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Chapter Thirty-Seven:

The Awakening

Chapter Song: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons / Psychotic Girl by The Black Keys

There was a strong pounding in my head and my throat felt tight, not to mention itchy. In fact, it felt really tight, like I had a weight pressed against it. My lungs felt heavy and constricted and I was in dire need to breath…but I was asleep. At least I thought I was, my eyes were closed and my head felt like it was in another world—like I was dreaming. But the urge to breathe became more and more urgent and it became so overpowerful, it woke me up.

I woke up in a gasp on the floor. Where was I? My eyes shifted around to examine my surroundings. Derek's lair. A sleeping Scott was on the floor next to me. I sat up, my eyes turning red as I recalled the events of last night. Derek was standing there, staring at me with interest.

"I'm going to kill her." I growled, venomous hatred dripping from every word. I stood up, feeling wobbly on my feet but I didn't show it.

"No need." Derek simply said and like that, my eyes went back to normal.

"What?" I almost gasped.

"You can't tell Scott." He nudged his head towards the passed out wolf.

"You killed her? Derek!" I wanted to do that!

"I didn't kill her. I bit her." Even worse!

"Derek!"

"What'd you expect me to do?" He yelled, "she stabbed me, took both of you and poisoned you with wolfsbane! How'd she find out about that? I thought it was a secret."

"She caught me on tape. I got in a fight with Jackson."

"You got in a fight with Jackson." He repeated.

"I may or may not have been in the area and just so happened to see the two fighting each other and I just helped out Scott." I defended, bending the truth just a little bit.

"Katherine." Derek didn't buy it.

"Okay! I punched him a few times, but its not like I wanted to! But that's beside the point. She caught me on tape. She saw and she knows and now Chris and Gerard probably do too."

"Perfect. Everything's going great." Derek sarcastically snarled. My attention focused on my passed out best friend.

"Why is he taking so long to get up?" I asked Derek, staring at Scott.

"He's healed. He's sleeping." I rolled my eyes walking over to Scott and I nudged him with my heels.

"Come on wolf boy, up and at 'em. I'm human and I healed faster than you." My voice rang. Scotts head rolled to the side and he groaned as he woke up. "Good boy." I smirked.

"You're Satan trapped in a 5'7 body." He groaned as his head fell back.

"Yeah, yeah, heard it before." It was time to figure out a plan for Jackson.

Monday night I awoke with a cold shiver going down my spine. My room was pitch black, besides the natural light of an almost full moon shining through my window and the red glow of my alarm clock. Ten to three, just great. I felt wide-awake.

"Insomnia is unfortunate, isn't it?" Peter's voice echoed through the quiet room. My heart jumped out of my chest. He was sitting on my bed beside me.

"If you're trying to give me a heart attack, you've officially succeeded." I spat, covering a hand over my heart.

"My apologies."

"Leave me alone," I groaned, "I want to sleep."

"I thought it'd be the perfect time for our little chat."

"No." I forcefully said.

"Funny, Lydia said the same thing." He chuckled.

"Lydia? Oh my God, you're doing this to her to." I realized. The poor girl. She didn't know of anything supernatural yet the man that attacked her was appearing in her head.

"That's the plan, Katherine. And it's all coming up very soon. Sooner than you'd think. It was the plan all along. Lydia and you, the two immune beauties…" I was about to throw up, "…Lydia was my original way to come back. I wanted to add you to my pack, but apparently you were immune also. What are the chances? But then, after both of you were bitten and my dear old nephew killed me, a new plan formed. To use both of you—Lydia for her popularity and you for your exclusiveness to the Beacon Hills werewolf club." He chuckled.

"Funny." I sarcastically said. I couldn't believe his plan. It was genius, evil, but genius. "I'm not going to do anything for you." I protested.

"You may not want to, but you're going to have to. No choice involved."

"Get away! From both of us! Just leave Lydia and me out of this."

"Lydia will be left out once I am done with her. Though she may need to get questions answered. But as for you, Katherine, the second you entered Derek's world you weren't able to be left out of it."

He was so right I hated it.

I knew I was crazy but I must have been absolutely freakin' insane. I was sitting in the Argent household, specifically in Allison's room, with a crazed Victoria Argent lurking somewhere downstairs. Scared wasn't the word, I was absolutely petrified to be in the same house as the women that tried to kill me just a few nights ago. But hey, it's not like I hadnt done it before….cough, cough Kate Argent. I knew Victoria wouldn't try anything with Allison in the house with me, but still. I didn't want to be anywhere near that psycho. Allison and I had walked into the house together, and to my luck Victoria, Chris, and Gerard were nowhere to be seen. My guess was they were all in the basement thinking of a plan to do with Victoria's Alpha bite, but what did I know. I couldn't happen to wonder if Allison knew that her mother was in line for death row at the moment. And by the looks of it, she didn't. She was too happy. Not to long after our arrival, a certain red head startled me as she came barging into the room telling us to clear our schedules as she held up several shopping bags.

