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Chapter 50

Derek grunted as he finished his second set of pull-ups. Working out was the most he could do to keep himself from going and spying on his sister and the others. Later, he planned on dropping by the Argent household to see Chris. The hunter was quiet of late which was suspicious. He wasn't talking much to any of them and they all should be working together.

Derek's ringtone sang a shrill, haunting tune (think of the score from Buffy when there's a creepy graveyard scene) throughout the loft. He let out a huff in the midst of regaining his breath and grabbed the towel nearby. He dabbed his forehead with the plush cotton.

"Breaking out a sweat, nephew?"

Derek ignored his uncle as he answered his phone. It was Melanie.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for prom?" Derek said plainly.

"Derek!" She screamed out of breath.

Derek tensed at the sound of her voice. Her breath was loud and shook in his ear. She was terrified.

"Melanie, what's wrong?" There was suddenly a crashing on the other line.

He ran out of the loft and kept the phone to his ear. Just hang on, he thought. His heart pumped with adrenaline, roaring in his ears as he made it down to the garage to his SUV.

"Derek, I know who it is…" the line crackled, "stay away from me...you asshole!"

"Melanie! Stay with me, I'm coming," Derek shouted. He pulled out of the parking garage. His tires squealed and smoke came up.

"I'm upstairs." her breathing was ragged. "I'm bleeding but it's not too deep. Just needs…" she grunted, "pressure."

"I'm coming," Derek said. "Just lock yourself in a room and don't come out."

"I'm sorry," Melanie said. She sniffled.

"Don't be sorry. Just stay on the line, okay?" He tried to keep his voice calm.

Loud banging pounded through the speaker into his ear followed by a distorted, inhumane roar. The road ahead looked like it stretched forever like it did in some of his dreams, making it seem like he was never going to get to her. Just a few more blocks though, and he'd be there.

"Melanie!" he hollered into his phone.

"You stay back!" She shouted again.

It was distant. She'd dropped her phone. There was more crashing of furniture and then a hiccup. And another like her breath was being snatched away from her body violently. His grip on the wheel tightened, causing his knuckles to flush white.

"No," he breathed through his teeth.

She's a fighter, he thought, trying to hold onto the sound of her voice.

Upon getting to the house the front door was open. The entire house was dim. Candles were scattered everywhere and acted as the only source of light through the living room. Derek's head swung around, searching the room.

"Melanie!" he called at seeing a smeared, dark red handprint on the wall along the stairs. He could see drips streaked along the walls up the stairs. He followed them up quickly. The banister was broken.

He stopped at the top of the stairs at seeing a tuxedo clad form sitting against the wall.

"Danny?"

His head shot up from his hands. Blood smeared his face and hands. As Derek got closer he saw that it was all over his tuxedo as well. Derek's chest heaved painfully as he shook his head in great denial.

"Lydia told me to just come get her," he croaked. He looked straight ahead into Melanie's bedroom. His eyes glittered, tear filled.

Derek rushed into the bedroom that was also lit by candlelight. He covered his mouth with his hand as he slid down to Melanie's side. Her body suffered multiple stab wounds across her chest and abdomen. The wounds were goopy as they were in the process of drying.

"Oh god, no," he cried. "Melanie, wake up. C'mon, stay with me. Wake up!"

Derek shook her roughly. Her body rattled like an old stuffed toy.

"Derek," Danny hiccupped. "Don't touch her. Leave her alone."

Derek removed his hands from her. Her eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling. There was no fear. Her expression was blank. He wiped the dry, crusty blood from the corner of her mouth. Blood had risen up and over her soft lips, painting them a dark red.

"Go to the others. Meet us at the hospital."

"She's dead," Danny said. "I checked her pulse. I did everything."

"GO!" Derek roared, flashing his dangerous, glowing eyes at the boy.

Danny jumped, and scrambled to his feet. Running his shaky hands through his hair, he left the room. His hard steps thudded down the stairs and out the front door.

