Kate was very meticulous in the way she moved and spoke, an amost sinister smirk on her lips as she walked around to the man before tied up before me. I never took my eyes off of him. "So he was what was in the school?"

"No. He a beta. There's two in the town and they follow the orders of the Alpha- that's who was in the school," she explained, touching the rock hard abs of Derek as she did. He snarled at her, flexing and writhing in his ties as he tried to escape.

"I don't get it. How- how is this possible?" I hadn't been this flustered over something in a long time. My heart was pounding in my ears; I could barely breathe steadily. Everything I had researched and sibliminally heard was just starting to make sense and I wasn't sure how to feel about it.

"I'm actually not quite, sure- but thats what makes us important. You see this?" Kate's fingers danced on the knob of the voltage levels until she finally cranked it all the way up. I could actually see the sparks travelling up the cables as Derek screamed in agony, his body being electrocuted non-stop. Kate ignored him and continued, "If me or you were up there, we would be fried in seconds. But him and his kind? Do you know how unfair that is?"

For some reason I felt comfortable enough to come into the room. Unconciously I had crossed my arms, but now I let them fall to my sides. I could see Derek wasn't getting out of the trap he was in any time soon and that was probably a good thing. His body jerked and jerked until finally Kate turned the knob down and his head dropped. "Is he dead?"

Kate snorted and looked back at me. "No, just out cold. Electricity is one of the only things that can sedate them. You see the problem right- do you see this?" She stepped towards his unconsious body and pried open his mouth, showing me the long fangs jutting out of his canines. "These are fangs. They are made to tear up the flesh of innocent people out there like his kind has been doing. Think of every innocent person in the last month, lost to an 'animal attack'." She reached up to touch is fingers. "These are claws- the type you only find on predators. And that's where we come in."

"We hunt those who hunt us," I murmered once that specific memory came back into my head.

"Bingo." Kate smiled from ear to ear with a brow raised. She switched off the light in the tunnel we were in and started advancing me.

"Why didn't they tell me?" I questioned as that sick feeling of betrayal by my own parents started to pool in my stomach. I couldn't stop thinking about how every little thing they might've told me- and every little excuse was a lie to hide the bigger picture.

"Honey, I don't think it was you more than it was Allison. I mean, look at you- you've trained your whole life to kill."

Kill. A word that was so foriegn but felt right. Everything I was talented at- the knives, bows, even guns. I was made and trained since young. "To kill."

The smile never left my aunts face as she started to lead me out of the room. "Exactly. They think Allison is some scared little girl whos not ready."

"Are you going to tell her?"

"I've been working on it- she deserved to know her true calling just as much as you. Even if I did tell her, she's still so invested in her normal teenage girl life- which is fine. But for you?" She paused. "I need your help right now."

"With what?" I gave Derek one last parting glance before we left the room. Kate eyes never left mine as she slid the door closed. Both her tone and face got dead serious.

"You're going to help me kill the second beta."

That night I found myself in my training room. I kept the music off this time as I worked around the space in the room, perfecting my every move until I could run, glide, and slide through the space while throwing knives, loading a bow, and stabbing into my training dummies. It was only till I noticed that it was two am that I couldn't get much practice in a small space that I already knew.

My car was fully loaded with an array of weapons in under five minutes. I felt like the tomb raider. I could be a character to a video game. A werewolf slaying video game. Maybe like the girl from Underworld. I smirked to myself as I drove. Imagine me as the bad ass female protaganist that will become the source for some teenage boys wet dreams.

The spot I decided on was the cemetery; it was a big, empty, open space where I had things to dodge (tombstones), things to launch myself (benches), and things to bury knives and arrows into (trees). My plan seemed very legit- at least to me.

Having a goal and purpose was very liberating. I felt like there is a specific reason for me to be in Beacon Hills now. I couldn't get rid of the smile sitting on my face as I suited up. Dagger on hip, throwing knives on thigh, tomahawk on back with arrows, bow in hand. I parked and exited the car, eyeing a path and my first tree victim.

