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It took a lot of effort to write this, cuz things have been tough lately, but I knew I kept you guys waiting too long so I just sat down and wrote it. Sorry if there are any mistakes/misspellings.
I hope you guys like it. Hopefully I can write the next chapter next week!
It was nearly two in the morning, when Addie was awoken by the incessant ringing of her phone. It was less than a minute later when she ran into her godfathers room, and woke him up as well. And twenty minutes later when they both showed up to the vet clinic and found an unconscious Scott with an exhausted looking Derek.
For the third time in the recent twenty-four hours, Addie had found herself sitting in the rather large office chair in the waiting room of the clinic. She tiredly ran her hands over her face and looked up as Derek walked out of the back room, where Deaton was currently treating Scott.
"What happened?" she asked quietly, mumbling through her hands which covered her face.
Derek stiffened, and stopped in front of her, on the other side of the desk. "Don't worry about it. Deaton said he was going to be alright, so that's all you should worry about."
Addie dropped her hands onto the desk and gawked up at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Derek turned his head away, but Addie could see his face hardened. "It means, I agree with Deaton. You need to stay out of this. All of this."
Clenching her fists, Addie pushed herself out of the chair and angrily stood up. "I'm not just going to abandon my friends."
Derek turned his gaze back to her. "And as your friend, I'm asking you to step back and stay out of the line of fire."
"I don't have the choice to stay out of it, seeing as how I already have a target on my back like the rest of you." Addie seethed.
"You wouldn't have one, if you had just stayed away in the first place." Derek retorted.
"Oh get off you're high horse, Derek!" Addie exclaimed, "I've had a target on my back since the minute I was born, just like you. We can't outrun our pasts, just like we can't fight our destinies."
"So you think this war against the Argent's and the kanima, is our destiny? You are so warped." Derek said shaking his head and turning to make his way out of the clinic.
"There are witches, werewolves and kanima's out there, but you don't believe in fate or destiny? C'mon Derek, your parents raised better than that!"
Derek froze at the door, and Addie could see the anger shake through his shoulders. "Don't you ever, talk about my parents." he seethed out.
"Laura believed in fate... Hell, she was the one who taught me to believe in it as well." Addie continued, not fearing his potential outburst. "And she always said that you were meant to be alpha, even though you were the youngest in your family... And you're just throwing that away."
"If you haven't noticed, I am the alpha." Derek said with his back to her, and even though she couldn't see his face, she was sure he was glaring.
"No you're not." she scoffed. "You're the scared little boy, playing the leader of a bunch of scared little kids."
He turned his head slightly, this time Addie could see the hard glare in his eyes.
"You have so much potential..." Addie continued in a soft voice. "But you're just so...Broken, that you can't let yourself trust anyone. You won't knock down this wall that you created, and just trust the people who care about you. You are the one, who won't let yourself be the alpha that we both know you are supposed to be."
The tension in his shoulders slowly faded away and he looked down at the floor dejectedly. "I don't know what I'm doing." he admitted quietly. "But I can't let anymore people die because of my mistakes." Without waiting for a response, he reached for the door in front of him and hastily exited, leaving Addie to drown in the aftermath of their conversation.
Sighing, she leaned her forearms against the counter and laid her head on her fists. She was startled when the bell above the main door rang again; she closed her eyes and sighed once more, expecting it to be Derek coming back for round two of their argument.
Lifting her head, she was surprised to see the friendly face of Alicia Morrell. Alicia had recently become the counselor at Beacon Hills High School, but Addie had yet to see her while roaming the halls. Addie had met Alicia a handful of times in her life, and she had always been nice and easy-going in Addie's eyes. Alicia only visited a couple of times a year, mainly to converse with Deaton over an 'important subject' that Addie had only recently learned to be about witchcraft. It was easy to see a family resemblance between her and Deaton, they both had the dark skin and inquisitive eyes. Addie had never delved into the topic of Deaton's family, but she had always assumed Alicia was his niece.
