Thanks for the reviews! I'm home for another week and I'm hoping to get a few more chapters done. I'm trying to get all of my stories I'm currently working on updated. I was able to get a few chapters done for Laci, so I'll be able to update again soon. There still is the question of who Laci's new end game will be, or if I should stick with Derek. I do not own anything in chapter, besides Laci, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 3

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Laci was released from the hospital and after a nights of resting, she was ready to face going back to school. Her mom had offered to let her stay home as long as she needed, but she couldn't wait to go back to normal life. Of course, that also included the supernatural. Some girl Lydia knew was having night terrors, but she expected it to be something more. Now the girl was missing and just the night before a prisoner transport van had been attacked by said missing girl.

It felt like old times as they hid between the buses, huddled together as they tried to figure out what was going on. "Tracy wasn't just having trouble sleeping. It was a real disorder. It was night terrors."

"Well now, she's the night terror. Especially since no one can find her." Stiles said.

Malia stood on one side him while Laci stood on the other. She wasn't sure what to think of the were-coyote yet. She'd only met her once, and that was when she was on all fours trying to kill her and her friends. She wasn't sure she liked the fact she was with Stiles either. That might be because of the whole 'she tried to kill us' thing though.

"Well, okay, I know we're all tired and miserable." Scott started to say before pausing and glancing to his left to Liam's friend. "Except for you."

There were so many new additions to the group, Laci wasn't sure what to think. She didn't know these people, besides Kira kind of. She didn't trust them. Scott and Stiles trusted them though, so that had to mean something. "Oh, I'm sorry. This is all just . . . mind blowing." Liam's friend, Mason, said as he looked over at Stiles, Malia, Laci, and Liam. "You're a kitsune." He said, motioning to Kira. "I don't even know what that is."

"I'm still learning."

"Liam, we said to tell him, not to invite him into the inner circle." Stiles scolded the beta, earning an elbow to the side from Laci. "Ow!"

"I-I'm in the inner circle?"

"No."

"Yeah," Stiles and Liam said at the same time.

"Guys, look, back to Tracy." Scott said, trying to get them back on track. "She's just one lone wolf. We can find her."

"One lone serial killing wolf."

"I see we found a new Isaac." Laci muttered under her breath.

Stiles shot her a look, silently asking her to lay off. The last thing any of them needed was Laci and Malia going at it like he and Isaac use to. "Uh, she only killed one person. You know, the other two were mauled. What do we do when we catch her." He said, hoping to stop a fight from breaking out. Malia wasn't good with controlling her temper, and Laci wasn't helping the matter.

"Something to put her down." Malia said out.

The group was quiet, none of them knowing what to say. While it was the easiest choice, they weren't just going to agree to kill someone they could try to help. If they took the easy way out, they wouldn't be who they were now. Nothing was as simple as it could be. "Intense." Mason said out, breaking the silence.

"Guys lets concentrate on catching her first. We'll figure out the rest later." Scott said, looking around the group before clearing his throat. "We should get to class. Lace, you good to go on your own?" He asked, locking gazes with his twin.

Laci looked startled, but quickly covered it up with a weak smile and a nod. She hadn't realized Scott wouldn't be coming with her, even if it was just to drop her off at her class. It was her first day back, she would have thought he'd stick by her. She wasn't going to act like a five year old who needed her brother to hold her hand though. "Yeah, um, I'm good. I'll see you later." She said, looking between them all before adjusting her bag and taking off.

Stiles looked just as surprised as she felt. He knew she wasn't alright with doing this alone, and it was clearly written on her face. He didn't have to be a werewolf to know she was scared. He just had to be her best friend. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his bag as he avoided Scott's and Malia's eyes. "I'm, uh, get going too. See you later." He said, giving Malia a quick brush of the lips before going off in the direction Laci had gone.

Malia looked after him confused. She didn't know the history between Stiles and Laci, but she could see she meant something to him. She'd seen that when he tried to stay in the hospital with her. She didn't know how to feel about that. She felt weird, jealous maybe, and she didn't like it. Stiles was her boyfriend, he cared about her. She didn't understand what was happening, and that probably scared her the most.

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Laci stood in front of the familiar high school doors, her fingers clenched around her bag strap so tightly her knuckles were turning white. A few months ago, she'd been declared dead. She was dead, but somehow she wasn't. Who's ever ashes they'd spread weren't hers. Now she was back, ready to go into her senior year. Thankfully, she was able to still go into her senior year with Scott and Stiles.