I took off into a sprint, reaching behind for an arrow and loading it into my bow- I stopped for a second, shot, and didn't even check to see if it landed before I was reloading and shooting a second and then third arrow; they all were lodged into the tree in an almost perfect line.

Nine left. This time, I ran down a path to the left, using one foot to project myself off the top of a bench and shoot an arrow at the same time while I was in the air. I tucked my arms and the bow into my chest as I attempted to roll off the ground into a kneeling position,

Once I landed, I shot the second and third arros in a second. Those two landed in the tree, even though the first didn't. Three left.

I got up from the ground and moved to where the rows of tombsones were. There was a big yelllow gravedigger that I wanted to climb onto. I loaded my bow and began to sprint, moving from left to right between the dead people as I got closer to the machine.

"WOAH!"

The ground went out from under me and I fell straight down. Into a hole. The fall took me completely out of my warrior mode and also knocked the entire wind out of me. There was nothing but dirt sorrounding me. I was literally six feet under. I didn't even want to get up from my lying position just because of how much pain that fall brought me.

I closed my eyes and lay there for a second. Even the femme fatales must fall.

"Um, Hello?"

A male voice from above caused me to snap my eyes open and jump back into position. A vulnerable young female trapped in a grave? Not my forte. I forced my body up to a standing position and considering I was 5'8, my head wasn't that far from the top of the hole.

My green eyes locked onto a famliar pair of blue ones. I immediatly began to search the person's face. It was him. After months I was finally seeing his handsome face again. While I was stuck in a grave.

"What are you doing?" He asked again. I noticed he always had this frantic, panicked behavior. His shoulders were broad yet he kept them tucked like he was cowering from something. Even the way he looked over his shoulder constantly. It made me nervous.

"Calm down! Just help me up." I put my arms up for him to grab. The benefit of us both being tall lanky people was that we both had long ass arms.

He looked back one more time before reaching into the hole and grabbing my hands. His grip was so tight. I had never touched him before and for some reason I almost felt chills as soon as our fingers intertwined.

"You ready?" He asked in a much more reasuring tone.

"I don't weigh that much!" He nodded quickly after I yelled and began to pull me up. It didn't take that much effort for my head to be above ground and I stretched my legs out so that I could help him by walking up the wall.

When I got to a squatting position, the boy reached one hand under my arm and pulled me up while simalteaneously throwing himself back.

Of course I landed right on top of him. I could feel his heartbeat though both of our chests, the proximity of our faces had his hot breath fanning all over my face.

It took us both a minute to do anything- I was lost in those sad, innocent blue eyes and his hands had dropped and settled firmy on my hips but I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. I was the first to speak when I said, "Um. Sorry."

My words brought him back, and he jerked his hands away from holding me. The sudden action made me roll right off him and straight up to my feet. I peered back in the hole as he stood to his feet and started to dust his clothes.

Now that there was more light and I wasn't so close, there were a few marks on his face that seemed to be healing but the bruise on his cheekbone was fresh. I wanted to question him so bad, the words were sitting on my tongue but I swallowed them quickly. "Could you get my bow out of there for me?"

He peeked over the hole and a noticeable grimace came across his face. A few seconds of silence went by before he gulped and looked over to me. "I-I can't. I mean I can but it's just the hole. I-"

"You don't like tight spaces? It's fine. You gonna help me back up?"

There was still an uncomfortable look on his face. Why was it alwyas something with him? This was so not me. "What is it with you?"

"Huh?"

"You're a giant but you're so sheepish and...sad. Everytime I've ever seen you which, by the way is not alot, you just seem panicked, scared like- I wanna give you a hug and I don't even hug my own family." I explained, taking a step towards him. I looked around. "Why are you in a graveyard?"

"I work here, my father runs it." Him mentioning his father just reminded me of that night again.

"What about school?"

"I'm in school as much as you."

"So you keep track of the time I spend in school?" I raised a brow and cocked my head to the side out of pure curiousity.

"No I just.." he trailed off and left it at that. I couldn't help but snort.

"I forgot your name," I changed the subject just to keep him talking.

"Isaac," he whispered out, never even looking up at me.