"You're coming to my party tonight, right Katherine?" Lydia looked up from the dozens of colorful dresses laid out on Allison's bed. There was no trace of hate in her voice. It was a sincere question. That was surprising for Lydia. The two of us had grown more cordial towards each other over the past few weeks, so I guess Lydia didn't entirely hate me since that whole being locked in Scott's house trying to save her from a 'break in' event.

"Yeah." I replied with a smile and began rummaging through the piles of clothes. Lydia and Allison were exchanging brief conversation that I had blocked out until another women entered the room with a knock.

"Mrs. Argent!" Lydia cheerily greeted. My head shot up and looked to the mom in great fear and wide eyes. She looked sad, I could tell. And somehow I felt a tiny bit of guilt deep inside me. Derek caused that. "What do you think of this one?" Lydia held up a blue dress to her small frame.

"It's lovely," her eyes grazed over me for less than half a second but focused on Allison, "Allison, can I grab you for a moment to, uh, talk? Just the, uh, two of us?"

"Can we do it later?" The teen replied.

"Uh, to be honest sooner would be, would be better." Victoria was rubbing her shoulder subconsciously. That tiny pang of guilt I had washed over me and blew up like a bomb. I was drenched in it.

"Parties at ten." Lydia added.

"You'll be around before then?"

"Uh, I think so." Allison was getting frustrated.

"You think so?" Her mom tried to muster a smile.

"I don't know." Allison barked and lastly shrugged. Victoria stared at us for a moment and finally left the room as the three of us got back to our personal fashion show.

"Happy birthday!" Allison smiled.

"Yeah, happy birthday Lydia." I did the same. Lydia graciously smiled to both of us. I was somewhat excited for her party, but also a bit nervous. It was the full moon and God knows that nothing good ever happened on a full moon.

There were very few things Lydia Martin couldn't do. Luckily for Beacon Hills High School, throwing a party wasn't one of them. There was one for everything imaginable—every Lacrosse victory, every friend's birthday, even ones 'just because'. After pulling my car up to the Martin household five after ten, I found myself inside the large home that wasn't swarming with crazed high schoolers. Actually, there was like three people here. Was I early? I had caught up with Scott and Stiles, who were informing me of what they had found out—the Kanima master hated the swim team…specifically the 2006 swim team. My beautiful but quite uncomfortable strappy heels clicked on the wooden floors as the three of us ventured outside. The short, black scuba zipper dress Lydia had given me clung tightly to my figure. The three of us soon joined up with Allison, who Scott was apparently in a fight with. She wanted us to do something since absolutely nobody was coming to this party and it'd be horrible to have a Lydia Martin birthday turn out to be a disaster.

It was on a full moon…this was bound to be a disaster party guests or not.

"She's completely ignored Stiles' the past ten years." Scott pointed out to Allison's comment of how we ignored Lydia the past two weeks.

"I prefer to think of it as me not being on her radar yet…" Stiles defended.

"Whatever makes you sleep at night." I patted him on the back.

"We don't owe her a party." Scott shrugged.

"What about the chance to get back to normal? She wouldn't be the town wackjob if it wasn't for us." Okay, maybe Allison was right. It was our fault. All of us decided that we'd text as many people as we could to get this party going. It was almost pathetic to watch Lydia standing on the other side of the pool with a tray of alcoholic punch in her hand patiently waiting for her guests to celebrate the most important day of the year with her.

"Lydia's so cute." Stiles mused, looking at the girl a while after the party had gotten up and running. Tons of people were here, thanks to Scott, Stiles, and I of course. Lydia's bright blue eyes were lined with velvety black liner, her strawberry blonde hair spilled down her back in thick waves, and her dress clung tightly to every curve her body had to offer. She looked flawless, as usual.

"Yeah, so is a mountain lion but you don't pet it." I retorted. My eyes fell on Scott, whose eyes were glued to Allison throughout the night. He was acting strange, feeling the effects of the full moon. And I surprisingly felt nothing. He was depressed with his fight with Allison and he was the idiot who wouldn't apologize.

