Derek and I rushed to the hospital where I met face to face with Melissa.
"Sam! What're you doing here? Are you okay?", she rushed. I nodded, giving her a hug.
"I'm fine. I just heard about Lydia. Is she okay?", I asked. Melissa gave me a weird look. "You're worried about Lydia?"
I frowned. "Am I not allowed to be? She's in the hospital!"
Melissa smiled. "What even happened?", I asked, feigning innocence.
"You didn't hear? It was all over town. Some animal attacked her. Mountain lion, they think."
"Mountain lion?", I asked, "those things are back again?"
"Appears so."
"That's a shame…", I smiled. "so Lydia, where is her room?"
"Visiting hours are over kiddo, sorry."
"Please…", I gave her a pout. She sighed and looked around.
"Go." I grinned. "Room 103 right down the hall and to the left. First door on your left."
"I'll only be a minute!", I called, rushing to Lydia's room. I looked in through the large window. She laid asleep in her bed with an oxygen mask around her nose and mouth. Her hands were completely still on top of the blanket.
She wasn't dead, but dammit if she wasn't close.
Her skin looked sickly pale and her lightened red hair looked faded.
Even out of it, she looked beautiful…
I sighed, shaking my head as I walked in. I looked at her for a moment, scanning her collarbone before my eyes widened.
It was like there was a glitch happening in front of me.
The once peaceful looking Lydia was now torn open, her blood splattered everywhere, all over the room walls.
Her eyes were open and blank and her cheeks looked sunken in.
I backed away as I looked at the blood splattered wall that seemed to spell out words like someone had dragged their finger into it.
You're next.
I panted and squeezed my eyes shut, I only opened my eyes to hear a steady beep of Lydia's heart monitor.
The room looked normal. Not bloody or horrifying.
Normal…
I sighed, placing a hand over my heart. What the hell was that shit?
I turned around and jumped at the sight of Derek staring at me outside the window. I frowned at him as I left the room.
"You okay?", he asked. I crossed my arms. "Can you not do that? You're gonna sneak up on the wrong person and get clocked. Let's go."
He rolled his eyes and followed me out of the hospital, dropping me back at my house.
I got properly dressed and grabbed my bag.
I pulled out my phone and looked at the time.
9:34am
"Shit, I'm late.", I say and Derek watches me run around getting ready.
"Where is Stiles?", I muttered, shooting him a text.
"Had to get to school early. Lots of police stuff going on concerning Kate. SYL.", he responded.
I rolled my eyes. "This boy…" I groaned, shoving my phone into my jean pocket.
"Take the car.", Derek said and threw me the key.
I caught it and looked at him "You sure?"
"I've got scoping stuff to do. Go before I change my mind."
I grinned, fist pumping the air and running out of the house.
"Don't crash my car!", he called after we left.
"I got it!", I replied, and sped off.
Catching up with Stiles, I slapped behind his head. "Thanks for picking me up, Stillinski."
He smiled sheepishly. "My bad."
The day didn't go so bad, aside from the constant mumbles of Kate being killed and how bad everyone felt for Allison and hints of Lydia in the hospital.
No one knew anything and it kinda relieved me.
"I've been thinking about your plan.", Scott said as he and Stiles got back to my room.
"Now, you're thinking?", I sarcastically asked.
"You're late.", Derek said from my desk, reading a book, finally getting up and leaving.
"What's his problem?", Scott asked, confused.
"Well, he's got anger issues, he's—"
"Stiles.", I warned. He kissed his teeth, plopping on my bed.
"What's his problem? Other than the obvious.", Stiles asked.
"Alpha stuff. You guys were supposed to be here a while ago.", I say, pointing to my digital clock on the wall.
5:15 pm.
"Sorry we had a stop to make.", Stiles pointedly said towards Scott who looked away sheepishly.
"A stop? For what--", my eyes widened in understanding. "Allison…"
The boys nodded simultaneously.
"So I'm taking it that she's getting used to the whole werewolf thing now."
"Yeah." Scott replaced Derek's position at my desk. "So, back to thinking about your plan…"
"Yeah, no."
"There's no other choice! You're not sacrificing yourself!", Scott exclaimed. I sighed harshly.