I had so much going on and so much to figure out but I wanted to add him to that list. The bruises, the sheephish behavior, hiding from his dad. And then it all clicked in my head. Now I wanted to give him a hug times ten. I didn't even know what to say.

"I'm-"

"Jocelyn," he said for me knowingly. I smiled. He remembered. "Last time you were passed out drunk in the middle of the road and now you're running through a cemetery shooting arrows at trees."

"And falling into graves," I finished with a dry laugh. "Gladly you're always here to save me."

"I don't think you're the one that needs saving," he murmerd, reaching a hand up to his face. He tried to play if off by running his hand through his curls but he was not fooling me.

"Well, yeah, to be honest, I just got some…. News. Do you ever know how you're supposed to feel but not really sure sure how you actually feel. Because I've been moving like a zombie for awhile now and now I've got this thing that I have to keep to myself while looking at the people around me as suspects- not that I trust them anyway but its like- I'm just not sure about anything but I know I have to be." It was weird to me that I could vent to this complete stranger before my own aunt or my sisters but I just felt no judgement coming from him.

"Sounds confusing." I started to giggle at his obvious statement and he joined me soon after.

"I'm sorry, I know you have your own problems," I said through the laughs but he shook his head.

"I'd rather not focus on my problems." He said bluntly.

I understood completely but it was hard not to press him for more. "Do you ever get an escape?"

"Right now."

"Working in a graveyard?"

"This conversation." I swallowed hard at his words. For some reason my eyes started to sting. I. Just. Want. To. Hug. Him.

"So I should keep talking?" I joked, wagging my brows at Isaac who was finally not looking down. He was looking at me but never for too long. "I'm not even really close with my twin but I can't think of anyone else to maybe talk too- but its like I can't because she's so busy with her boyfriend."

"Scott McCall?"

"Yeah. And I really wouldn't care except there hasn't been one since they've met where's he's been consistent. I don't know what it is about him Maybe because he's the lacrosse star-"

"Yeah, it's weird actually. It's like he got good out of nowhere. I wish," Isaac said with his hands now shoved in his pockets.

I scoffed. "Add to that list." I looked up to the sky and then back at the boy in front of me. "I'm not jealous, I don't care that she has a boyfriend but pick someone better. I tell her to ease up, explore her options- find someone who won't ditch her last second, lie to her, stand her up, almost get her killed, never tell her the full story, drive her freaking crazy. She always makes time for him and he makes no time for her- it's like he has this big secret double life that he won't let her in on…." My words slowed as I started to piece things together in my head.

"You okay?" Isaac asked once he noticed my face. I slowly shook my head.

"It's him," I said to myself. "I gotta go," I exclaimed in a hurry

"Your bow!"

I was already running back to my car. "It's okay!" I shouted back, "I have way more!"

Scott's the beta. I would have to tell Kate. And we would have to kill him.

"I think you're right." Kate whispered to me. I told her what I knew first thing in the morning. We sat on my bed each with our own cups of coffee. Of course I skipped school, but even though Allison was gone we were still very quiet and cautious about everything we said.

"Did you tell her about Derek Hale?"

Kate nodded, looking past me at the dress I had hung up on my closet door. "I did. But I also told her that she needs to go to the formal and have fun like a normal teenager."

"I'm not doing that," I stated quickly, glancing to the pretty satin dress I had hanging up. "I'm not going to go to a dance and pretend everything is fine in front of Allison, Scott, and all his friends."

"You have to go.. If not to party then as my lookout. Everything is fine, he doesn't we know and niether does Allison so we have the upper hand," Kate explained, hopping up from her sitting position and starting a pace back in forth in front of me. "Tonight, you're going to go to the dance, you're going to have a gun, a knife- it doesn't matter -and you're going to provoke Scott enough that he changes. In front of Allison."

"You want him to make him attack me?"

Kate scoffed. "He won't hurt you in front of the love of his life. Hell, he might even surrender!"

I nodded slowly along with every word. It did make sense. "Fine. It's a plan."

