Everyone steps out of the bus looking up at the old motel. "I've seen worse." Scott says.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asks.

"Seriously, this place looks like the setting to a horror movie." I reply.

Coach blows his whistle before anyone can reply, "Listen up. The meet's been pushed to tomorrow morning. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment in accepting a group of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely."

Coach starts handing out the keys, he gives Allison and Lydia a confused look as they approach. Allison smiles brightly taking the key from him, "Thanks Coach."

Once all the keys are passed out Coach addresses the students once more, "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves."

Once he finishes everyone disperses, trying to find their rooms. Lydia and I hang back, looking at the motel buildings with unease. "Lydia? Scarlett?" Allison's voice breaks us from our thoughts.

"I don't like this place." Lydia states.

"I don't either. I feel like something bad is going to happen." I say.

"It's just for one night." Allison replies, trying to reassure us.

"A lot can happen in a night." Lydia says. I nod in agreement then take a breath and loop my arm through Lydia's, gently pulling her with me.

Once we make it to our door Allison and I pause to look at Stiles and Scott. They both smile then head into their room making Allison turn and walk through the motel door. She throws her bag on the closest bed then looks back at Lydia and I who still haven't entered the room.

"You're both really freaked out, aren't you?" Allison asks.

"I just have this feeling like coming here wasn't an accident." Lydia replies.

"What do you mean? Like we were supposed to come here? Like fate?"

"I don't know. Something." Lydia whispers. As they talk my eyes scan the room and I strain my ears to listen to anything that screams 'danger'.

Allison takes both of our hands, tugging us into the room, "I don't believe in fate."

"Well, maybe you should start." Lydia turns towards me as the door swings shut, "Are you getting your danger sense?"

"I don't know. It doesn't feel like it has before. But I know something is... different about this place. And it definitely doesn't feel good." I answer.

"Well, I'm going to shower." Allison says. She pulls clothes out of her bag then heads into the bathroom. A few seconds later she comes back out, "Can one of you get towels? These all smell like smoke"

Lydia and I both nod, taking the towels from Allison's hand. "I'll go." Lydia says to me.

"I'll come with you. I need to get out of this room." I reply, standing up and following her out of the room.

Lydia and I step into the lobby. Lydia walks up to the front desk, placing the pile of towels onto the counter. I stand slightly behind her, trying to focus on my breathing. "Excuse me, but the card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room. Yet somehow every one of our towels reeks of nicotine."

The desk clerk turns around revealing a permanent tracheostomy tube in her throat. "That would explain it." I mumble.

At the same time the desk clerk addresses Lydia, "Sorry about that, sweetheart."

"What's that? That number." Lydia asks the clerk.

My eyes flicker to the number '198' posted behind the desk. "Oh, that's kind of an inside thing for the motel. My husband insists on keeping it up." The woman replies.

"What does it mean?" Lydia asks once more.

The woman leans closer, "We're not going to make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction."

"Obviously." Lydia states as I roll my eyes.

"But we are number one in California when it comes to one disturbing little detail. Since opening, more than any other motel in California, we've had the most guest suicides." She then points to the number.

"198." Lydia and I both say in disbelief.

The woman smiles, "And counting."

Grabbing the new towels, Lydia and I turn to leave the lobby. I suck in a couple of deep breaths once we are outside. "Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine."

"That doesn't really answer the question. Are you fine right now?"

I look at my best friend, "I feel a little sick. And I still have a feeling that we're in danger." I take another deep breath, "I've dealt with this feeling enough to know not to ignore it."

"Too bad the danger sense doesn't tell you what the danger is."

"That would be too easy."

Back in the room Lydia and I tell Allison about the suicides. "198?" Allison gasps out in shock.

I lazily nod, leaning against the headboard and trying to relax. "Yes. And if we're talking forty years, on average that's only about four point nine five a year which is sort of expected." Lydia says. "But commemorating it with a framed number? Who does that?"

"All suicides?"

"That's what she said." I answer, closing my eyes to avoid the girls concerned looks.

Lydia continues, "Hanging, throat cutting, pill popping, both barrels of a shotgun in the mouth suicides. And I don't know about you but-" She cuts herself off then starts speaking in a whisper, "Did you hear that?"

My eyes flutter open and I use my heightened hearing to try and figure out what she's talking about. "Hear what?" Allison asks.

Lydia stands up and looks towards the air vent. She quickly climbs onto the bed to try and get closer to it. "Lyds?" I question.

Lydia stays silent, intently listening to something that neither Allison nor I can hear. "Oh my God..." She mumbles.

