybe a little of cockiness thrown in there. "Comin?" I rolled my eyes as I followed him to the Hale house.
Raf's POV:
"Why are we following him again?" I asked. Derek sighed, annoyed as we watched from the tree line.
"We are making sure he doesn't talk." Derek snapped. "Now, shut up." I mimicked him badly, causing Derek to growl lowly. We watched Isaac and his dick of a Dad talk to the Sheriff as they reported the omega from last night. Isaac looked over at us with wide eyes. Derek and I quickly moved behind trees as the Sheriff turned around to see what he was staring at.
"Maybe we should be checking in on Jackson…see how the bites taking?" I whispered. Derek glanced at me from his hiding place before giving a stiff nod. Well, looks like I'm going in late to work.
Madison's POV:
"She ate the liver?" Scott asked from the other side of Stiles. I scrunched up my nose in disgust at the thought.
"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing." Stiles explained, sounding rather stressed about the situation.
"What else are you suppose to do with a liver? Wear it as a necklace?" Scott snorted as Stiles glared at me. "And you know what? Even if she did eat the liver, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body." I defended my new friend.
"Why would you even know that?" I shrugged. Scott shot me a disgusted look. "I never ate anyone's liver."
"Yeah, right, 'cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control." Stiles sassed. I snorted in response. "Actually, wait. Hold on. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you." Not a bad idea.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked, confusion etched onto his face.
"He means, like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?" I elaborated. Stiles nodded and looked at Scott expectantly.
"Allison." Scott gave us a sheepish smile. I stared at him like he was an idiot.
"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" Stiles complained.
"Nothing else mattered." Scott confessed. Stiles stared at him like he was a lost cause.
"Awwww, that's beautiful and all, but could you been any less helpful." Scott rolled his eyes at me.
"But, no, that's good, though, right? 'Cause the night that Lydia was bit, she was with you." Scott told us his epiphony.
"Barely. Most of the time I was with Madison and Lydia was looking for Jackson." Stiles said. Scott sent me a smirk and I rolled my eyes.
"Wait a second!" I reached out and stopped Garrett as he was walking by us. "Garrett's not a love drunk idiot. He can do it!" Stiles face lite up as Garrett looked between us with apprehension.
"Do what?" Garrett asked, shuffling back and forth on his feet.
"What were you drawn to when you first turned?" Stiles rushed out quickly. Garrett blinked a few times.
"Oh." His face scrunched up in thought. "Well I really wanted to rip Raf's throat out, 'cause she was stopping me from leaving…I also really wanted to go into the woods…oh yeah, and then I wanted to find Peter…'cause he was my maker or whatever you want to call it."
"Well, we already have Derek on alert…so…I guess we talk to Jackson now…in case she's like Scott and is in love with that prick." I brainstormed. Stiles looked like he had been asked to swallow a rotten apple.
"Can't Garrett do it? Aren't you and Jackson friends or something?" Stiles asked Garrett. Garrett laughed loudly at him.
"That's funny. He just owed me. I hate the dude." Stiles frowned at him. "Good luck." He gave Stiles and Scott a pat on the shoulder before walking off.
"I hate your brother." Stiles voiced as we walked a little ways behind said person.
"Join the club." I laughed. Oh, wait! "Hey Stiles, before I forget, do you want to come over for dinner tonight?" Stiles stopped dead in his tracks to look at me. "My mom just wants to get to know you…or whatever…" I trailed off, blushing madly.
"Uhhh, sure. Sounds good…should I bring something…or?" Stiles let the suggestion hang.
"No, we'll be good. Be there at 7." Stiles nodded enthusiastically in response as he turned to head to the locker room. Stiles bumped into another student, who dropped her books. She let out a frustrated yell at Stiles, causing said boy to shrink back in fear, before she picked up her books and continued on her way.
Raf's POV:
"Why are we stalking him at school? Can't we just do it after school?" I complained. "Or maybe send a text?"
