Vengeance

Chapter Fifteen

"Hey Scott, you sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles had been flipping through the tattoo book and brandished a picture that was eerily similar to Jackson in his kanima form.

Laurel snorted.

Scott was not amused.

"To soon? Yeah, to soon," he muttered with a grin and putting the book back down.

"Are you sure about this? These things are pretty permanent." Stiles said hovering over Scott like a worried mother.

Laurel zoned out as the two bickered back and forth. She wasn't even sure why she was there other than to appease Stiles. She had been trying to get along with Scott as best she could and at times she didn't mind him but others she was reminded of his unrealistic outlook on life and she found herself glaring at him.

"Of course he gets it, he's covered in tattoos Scott, literally!"

"Stiles, just let him get it," she chimed in.

Her boyfriend gave her a suspicious look.

"Why are you being so supportive?"

She smiled sweetly, "if Scott wants to be in agonizing pain for several hours then let him."

She heard Scott snort and saw him shaking his head while Stiles just mumbled so quietly she couldn't even hear what he was saying.

"You ain't got a problem with needles do you?" the tattoo artist asked Scott, the needle gun hovering over his arm.

"Nope."

"I tend to get a little squeamish though so,"

Stiles didn't get to finish before the buzzing of the machine started.

Laurel stood up quickly and guided Stiles to the seat next to hers.

"Don't look," she said softly.

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"It kind of burns," Scott said hissing in pain from the front seat.

She had been nice enough to let him sit up front, after all he had just spent several hours in pain.

"You just got stabbed by a needle like a hundred thousand times, I think its meant to hurt," Stiles shot back sarcastically.

"I don't think it's meant to feel like this," Scott said groaning in pain.

He began to unwrap the film from around his arm.

"Oh man, don't do that," Stiles said his voice weak.

Unlike her boyfriend Laurel wasn't squeamish. She leant forwards to see his arm and watched as the last traces of his tattoo disappeared. Well that was a waste of time she thought, slumping back into her seat.

"Oh thank god, I hated it," Stiles said with relief. His voice strong and even again, he was probably relieved his friend wasn't going to start bleeding all over his jeep.

She stared out the window as they drove Scott home, her fingers tapping against her leg in an unfamiliar rhythm. They pulled to a stop at a set of traffic lights, she could hear the two talking quietly but she paid their conversation little attention.

She felt in good spirits until another, very familiar car, pulled up alongside them.

Laurel didn't know how she would react when she saw Allison again, hadn't given it much thought but as she stared at the brown haired girl laughing with Lydia, anger boiled in her veins. She was Fae after all; her kind held grudges.

"I think it's pretty definite she's coming back, I'd say like a hundred percent," Stiles muttered, she knew they had been talking about the Argent girl and that Stiles had seen her to.

It took only a few seconds for Scott to realise who was in the car next to them.

"Oh my god, oh my god," he chanted ducking down in his seat.

Laurel dragged her eyes away from the huntress, her face set in a fierce glare. Her eyes softened however as she met Stiles concerned gaze in the rear-view mirror. She tried to soften her face and smile but she only succeeded in grimacing.

"Can we just drive, please? Stiles?"

"Scott it's a red light," Stiles said exasperatedly.

Before either one could say anything else Lydia's car sped into action, screeching through the red light and leaving them in the dust.

"You're going to have to talk to her eventually," Stiles said as the lights changed.

"I know," Scott sighed, sitting up properly again as they began to move. "I just, I don't know what to say."

Laurel rolled her eyes but stayed silent. She was being friendly to Scott for Stiles, because she loved him but she was not getting involved in anything to do with the Argent girl.

As they drove and the two started to bicker again, Laurel felt a sense of unease settle over her. She glanced ahead to see Lydia's car not far in front, heard Scott's order to stop the car and Stiles protest even though he complied and slammed his foot on the break; but everything seemed hazy, distance almost. Without thinking she opened the door and stepped onto the road, ignoring both Stiles and Scott's protests.