I was ready to be bait if it meant Scott and Derek could take down Peter. I never said I planned on dying. But I see where he's coming from. He hadn't seen me in two days and he didn't wanna risk it again.
"Fine." I replied, "then my only choice is to get out of town. But I don't know if that's gonna work since we still have to go to school."
"No.", they responded simultaneously.
"Do you know how frustrating this is? I have to either listen to you and risk losing my life or not listen to you and I still risk losing my life."
"Regardless, your plan's not happening, Sam.", Scott told me.
I sighed and laid back against my bed. "Fine. Whatever."
Scott left Stiles and I after a while and we spent time watching tv until 10 hit. Mom had came home, waving at Stiles and giving me a hug as she walked upstairs, letting us know we could eat whatever as she slept.
"You haven't eaten yet. Aren't you hungry?", Stiles spoke up.
"No, I'm not hungry.", I shook my head, still staring at the tv.
I don't know if I wanted to eat. Not with everything happening. Something as mundane as eating bothered me while Peter was just out there planning my demise.
"So what are your thoughts on Derek?", Stiles asked suddenly.
"Why are you bringing him up?", I asked. He shrugged. "You haven't said much and out of all of us, you were the most affected by him leaving us."
I frowned. He was right in a way. I was hurt. I wanted him to stay. I wanted him to reassure me. He could only do so much.
"We just haven't heard from him for so long, y'know? With him teaming up with Peter and then helping me… Peter knows...I'm just scared."
"I feel you."
"So, you trust him now?"
I nodded. "Do you?"
"Eh, I'm not sure yet. I just went with what he said to do. I mean, even with him being with Peter, it was kinda off. Did he tell you everything that happened?", Stiles asked.
I nodded.
"He wasn't mad at you or trying to leave you, y'know. He said it was hard to do that.", Stiles confessed before his phone rang. "Speak of the devil.", he muttered, showing his phone to me before answering.
"Yes, Sourwolf.", he answered. I could hear Derek's muffled fussing and smiled at Stiles' expression.
"I didn't hear a please!", he yelled and pulled his phone back to see that Derek had hung up. He sighed and pouted. "He's such an ass."
"Let's go.", he sighed, getting up and pulling out his keys.
"Go where?"
"Derek's."
"Why doesn't he just drive here?"
"Derek's on official Alpha business so it looks like I'm on Sammy duty so I'm dragging you to his house before he rips my throat out.", Stiles gave me a sarcastic grin before leading me out of the house.
Thankfully my mom was sleep so we didn't disturb her too much as we left.
He had walked out of the house first and made sure the coast was clear. I rolled my eyes, walked out of the house and locked the door.
"You're supposed to wait for the all clear.", the boy whined.
I grinned as we walked to his jeep, immediately hopping inside. The streets were dark and empty, no cars in sight.
"We don't know what to do about Lydia.", Stiles said as we drove.
"She'll be fine.", I say, giving him a reassuring smile. "Derek said that he's never seen this before.", Stiles shook his head.
"She's Lydia. She'll pull through. Maybe the dye in her head will help.", I say, rolling my eyes.
"You know if she turns you're still going to have to be friends with her.", he says.
"Shut up."
Stiles' Jeep suddenly forcefully jerked forward as it felt like something hit it. Stiles slammed his foot on the break and we were lurched forward and then slammed back into our seats.
"What the hell was that?", I looked at him. There was nothing in the street in front his car, just a long, dark, narrow road surrounded by forest.
"Something hit my Jeep." Stiles' hands were tightened around the steering wheel. "Crap, what if I hit an animal or something?", he whimpered.
"Or something? There's literally nothing there, your raggedy ass Jeep just burned out. It was about time!"
"Hey! Don't insult the baby.", he whined, snapping at me. "Seriously, if I dented it because I hit an animal, I'm dead."
"Yeah because one dent would make a difference to the other hundreds you've caused.", I say, rolling my eyes.
Stiles unbuckled his seat belt and reached for the door handle. I grabbed him. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh, there was something in the street, I hit it. I'm making sure the front of my car isn't dented?", Stiles got out of the car and I did the same. We both walked over to the front of his car. He bent down to examine the damage.
"Aw, what the hell is this?", Stiles groaned, examining a dent on the front. I sighed and walked back to my side.