"I'm making sure nothing happens while he's at school." Derek growled out. I was annoying him. I smiled at the thought. Good. Jackson's heart rate suddenly sped up. Derek and I glanced at each other before slipping into the schools side doors. This school really needs to step up its security. We rounded the corner in time to see Jackson race into a door. When we got to it, I groaned. Seriously? The dude's bathroom? Derek smirked at my discomfort before we quietly walked into the bathroom. Jackson's frantic breathing and heartbeat came from the middle stall. I knocked on it quietly.
"I'm fine, Danny. Just go back to class." Jackson replied, still sounding panicked. I glanced at Derek, before nocking again. "Just give me a second, okay?" He called out. I jiggled the door, trying to open it without breaking school property. What was going on in there? "I said give me a frickin' second!" Jackson snapped at me. I looked to Derek, who was now impatient. He pushed the door till the lock fell off, grabbing Jackson by the scruff of his neck and pulling him out till Jackson was leaning on the sink as he looked at Derek and I in terror.
"Derek." Jackson said, looking at Derek in fear. He glanced at me. "Who are you again?"
"I'm Raf. I'm Madison's next door neighbor." I waved. Jackson looked at me a little confused before Derek drew Jackson attention as he took a step closer to him.
"You're looking a little pale there, Jackson." Derek stated calmly. "You feeling okay?" He brushed pretend dirt off of Jackson's shoulder, causing the boy to jump. This guy was really terrified of Derek and Derek seemed to be enjoying it a little too much.
"Never better." Jackson answered quietly. Derek stalked to Jackson's side, like he was stalking his prey, but Jackson turned with his movements, obviously not finding me a threat.
"If something's wrong, I need to know. You're with me now." Derek told him, losing the teasing tone in his voice.
"Wait. With you? Me with…with you?" Jackson let out a snobbish laugh as I went back to standing next to Derek. "What am I, your little pet? I mean, just because you gave me "the bite" doesn't mean I'm part of your little wolf pack."
"I can see why you bit him. Who wouldn't want to keep such a charming personality around?" I drawled sarcastically. Jackson glared at me while Derek gave me a look that was mixed with amusement and telling me to shut up.
"Sorry, but to be honest, you don't exactly show outstanding leadership qualities." Jackson told Derek.
"Is that so?" Derek sent him a sarcastic and smug smile. That face made me simultaneously want to melt, kiss him, and punch him all at the same time.
"Look, I've got my own agenda. Which doesn't involve running around the woods at night, howling at the moon with you, McCall, Garrett, and your little girlfriend, okay? So why don't you just back the…" Derek cut him off as he turned his head to the side, revealing black goo coming from Jackson's ear. I glanced at the other side, seeing it come from that ear too. "What is it? What's happening?"
"Your body's fighting the bite." Derek said slowly, looking at Jackson in confusion. I reached my hand up to touch the goo, but Derek grabbed it, stopping me.
"Why?" Jackson asked angrily, turning to face Derek and I. Derek began pulling me backward out of the bathroom with him.
"I don't know." Derek answered solemnly.
"What does it mean?" Jackson asked, panic now lacing his voice. Derek just shook his head at Jackson. "What does it mean?" Jackson demanded. Derek almost looked as if he had seen a ghost.
"Derek…are you okay?" Derek nodded absentmindedly.
"You should go to work." Derek said with a distractive tone of voice. He finally let go of my hand as he turned around to head to his car.
Madison's POV:
"Madison!" Scott called. Patrick and I stopped as we waited for him to catch up. "I need to ask you a favor…actually…both of you." Patrick and I exchanged worried glances. "Can you guys stay with Allison for her Aunt's funeral. Just at the burial."
"No." Patrick deadpanned before we both started walking again. Scott followed us.
"Aww, come on! I can't be there. And you know there is going to be a lot of news reporter's a-and cameras. Lydia's missing and she could really use a friend." Scott begged.
"Neither of us are her friends. In fact, her father wants to kill my little brother, so answers still no." Patrick sassed as we made our way to the car.
"Ok, well. Seriously, come on Madison. Just do it for me then! Your friend." Scott grabbed my arm, making me stop and look at him. How did he have such good puppy eyes?
"Fine. But I'm not going alone. You're coming, too." I pointed at Patrick. Patrick threw his hands up in the air as I slipped into the car.