She felt a pit of dread in her stomach, felt the unease and restlessness of the trees that lined the road either side.

Something is wrong she felt in her bones.

She heard the frightened scream seconds later, it had come from Lydia. Without thinking she ran for the car, Scott and Stiles hot on her heels.

She yanked the drivers side door open and helped Lydia out. She had several small shards of glass embedded in her arms from the windscreen; the deer's head resting on the dashboard.

"Are you ok?" she heard Scott ask Allison.

"It came out of nowhere," Lydia whispered eyes wide and afraid.

Laurel placed a hand on her friends arm, careful not to touch the glass.

"Are you hurt?" Stiles asked her and Allison, hovering between the pair worriedly.

"It ran right into us," Lydia said voice shaking with fear, her eyes welling with tears.

"Are you ok?" Scott asked the pair again.

Laurel left Lydia's side, walking around to the front of the vehicle she placed a hand on the deer's side, even in death she could feel its fear.

"I'm not okay, I'm totally freaking out! How the hell does it just run in to us?" Lydia burst out, afraid. "I saw its eyes right before it ran in to us, and it was like... like it was crazy," she finished slowly, tears falling down her cheeks as Stiles tried to comfort her.

"It wasn't crazy, it was scared," Scott said, no doubt he to could feel the animals fear.

Laurel shook her head, "actually, it was terrified," she whispered into the silence.

She tore her eyes away from the animal and surveyed the dense trees around them.

What were you scared of?

It took only a few minutes of discussion before it was decided that Stiles would take Lydia and Allison to the hospital while she and Scott waited for the police. Stiles had called his dad and he was on his way.

"Be careful," Stiles said softly before kissing her softly.

"I will do," she promised.

"You to," he said to Scott, clapping him on the back before jumping into his jeep and driving off.

They stood in silence, she was leant against the car and though she may have appeared relaxed she was anything but. Her senses were on high alert as she scanned the surroundings. She had volunteered to stay with Scott, to everyone's to surprise but whatever she thought of Scott, whatever she felt; she didn't think it was a good idea for him to be alone.

"You knew something was going to happen?" Scott said breaking the silence. He wasn't accusing her, his voice was curious.

She shrugged and dragged her eyes away from the trees to look at him.

"I sensed something, I felt uneasy," she said in response.

"Do you still feel it?" he asked sounding reluctant to hear the answer.

She swallowed thickly, her eyes resting on the trees again.

"Something isn't right," she whispered, she couldn't stop her fear leaking into her voice.

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Laurel lay in bed, the soft ticking of the clock, instead of soothing her, felt more like a countdown to some incredible doom. She had tossed and turned all night getting little sleep, the pit of unease and the animals pure terror consumed her mind.

She pushed off the covers with a sigh and got out of bed, there was still hours before the first day back at school started so she grabbed a bowl of cereal and sat in front of the TV, trying to take her mind off the unsettling feelings coursing through her.

She must have fallen asleep at some point because the next thing she knew she was being woken up by a thundering knock on her front door.

Scrambling to her feet she raced to the door, she had no clue what time it was or who was at the door but dark terrible thoughts crossed her mind. Had whatever scared the deer appeared again, gone after Stiles, Lydia, Scott? She even felt a flicker of fear for Allison.

She flung the door open to find Derek, looking worse for wear and tired.

"I need your help," he said voice gruff and a little groggy.

Laurel ushered him in, wondering what the Alpha could want with her. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table; it read five am.

"What is it? And haven't you heard of a phone," she said a little sourly.

"I lost it," he said slumping onto her sofa where she had been sleeping moments before.

She stood hands on her hip with a vaguely disapproving look on her face. "Why are you here?"

She watched Derek run his hands over his face, she could feel the turmoil and conflicting emotions swirling within him.

"We didn't want to involve you, not after everything that happened. We thought we could handle it, I thought I could sort it out," he said not meeting her gaze.

