It's The Same, Wherever You Go

Chapter Twelve

Alpha Attack

Jaydra's head bounces as she listens to Fall Out Boy through her headphones as she jogs down the street. There was no destination in her mind as she races down the streets, until her green eyes catches a glimpse of red and blue. And there's only one reason why those two colors are flashing together. Police lights.

Pushing her body faster, Jaydra races down to the old video rental store and her eyes widen as she sees Jackson arguing with police, while Lydia sits in the back of an ambulance, in a shock blanket.

Ignoring the police tape, Jaydra runs over to Lydia and pulls her into a hug. Lydia is the most brilliant person ever to grace Beacon Hills, but she's also the girl who likes to play the innocent, ditzy girl to win over Jackson.

"Lydia, what happened?" Jaydra asks, rubbing her friends back as she sits beside her in the ambulance.

"J-Jackson found a body . . ." she says quietly, but there was something in the way she said it that put Jaydra off. Like the honor roll student was hiding something; something that she couldn't explain.

Glancing over at the video rental store, Jaydra notices the large pane of glass that lay in pieces on the ground, and the damage done inside. Looks like something that a wild animal would do. Or an Alpha.

"I DON'T HAVE TO TAKE THIS BULLSHIT!" Jackson suddenly yells, pushing a cop back. Sir Jackass was clearly livid at how the police was treating him.

Jaydra understood the feeling. Knowing what really happened, but the police won't believe the truth. They only believe what they see. But that doesn't give Jackson the right to act like a arrogant prick about it. Standing up, Jaydra walks over to the yelling teenager and pulls him back from the deputy, making sure to stand between the two.

"Sir Joffery, you need to calm it down," she growls out, her green eyes piercing into Jackson's.

Jackson returns a glare of his own at the young girl. "Don't you even start on ordering me around, Winchester."

Gritting her teeth, Jaydra forced herself to calm down before she continues. "You know, I get you went through some rough shit tonight, but right now you need to cool your tits and answer the deputy's questions."

"Why do I need to listen to you?" Jackson snaps. "You're no cop."

Jaydra's eyebrow began to twitch rapidly, showing her aggravation. "No, I'm not," she agrees quietly, before looking back up at Jackson. "But you're a key witness here, and while you're arguing with an officer, your feeble mind is already starting to forget some key details that could aid to this case. So calm down and follow the deputy's instructions." And with that, Jaydra returns over to Lydia as a new police unit arrives. Sheriff John Stilinski has finally arrived.

"Jackson, I know you want to go home, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just want to make sure you don't have a concussion," John explains, before motioning to the deputy. "And we need to get your statement for the records."

"What part of 'I'm fine' are you people having a problem grasping?!" the captain of the Lacrosse team snarls, looking over everyone. "I want to go home!"

John sighs and held up a hand. "I understand that, son," he starts, but is immediately cut off by Jackson.

"No, you don't!" he growls, glaring at the sheriff. "You don't understand, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum-wage, rent-a-cop like you!"

At that comment, Jaydra couldn't keep quiet by Lydia any longer. With murder in her eyes, she begins to stalk towards Jackson, ready to beat him to a bloody pulp, even with all the police eye-witnesses. No one messes with her father figure here in Beacon Hills.

Stiles, who was ordered to stay in the police car by his father, seen the murderous glint in his best friends eyes, and he immediately opens the door. His mind races, trying to think of a way to stop it, only to see the coroner dragging a dead body out on a stretcher. Perfect.

"Oh my god!" he squeals out softly. "I-Is that a dead body?!"

At the announcement, everyone begins to look over at the covered body and asking questions. Stiles took the diversion and walked over to Jaydra and ushers her towards the side walk.

"I'm going to kill him," she growls murderously.

"No, you're not," Stiles states, pushing her away. "Go, run home, or run the killer instincts down. Do something so I don't have to bring your homework to you while you sit in jail."

Jaydra takes a deep breath and glances back at the video store, and as she looks back, she notices Derek and Scott standing on the roof. They obviously knew what she was suspecting. This wasn't an animal attack. It was an Alpha attack.

Shoving her hands into her pocket, Jaydra begins walking down the road, sticking her headphones back into her ears.

ITSWYG

As the music began to turn upbeat, Jaydra starts to run. With no known destination in mind, Jaydra found herself in front of the burnt Hale house roughly forty-five minutes after the attack at the video store.

Sighing, the sandy blonde hunter walks up to the door of the blue eyed beta, and hears her friend, Scott, arguing with Derek. Shocker.

"Whatever! I have homework to do," Scott snarls out. "I have to go to a parent-teacher conference tomorrow because I'm failing Chemistry!"

Derek turns to look at the young pup with a raised eyebrow. "You want to do homework? Or do you want to not die?" Turning to walk up the stairs, Derek continued, "You have less than a week until the full moon. You don't kill with him, he kills you."

Scott ran a hand through his hair. "Okay, seriously, who made up these rules?!"

That's when Jaydra decided to make her presence aware. "It's a rite of passage into his pack."

"Jay?" Scott asked, looking over at the hunter. "What are you doing here?"

"I came here before I ripped Jackson into pieces," she mutters, sitting at the base of the stairs.