"What is it?" Allison asks.

"Lyds, what happened?" I ask at the same time.

"You guys didn't hear that?" Lydia questions.

"Hear what?" Allison asks once more.

"They shot each other. Two people in the other room- they just shot each other."

Lydia stumbles off of the bed and rushes through the door. She moves to the room next door, Allison and I following closely behind. She swings the door open and reaches for the light switch.

The room is empty, plastic sheets cover the furniture and paint cans litter the floor. A heater is near the wall drying the paint. "I don't get it. It had to be here. You didn't hear them?"

Allison and I both shake our heads, "It was a guy and girl. They sounded young and... they were here. I'm not lying."

"Hey we believe you." Allison starts, "After everything we've been through, we believe you."

"It has to be because of what you are." I say watching as Lydia hurries out of the room.

"Have you figured it out yet?"

We walk back into our room and Lydia starts packing up her bag, "No. I know it has to be a banshee or phoenix like I said before but from what I've found so far a lot of the information online is just stories and myths. Nothing explaining the powers which makes it hard to figure out what you are."

We all pause for a minute then Allison asks Lydia, "You want to leave? Like find another motel?"

"I'll sleep on a park bench if I have to. Something's seriously wrong with this place and we need to leave."

"But they were suicides. Not murders. And it's not like the place is haunted, right?" Allison questions.

I bite my lip as Lydia replies, "Maybe it is. I bet that couple did their suicide pact right in that exact room. Maybe that's why they're renovating it. Maybe they've been scraping brain matter off the wood paneling."

"Maybe we should find out."

We all make our way to the lobby to ask the woman about the room next to us. A sign on the front desk reads 'back at 6am'. "There goes that." Lydia sighs.

Allison looks past the desk, "Didn't you both say that the number was 198?"

Lydia and I both look at the number which now says 201. "It was 198." Lydia replies looking at me for confirmation.

"Yeah, it definitely was 198." I nod, wrapping my arms around me.

"What's that mean? There have been three more suicides?" Allison questions.

"Or three more about to happen." Lydia replies.

Sitting in our room Allison, Lydia, and I tell Stiles about the suicides and the feeling of doom lingering over Lydia and me.

As Allison talks about something that happened between her and Scott earlier, I rest my head on Stiles shoulder and close my eyes, "Last time I saw Scott act like that was on the full moon."

Stiles adjusts the way we sit, wrapping his arm around me so that we would be more comfortable. He then starts speaking, "He was definitely off with me too. But actually, Boyd was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine."

"See? It's the motel." Lydia then gestures to me, "Look at Scarlett-"

"I am not acting strange." I defend myself, cracking an eye open.

"No but you're sick. I'm new to this werewolf thing but I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to get sick." She glares at me.

I sigh and close my eyes again, waiting for Lydia to continue. "We either need to get out of here right now..." She trails off.

I hear a drawer being yanked open as she continues, "Or someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP before all the werewolves go crazy and kill us."

"Hold on. What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?" Stiles asks.

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison questions.

"What if this time it's three werewolves?"

"Scott, Isaac and Boyd."

"Scott and Boyd maybe since we know they're acting weird but Isaac isn't the only other werewolf here. There's me and Ethan too." I say, opening my eyes once more.

Nobody replies as Stiles reaches out, "Let me see that." he says pointing at the bible in Lydia's hand. Lydia hands him the book then he opens it pulling out newspaper clippings.

"What is that?" Allison asks.

Stiles reads the piece of paper, "28 year-old man hangs himself at infamous Glen Capri." He turns a few more pages, finding more newspaper clippings.

Lydia grabs two, "Look at these two. They both mention room 217. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room."

"So if there's a Bible in every room..." Allison starts, mind racing.

"There could be articles in all of the rooms."

"That's just beautiful. Most places leave a mint on the pillow. This one leaves a record of all of the horrible deaths that occured." Stiles sarcastically states.

"What if the room next door has the one about the couple?" Lydia asks.

"Well, let's go check." I say, sitting up. The two other girls have already made their way to the door as I move to stand, though when I do I stand quickly and almost lose my balance.

Stiles grabs my waist to steady me before I can fall, "You alright?"

I nod, "Yeah, just stood up too fast." He still looks concerned so I smile, "Seriously, I'm fine."

I grab his hand and pull him out the door with me. Lydia and Allison stand in front of room 216, "It won't open. It wasn't locked before." Lydia says.

Not getting the chance to reply, we all look at the door as we hear the sound of a saw. "I'm not the only one who heard that, am I?" Lydia asks.