Laurel felt the unease in her stomach flare.

"We who? And what could you handle?" she asked, firing off her questions rapidly.

She felt on edge as she waited for him to answer. What is wrong? She wondered, she had never felt Derek's emotions be so turbulent.

"Me, Isaac and Peter," he said slowly.

She frowned, she hadn't realised he and his uncle were on good enough terms to work together.

"We've been looking for Boyd and Erica," he said finally looking at her.

Laurel felt herself relax, for a moment she had been worried something was terribly wrong.

"Derek, they chose to leave, they would have come back if they had wanted to," she said exasperated.

This is why he woke me up? She thought bitterly, she only had a few hours before school and she could have done with a few more hours sleep.

She watched Derek shake his head, "they can't come back, not even if they wanted to. They've been held hostage for months, we've been trying to find them but," he sighed, she felt his self-loathing. He didn't continue, it was obvious that they hadn't had any luck.

"Why do you think someone has them?" she asked suspiciously; to her it seemed unlikely. It seemed far more likely that the pair had just succeeded in running away, finding a new pack.

"Get dressed, I need to show you something," he said before standing up and walking to the door. "I'll wait outside."

With a sigh she got changed quickly before meeting Derek outside and sliding into his car.

She had a feeling she wouldn't be making it to school.

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When they pulled up outside the old Hale house she was confused.

"I thought you didn't live here anymore," she asked as they both got out the car.

"I don't," he replied shortly.

She rolled her eyes, after spending the whole car ride in silence she was becoming frustrated; she wanted to know what he had to show her and why he couldn't possibly just tell her.

She followed Derek up the few steps and then stopped short as he came to a sudden stop. She watched as Derek began to scrape away the paint off his door, bewildered she waited and until slowly a marking began to appear.

"This is how I know they've been taken," he said stepping back so she could see the marking clearly.

"Its the marking of a pack, a pack of Alpha's," he said slowly watching and waiting for her reaction.

Laurel stared dumbly at the marking, her mind spiralling. Why? How? Where they here for her? It seemed unlikely, she was on, not good terms exactly with the alpha pack but she didn't think they would come looking for her. Why would they?

"They have Erica and Boyd, I'm sure of it, and I think they might have Isaac to," he said voice filled with genuine worry.

She whipped her head up to stare at Derek, "why do you think they have Isaac?"

Sure she was worried about Boyd and Erica, especially if the Deucalion had them but Isaac was her friend, she knew him, had laughed with him; cared about him.

"We were looking for them and we got split up," Derek said, "I tried looking for him, but, I couldn't find him."

Laurel watched as Derek hit the side of the house in anger.

"Take me to where you last saw him," she ordered and the Alpha compiled with no hesitation.

On the car ride she texted Stiles telling him she wouldn't be at school and then promptly turned off her phone. She would answers his questions later.

"Does anyone else know about the Alpha's?" she asked, did Scott and Stiles know?

Derek shook his head.

She rolled her eyes, wondering why he thought it was a good idea to just have himself, a fairly new werewolf and Peter, of all people, looking for his pack.

"You should have told me," she said not keeping the anger out of her voice.

If he'd told me I could have done something! What she wasn't sure but being the only one with a connection to the pack had to be worth something.

"And what would you have done?" Derek spat back.

She snorted, "oh I don't know, talk to them!"

"Yes I'm sure that would have gone well. They are a pack of Alpha's, Deucalion is,"

She interrupted him.

"I'm well aware of what and who he is," she said curtly.

She watched Derek stiffen. That's it, work it out! She thought snidely.

"You know them?" he said, a bite to his words.

"We've met," she supplied vaguely.

She wasn't in the mood to tell Derek her history with the alpha's. She just wanted to find Isaac.

"Do you have a way of contacting them?" he asked.

She snorted again, "sure, I have Deucalion on speed-dial!"