Derek smirks down at her. "With your attitude, I'd say you were a werewolf."

"Tsk," Jaydra scoffs, looking back up at the blue-eyed beta. "If I were a werewolf, I'd be the Alpha Bitch."

Derek snorts a laugh. "That's the truth."

Jaydra flips Derek off as she turns to look back at the youngest pup. "We don't know where these rules came from, pup," she says softly. "We just know the rite of passage is the same for every new werewolf pup."

"You know what else is a rite of passage? Graduating high school!" Scott yells out, desperation in his eyes. "And you don't have to kill anyone to do it!"

"Even though you come close," Jaydra mutters softly.

"Why can't you just find him yourself?!" Scott demands, his brown eyes looking up at Derek. "Why can't you just sniff him out when he's a human?"

Jaydra sighs, rubbing her eyes. She opens her mouth to answer the question, but Derek cuts her off.

"Because his human scent could be entirely different. It HAS to be you," Derek says, stepping down the steps, getting closer to the young pup. "You have a connection with him. A link that you can't understand. If Jaydra and I teach you to control your abilities, you can find him."

Scott looks between Derek and Jaydra, a small ray of hope shining in his eyes. "So if I help you, you can stop him?"

"Not alone," Derek reminds the young pup. "We're stronger in numbers."

"A pack makes the individual more powerful," Jaydra informs, moving to stand by Derek.

Scott sighed, realizing that the two are pushing him into a corner. "How am I supposed to help if I have no idea what I'm doing?"

"We're going to teach you," Jaydra growls out. "Didn't you hear Derek the first time?"

"Do you remember what happened that first night you were shot in the arm? Right after you were hit?" Derek asks, standing in front of Scott.

The brown headed pup nodded, his shaggy brown hair falling in his face. "Yeah, I changed back."

"And when you were hit by his car, same thing, right?" Jaydra says, walking over to Scott, making her movements slow and calculated. "So there's a common denominator."

Suddenly, Jaydra runs over and grabs Scott's hand and twists to break the bone. The only reason she was able to do it, is because Scott was focusing solely on Derek, letting his guard down.

Scott howls in pain as he holds his broken wrist. "What the hell was that for?!"

"It'll heal," Derek says, watching as Scott's bones begins to mend back together.

Once his hand was back to normal, Scott flexed his fingers. "It still hurts."

"I could totally quote Lion King here," Jaydra laughs, sitting back on the step. "'The Past can hurt. But the way I see it, you can either run from it, or learn from it,'" she recites from heart.

"And that pain is what keeps you human," Derek says as Scott turns to leave, his hand fully healed. "Maybe he will survive."

After Scott is a good distance away, Jaydra looks up at Derek. "No leads at all?" she asks, resting her head in her hand as she sits at the base of the steps.

"Not on my end," Derek says. His eyes look over at her, in a silent question.

"I can't get into the records here," she pouts slightly. "I'm not exactly new around here anymore. I can't play the FBI character now."

"So it's down to Scott," Derek sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Jadyra laughs and stands, heading to the door. "Don't count me out yet, Hale."

ITSWYG

The following day, Jaydra found herself in her Chemistry class, hosted by Mr. Harris, the biggest Dandy Dick of a teacher.

"Just a friendly reminder," Mr. Harris starts, his eyes looking over his class behind his glasses. "Parent-teacher conferences are tonight. Students below a 'C' average are required to attend." Harris continues to stalk up and down the aisle of the students, his eyes narrowing in on certain students. "I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment."

"Geez," Jaydra mutters, resting her head in her hand as she watches the teacher basically terrify the failing students. "Talk about horrible teaching techniques."

Harris looks around the room, looking for a specific student. "Has anyone seen Scott McCall?"

~What happened to not calling anyone out?~ Jaydra mentally asks herself, raising an eyebrow. The hunter glances down at her phone in her hand, waiting for her brother to text her back. Seeing if he had any better luck getting into the police records for any clues about the Alpha.

Suddenly, the door to the Chemistry room opened and Jackson enters, his face says it all. He wants to be anywhere other than here. Where everyone looks at him with pity.

Harris walked over to Jackson, patting him on the shoulder. "Jackson, if you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know," the teacher says, before motioning Jackson to sit beside Jaydra, that being the only open seat left. Harris returns to the front of the classroom, looking over his students. "Everyone, start reading Chapter Nine."

After opening her book to the desired chapter, Jaydra leans over and whispers to Jackson, "You good, Sir Joffery?"

Jackson scoffs, his eyes darting over to glare at the girl. "Why do you care?"

"Frankly, I don't," Jaydra retorts, sitting back in her chair, her voice still barely a whisper. "But what happened to you, it could mess with anyone's head."

Jackson snarls at her slightly. "You don't know shit about what's going on in my mind."

Jaydra raises an eyebrow. "I don't know what it's like to see a dead body, or being attacked by something?" she asks with a sarcastic tone. "Sorry, Jackass, that train has left the depot."

Jackson's eyes softened the slightest bit. "How . . . How did you stop seeing it? The body?"

Jaydra looks over, her green eyes growing duller. "I haven't." As she answers, flashes of previous dead bodies from hunts haunts her mind