"Shouldn't you be at home, in bed?" Alicia asked, breaking Addie out of her thoughts.
"It's kinda hard to sleep, when you find out a friend of yours almost died." Addie replied, pushing her arms off of the counter and standing straight.
The door of the examination room swung open and Deaton stepped out. He eyed Alicia, before giving her a curt nod and turning to Addie. "I already called Stiles, he's going to tell Scott's mother that he is spending the night at his place. And he is already on his way to meet you at home." He dug through his pockets and threw his keys out to his god-daughter, which she fumbled to catch. "You better hurry, or else he might break in again. I'm thinking of just getting that boy a key, I don't think I can handle another lecture about leaving our windows unlocked."
Addie gave Deaton a weak smile. "I'll see you at home. And it was nice to see you again Ms. Morrell." she said before turning on her heels and exiting the clinic.
"Where does your dad think you are?" Addie asked as she laid her head down tiredly on Stiles' chest.
"Scott's, but I wouldn't doubt it if he knew I was actually here." Stiles replied. "He probably has my phone bugged, and knows where I am at all times."
"Well he's the Sheriff, he has those kinda connections." Addie said with a yawn.
"He was fired." Stiles said in a quiet, sad voice.
"What?!" Addie exclaimed, pushing herself up onto her elbows to look at him.
Stiles frowned, clearly upset at this fathers unemployment. "Apparently having a delinquent son with a restraining order issued by the towns well-respected lawyer, is frowned upon."
"I'm so sorry." Addie responded, not knowing what else to say.
Stiles shook his head, and his face held determination. "Don't be. We're gonna find out who's killing all these people, and my dad's gonna get his job back. And everything is going to be back to normal."
Addie lowered herself back down, and propped her chin on his chest. "I'm liking this new-found optimism."
Looking down at her, he gave her a small half-smile. "Well, that's what happens when you hit rock bottom. There's nowhere to go now but up."
Addie frowned slightly at his words. "Unfortunately, I don't think we've hit rock bottom yet. I can still feel a storm on the horizon."
"Something bad's gonna happen." Stiles stated. "I can feel it too... But when is that ever new, here in Beacon Hills?" he tried to joke.
Addie turned her head and laid her cheek on Stiles' chest once again. "Not bad..." she corrected. "Horrible... Something horrible is going to happen."
A dull continuous ringing slowly dragged Addie out of her sleep. Propping herself on her elbows, she saw the clock besides her bed read just a little before one thirty in the afternoon. She also saw that the spot that Stiles had previously occupied was empty. Reaching her hand over, she laid her hand down on the sheets and noticed that they felt cold. Addie frowned in realization that it had been a while since he had left, yet he had not woken her to say goodbye.
It was then that Addie heard the ringing again, and she turned her head to her bedroom door, trying to produce the energy to get up and answer the door.
With a sigh, she threw her sheets off her body and tiredly pulled herself to her feet. The journey from her bedroom to across the living room was extremely long, 'It's never been this long before, someone must have changed it when I wasn't looking.' she thought tiredly.
When she reached the door, she leaned her left hand against the door frame, and used all her strength to pull the heavy door open. When the door was barely opened, the person on the other side barreled in with a huff, knocking through Addie's arm and making her almost fall.
"Finally! I've been waiting for like five minutes!" said the intruder in an irritated tone.
Addie looked up surprised, having not expected for it to be Lydia. "What are you doing here?" she asked timidly, gently re-closing the door and turning the face her friend.
"I need to borrow some things for my party." Lydia said simply with a shrug of her shoulders.
Internally, Addie groaned and she wanted to slap herself on the forehead. 'Crap, I totally forgot it's Lydia's birthday today.' She bit her lip and quickly tried to recover, "Of course. But uh why can't you just go to the store?"
"Because I have things I need to do, and shopping isn't one of them." Lydia replied, before turning on her heel and making her way into Addie's kitchen.