Taking a deep breath, she looked around. Nothing had changed, but then so much had changed about it. Isaac, Aiden, Ethan, Allison, Erica, Boyd, Jackson, none of them walked these halls any more. For a few months, she'd been among that list too. They'd lost so many, but apparently gained new friends. Kira, Malia, and Liam. They wouldn't replace the friends they'd lost, but she was excited to get to know them.

The look on Scott's face when he talked about Kira, she'd seen it before when he use to talk about Allison. He loved her. He was able to move on and find happiness. From what Stiles had let slip, Derek had been able to too. With Braden. It hurt knowing he was with someone else, that he'd left with her, but she was happy he was happy.

No one had heard from Isaac, only knew he was in Europe. He'd left after her death with Chris Argent. She wondered if he found new love too. She'd been tempted to call him, tell him she was alive, but she didn't for that exact reason. She didn't want to open old wounds if he was happy. It was the same with Derek. She didn't want to turn his world upside down.

It didn't matter what she wanted, she wasn't any more sure what she wanted now than she did then. For her, a few months hadn't just passed by. She was still as in love with Derek as she was that night when she took a sword to the chest for him. She loved Isaac too. He'd been her first love, first time, first everything. She wasn't just going to forget that. She knew they should know she was alive, but she would do it on her own time, when she was ready to tell them.

Letting the rest of the world know she was alive was tricky. They'd had a service for her. They spread her ashes, so obviously there was questions. The sheriff had come up with a cover story, saying she was kidnapped by someone they still hadn't caught. She was able to escape and she returned home with memory loss of what had happened to her. Which, wasn't far from the truth. She really couldn't remember where she'd been the last few months.

She jumped a mile high when an arm wrapped around her, yelping softly. Breathing hard, she looked over to see it was just Stiles. He looked guilty, not meaning to scare her. "Sorry, Lace, I didn't think." He apologized, moving his arm away as they walked down the hall.

She knew he felt guilty enough. He blamed himself for her death. It was the Nogitsune who'd gotten her killed, not him. She didn't blame him, not for a second. Touching his hand, she gave him a small smile and shook her head. "It's alright, Stiles. I'm just jumpy." She told him, trying to ease his guilt.

He returned her smile with a weak one of his own, but she knew it was forced. Stopping at her locker, she paused when she realized she didn't remember the pin. She'd memorized that pin freshman year. How could she not remember? It was burned into her brain, she use to know it without even thinking about it. "Hey, relax. I got it." Stiles said, noticing how she froze.

He touched her hands, taking the lock from her, and punched in the pin for her. The lock opened without trouble. She felt embarrassed, she couldn't even open her own locker. "It's no big deal, Lace. You'll be back to normal in no time." He tried to reassure her, but they knew it wasn't that simple.

She could feel it, something was wrong with her, but she didn't want to worry Scott and Stiles anymore than they were already. Her body felt weird. She'd have to ask Deaton about it later whenever Scott and Stiles decided to leave her alone for more than two minutes. The only reason Scott wasn't with them now was because he had AP Biology. That was her reasoning for why he didn't walk her. He was nervous about that class, he'd told her how hard it was going be, but she was proud of him for trying.

As she and Stiles approached her first class, they stopped in the door way. Turning to face him, he could see just how nervous she was. "Thanks for walking me, Stiles. I know you didn't have to. I'm a big girl, I could have done it on my own." She said, smiling weakly as she brushed her hair back nervously. It was a nervous tick she had. Stiles was the first to point that out when they were younger.

He kiss her head, squeezing her shoulder. "You're gonna be fine. It's just history, boring but you're good at it. I'll see you later, Lace."

Giving him a one armed hug, that seemed to linger a moment longer than it should have, she went inside and found her seat. Stiles followed her until she was settled in and smiled weakly when he saw her already talking to someone else. She'd be fine, he knew it. As if feeling someone watching him, he looked forward to see Malia standing there. Taking a deep breath, there was something he had to tell her.

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Class was half over when the fire alarm went off. Laci jumped, startled as she looked around frightened. Her nails dug into the wood of her desk. Something was wrong. Jumping up from her seat, she hurried out of the classroom and went to the nearest bathroom. She just barely made it to the sink before black ooze came out of her mouth.