"What! Are you freaking kidding me?" Patrick grumbled, slamming the car door behind him.
"You owe me McCall!" I yelled at Scott through the window he rolled his eyes at me but gave me a thumb up.
"All right, you two can come, but only this once." Mr. Argent told Patrick and I. I nodded while Patrick rolled his eyes. "If you want to keep those eyes in your head boy, don't roll them at me." Mr. Argent pointed a finger in Patrick's face. We've never really had a male authority figure in our life, and I could literally see Patrick's brain trying to figure out how to deal with one. "Once we get to the cemetery, we are going to make a formation around Allison. Her mother and I will be on either side. Patrick I want you in front of her, clearing the way. Madison you stay behind her, making sure she doesn't get lost. We understood?" We both nodded as Mrs. Argent and Allison came out of the house. Allison gave us grateful smiles as we filed into the car. To say that the car ride was long and awkward would be an understatement. Once we finally arrived at the cemetery, I was surprised by how many reporters there were. They literally swarmed the car. "Wait for me to get to the other side." Patrick nodded, facing the door as he braced himself. Mr. Argent came around, fighting through the sea of reporters as he let his wife out of the car.
"It's going to be ok." I whispered to Allison. She looked at me skeptically but nodded. Mr. Argent opened the door for Patrick to step out. Allison and I slid across the seat and got out of the same door. My 6' 8" brother parted the way through the crowd like Moses parted the red sea. I could see most of the reporters giving him a wide birth, hinting to the fact that he was glaring them down. Allison reached behind me and grabbed my hand as the reporters hurled questions and accusations at them. I could see that she was also clinging onto Patrick. A bold reporter rushed in front of Patrick, trying to shove his microphone past Patrick to Allison.
"Ms. Argent, how are you coping with the fact that your aunt, whom we are informed you were close with, is a serial killer?" The reporter asked. There was no time for anyone to respond, because Patrick yanked the guy up off his feat and shoved him into some other reporters. He quickly reached back for Allison and pulled us through the police barricade.
"I knew this was a bad idea." Mr. Argent muttered as he kept a hand around Allison. Patrick let them pass so he could come and walk beside me. He quickly checked me over for injuries.
"Well, it wasn't my idea." Mrs. Argent replied. They seemed on edge, and rightly so after the frenzy of reporters I had just seen.
"I tried telling him. But he insisted on making appoint of it." Mr. Argent confessed. Patrick and I exchanged confused glances. Who was he talking about?
"Well, if he insisted, then he can deal with this when he gets here." Mrs. Argent snapped.
"Who gets here?" Allison asked. So she didn't know either? That just made me all the more uncomfortable.
"Just sit down, sweetheart. Come on kids." Mrs. Argent quickly sat Patrick and I down on either side of Allison. Our attention was drawn by a commotion over near the press. An old man was talking to a kid that looked familiar. I think he went to our school. He snapped the kids SD car before handing him back his camera. The old man walked over to us. He sported a frown and looked as if he should have ominous music playing behind him whenever he walked.
"Christopher." The old man brought Mr. Argent in for a hug. The hug looked forced and uncomfortable.
"Gerard." He greeted back. Mrs. Argent stood from her seat next to Patrick and kissed either side of the old mans face in greeting.
"Do you remember me?" He asked Allison. Allison nodded slightly. Allison glanced over to a statue. Patrick and I looked in time to see something jerk back behind it. "Considering I haven't seen you since you were three, I don't suppose I can assume you'd call me Grandpa." The old guy asked. I kept looking at the statue, seeing Scott and Stiles poke their heads back out to watch. I gave Stiles a small smile, while Stiles sent me a salute. "So if it's comfortable, call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer Grandpa." The ceremony didn't last long at all. The pastor spoke a few words before they lowered the casket into the ground. As we stood to leave, Gerard spoke to Patrick and I. "And who might you two be?"
"I'm a friend of Allison's. This is my older brother. We just came to help her through the burial." I told him. "I'm Madison." He shook my hand with a firmer handshake than I thought he would be able to do.