Addie furrowed her eyebrows. 'Lydia not wanting to shop on her birthday?' she questioned and she followed behind her redhead friend. When Addie entered the kitchen, she saw Lydia grabbing sugar and flour from the bottom cupboards. "Planning on making your own cake?"
"No," Lydia replied, spinning around and setting the bags on the counter. "what I'm gonna make is going to be way more awesome." A dazed expression spread over Lydia's face, but after a moment she quickly shook it off and forced a smile. "Now, go get dressed. I need an assistant to help me prepare for tonight."
Addie tried to hold back a groan. "Lydia, I'm not really up for-"
"Consider helping me, an apology for being a shitty friend lately." Lydia interrupted with a smirk on her face.
Addie's face fell and sadness crept in. That was a low blow, even for Lydia, because she knew Addie was at least trying to repair their friendship. Finally, Addie sighed and agreed. "Okay, give me five minutes." she said before turning around and making her way back into her room.
When Addie had left the kitchen, Lydia grabbed the flour and sugar and shoved them back into the bottom cupboards. She quickly reached upward to the top cupboards and opened them, grabbing the small spice rack. She looked at each bottle on the rack intently before gently shoving the rack into her bag. Turning around, Lydia brushed the hair over her shoulder and strutted out into the living room and back to the front door. "I'll be waiting in the car!" she exclaimed.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Addie tried to adjust the dress she was wearing, trying not to show so much cleavage. When Lydia had dragged her away earlier, she didn't leave her time to grab a change of clothes, so she had resorted to borrowing something from her friend.
With one final tug on the front of the dress, Addie sighed and leaned against the sink of Lydia's bathroom. All day she had set up Lydia's party, and hidden the valuables. What she didn't expect was for the guest of honor to leave her alone for a couple of hours, and leave Addie to do all the work. Lydia had come back only about an hour ago, and went straight for the kitchen saying that 'it was time to make the punch'. She had been in there ever since, and actually refused to let Addie in to help.
The doorbell cut through Addie's thoughts, but she didn't make a move to go answer it, seeing as how it wasn't her house therefore not her responsibility. Addie stared at herself in the mirror for a few more moments, before exiting the bathroom and making her way downstairs.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she walked out to the back deck outside where she saw Stiles, Scott and Allison. She gave Allison a meek smile, seeing as how she was the only one to face her and see her coming.
"-because she's turned into the town whack-job." Stiles said, making a hand gesture.
Addie came up behind him and grabbed the hand that he had just extended out. "Talking about me again?" she sarcastically asked.
Stiles looked down at her and shook his head sadly. "No, Lydia."
"We have to do something." Allison said. "We've ignored her for the past two weeks... And she wouldn't be the town whack-job if it wasn't for us."
Addie sighed and leaned her body against Stiles'. "I've helped enough for today, without any gratitude might I add."
Scott let out a sigh before giving a small shrug. "I guess I can use my co-captain status and get the lacrosse team here."
Stiles clapped his hands together enthusiastically, even though one was attached to Addie's hand, so it kinda jerked her around awkwardly. "And I can get some people here that I know." With his other hand, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. Quickly typing out a text, he sent the messages with a triumphant smile and shoved his phone back into his pocket.
"You owe me an apology. You left this morning without a note or a text." Addie said when she noticed that Scott and Allison had walked away to make their calls, leaving them alone for a moment.
"I know, I'm sorry." Stiles said, freeing both his hands and reaching to cup her face to bring it closer to his. "I had to help my dad with things."
"You're lucky I'm such a forgiving person." Addie replied before kissing his lips. Wrapping her arms around his back, she let her hands slide up under his coat. Her finger caught the bottom of his shirt and lifted it slightly, causing her hand to touch the skin of his back.
Stiles jerked slightly and laughed, "Oh my god, your hands are cold."
"I'm sorry, do you not want my cold hands to touch you anymore?" Addie asked coyly, as she slowly continued to slide her hands up his back.