Derek pressed his fingers to Melanie's throat, needing to know for himself. With a sharp intake of air, he let out a heart wrenching howl. The bedroom windows shattered from the supernatural outcry of rage. Glass sprayed everywhere. He cradled her head in his lap.


Lydia looked around the room that was clogged with an obnoxious amount of decorations. The ballroom that she had helped-or rather told student council they were choosing was unrecognizable, yet unbelievable. Aiden had her by the hand so she couldn't wander off. Cora was looking around too, trying to hide the awestricken look on her face. The large ballroom flashed with a mixture of deep purple, green and blue lights. The chandelier reflected flecks onto the vined walls of exotic trees and flowers. A large Grecian fountain sat in the midst of the sitting area. A few people were making wishes and sitting on its edge, getting pictures.

"You said Danny went to go get her, so they'll be here." Scott said. "They probably want a dramatic entrance."

Isaac came up behind Cora and Stiles. His face was contorted in agony as he held his stomach.

"Dude, they're fine. I'm sure-" Stiles started.

"Danny?" Isaac said, cutting him off at seeing Danny come running toward them.

Isaac broke through the middle of the group, rushing toward him. Danny caught Isaac as he fell forward.

"What happened? Where's Melanie?" Isaac demanded, trying to bite back a groan.

His stomach twisted and ached like it had been punched to the point of numbness. It was spreading through his arms and legs; a dread that felt like it was slowly killing him.

Danny didn't reply. He shook his head. His lips parted but nothing came out. The lights flashed over their frames, shining . Lydia gasped, touching her fingers to her mouth in horror. A few people sitting down at tables near them turned and stared at them, whispering to one another.

"Is that blood?" Scott asked, coming up beside the pair.

"You have-you have to get to the hospital," Danny stammered. Ethan came to his side, helping him hold up Isaac.

By the time they made it to the emergency room Aiden and Scott were carrying Isaac who could barely see straight he was in so much pain. This only increased everybody else's panic. Lydia and Ethan were cradling Danny who was trying to get the blood off his hands by wiping it on his jacket and pants. Stiles, Allison and Cora dropped back to gather weaponry. Scott tried to stop them but no amount of talk did any good.

"Mom," Scott called, seeing her coming toward them.

She shook her head, a grave and knowing look already shadowing her face. She touched the tip of her tongue to her upper lip unable to speak.

"Where is she," Isaac wheezed. "I have to see her."

She looked at Scott. Her eyes glimmered. She shook her head again.

"You can't see her Isaac," she barely managed.

"I need to see her!" he roared, his eyes flashing gold.

She jumped backward. Derek caught her instantly, coming out of nowhere and stepped in front of her protectively. Isaac groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

"Isaac, you can't." Derek told him. Isaac thrashed in his friends' arms.

Derek looked past him to Danny who had collapsed in a chair. The blood on his white dress shirt was smeared all over. His cheeks were streaked from his disbelief and destructive grief.

"She's gone," Derek said, shaking his head.

"No," Isaac groaned.

He lashed out at the alpha, his claws ripping across his chest, tearing his black shirt. Scott and Aiden were flung aside into the walls. Derek remained in front of Melissa, his arm reaching back to be sure she stayed there. The nursing station evacuated the area, running away with whimpers of terror.

Isaac fell to the ground, weak and sobbing. Scott slid to the floor, his laid head back and looking at the ceiling. He blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears. Melissa ran to a nearby room and came back with a handful of gauze. She knelt beside Derek and looked at his chest and pressed the fabric to his healing chest.

"The lacerations look pretty deep," she said.

"I'll be alright," Derek breathed.

She nodded and handed him the rest of the clean gauze and rushed to Isaac. She took the heap into her arms as he broke down. Kissing the top of his head, she closed her eyes and rocked back and forth.