He whined and I turned around to scold him. "It's not even that serious, Sti.", I say, turning around and widening my eyes at the sight of Peter who smirked back at me.
"Fuck…", I muttered, trembling.
I couldn't scream. I couldn't warn Stiles. Hell, he couldn't do nothing. He could get killed.
Peter grabbed my head, his claws prickling into my neck and shoved it against the metal of Stiles' car. I blacked out the moment my head made the impact.
I woke up in the middle of the woods. No where was familiar and I immediately panicked.
"Finally.", I heard behind me. I turned around to see Peter smiling at me. His red orbs stared directly at me with vicious intent.
"You fucking pissant.", I sneered, backing away from him. He didn't look fazed. He wasn't listening to me. He was the predator, I was his prey.
I continued stepping back. "I finally have you. You're going to be a part of my pack, whether or not you like it." His hands reached for me. I flinched, but he shoved me back to the ground. "I've been waiting for this moment for a long time."
"You got what you wanted, Kate's dead, now get the hell on!", I yelled, backing away.
His eyes turned back to their blue color as he shook his head no. "Just imagine being part of my pack, being a werewolf! You'll be perfect, so much better. I'm not a bad man, Samantha. I'm helping you. The bite is a gift."
"Well, I don't want it.", I declined.
"Oh, Samantha. Hasn't anyone ever told you that you can't return gifts?" He quickly took my arm in his hand and brought my wrist to lips. Just before he could bite, I swung my fist into his face, making him growl and pull away.
I shoved my foot into his knee and ran.
Peter let out a loud roar that shook the setting. This sucked so much.
Derek wasn't here. Stiles wasn't here. Scott wasn't here. I was gonna die... Or be turned. It was a lose-lose regardless.
"There's no point in running!", Peter roared behind me. I had no chance in the woods. This was his advantage. I needed to find a road. It was hard to do that, though, running so fast through the dark green forest only lit by whatever light the moon gave.
I hoped Stiles hurried and told the other two that I was taken. It'd help a lot right now!
I let out a shout as I was dragged down. I tried to grab onto whatever I could as Peter pulled toward him. I screamed as his claws punctured into my skin. He flipped me over, growling at me as he hovered over my face. His face was totally wolfed out, his red eyes pierced me and his mouth was full of fangs.
He leaned down as his claws held me down, finally biting my side. A loud scream escaped me as I threw my head back in pain. I kicked him off of me, stumbling to my feet and running again.
How could this have gone so wrong so quickly? What the hell...
Suddenly, I was grabbed from behind, an arm wrapping around my waist and mouth. I yelled in pain as the arm around my waist pressed into the bite wound and I bit onto the hand that covered my mouth. The person quickly turned around and I was met with Scott's golden eyes. "It's me! It's me, stop!", he hushed me.
He got me up, carried me on his back and took off. Pain spread to my stomach and I almost felt nauseous as Scott ran. We eventually entered some clearing. Scott looked around as he backed away from where we came from.
Suddenly we were tackled down, and Scott was thrown away from me. Someone pulled me into their arms and I looked up to see Stiles' panicked face.
"Hey, hey, I got you.", he comforted me. Through my teary, blackening vision I watched as Scott and another figure fought Alpha Peter.
I took in the sight of Derek's electric blue eyes, full of anger and hate. Peter roared as Derek slashed his side with his claws. Stiles left to grab something which caught Scott's attention.
"Now!", Scott roared. Stiles had thrown the glass object at Peter, and out of nowhere an arrow shot it right at Peter.
Derek and Scott evaded the blast of fire that exploded right when the arrow hit the contaminants of the glass. The fire engulfed Peter as he swiped, roared, and finally fell, reverting back to his human form.
Stiles rushed over to me, trying to help me up. The fire finally calmed down which revealed a charred Peter. I looked to where the arrow was shot from and saw Allison Argent, kneeling on the ground with a bow in her hands.
Scott ran to her side, keeping her protected. Derek began making his way over to his uncle, hands clenched in tight fists. He stretched a leg over and stood over Peter's body. He kneeled down pulling Peter up by his burnt body.
"Wait! You said the cure comes from the one you bit you! Derek, if you do this, she'll be stuck like this forever! We had a deal!", Scott shouted.
Derek didn't say anything but Peter chuckled gravelly. "It's already…. Done. No need to keep… me here. You've already...decided."
