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I could hear sirens in the distance and I shook Stiles gently.
"Stiles, we have to go. We have to get Derek and the others out of here. I can hear sirens." I said.
Stiles made a break for the door and I bounded down the stairs behind him. Stiles ran in the elevator, straddling Derek and started to shake him by his shirt then he started to smack him across his face.
"Derek!" Stiles yelled. "Derek! Come one!"
I walked up behind him, grabbing his hand as he raised it again. He looked up at me, his eyes full of defeat. I pulled him off Derek and the leaned down next to Derek's body. I balled my fist up and went to swing it but before it made contact with Derek's face, he woke up and grabbed my arm.
"Where is she?" He asked in a raspy voice.
"Who? Jennifer? Gone with Scott's mom." Stiles said, starting to pace.
"She took her?" Derek demanded.
"Yeah and if that's not enough of a kick to the balls, Scott left with Deucalion." Stiles exclaimed.
"We've gotta get you out of here." I said, pulling Derek up from the ground.
"The police are headed here, we've gotta get you the hell out of here." Stiles said, pushing on Derek to get out of the elevator.
"What about Cora?" Derek asked.
"Clara, take him to her. I'll stall the police." Stiles said.
I nodded and pulled Derek by his hand and towards the others. We got inside a car and then Derek jerked to a stop next to the car Isaac had been driving. We climbed out and headed towards them.
"Where's Scott and Stiles?" Allison asked.
"Stiles is still at the hospital." Derek yelled slightly over the wind.
"He's gonna hold off the cops for us." I explained.
Derek got Cora out of the backseat then looked at Isaac and me.
"We've gotta go right now." He said.
Isaac nodded, opening the backseat of Derek's car for him to slid Cora inside. I walked around to the opposite side, opening the passenger's seat so that Cora's head could rest on my lap.
"What about Scott and Melissa?" Chris asked.
"Jennifer took Melissa." Derek stated after he placed Cora inside the car..
"What about Scott?" Allison asked.
I looked to Derek as he walked around the car.
"Derek, where's Scott?" Allison demanded.
"With Deucalion." I said before sliding in to the backseat.
We headed to Derek's and carried her inside. We laid her on the bed and then stood around for the next hour.
"She's dying, isn't she?" Isaac asked.
"I don't know." Derek said in a raspy voice.
"So, what are you gonna do?" Isaac asked.
"I don't know." Derek said again.
"Wanna figure something out?" Isaac asked. "Cause while Scott and Stiles are out there trying to help people from getting killed, you are in here rolling around the sheets with the actual killer. Do you get how many people she's killed?"
"Isaac." I cautioned.
"No, no. Your mom is dead, Clara. Boyd and Erica are dead. Cora is dying. And he is doing nothing." Isaac yelled.
There was silence.
"Why'd you do this to us, Derek?" Isaac asked. "Is it all about the power? Were you bored? Were you lonely?"
"Maybe." Derek replied, looking up at Isaac.
Isaac stood up straight and rubbed his hand over his face; he grabbed my hand and tried to pull me along with him.
"I told Cora I wouldn't leave. I'll help the others when I figure out how to help her." Derek stated.
"There's no time." Isaac turned and screamed, releasing my hand and placing it on the door in front of him. "The full moons coming. The Sheriff and Melissa are gonna be dead so I'm gonna try and help them."
Isaac jerked the door open and walked outside of it. He looked at me, searching to see if I was going to follow him. I sighed slightly and pushed past him and out the door.
"You can sit here and perfect the art of doing nothing." Isaac said, slamming the door shut behind him.
We bounced down the stairs together and towards my car.
"You know, that wasn't needed." I said.
"I think it was." Isaac pouted.
I rolled my eyes and climbed in my car, he slid in to the passenger's seat.
"Look, I get that your shifting over to me and Scott, I get that you don't want to be part of Derek's pack anymore but you didn't need to do that." I said, my voice almost a whisper.
"Clara, they're dead. Boyd and Erica are dead. Your mom is dead." Isaac replied, his voice wavering and raw.
"You think I don't know that?" I hissed back. "My mom is dead, you think I don't just walk around the house avoiding her room? Think I don't wake up and want to tell her good morning and be careful on your way to work? Do you think I don't want her back?"
"Clara." Isaac said, putting a hand on my knee.
"And do you think I don't want Erica and Boyd back as much as you do? Do you think I didn't care? What? Because Derek pushed me out of the pack? I loved them, they were pack, they were family just as much as you are, just as much as Scott and Allison are, just as much as you all are. I wanted to teach them, I wanted to grow with them and help them and now I don't get that because of Deucalion and his god damn pack! I would do anything to bring them back, Isaac!" I said, my voice ending in me yelling and in tears.
Isaac pulled me in to a hug and I didn't know what else to do but let him. He rubbed my back.
"I know, trust me, I know. I wanted that too. I wanted to be a pack with all of you." Isaac whispered out, his voice catching like he might cry too.
"Well…" I started to say as I leaned back and out of his grasp. "we'll just have to do the best we can together, right?"
He gave me a smile and a sharp nod then we headed towards the Argent's house. We pulled up and headed towards the elevators. We headed up and walked towards the room we knew they were in because of their hearts beating. Isaac walked in before me.
"I can't shoot a gun or use a crossbow, but I well, I'm getting pretty good with these." Isaac said, unleashing his claws.
I rolled my eyes and pushed him in to the room, I felt Stiles' heart jump when he saw me walk in.
"So, the plan?" I asked.
"We are going to the bank." Chris said. "You and Stiles are going to school, go find Lydia."
I nodded, dragging Stiles out of the room. We went our separate ways, agreeing to meet at the school. I went home, took a quick shower and then got out, pulling my hair in to a high ponytail and pulling on undergarments. I grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans, a black v-neck and slid them on. I pulled on my black combat boots and leather jacket then finished getting ready. Stiles texted me saying he was going to stop by Lydia's and to just go over there. I walked over while they were in the midst of conversation.
"All I know is she tried to kill me because-" Lydia started to say.
"Because of what?" Stiles asked. "Hey, Lydia, what?"
"When she called me a Banshee." Lydia replied. "She was surprised by it, but what if that's not why she tried to kill me?"
I felt myself sort of freeze up at the mention of the word banshee. My mom had told me all about it, how the hell could I just forget something like that.
"Then why did she?" Stiles asked.
"That's what we need to find out." Lydia replied.
I decided to wait and speak with Lydia alone so we headed towards the school, I separated from them to run to my locker for a moment and then I felt it, like my chest was caving inwards. I put a hand on the inside of my locker and one against my chest, gripping my shirt. My breathing started to become erratic and I felt like I couldn't breathe. It took me a minute to realize what was happening. Stiles, I had to find Stiles.