Nobody could truly know how Isaac felt. Each of them with their own grief couldn't compare to his. Watching him as he writhed and shook in actual pain made them feel even more sorrow. Unimaginable…


Parrish was on the front porch when Stiles arrived at Melanie's house. The house was lit by flashes of red and blue. Allison was with her dad. Cora was with him. They changed out of their formal attire with the clothes they had packed for their overnight stay in the hotel. The idea was to be away from everyone else, including her brother and his father.

Cora didn't bother taking down her hair from its elegantly curled and voluptuous ponytail that was glittered half to death. Though it was tight, it was up and out of her eyes. The two went up to the porch.

"Whoa, you two can't be here," Parrish said, holding out his arm to stop them.

"Where's my dad?" Stiles demanded.

"He's on his way."

Stiles ran a restless hand through his hair and sighed. His jaw was taut. This place, a place all of them had come to from time to time to relax and hang out was a crime scene. HE had been to several and they made him squeamish, but this….this was fucked up and made him angry so much so that he could barely see. He punched one of the nearby wooden pillars that kept the porch roof up, making Cora jump with uneasiness.

"Stiles, maybe you should go home," Parrish said.

"Don't tell me what to do!" Stiles bellowed.

He stood chest to chest with the officer. His fists were balled so tight veins bulged up his arm.

"Stiles!" came the bellow of his father.

Stiles turned, his father coming up the steps to meet them.

"What are you doing here?"

"You have to let us in there." Stiles voice wavered. "There's evidence in there."

Parrish stepped away from the three of them, his eyes shifting from one to the other questionably. He didn't inquire though.

"You can't. Stiles, she's-"

"Don't!" Stiles yelled, his eye brimming with tears. "Just let us in. She was onto something. We have to find it. She was onto something that's why-"

"Son," the sheriff looked past him at Cora. She leaned against the wooden banister, her hand covering her mouth as she cried. "she's-"

"I SAID DON'T!" Stiles yelled. "No more of my friends are dying! She's not dead! She's just at the hospital-she's just—she's fine!"

The sheriff grabbed him by the shoulder and yanked him forward, wrapping his arms around him. Stiles collapsed in a heap, but his dad didn't let go. He buried his head into his father's shoulder, clenching him. His gut clenched and unclenched in heaves.


"I have him on an IV of morphine. It's amped really high so it should keep him sedated," Melissa told Scott and Derek.

Scott's eyes were splotchy red. He stared at the opposite wall, bland of any expression.

"I do think we're overreacting about the repercussions here," she added.

"We're not," Deaton said as he came into the room and stood at Scott's side. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "He is connected to her. His life as he knows it is over."

"What do you mean?" Melissa's face scrunched together.

"He can will himself to die and he will."

"We have to get him to push through it," Derek said. "That's possible right?"

"Revenge," Scott said. "That might be the only thing that will keep him going."

"If he does that-" Derek cut himself off and looked to Deaton.

"He won't go rabid."

"Rabid? Like actual crazy?" Melissa asked, her eyes widening. She looked back at Isaac's room. "That's a concept for-"

"Wolves?" Deaton finished. "Yes. It's rare, but we've seen a lot of rare events of late."

He looked over at Scott who now stared at the linoleum floor.

"I need to go," Derek said. "Can you take care of him?"

Melissa nodded.

"Where are you going?" Scott asked.

"I have to plan a funeral."

Derek's eyes didn't glimmer with tears and he didn't shake with rage. His entire being was lax-drained of energy, emotion and life. His hands hung limply at his sides as he walked past a family receiving what looked like happy news and out of the brightly lit hospital.


It was dawn by the time Scott and his mom made it home. He trudged upstairs to his room, each step heavy as if gravity grabbed his ankles and was trying to weigh him down. He shed his clothes and crawled into bed.

"Scott?" His mom knocked on the door lightly. He heard her sigh with her grieving heart and walk away a few seconds later. Scott clutched his pillow tightly and hugged it underneath his head.

Prom night, a night that is supposed to be unforgettable. It certainly would be.


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