Two in one day, you guys are so spoiled! But anyways, there's still a hidden message in this one, and maybe the next one, it depends on how I feel. I'd love to keep writing, but I have to go to work, so check back either tonight or maybe tomorrow for the next chapter.
WickedlyMinx: Oooooh close but no cigar!
Lily: It wasn't my intention to play with your emotions, but I guess that's just an added bonus. And 3B was super intense and I'm only going to make it worse.
Enjoy!
I was in the basement again. But I was sure I was not alone this time. I could hear someone moving, their labored breathing behind me. I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want to see who or what was behind me. I stood there, frozen, shivering, terrified.
"Turn around." A voice whispered quietly, trying to coax me like one would a puppy. But I wasn't moving. "Turn around." It was more forceful this time, like one would scold a child.
The footsteps came closer, the breathing almost down my neck now. "Turn around." The voice had changed. It was familiar, yet I couldn't put a finger on it.
I turned around, despite my conscious screaming at me not to. I kept my eyes glued shut, scared to look and see what was in front of me.
"Open your eyes." The voice cooed. I didn't, fighting to keep my eyes closed. A cold hand touched my cheek, fingers like icicles stroking my skin. "Open your eyes." It was a pattern, his voice becoming more forceful.
"Look at me." The voice changed and I felt my eyes opening, slowly rising to meet the figure in front of me.
"Look at me!"
I shot up in bed, shaking, gasping for breath. I reached out my hand, but only met cold sheets beside me. The sun was bright in the loft, and the only sign of Derek was the note beside me on the pillow. He had gone to the school to talk to Kira, said I was sleeping too peacefully for him to wake me.
It was well into the afternoon, almost evening as I got dressed, changing out of my clothes from yesterday. I closed the loft door behind me, racing down the stairs while trying to call Derek.
He answered on the second ring, worry lacing his voice.
"Where are you?" I asked, climbing into my car.
"On my way to the hospital with Kira."
"I'll meet you there." I said, starting my car and pulling from the garage.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"I need you." I hung up, tossing my phone in the passenger seat before driving off towards the hospital.
I parked in the closest space I could find, all but running past Derek's car, into the hospital. I all but ran through the hallways, trying to find Derek.
I rounded a corner, finding both Scott and Derek. Derek held his hand out to me as Scott started down the hallway.
"Stay there." He said before turning and following Scott down the hall.
I sighed, slumping down in a chair. My legs shook nervously as I waited for Derek and Scott to come back. Something felt off about all of this, but I couldn't tell what. Something was itching in the back of my mind, but I couldn't quite put a finger on it.
The itching got worse, evolving into a throbbing, then a sharp pain. I clutched my head as the ringing in my ears got louder and louder, the pain getting worse and worse. The lights started flickering and it was all over. The pain and the ringing was gone.
I stood up as people started rushing down the hallway. I heard something whispering my name, everything else going silent. All I could hear was my heartbeat and the voice whispering my name. I moved in the opposite direction of the crowd, following the voice.
I turned a corner and bumped into a body. Hands steadied me, cold fingers gripping my arms. Fear racked through my body as I kept my eyes on the floor. The fingers danced their way up my arm, alternating between sliding along, and tapping my skin.
"Look at me."
I couldn't help it. I looked up, my eyes slowly trailing over the figure in front of me.
"You're not Stiles." I whispered, looking into the cold brown eyes staring back at me.
He only smirked, his fingers wrapping around my arm and dragging me down the hall. He dragged me from the building, my heart picking up at the sight of the parking lot. I could feel death all around me, making me sick to my stomach.
He pulled me towards Stiles' Jeep, stopping beside it, spinning me so I was staring at the commotion that was happening.
"You can feel it, can't you?" He whispered in my ear. "All the death." He turned me around so I was facing him again. I couldn't help the fear that was rising in my throat, wanting to come out as a scream. "I think you will be very useful to me, little dove." His fingers trailed down my cheek before gripping my neck. "I need you to do something for me. Deliver a message for me."