Her sarcasm was not well received. As they pulled up outside an abandoned building in the same god forsaken part of Beacon Hills that everything terrible always seemed to happen, Derek shot her a withering look.

"Oh good, you brought her," Peter said stepping out of the shadows which seemed to be his permanent home.

Laurel huffed; not entirely sure she was equipped to deal with the former alpha.

"This was the last place you saw Isaac?" She asked Derek, ignoring Peter altogether.

She watched Derek nod; his eyes glowing red as he surveyed the area.

Laurel paced, trying to think where Deucalion would keep them. Somewhere secure and remote, an abandoned building would be a good choice but how many places could hold several werewolves securely.

"Any ideas?" Derek asked her, he and Peter had been watching her intently.

She sighed; the truth was she had no idea where to begin. She didn't know where Isaac was or where he could be. If only she could contact Aiden, or Ethan. Stiles crossed her mind, she would have to tell him about him, that he was in Beacon Hills and with him a pack of alpha's.

That's going to go well she thought, she could already see his exasperated look and no doubt Scott's look of suspicion. As if it was her fault that they were in Beacon Hills.

"Let's just try track his scent," she said lamely, with no other ideas coming to mind.

They spent several hours of fruitless searching, she did catch the familiar scents of Aiden and Ethan though; but what they had been doing she didn't know. If Isaac had been there then he was not on foot; a car maybe? She wondered. Had someone else found Isaac?

After a while she slumped against a crumbling brick wall and took out her phone.

It chimed repeatedly.

"Someone's popular," Peter commented standing a few feet away.

She didn't know why he was there, he wasn't adding anything to the situation apart from snarky comments here and there.

She had several messages from Stiles and she flicked through them all.

"We need to keep looking," Derek muttered impatiently.

"No we don't," she said reading the last text from Stiles.

"Isaac is in hospital," she said, "Scott's on his way there."

They circled back to Derek's car, Peter had vanished again, lurking somewhere no doubt. She slid into Derek's car, phone in hand as they sped towards the hospital. Worry knotted her stomach, if Isaac was in hospital he was obviously hurt and that was the last place he should be.

How would they explain to the doctors when healed miraculously?

They were nearing the hospital when her phone rang, Stiles name flashing on screen.

"Hey, we are on our way to the hospital," she said in the way of greeting.

"I think you need to come to the school," Stiles said seriously, his voice quivering a little.

"Are you ok?" she asked, panicked.

What has happened?

She felt Derek's eyes on her, no doubt he was listening to everything her boyfriend was saying.

"There was an incident, like last night, I think you better take a look," he replied, his voice hushed as if trying not to be overheard.

"Ok, I'll be there soon," she answered before hanging up.

"Pull over," she ordered Derek.

He pulled up in the side of the road, she could get to the school quicker on foot than by car.

"Let me know how Isaac is ok, tell him I'll see him soon," she said in parting not giving the Alpha a chance to ask any questions as she ran off.

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The police were already at the school when she arrived, from the parking lot she could see the smashed windows and the faces of frightened teenagers.

She bounded up the steps and entered the school, heading towards the classroom with the broken window.

Laurel found several students inside the room, including Stiles who was talking to his father in the corner of the room. She stared at him intently, making sure he wasn't hurt and that he was ok before she took in the carnage around her.

She felt an unnatural chill course through her as she stared at the birds which littered the floor. It seems as if the entire flock had just burst through the window. She stepped further into the room, the unease that had hung over her the previous night was back.

"Laurel," Stiles called her name, beckoning her over.

Carefully she made her way across the room, avoiding the carcasses that littered the ground. What were they afraid of? She wondered, mass animal suicide seemed perverse, impossible even. Something had driven then to fly into the classroom though and whatever it was definitely wasn't anything good.

The alpha pack? She asked herself but she didn't think so. Sure, werewolves scared animals but to drive them into such a frenzy they were killing themselves? No, Laurel didn't think so; it was something else. Something worse.

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