"It sounds like someone turned the hand saw on." Allison states.

I gently elbow the two girls out of the way and reach the handle. I take a breath and using all the strength I can gather in my weakened state, I snap the handle. Opening the door we see Ethan raising the hand saw to his stomach.

"Ethan don't!" Stiles says, moving past me to grab the saw from the Alpha.

Lydia grabs the power cord from the wall just as Stiles wrestles the saw from Ethan. I rush over to Stiles as he falls almost landing on the still moving saw. I quickly help him stand and check him over to make sure he's okay.

Before I can ask, Stiles and I both turn our attention to Allison and Lydia who are trying to stop Ethan from putting his claws into his abdomen. Stiles and I join the girls but Ethan pushes us away. He falls back and hits the heater with his hand. "What the hell? What are you doing?" Ethan frantically asks us.

He examines our out of breath and concerned looks then asks another question, "What just happened?"

Ethan shoves past us heading out the door, "You seriously don't remember?" I ask, rushing after him.

"Didn't you hear what I just said? I don't remember how I got there or what I was doing." Ethan snaps.

I glare as Stiles replies, "Hey, you could be a little more helpful, you know? We did just save your life."

"And you probably shouldn't have."

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing." I say.

We watch as he slams the door to his room shut. "What now?" Lydia asks.

"I'll find Scott. You three grab Isaac and Boyd. The best we can do is get them out of here." Allison answers.

"If you need us just shout. I'll hear you." I say. She nods then quickly goes back up the stairs. I start moving in the direction of Isaac and Boyd's room but stop when I hear Lydia's voice.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I wasn't-"

"Stiles." Lydia warns the brunette.

"Okay," He sighs, "I didn't want to say it. But we've kind of been through something like this before. A lot like this."

"What do you mean? When?" I raise an eyebrow when Lydia asks, just as confused.

Stiles quickly glances at me then looks back at Lydia, "Your birthday party. The night you poisoned everyone with wolfsbane."

"If it's wolfsbane then that would make sense why I'm not being affected the same way as the others." I say, turning back around to continue walking towards Boyd and Isaac's room.

The other two follow, "Lydia I didn't mean you're trying to kill people. I meant that maybe you're somehow involved in getting people to kill themselves." Stiles tries to explain.

"But last time she didn't really remember much of anything because Peter was controlling her. She's perfectly fine right now and-"

Lydia cuts me off, "Do you hear that?"

We both shake our head, exchanging a look. "What do you hear?" Stiles asks.

"A baby crying. It's mother- she can't get it to stop crying. And I hear... I hear water running." She pauses as she listens, "Oh my God, she's drowning the baby."

She then whirls around to face me and Stiles, "Someone's drowning."

We quickly rush to Boyd and Isaac's room. In the bathroom, Boyd has a safe on top of him, keeping him under the water. "He blocked the drain with something. I can't get to it. Help me move the safe." Stiles says.

We all grab onto the safe and try to move it but it's too heavy. "Now would be a great time for the werewolf strength Scar." Lydia mumbles.

"I'm a Zeta. I'm not as strong as a Beta or Alpha. And with me being weak right now I'm probably just back to my normal weak human strength."

"You weren't when you broke that handle earlier."

"Fine, maybe only slightly stronger than you two. But that still doesn't mean I'm strong enough to move this."

"The heater- Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater." Stiles interrupts our arguing.

"Okay, but he's under water." Lydia says.

"Yes, I'm aware of that." Stiles snaps back.

"Wait, the bus, they'll be emergency road flares. They've got their own oxidizers. They can burn underwater."

Right after the words leave her mouth I stand up and rush out the door, "Scar!" I hear them both yell after me but I don't let them finish. I'm the fastest out of us, even with me being weaker right now.

Running into the bus, I quickly found the emergency kit and pulled out three flares. I rushed back into the room, "Okay, here." I handed one to Stiles.

"What do I- how do I do this?" He asks.

"The cap. It's like a match- the cap lights it." Lydia quickly explains.

He twists the cap trying to light it. Lydia and I look on in worry waiting for it to take. After what felt like ages the flare ignites. Stiles shoves it into the bathtub, burning Boyd's arm.

Boyd lurches forward, shoving the safe off of him and onto the bathroom floor. Boyd quickly stands up and starts breathing heavily, "She's gone." he whispers between deep breaths.

"What?" Stiles asks.

"My sister. She's gone." He leans against the wall with a sad look in his eyes. I take a breath and turn around, going back into the bedroom. Stiles reaches for another flare so that he can ignite it.