Derek stared at his uncle with rage. "I can smell it on you!", Peter yelled. Derek began shaking in anger and he lifted his hand.
"Wait, no, no, don't!", Scott pleadingly yelled. I looked away as Derek's claws slashed through his uncle's throat. Peter choked then slumped.
Behind Stiles, I could see Chris Argent standing far behind Allison, a bow and arrows in his hands. He was looking at Derek, then to me. He glanced at the bite in my side, his eyes hardening.
"I'm the Alpha now.", Derek said, deeply as his eyes changing to a bright red as he glared at us.
"What did you do!?", Scott cried. "How could you?" Derek's red eyes glanced at me then at the bite in my side. Realization flashed through his eyes. Peter had finally gotten what he wanted but died for it.
"Sam…", I hear Stiles say. My silence confirmed his questioning as his face contorted in anger and sadness before snapping his attention to Derek. "You prick!", he yelled.
I started shaking, hiding my face in Stiles' shirt. I couldn't go back to being normal. My life was practically over. I couldn't bring this back home.
"How could you do this!? She was supposed to kill him if she got bit!", Scott yelled as he stormed over to Derek. I couldn't have done it anyways. I've never killed someone, much less kill someone to save my own life.
"He had to go.", Derek mumbled, blankly. "He had to be stopped."
"So how exactly do you think either of us are going to get cured?", Scott pointed at me and him.
"You don't.", Derek replied. His response left Scott angry and almost speechless.
Scott huffed. "If she dies, this is on you."
"She won't.", Derek declared as Scott's face pinched up before he ran over to me and Stiles.
The only thing I can remember is the lightened part of Derek's face that faced me as he looked at me with a sympathetic look before passing out.
I looked around in the woods. I was alone. At this point I really hoped I was. Peter was killed. I saw that. But...
"You let him get to you…", I heard someone whisper. It sounded like a woman. "It's a miracle you're not dead yet, although, that would be thanks to me."
I turned around to see bright golden eyes. A woman in a black, sheer gown stood before me. Actually, she was levitating. She gave me a smile as she came towards me. "I doubt you want to stay here any longer. So we'll be talking later."
She turned away from me. "W-Wait!" She stopped and looked at me over her shoulder. Her gaze was so intimidating. Heavy. Intense.
"W-Who are you…?", I asked. She gave me a smile. "You know soon my child."
I woke up abruptly, instantly groaning as I felt the pain in my side. I looked down and lifted my shirt, revealing a gauze wrapped around my torso. I could see the red patch in the middle of the gauze.
I sighed. I was bit. Nothing was gonna change that now. I got up and walked downstairs to see Stiles eating an apple and Scott sitting next to him. "Good morning~", Stiles said with a tired smile.
No Derek...
"Stiles, shut up.", Scott mumbled, rubbing his temples. "Someone has to be perky this morning.", Stiles said. He pointed to a box of doughnuts on the table. "Want some food?"
I looked at the box and my stomach immediately turned. I covered my hand and ran to a nearby bathroom, hurriedly dropping to my knees and emptying my stomach's contents.
I whined to myself as Scott and Stiles ran into the bathroom. I lightly pressed a hand on my bitten side as it burned as well as my throat.
Did Scott have to deal with this…? He seemed perfectly fine. He was up and running like it was no body's business.
I sighed as I wiped my mouth, leaning against the wall. "You're not pregnant, are you?", Stiles asked, bewildered.
Scott and I looked at him, irritated. "I'm not pregnant!", I rasped from the floor, feeling nauseous again. "Something's seriously wrong, though.", Scott said. I nodded.
"Of course Derek wouldn't be here when something happens. So, let's see it.", Stiles sighed, frustrated.
"See what?", I asked, confused.
"Your "non-existent" bite. It must have healed already.", Stiles responded.
"Uh, no, it's burning right now.", I say, coughing.
"It took a few more hours longer than this, so… wait a little.", Scott said.
"Can you get up?", Stiles asked. I sighed and eased myself from the tile floor. I looked back at the contents in the toilet. It was black. Like I just threw up a dark, toxic wasteland. I flushed everything down and walked with them into the kitchen, washing my hands and rinsing my mouth out.