Holding onto the sink, she seemed to choke for air as more came up her throat. She felt like she was choking on blood. Her eyes burned as she coughed up more black ooze. Her entire body felt like it was fire. "Laci?" Lydia's voice rang out.

Her head snapped up, the eyes staring back at her pitch black. Those weren't her eyes. This wasn't her. Black ooze dropped down her chin, her eyes as dark as coal. "Laci, you in there?" Her friend's voice called out again, shaking the door as she tried to open it. She hadn't realized she locked it. "Laci!" Lydia called out, worry clear in her voice.

Her hands were shaking as she tried to clean up the sink. Turning on the warm water, she grabbed some paper towels as she attempted to scrub it away. "I-I'm fine! I'll be out in-in a second!" She called back, her voice cracking as tears ran down her face. It wasn't coming off the porcelain. She couldn't get it to go away.

"Laci, let me in." Lydia pleaded.

She couldn't see this. Lydia would tell Scott. She couldn't see this. Scott couldn't know, none of them could know. Glancing at the sink, a whimper left her lips. Her eyes were still black. Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited a moment before opening them again. Still pitch black. It was starting to seriously scare her. This was not happening right now. This couldn't be happening. Not with everything else going on.

Giving up on the sink, it was a lost cause, she grabbed new paper towels and started scrubbing it off her face and hands. It wasn't any easier, but it came off. Lydia was shaking the door, trying to open it. She needed to hurry up. Her eyes were still black. There was no hiding that.

Shaking, she crossed the room, pausing at the door. Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes as she unlocked the door and pulled it open a few inches. Opening her eyes, she wasn't sure what to expect from her friend. "I-I just wasn't feeling well. Um, I-I'm fine." She lied, trying to control her shaking hands.

Lydia stared at her and for a moment she thought it was because of her eyes. There was no lying when she had eyes as black as coal. But she hadn't started screaming, Laci realized. Lydia simply pushed her way into the bathroom, determined to find what her friend was hiding. Laci felt panicked, worried about what she'd say when she saw the black ooze that had stained the sink.

"Lydia, I can explain-" She tried to say, but paused when she saw the sink.

It was clean. No sign of black ooze. Walking over slowly, she glanced in the mirror. Her eyes were completely normal. The brown color was staring back at her now. What the hell was going on with her? Had any of it been real? Before she could even think of how to answer those questions, Lydia pulled on her wrist, pulling her out of the bathroom.

"Tracy's here. We've got to go."

Kira was waiting for them at the end of the hall. Her and Lydia had been in the class when Scott left with Liam. They left as soon as the fire alarm went off. The three rounded the corner just as Scott, Malia, Stiles, and Kira's father carried Stacy out and left Liam was standing there. "They're taking her to the animal clinic?" Kira asked as they joined the confused beta.

"Yeah, to-to see if Deaton can figure out what's wrong with her." Liam said, looking between the three girls.

Lydia glanced at Laci before looking at the other two. They already knew what was wrong with her, they just didn't know how to fix it yet, and they would fix it. Lydia didn't want another person to die, not if she had a say in the matter. She knew the others agreed with her. "What's wrong with her is that she killed two people. Her father and according to Parish, her psychiatrist." She whispered, looking between them.

Kira felt helpless just standing here. There had to be something they could do. It couldn't be just Deaton with all the answers. She barely knew Stacy though. "Isn't there anyone else we can talk to?" She asked, looking between Liam and Lydia. "Does she still have her mom? Any family?" She asked, just hoping for something.

Laci knew there had to be someone. Derek was an orphan, but he still had someone. His sister and Peter. Even after they were gone, he'd someone. He'd had Isaac, Boyd, and Erica. They were his pack, he was their alpha. They were family. "Alpha." She suddenly thought, looking between the three confused teens. "She's werewolf. She has an alpha, right?" She asked, hoping they caught on.

"Anyone know if there's a new one that moved to Beacon Hills?" Lydia asked, looking between Liam and Kira.

Kira and Liam shared a look, they knew of one alpha at least. One neither of them wanted to see again any time soon. Her or her pack. They'd just have to suck it up, especially if it meant a way to save Tracy. "No, but there is an old one." Kira spoke up, glancing at Liam. "One of the oldest. We know her."

"And her pack." He grumbled.