"Listen to me carefully, this is golden girl advice. Anytime a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, he's done something wrong. Trust me." I told him.

"I'm not apologizing." He refused once again. Him and Stiles went on a rant with each other how something needed to go write and for some strange reason, I couldn't focus.

"...like Matt I'm going to stab myself in the face!" Stiles cried.

"Don't stab yourself in the face."

"Why not?"

"Because Jacksons here." Scott stood up. All our eyes grew wide as we watched Jackson slowly walk in and Lydia hand him a glass of punch. He stared directly at us, and it wasn't his usual 'I-hate-you' glares. It was something more dangerous and fatal than that.

Pushing my way past drunken, screaming teens, I sauntered over to the drink table silently chanting 'ew, don't touch me, move, don't touch me' and grabbing a glass of the coral colored punch.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Peter warned, appearing on the other side of the table. I just stared at him, lifting the glass to my now smirking lips, I downed half the cup in front of him and turned on my heel in search of Scott. Instead, I found Matt.

"Hey." I smiled, almost yelling over the loud music.

"Hey." He replied, nodding his head.

"I didn't think you'd come." I was the one to text him after all the details.

"Neither. I wasn't planning on it until you texted me."

"Really?" He nodded his head. "I'm glad you did." Another smile spread across my face. "Hey, thanks again for the rave tickets. It was awesome." Yeah the fifteen minutes I spent in there. Awesome.

"I barely saw you."

"Yeah I know, tons of people, major crowd. Felt like I was suffocating half the time." I chuckled and took a few more sips of my drink before I realized it was empty. "I'm gonna go get another drink, want some?"

"I'm good. We'll catch up later." He seemed tense, abnormally tense. I couldn't help but wonder what was up with him.

Five and a half drinks later, I couldn't tell if I was drunk or that my hangover was coming early. I felt dizzy and confused, and apparently now with Scott. Yeah, I was probably drunk. I think. Scott was glaring up the long flight of stairs angrily. His eyes were focused on the empty window seat. I observed him from far away, I tried my hardest to look at Scott but the phone blinking red from his back pocket kept catching my attention. My eyes focused on the phone. Who'd be calling him? All his friends were here, his mom was at work, and the only one who'd have a reason to call him would be….Derek.

Can't have Scott intervening with Derek, now could we?

"You okay?" I patted Scott's back and slowly reached into the back pocket of his jeans and slyly slid the phone out. He didn't seem to notice even with those werewolf senses of his.

"I'm fine. I need to find Stiles." He mumbled and rushed away without another word. Wow, was it something I said? Whatever, that was fine with me. Waiting till he was out of sight, I stared at the phone seeing a missed call and voicemail from Derek. Hm, I was right. I put the phone to my ear and listened to the message Derek had left.

"Scott, can you call me back I'm probably gonna need some help." He hung up. His voice sounded urged and worried and I could hear chains rattling in the background. I looked at the phone screen again and pressed delete with a grin on my face. Looks like Derek wasn't going to get any help tonight. This was going to be one hell of a night for him.

I found myself wandering upstairs not to long after I deleted Derek's message from Scott's phone. My head felt weird, like I was limboing in and out of reality. I eventually realized I had walked into the guest room and closed the door behind me. Putting the glass down on the dresser I took a deep breath. Finally, some piece and quiet. I took a breather trying to relieve my pounding head and it helped a fair amount. Okay, time to get back to the party.

I turned on my heel and gasped as I came face to face with a pair of dark brown eyes. They didn't belong to Peter.

They belonged to me.

And the girl standing in front of me, was me.

"Hello, Katherine." She had my voice. There was that sadistic, sarcastic ring to it when she spoke. The twin Katherine was dressed in all black, her hair curled into the same style as mine. She looked like me, she spoke like me, and she even had the same body language as me. She stood straight up tall, her confident posture making me feel almost inferior. What the hell was this?

"Who are you?" The twin cocked her head, a suspicious smile lifting her pink tainted lips.

"You."

"That can't be."

"Well it is." The twin spat. All the blood was rushing to my jaw as I felt a rush of adrenaline, and not the good kind. My hands began to clam up and my skin grew hot. This dress was suddenly three sizes to small for me, I was being constricted in it.

"But…but…" I stuttered with a frown growing on my face. I was so confused, and partially drunk so that was definitely not helping.

"Oh stop pouting," The twin rolled her eyes, "you're sooo pathetic."

"You're not me." I felt vulnerable, terrified, weak, confused. Never in my life have I felt so weak before. Not even when Kate had kidnapped me. This person, this other me, made everything in my body and my mind stop. She had an advantage over me that Kate never had—she knew everything.