Once it's ignited he kneels down to come face to face with Isaac who is hiding under the bed, "Hey, Isaac. Got something here for ya." He says as he places the ignited flare on Isaac's skin.

Once it touches he jumps and pushes himself away from Stiles, "What happened?"

"C'mon Isaac. You're okay now." I say as I reach a hand out, helping him stand back up. "You and Boyd should pack your bags. As soon as we find Scott we'll probably spend the night on the bus. This motel is messing with all of us."

Isaac nods, "Are you alright?" I ask before I leave. Lydia and Stiles already left to find Allison and Scott.

"Yeah, Boyd and I will meet you guys at the bus in a little bit." He leans down giving me a quick kiss and lightly pushes me towards the door.

I make my way over to Allison, Lydia, and Stiles, taking note that Scott isn't with them. "We still can't find Scott." Allison says as she sees me.

I don't answer her though and I quickly walk past her. My connection with Scott is kicking in and I know that he is in danger. I let instinct take over and walk to where I know Scott will be.

The others follow me as we all start smelling gasoline.

Scott stands drenched in the gasoline, a wet puddle around him and a lit flare held tightly in his grip. He seems to be in an odd trance-like state as he looks at us. "Scott?" Allison asks from behind me.

"There's no hope," he replies.

"What do you mean? There's always hope."

"Not for me. Not for Derek."

"But Derek wasn't your fault. You know it wasn't." She tries again. Tears rush to my eyes as I look at my brother.

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. And the harder I try to protect everyone, the more people get hurt, the more people get killed."

Finally I speak up, no longer being able to listen. "Scott you know that's not true." I take a step closer. Lydia tries to stop me but I shake her hand off.

"Scott we need you. I need you. I couldn't do half the shit I do without you. You always do the right thing, even if it doesn't seem like it at the time. Scott, I love you. I can't live without you." Tears are sliding down my face as I slowly take more and more steps towards him.

"You would be fine without me. You always have been."

I shake my head, "No. No that's not true. You've always been my rock. I may pick on you sometimes and I may not say it enough or hell, this may even be my first time admitting it but I never cared what others thought about me. As long as you loved me and cared about that's all I ever needed."

I take one last step, now in the gasoline puddle with my twin. I slowly reach for the flare, "You're my best friend, my brother. I wouldn't know how to survive without you. So if you really want to do this, you're going to have to take me with you."

I gently and slowly pull the flare out of Scott's hand. He doesn't try to object. I throw the flare away from us and the puddle and instantly pull Scott in for a tight hug. Behind me I hear Lydia scream, "No!"

Then she pushes Scott and me away from the puddle. Landing on the ground we all turn to look at where we were just standing. The flare rolled back towards the puddle and a fireball erupts.

My head rests on Isaac's chest, his arms wrapped tightly around me. We wake up to bright sunlight filtering in from the windows and Coach and the cross country team entering the bus.

"I don't want to know. I really don't. But, in case you missed the announcement, the meet's canceled. We're headed home. Pack it in." Coach says, looking at all of us.

I get out of Isaac's grasp to move my seat to share with Lydia again. Ethan stops near us, "I don't know what happened last night, but I know you probably saved my life." He says to Scott.

"Actually, I saved your life. But it doesn't matter really. Minor detail." Stiles says. I smile and shake my head waiting for Ethan to continue.

"So, I'm going to give you something... We're pretty sure Derek's still alive. But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack."

Scott interrupts, "And kills his own."

"Or Kali goes after him. And we kill him. That's the way it works."

"Your little code of ethics is kind of barbaric FYI." Stiles states.

Before the bus starts moving Lydia quickly stands up, "Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?"

Not giving him the chance to respond she quickly grabs his whistle pulling it off of his neck. "I want that back." He says.

Lydia cups her hand around the whistles vent and gives a short breath. She pulls her hand away to show her palm covered in purple dust, "Wolfsbane." She says.

"Every time Coach blew the whistle in the bus- Scott, Scar, Isaac, Boyd-"

"And Ethan." Lydia adds.

"We all inhaled it." Scott says.

"You were all poisoned by it." Allison continues.

"That's how the Darach got into their heads. That's how he-" Stiles starts.

"Or she." I pipe in.

Stiles looks at me with a look of disbelief. "What? I'm just saying not all killers are men."

"Yeah, you've said that before Scar. Thank you." Stiles then turns to Lydia and grabs the whistle out of her hand.

Just as the bus starts driving away he tosses the whistle out the window. Coach glares and starts to scream but Stiles speaks before he gets the chance, "I'll buy you a new one."