Stiles gave an involuntary shiver before biting his lip and resting his forehead against hers. "I'm trying to be a gentlemen here, and here you are propositioning me." he said in a light joking tone.
"Stiles honey, if I was propositioning you, I wouldn't be touching your back with my cold hands." Addie replied with a smirk and an eyebrow cocked.
Stiles' eyes widened and his cheeks began to flush, he opened his mouth multiple times but not sound came out, which caused Addie to let out a laugh.
Addie caught a flash of red in her peripheral vision, reaching up she grabbed Stiles's hands and pulled them away from her face before turning to face a smiling Lydia. "Hey, finally you're out of that kitchen!" Addie said jokingly.
"Well I had to make sure everything was perfect." Lydia replied with a shrug, as she extended the tray in her hand. "Here, take one. It's time to have fun."
Addie reached out grabbing the small pink drink, and Stiles mimicked her actions. "Happy birthday." she said sincerely before bringing the drink to her lips. "I hope there isn't too much alcohol in this. The last thing I want is for this night to end with me stripping and dancing on tables."
"Speak for yourself." Stiles mumbled as he drank the punch, which caused Addie to give him a small joking glare.
Addie squeezed her way through the crowds of people, and made her way outside. True to their word, Stiles and Scott had pulled some strings and got people to show up. Addie laughed out loud remembering the sight of all the drag queens, that Stiles had invited, going up and greeting him enthusiastically. 'Oh I am never going to let him live this down'.
She spotted Scott and Stiles leaning against the side of the house, and she made her way over.
"Because you're the guy. It's what we do." she heard Stiles say in an obvious tone, which caused her to giggle in confusion. She stopped in front of the pair, knowing that they both knew she was there, but they continued on with their conversation.
Scott groaned and crossed his arms over his chest, before looking over Addie at who she assumed to be Allison. "But I didn't do anything wrong."
"Well then you definitely need to apologize." Stiles responded, as he absent-mindedly reached out which his free hand and pulled Addie under his arm. "Anytime a guy thinks he hasn't done anything wrong, it means he actually has done something wrong."
"I'm not apologizing." Scott says stubbornly.
"Ah, do you got the full moon blues?" Addie asked with a giggle.
Scott turned to look at his small friend with a furrowed brow. "Are you drunk?"
Addie gave a shrug of her shoulders, "I don't know.. I didn't think there was a lot of alcohol in that punch, but it's really good so I've had three!" she exclaimed excitedly, while mistakenly holding up four fingers.
Both boys smiled and rolled their eyes, "Okay, no more special punch for you." Stiles said as he grabbed the cup out of her hand and handed it to Scott who was further away and more likely to resist her pouting face. Stiles leaned down and kissed her nose before turning back to Scott. "Go apologize." he instructed. "There needs to be something good that comes out of this. I mean I got my dad fired and you're getting held back in school! In case, you haven't noticed we're getting our asses royally kicked out here. People are dying."
"Hey now!" Addie interjected. "We're kicking some ass too!" she said as she kicked her leg out and hit Scott in the thigh which caused him to glare at her. "Sorry, your leg got in the way of me kicking your ass." she pouted. "Damn you, Scott's leg!" she said pointing down at his lower half. "It's all your fault."
Stiles pulled her back, since she nearly fell over with the kicking fiasco. "Okay new plan, I get you some water." he said directly his words to Addie, before turning back to Scott. "And you go apologize to Allison... And that way, I won't have to stab myself in the face cuz I won't have to watch you lose Allison to that stalker Matt."
"Don't stab yourself in the face." Scott said looking across the pool with a defeated expression.
"Why not?" Stiles asked.
Addie turned on her heels to see what the others were looking at, stumbling slightly. Looking across the pool, she let out a drunken laugh and smiled. "Jackson!" she exclaimed, which caused the person of that namesake to look up at her.
She pushed herself out of Stiles' arms and made her way over to the other side of the pool.