"You're right." She corrected in such a strong voice, "I'm the better version of you. The stronger, the meaner, the bitchier. I'm future you." Her eyes blazed red while a smirk graced her lips. Wow, we really were twins.

"You're an Alpha?" My heart sank. I was going to be a future Alpha? But I was immune, I couldn't be. The pounding in my head worsened the more confused I became.

"I'm not some pathetic little human, aren't I? I mean, look what I can do." She chuckled, staring behind me. I looked to where her gaze followed and saw Derek on the floor, his eyes dead and clothes all bloody and ripped.

"Oh my God." I gasped, rushing over to him. I tried shaking him, but he wouldn't wake up. A pool of blood was forming underneath him. I was pulled up by the back of my dress, my twin having a fist full of fabric in her hand.

"Aww, bye, bye Derek." She mockingly sympathized with a pout of her plump lips. "Now bye, bye you." She hissed with venom in her voice and then she threw me into the closed wooden door. I squeezed my eyes shut in pain as I fell to the floor and expected to be struck again. Instead, I never felt impact. Cautiously I opened my eyes and saw someone else standing in front of me. Someone much worse than myself.

"Hello, princess." Kate Argent smirked. She leaned down and grabbed me by the throat, pulling me up and pressing my back forcefully against the door. How was she here? She was dead!

"Long time no see, huh? Bet you missed me." She chuckled. "And I sure missed this." With a snarl, she wrang her hand back and went in to punch my face. I lifted my hands up to block my face and closed my eyes in fear of what was next, but nothing ever happened. I slowly moved my hands from my face and looked at the scene. There was no bloody, dead Derek, there was no Kate Argent, and there was no double of me. I was the only one in here. There wasn't any blood on the floor, there wasn't anything. The room was perfectly untouched. That was all a hallucinating…did Peter cause that? I needed to sit. My head was spinning and I was five seconds away from passing out on the floor. Taking a seat on the bed, I gave myself a minute to catch my breath. My pulse was pounding in my veins and my head rattled in pain. Downstairs I could hear the joyful cries of drunken teens and the music outside could almost shake the house. I sat in silence, chomping down on my lip and squeezing my eyes shut to blank out the world…especially what just happened.

"I told you not to drink it." Oh no, it was happening again. I opened my watery eyes to realize the voice belonged to Peter, not Kate nor twin Katherine. While I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the wall, I could hear him on the other side of the room.

"You did that. Leave me alone." My voice cracked. I was so pathetically weak.

"Actually no, Lydia would be the one responsible." Peter walked around the bed and came to me. My jaw tightened.

"Leave me alone." I whispered.

"Is that what you really want?" He cocked his head, his eyes burrowing into me.

"Yes! Get out of my head." I growled. My emotions were turning from sad to angry in a matter of two point five seconds.

"I'm glad we have that in common." Peter smiled. He was up to something. I looked towards him with a terrified, yet confused, expression on my face. "And I'm glad the both of us would go at any lengths to get it." Before I asked what he meant by that, my head began throbbing harder and harder to the point I could concentrate anymore. I wanted to scream out in pain, even ask Peter for help…but he disappeared. The pounding became worse; it was like my brain was clawing out through my thick skull. My insides felt like they were on fire, like they were seconds away from exploding. I felt like I was dying. And just like that, everything stopped. I couldn't feel anything. My body became numb, I became stiff, my eyes were shrouded with darkness as black dots danced over my vision, and my mind didn't remember anything.

I wasn't myself anymore.

"Katherine, what are you doing in here?" Lydia Martin asked defensively, entering the guest room I was sitting in. I could barely hear her squeaky voice. I was in a trance. I didn't have any will to move my body; not a thought ran through my head. I was like a robot. I couldn't control myself. My body stood up from the bed and my eyes glared at Lydia, who seemed to also be in somewhat of a trance.

"Lydia," my legs walked one step towards her, "thank you for being the inside job to this." The girl simply stared at me. She didn't find anything about this conversation odd, it's almost as if she expected it. "But I have it covered from here." I didn't feel it, but my fist had come in contact with her face and I had punched her. I felt nothing. No remorse, no emotion, no feeling of touch. The weak red head fell to the floor unconscious. My eyes simply looked down at her without processing one thought about I had just done. I picked her petite body up and dragged her over to the guest bed, throwing her body like a rag doll on top of the bedspread and leaving her there as if she had passed out. None of these intoxicated teenagers would realize the difference. I reached into the pocket of her beige leather jacket and pulled out a small, glass bottle filled with a purple powder. Staring at it for a moment, I clutched it in my hand and exited the room calmly, shutting the door behind me. I found myself walking through crowds of teens and finally out the front door with a creepy smile on my lips and my car keys jingling in my hands. The night sky was lit up with a bright full moon that I couldn't help but smile to. I loved it. I needed it. Not once did I feel the cool air hit my bare arms or legs.