"I'm Patrick." I could tell by the way their hands were straining that their handshake was much more aggressive than mine.
"Well, it was good to meet some of my granddaughter's friends." He told us, giving us a creepy smile. "I look forward to getting to know you both." Gerard said the last part more to Patrick, keeping his eyes trained on him before walking off.
"Well that was creepy as hell." I muttered. Patrick grunted in agreeance. I looked to see Stiles off near the edge of the woods. He was jumping, trying to get my attention. He began to motion me over toward him.
"Is that Stiles?" Allison asked from next to me.
"Yes, would it be alright with you if I left with him?" Allison sent me a mischievous smirk.
"Sure. And thanks for today." I nodded in response and jogged over to Stiles. Stiles quickly took my hand and dragged me into the woods.
"Good thing I didn't wear heals. What are we doing?" I asked as we finally stopped running once we reached Scott. I leaned over to pant.
"Something attacked an ambulance and the victim inside." We snuck up on the ambulance, watching from the distance.
"What the hell is Lydia doing?" Stiles asked. We didn't answer for a second as we tried to come up with a reason.
"I don't know." Scott confessed.
"It could be something else, not Lydia." I suggested.
"What kept you from doing that, was it Allison?" Stiles asked.
"I hope so." Scott whispered back.
"Well Garrett didn't do any of this either, and he didn't have the love of his life to stop him." I butted in.
"Do you need to get closer?" Stiles asked Scott. Scott sniffed the air, and I held in one of many dog jokes.
"No, I got it." Scott moved to go and follow the scent, but he stopped Scott.
"Just…I just need you to find her. All right. She wouldn't be in this mess if I hadn't of told Peter to bite her. I should have gotten more help. Please just…just find her." Stiles said, his voice full of guilt.
"I will." Scott said softly, realizing how big of a deal this was to Stiles' conscious. We watched as Scott ran off.
"Should we go talk to your dad, see what happened?" I asked. Stiles nodded in agreeance before helping me up. We walked up to the crime scene, straight to Stiles' dad.
"This should really stop surprising me. What are you doing here Stiles?" The Sheriff groaned.
"We just wanted to see what was going on." Stiles responded casually, as if we were on an evening stroll and just happened to come across it.
"At least you're expanding who you bring along with you." Sheriff responded, glancing at me. I smiled widely at him.
"So did this guy get his liver eaten like the last one?" Stiles asked. The Sheriff blew out a long breathe before nodding his head.
"Now, you want to explain to me what you and Scott were doing at the cemetery?" The Sheriff asked, crossing his arms. Stiles stuck his hands in his pockets, shuffling awkwardly.
"Just…" Stiles paused and turned his full attention to the edge of the forest. "Lydia?" I whipped my head around, nearly giving myself whiplash. "Lydia?!" Stiles voice sounded relieved. Lydia had her hands over her chest as she shivered, leaves and sticks stuck in her red hair. She seemed not to notice us. "Lydia!" Stiles yelled, bringing her out of her trance.
"Well…is anyone gonna get me a coat?" Stiles grabbed at his dad's jacket as he attempted to cover his eyes, resulting in him falling flat on his face. I let out a snort before running to Lydia and pulling her into a hug as I put my own long coat around her.
Raf's POV:
"Video game time is over. We have a lead on Lydia." I closed Garrett's laptop after he ignored me the first two times that I told him.
"DUDE! I DIDN'T SAVE!" Garrett yelled at me. I just rolled my eyes.
"Stop farting around, let's go. Derek's waiting." I grabbed Garrett's elbow as I dragged him out of his house.
"Let's not keep all mighty king Derek waiting." Garrett snarked under his breathe as we made out way to the woods. "Oh my God, are we running again?"
"Yes. Now hurry up." We ran in silence till we heard growling in the distance.
"Is that a werewolf fight?" Garrett asked as we paused.
"Yes. Let's go." Derek said, coming out of nowhere and giving me a heart attack. I didn't get a chance to say anything, because Derek started running again. We caught up to the pair in time to see some unknown wolf get strung up. Garrett and I joined Scott in staring at him. Derek however grabbed Scott, pulling him off to the side. The wolf looked at me, blinking a few times. "Raf, get over here." I snapped out of my daze, realizing that hunters were approaching. I grabbed Garrett and pulled him behind the tree that Derek and Scott were hiding behind.