There was a sharp pain in my head and everything went dark.
I didn't know where I was. My brain felt foggy, I couldn't concentrate. It was dark around me, then I realized it was nighttime. There was something looming in front of me, and I realized it was the Hale house. I shivered as a cool wind blew past me. I could hear the screams in my head, smell the smoke as the house burned. I closed my eyes, trying to block it all out.
"Kayanna?" A voice broke through my thoughts.
I turned around, blinking as a couple tears fell down my cheeks.
"He wanted me to deliver a message." I said quietly, looking between the two werewolves behind me. "He said you're all going to die."
I woke up again, hearing beeping beside me. I was warm, almost too warm as I blinked the sleep from my eyes. I tried to turn my head to the side, but something blocked me, something soft. I looked down, seeing arms around me.
The door opened and Mrs. McCall came in.
"Hey. You're awake." I just stared at her, glancing down at the body next to mine. "I tried to get him to sit in a chair, but he just growled at me. I gave up and let him stay, hoping maybe it would help you."
"What happened?" I whispered, shifting slightly in Derek's arms.
"What do you remember?"
"I came to the hospital, I ran into Stiles, he took me outside, told me I had to deliver a message, then I woke up here."
"You were missing for a day when Scott and Derek found you out in the woods. You were hypothermic and delusional because of it. Honey, do you know where Stiles is?" She asked me.
I shook my head. "The last time I remember seeing him is in the parking lot. It's all dark from there."
She nodded her head, her face falling a little. "If you remember anything, anything at all, let me know."
I nodded and she left the room, closing the door. Derek's head moved slightly, nuzzling further into my neck.
"How long have you been awake?"
"All night." His thumb rubbed my arm, softly stroking small circles into my arm. "Your mom tried to find you, but you did something. She said you cancelled out her magic. She tried Stiles, but she couldn't find him either." Derek sighed against my neck, moving slightly so he could stare down at me.
He looked tired. I'd seen him go without sleep before, but this was different. He was pale, paler than normal even under the ugly hospital lights. There were dark circles under his eyes and his brow was furrowed, the corners of his mouth turned down in a frown.
"Do you remember the message he told you to send?" He asked me, moving so he was sitting on the side of the bed.
"No." I gulped, shaking my head.
His brow furrowed further as he adjusted the blankets around me. "Don't worry about it."
I caught his hand before he could stand up. "Tell me, Derek."
He sighed, staring down at his feet before looking back at me. "You told us we were all going to die."
"Well that's not exactly something new."
"Coming from the girl who can sense death and bring people back to life." He stared at me for a moment. "Get some rest."
He stood up, grabbing his jacket off the chair.
"Where are you going?"
"I need to see someone." He left, looking back at me for a moment before closing the door.
That was weird. A part of me thought I was still dreaming, but another part of me knew this was very real, and something else was going on. Something that was keeping everyone on edge.
I threw the blanket off me, pulling the IV from my arm, shutting off the ECG before taking the monitor off my finger. I found my clothes, putting them back on before sneaking out the door. I made my way down the stairs, almost running right into my dad, but I managed to bypass him and make it outside.
I didn't know which direction I should go, so I started walking, knowing I'd get around eventually. Beacon Hills wasn't that big of a town, so I couldn't get that lost.
I was wrong. I didn't know where I was, but it was some residential area I hadn't been in before. I was wandering down the street when I heard it. It sounded like...like ticking. Like one would expect from a bomb in a movie. I looked around me, but didn't see anything suspicious. As I turned my head, the ticking got louder so I took off running in that direction. I followed the ticking, every turn I took it got louder and louder until it was almost unbearable, but I kept running.
The ticking stopped abruptly and I stumbled to a stop somewhere downtown. There was a sound of an explosion not far from me and I took off running. Pain ripped through my back but I didn't stop, not until I got in front of the Sheriff's Station.