I felt nothing.

The drive was long and one big haze. None of it was worth remembering, none of this was worth remembering. Part of my mind had no clue where I was going because my thought slate was blank, but I was driving as if I had a purpose and a place to be. Many minutes later, my foot had pressed on the break and parked in an abandoned area that no girl should have ever gone to alone. The car door shut. I never heard it. My feet dragged me onwards.

Almost there.

I emptied the bottle of purple powder into my palm and clutched it tightly, making sure not to drop one speck. I didn't feel the burning sensation it was sending through my skin. Though I never heard the voices of Derek Hale or Isaac Lahey downstairs, I knew I was in the right place. Something inside of me could feel it. While going down the steep flight of stairs in such high heels would usually do me in, I couldn't feel my ankles or myself walking. It was like I was air. I continued on through the abandoned station, also known as Derek Hale's hideout. It was when I was robotically and silently passing one of the train carts when Derek exited another. He had sensed me coming. There was no such thing as creeping up on him, I knew that even in the state I was in at the moment. He was bloody, dirty, and torn—the result of a full moon with his beta's. He looked physically exhausted. Derek frowned as he turned to look at me.

"Katherine?" He said, much surprise in his voice. He had known I was at Lydia's party, so why was I here? I blinked, giving him no answer. He didn't move as he watched me advance towards him, but he was getting suspicious as he caught the blank, vacant look in my eyes. I then finally stop. Lifting my hand, I sent the purple wolfsbane powder adrift with one blow of my breath. The powder landed on his face and shoulders, sticking to the drying blood, in the creases of his eyes and nose, and the stubble he had lately failed to shave off. Derek lost all mobility and collapsed. With one last long, blank, and lingering stare at his comatose body, I went along on my journey and dragged him with all the strength I could rally.

It had been hard, but not too hard of a task. This was happening no matter what. I had thrown Derek in the trunk of the car and had lifelessly driven to the old Hale house and as of now, I dragged him by the arm over the dusty wooden planks of his charred home.

"Katherine." He weakly pleaded as he was arising to consciousness. I barely heard him.

So close.

"Katherine." He repeats. His voice is still weak but his breathing heavies as he comes to realize where he is. I dragged him over to the whole in the floor that Lydia had created. Inside was Peter Hale's scorched and dead body. I dropped his arm on the ground and got down on my knees.

"Katherine, stop." His voice was growing stronger. I wont listen. It's not like I could. I wasn't in my body; I wasn't the one controlling it. That's what Derek didn't understand.

I was going to be free whether Derek liked it or not. He was the only answer to my freedom.

Taking Derek's arm, I placed it in the hole to touch Peters head. I stared at the dead ex-alpha's body for a moment, taking it all in but not thinking a single thought at the same time. I wrapped Peter's burnt hand around Derek's forearm.

"You don't know what you're doing." His voice was back to being but a whisper. He let out an exhausted breath.

Oh he didn't know how right he was.

My body rose once again and looked around for what Lydia had set up. The mirrors. With one last look of the beautiful moon through a hole in the house roof and upper floors, I adjusted the mirror and the light reflected off of it and to the others, it all forming a pentagram with its light beams. The streams of light reflected down onto Peter's face. The plan was working perfectly. I got down on my knees once again only a foot away from Derek and sat on my legs. I was here to offer my blood to the weak werewolf, I knew he needed Derek's to rise, but he needed mine for strength. Would he take it? The current Alpha screamed out in pain as Peter dug his claws into Derek's flesh, his eyes went from their blood red color to their usual green. The plan had worked. The wooden boards exploded around us and Peter rose from his grave.

My job here was done.

Derek weakly scooted away from Peter's slowly rising, dusty body.

"I heard there was a party." His voice felt so real. Even though it felt one hundred percent real when he was in my head, he was really here now. This wasn't a hallucination. This was the real Peter. I stared up at him, my eyes gawking in awe and terror. His head rose and he stared directly at Derek and me. "Don't worry, I invited myself." His voice was sadistic and sarcastic, a smirk forming on his dirty lips.

Peter Hale was back.

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