"Addie!" Stiles called out worriedly, even though he and Scott stayed where they were.
Addie turned around but continued walking backwards towards Jackson. "Don't worry! I'll be right back!" she said holding up a hand, and stumbling slightly on the edge of the pool. For a moment, she was almost about to fall in, when suddenly someone grabbed her forearm and dragged her away from the edge. "Woah!" she said with a giggle before looking up at the person who saved her.
"You should be more careful," Matt said letting go of her forearm. "Wouldn't want you falling in."
"Ah Matty, you are just so sweet!" Addie slurred, before tapping her finger on his nose and continuing on her way to Jackson. "Jackson!" she exclaims again when she was closer to her.
Jackson raised an eyebrow and smirked at her drunkenness. Once again Addie stumbled, and it was Jackson this time who caught her and hauled her back to her feet. "Since when do you get drunk?"
"I drink!" Addie defended. "All the time! It's required to live mister! I drink water... And soda... And um... Juice!"
Jackson threw her arm over his shoulders and began weaving his way through the crowd, back into the house. "Yeah but you rarely actually get drunk."
"I couldn't help it." Addie pouted. "The punch was just so good."
"Yeah I can see that." he replied sarcastically as they reached the kitchen which was the only downstairs room that didn't have many people. Reaching into the cabinet, he grabbed a glass and turned the sink facet on. Filling it with water he handed it to Addie. "Drink. Sober yourself up, before you do something you regret."
Addie lazily took the glass from his hand and held it to her lips. "As long as you, drink some of the awesome fruity punch and have some fun tonight." Jackson glared at her, but gave a small affirmative nod, to which she then eagerly drank the water. "She's gonna be really happy you're here." she said quietly referring to Lydia, looking back up at him. "She misses you, and you two just need to get back together already."
Jackson looked down at his feet, before shrugged. "I don't know, we'll see."
Lydia closed the door to her bedroom, and looked at Addie who had just stumbled onto her bed.
With a sigh, Addie laid the rest of her body down on the large bed. "Remind me to never have your punch again."
"You finally sobering up?" Lydia asked in a monotone voice as she walked closer.
Addie brought her hands to her face and sighed again. "I still feel tipsy, but not as much as before." Bringing her hands back down, she pushed herself into the sitting position. "I think I'm just gonna find Stiles and go home."
"No, not yet." Lydia said going to her bedside table and opening the drawers.
Addie's heart began beating quickly, when Lydia turned around and there was a syringe in her hand. "Are you going to drug me?" she nervously joked.
Lydia gave her a smile, "Don't worry, it's empty." she said holding up the syringe as proof.
"Then what are you going to do with it?" Addie asked, not relaxing a bit.
Suddenly Lydia pushed Addie back down on the bed and held her down, sticking the syringe into her exposed arm. Addie exclaimed in fright and tried to fight back, but in her weak drunk state it was useless. Pulling back, Lydia pulled the syringe out of Addie's arm and held it up to the light, looking at the newly required blood. Reaching back to the table, she put a cap on the needle and walked back to the door. "I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship. But I need it more than you do."
When Lydia left, Addie groaned and tried to push herself back up. Weakly, she stumbled to her feet and dragged herself to the door. When she reached the upstairs hall, she paused, surprised by the silence. 'What happened to the party?' she wondered and she pushed herself to go down the stairs to get to Stiles and Scott.
Stumbling on the last step, Addie looked up into the living room and was met with a horrific sight. Blood everywhere. And the dead bodies of her classmates, littering the room. Addie gasped and held her hand to her mouth to keep herself from screaming out. Backing up against the wall, she held in her tears as she looked across the room and saw the bodies of her friends among the others. Movement to her right caught her eye, and she stumbled after the person walking away. "Wait!" she called out as they left through the opened front door.
Following behind, she called out again and the person, the woman, finally stopped in the middle of the empty driveway. Slowly the woman turned and faced Addie, which caused her to gasp once more.