"What are you doing? I can help him." Scott struggled against Derek's hold on him.
"They're already here." Derek told him.
"I can help him!" Scott insisted a little too loudly.
"Quiet!" I snapped, seeing the approaching Hunters. We watched silently as they circled the omega hanging in the trees. The wolf growled at them, still trying to fight. Chris pulled out a baton and electrocuted him with it. I felt Garrett gripping on the back of my shirt. Sometimes I forgot how young he was.
"Who are you?" Chris asked the wolf. The wolf didn't answer. "What are you doing here?"
"Nothing. Nothing, I swear." The wolf answered him, panting a little.
"You're not from here, are you?" The wolf didn't respond to Chris' question. "ARE YOU?" He yelled.
"No." The wolf whimpered. "No, I came…I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all." Derek and I glanced at each other. How could he have heard about Derek already? He had only been an Alpha for 2 days. Maybe he was talking about Peter. "Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear."
"Gentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight. You wanna tell them what we've caught?" The older guy asked Chris. Why did this old guy look so familiar?
"An Omega." Chris said.
"The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack. Or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. And possibly alone by his own choice. Certainly not a wise choice." The old guy ranted.
"Not alone." The omega whispered at a voice level that only a supernatural could hear. I saw him glance over us. "Not alone." Derek and I exchanged confused expressions. The old man walked over to the side and came back with a sword. I grabbed Derek's arm as Garrett let out a soft whimper behind me.
"Because, as I am about to demonstrate, an omega rarely survives on his own." The old man swung through the omega's body, slicing him in half. My hand tightened around Derek's arm, but I didn't look away. We watched as intestines fell from the top half of the body. Flopping down like spaghetti falling from a fork.
"Look. Look at them!" Derek forced Scott and Garrett to look at the fallen omega. "You see what they do? This is why you two need me. Why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together."
"What are they doing?" Scott asked, voice soft and weak.
"Declaring war." I answered softly, having seen this situation a few times before. Garrett made a soft groaning sound behind me. "Don't you dare vomit this close to them." Derek and I dragged Scott and Garrett away from the hunters, before sending them on their way.
"Where are you going?" Derek asked.
"The wolf said he wasn't alone. I'm going to find the others so I can warn them." I told him. Derek grabbed my arm before I could go anywhere.
"He probably meant us." Derek told me.
"Or he could have not meant us. I'm not letting that happen to anyone else. So help me or just go back to your train car." I ripped my arm from his grip and began retracing the omega's steps. I heard a sigh behind me and footsteps as Derek followed me. I smirked to myself. "Knew you couldn't stay away from my dazzling charm."
"More like I'm making sure you don't get caught by hunters." Derek said as he rolled his eyes at me. Suddenly the strange scent from the night before came into my nose.
"Do you smell that?" I asked. Derek sniffed and shook his head. I sniffed again, letting my senses take over. I followed the sweet addictive smell, letting it grow stronger every second.
"What are you doing? There's no smell." Derek growled as he got annoyed. Right as he growled, I heard it; a heart beat starting to race. Derek froze, obviously hearing it too. We looked to the noise, which was coming from turned to a fallen tree. Derek walked over and threw it out of the way. There, cowering on the ground in front of us was a little girl with chocolate hair that had white strands through it. She looked like she couldn't be any older than 4. Dirt, leave, and twigs stuck to her hair and clothes. Her yellow eyes glowed at us as she let out a growl before they faded to a chocolate brown. Well, didn't see that coming.
Fun Fact: When Raf came to Beacon Hills and found that the Hales were no longer there, she decided to go see a movie while she decided on her next plan. She went to a viewing of Ponyo. During the movie she sat by three young teenagers; two boys and a girl. During the movie the girls commentary made her laugh so hard, she went and hung out with them. They were the first friends she made outside her sleuth. Not wanting to leave them, she decided to stay for a while. The three teenagers where Patrick, Madison, and Garret.