There were people running everywhere as I got inside, stopping dead in my tracks as I saw what had happened. There was glass and wood planks everywhere, as well as bodies and injured Deputies. I saw Derek and Mr. Argent, Mr. Argent holding up Derek who looked like he could pass out at any moment.
I went to move towards them when I felt it. I turned my head, spotting Scott and Stiles on the ground next to a Deputy. I ran over to them, sliding to a stop next to the Deputy's body, ignoring the glass that cut into my knees.
"Kayanna? Aren't you supposed to be at the hospital?"
"Nevermind that." I put my hand on the Deputy's chest. "Scott, you've done this before, help me."
I moved Scott's hands to the Deputy's stomach, moving my hands to his chest. I focused on his spirit, this one coming much quicker as he hadn't been dead long. I moved his head slightly as he spit up blood, his body jerking for a second before he coughed, air coming back in his lungs as he coughed up more blood.
Scott moved his hands away as the Deputy took in a few ragged breaths. I looked up at Scott, feeling my energy drain slightly. I wavered a little on my knees and I felt hands steady me, gripping me tightly. My energy slightly came back, the pain in my knees and back fading away slightly. I looked over, meeting Stiles' eyes. I went to say something, but his grip on me tightened painfully and I winced, falling forward a little. Scott grabbed Stiles who let me go, dragging him from the mess that was the Sheriff's Station.
I fell back against the desk behind me, breathing heavy as I grasped the Deputy's hand. I wanted to warn Scott, tell him that it wasn't Stiles, that he was in trouble, but I couldn't. I couldn't find it in me to move. So I sat there with my knees tucked into my chest, waiting for the EMT's to come and take away the bodies.
Hands were shaking me and I hadn't realized I'd fallen asleep.
"Are you okay?" Someone was asking me.
I stared into his bright green eyes and immediately thought of Derek. I stared at him for a while, his gaze not leaving my face. He was something Supernatural, but I didn't know what exactly. I hadn't felt something like him before.
"Are you okay?" He asked me again.
I nodded, not trusting myself to be able to form words, let alone sentences. I waved him off, using the desk behind me to stand, my legs shaking, but I was determined to walk out on my own. I looked towards the door, seeing a Deputy leading Derek and Mr. Argent out of the room in handcuffs. I grabbed the green eyed Deputy by the front of his uniform.
"Actually you can help me." I pointed at the two in handcuffs. "Why are they here? And in handcuffs?"
"I'm not sure I can release that information to the public yet."
I tugged his shirt harder, bringing his face closer to mine. "How about a very tired and concerned fiancee who wouldn't think twice about hitting you over the head with one of those wood planks repeatedly until you tell me?"
He stared at me for a moment, checking to see if I was serious. "Murder investigation. They're the prime suspects."
"Murder?" I released him. "Again? He's being framed again? That's like the third time." I grabbed the Deputy's shirt again, yanking his face close to mine again. "Who's murder?"
"A man named Katashi. It'll probably go under a federal investigation. And how do you know he's being framed?"
"Because trust me, I know my fiancee, and I know quite a few people who can prove his alibi. Including me."
He nodded at me. "I will take that into consideration. But for now I would appreciate it if you would release my shirt." I let him go. "Thank you Miss..."
"Ryder. But call me Kayanna."
"Deputy Parrish." I shook his hand.
I saw my mother out of the corner of my eye. "I'm going to go now, but it was nice meeting you, Deputy Parrish."
I walked over to my mother, feeling Parrish's eyes on my back as I went. My mother grabbed my arm, tugging me from the Sheriff's Station.
"I was so worried about you. Your father called, saying you'd disappeared from the hospital and with everything that's happened today you're lucky I don't punish you."
"I brought someone back to life, Mom. And found out they have Derek and Mr. Argent in custody for a murder investigation."
"Again?" Her brow furrowed. "Don't worry. I'll take care of that."