"Mom?" she asked with tears spilling down her cheeks.
Her mother walked closer to Addie, and gently swept the bangs out of her face. She then grabbed Addie's arms and began shaking her. "Snap out of it Addison."
"What?" Addie questioned, as she looked longingly at her mother.
"You're hallucinating. And you need to snap out of it." Her mother said urgently.
"But mom-" Addie tried to say, but she was interrupted.
"No! Go help your friends before it's too late." Her mother said, before giving her a small gentle smile. "Don't worry, we'll see each other again soon."
Addie went to blink away her tears, and when she opened her eyes her mother was gone. Coming back to her senses, she could hear the music playing once again, and people were walking around her. She closed her eyes and opened them once more, hoping that her mother would be there again but unfortunately she wasn't.
A hand suddenly gripped her shoulder and turned her around. "Addie, are you okay?" urgently asked the voice, which she soon realized was Scott.
"I was hallucinating." she said quietly as tears once again spilled down her cheeks.
Scott nodded his head. "Yeah, everyone is. I think it's the punch. C'mon, we need to get Stiles and go." Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he directed them back to the party and went to find Stiles.
Scott quickly found him leaning against one of the pillars by the pool. With his free hand, he grabbed a bottle of water off of one of the passing tables and they made their way over to him.
Addie wrapped her arms around her body and leaned against the wall of the house, as Scott tried to coax Stiles out of his alcohol induced sleep.
"Stiles? Stiles come on! Look at me." Scott said waving the opened bottle of water in front of his face. "You need to drink this. Something's happening and I need you to sober up right now." he demanded desperately.
"You're doing it wrong." said a voice coming up from the other side of Stiles, Addie recognized her from school, but couldn't place a name to the face at the moment.
Suddenly the girl grabbed Stiles by the back of his shirt and shoved his upper body into the pool. Stiles quickly pulled himself back up and began sputtering and spitting the water out of his mouth.
"How do you feel?" the girl asked.
"Like I might have to revisit my policy on hitting a girl." Stiles seethed.
"He's sober." the girl said in return before standing back to her feet and returning to the party.
Addie walked back to the driveway and stopped in the spot she had previously been. Everyone else had seen their worst nightmares, and in a way Addie did as well, but something subconsciously pulled her out of it. Her mother had pulled it out of it. 'What did she mean when she said we would see each other again soon?' she wondered. If it had been mere hours ago when she heard that, she would have been ecstatic. But now it didn't seem like such a good thing.
Sirens and flashing lights suddenly filled the night, and people began running around her. Each of her arms were grabbed and she began to get dragged away. Looking up, she saw both Stiles and Scott on either side of her, navigating their way to the jeep.
The group was then skidded to a stop, when Scott froze in his place. Addie turned to peer around his shoulder and her breath caught in her throat.
Standing across the road was Jackson in his kanima form, with his tail wrapped protectively around the legs of none other than Matt.
Peter's claw shot out from the hole in the ground and gripped onto his nephew's arm, causing him to scream in pain. Sinking his claws into his skin, blood began dripping down his hand. Derek opened his eyes and moaned in pain, the flashing red of his eyes slow began to fade back to his normal blue.
Lydia stepped forward, and grabbed the syringe out of her purse. Instead of injecting it into Peter directly, she dropped the entire syringe into the hole.
Peter's hand suddenly released Derek's arm, and the latter weakly crawled away. There was silence for a moment, and Lydia feared that it didn't work. But then, unexpectedly the floorboards of the old house exploded and Peter Hale emerged from the wreckage.
"I heard there was a party." Peter spoke with a smug smile. "Don't worry, I invited myself." He then opened his hand and revealed a now empty syringe. Looking down at it, his smile grew larger. "Thanks so much Addison, I couldn't have done it without you." Without looking back, he tossed it over his shoulder into the hole and walked out of the house; with a frightened Lydia and Derek in his wake.
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