My dress was iconic, it was a moment and I'm realy upset that it would be wasted trying to provoke Scott. I couln't even drink and that was going to be what saved me from going without a date.

Since I wasn't going to party, I decided I would show up late, steal all the attention for a few seconds and then retreat back into my own space so I could wait for Scott.

In my car, I looked in my mirror while I fixed my lip gloss. The Satin dress was proably too sexy for this fomal but I never cared. I had the jeweled choker, matching earrings, bracelets and black square sunglasses to go with. Such a Britney Spears moment.

Well except for the dagger strapped to my thigh. I felt like the lead to an action movie as I stepped out of my car and began to strut towards the building. The music was already blasting out of the gym and it was slow dance music; the perfect time for a late entrance.

I pushed the door to the gym open roughly, and it made a noise loud enough to make everyone look at me when it hit a chair. I smiled and sashayed through the crows, extending my long legs so that everyone could catch a glimpse. I had to live for something- and that was for all eyes on me.

Then I noticed both Scott and my sister, foreheads touching as they whispered to each other in their own world. The smile plastered on her face almost broke my heart. Her world was about to come crashing down tonight. It felt a little selfish but what had to be done, had to be done.

I found my seat reserved at the table for Stiles, Lydia, Jackson, Allison and dropped my purse and keys off. One shot definitely won't hurt. I just needed to find the right perosn.

I was barely here for ten minutes and definitely not drunk when I felt a hand pull on my arm roughly from where I was standing, and I spun to face whoever the fuck was touching me. It was Stiles. I wonder if he knew. He probably had to.

"Jocelyn, did you see Lydia anywhere? She left to find Jackson outside and I haven't seen either of them," he said in a hurry. He sounded way too worried for my liking.

"I just got here. Did you not think that maybe they just left together?"

"You didn't see them outside? She doesn't have her purse or anything." He threw his hands up to emphasize his emotion. He was just as weird as Scott but in an extremely dorky way.

"There's Jackson right there," I pointed as Jackson's dishevelled face came into view. He was sweating and panting as if he had just got done running a marathon.

Stiles stormed away from me and grabbed Jackson by the sides of his tux. They only spoke for a few seconds and I watched every second even though I couldn't even hear what they were saying over the music. What made me jump was when Stiles took off running out the door. I lookded at Jackson with my brows furrowed and when we locked eyes, his widened like saucers. He is weird, too.

Something Stiles said came back to me. Where was Lydia? I had to get Scott and my sister secluded so I could do what I do, but I was concerned about where she was- especially with Jackson's face and Stiles demeanor.

I peered back into the party, trying to use me height to see above all of the heads. I honestly didn't see any sign of Scott or Allison. First Lydia and now Allison. Yeah, what the actual fuck.

After I couldnt find her, I turned and took long strides towards Jackson, keeping my eyes trained right on his. Even though I was watching him so closesly he still turned to run from me. I didn't know Jackson that well, but for him to run from little old me. He had to have done something. Luckily, Jackson is not that much taller than me and defnitely not as thin, so I was right behind him no matter what corner he turned until I had finally caught him.

"Jackson, what the fuck is your problem?" I asked as soon as I was close enough to grab him.

"Look, I already told your dad what he wanted to know, okay! Just leave me alone- I don't want anything to do with any of this," he whimpered, "just leave me alone."

"I just want to know about Lydia…" I wouldn't forget what he said, though? My dad was here? And what did he know?

"I don't know!" Then his phone started ringing. We both looked at it as he pulled it out of his pocket. It was Stiles. He glanced at me before picking it up. I wasn't going anywhere. "What? What? Where?!"

His voice increasing in panic made the hair on the back of my neck rise. As soon as he hung up, he started running without a word. I instantly began to follow him out of the back door of the school. We were going towards the field.

All I could think was, please dont be Allison. Or Lydia. It didn't matter- I didn't want to see anyone dead.

But there was a body in the middle of the field. A blood stained white dress. Strawberry blonde hair.

It was Lydia.

These next chapters are really long, as finales should be. I really didn't want to write these but I have to. Whatever

Are you guys ready for the real IsaacxJocelyn?