I plopped on the couch,grabbing a couch pillow and holding it against me. "Go home, you two.", I say, tiredly.
Stiles sat on the floor while Scott sat beside me.
"We're not leaving you. We'll be with you through every step of this just like you were for me, yeah?", Scott reassured me and I nodded.
Stiles placed the back of his hand over my forehead, "You sure you're okay? You didn't look too good back there."
I hummed, enjoying his cold hand. "I'm okay. Promise."
"So what do you prefer, Revenge of The Sith or the Notebook?", Scott held up two dvd's in his hands. I looked at Stiles, unamused. "I didn't know what to get!", he cried, shrugging.
I sighed. "Star Wars, please."
So we finished watching the two and a half hour movie. The boys had ate the rest of the donuts and stayed, playing a MK game as I watched. I smiled and sighed, fading in and out of consciousness.
I tapped Scott, "Do you know when Derek's coming back?" He checked his phone. "Soon. At least he said soon."
I sighed, slowly sitting up as they finished a round. "I'm gonna go wash up.", I say and they nodded.
I rolled my eyes as I unwrapped the gauze. Everything else seemed to have healed but the bite. I sighed and looked for a first aid kit I had and took it out before getting washed up.
Washing up was taking longer since this bite was in the way. Minutes passed by and I got a text from Scott. Call me if you start feeling…not human.
I closed my eyes before frowning at the feel of something dripping out of my nose. I wiped my nose to see a black substance on the back of my hand.
I looked at the bite as it had also leaked black. The water below me went from soapy white water to soapy black foam.
I kept wiping my face until I just turned off the water, stepped out of the shower with a towel and washed my face in my sink.
I sighed as the black substance finally stopped flowing. I sighed and looked down at my bite as it dripped from being wet.
I wiped it up and dried it before dressing my wound and finally getting dressed comfortably.
I don't know if I should've told Scott…
I sighed as I laid onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. What the hell was this…
Why did I feel so sick…? What was up with the bleeding??
My thoughts ran so much and so loud that I didn't notice Derek rush into my room. I glanced at him as he seemed to calm down.
"Hi.", I say.
"You're sick.", he says, walking over to me. Before I could get a word out, he fixed me with a knowing look. "Don't lie to me. Scott told me what happened."
I waved him off. "So what? I caught a fever or something. Big whoop."
"The bite hasn't healed yet.", he says, suddenly. I looked at him then looked at my shirt that covered my bite. "How'd you…"
Derek rolled his eyes. "Werewolf. I can tell. It can take longer for some people."
Derek sat himself at my desk. In silence, he stared at me solemnly. "I'm…I'm sorry."
My eyes widened a bit as he apologized. "I tried to do everything in my power to stop it."
"I know you did, I appreciate it anyways. He was just too strong.", I say, giving him a weak smile. He didn't return it, leaving the seat at my desk and sat by my bed.
"You don't have to worry about him anymore.", he said, placing the back of his hand on my forehead. Since I was clammy from the shower and the AC blowing in my room, his hand was a contrast. It felt good.
I hummed as his hand slid to my cheek, his fingertips lightly grazing my skin. "You'll feel better once you turn, you wont be sick anymore."
"I don't want to turn.", I looked at him, frowning a bit. He looked at me, his own frown showing a hint of sadness.
"I'm scared. I don't know what to do. How can I even tell my mom…? I don't want her to find me one day and I don't have control over myself or something on the news of something dying and it being my fault.", I hoarse.
"I'll help you through it. I promised.", he said as he cupped my cheek and I smiled a bit. "You did."
I covered his hand with mine. "Aren't the Argents gonna kill me?"
"I won't let them. And I doubt Scott will let it happen neither.", he said. I heard him talk but it sounded faded as I fell asleep.
"Samantha..." A voice whispered in my ear. I woke up abruptly.
I looked around my room to find it empty. My heart raced as I sat up and looked at my door. Who called me…?
"Samantha..."
I felt light all of a sudden. Nothing hurt anymore. If anything, it felt like nothing. Like all my senses were gone but my sight.
"Let's go, Samantha.", the voice urged as I walked downstairs silently.
I saw the tv was on in the living room and I could see Derek asleep on the couch.
I walked past the living room, slowly making my way out the house, not even closing it. I looked around the empty street. No one was around. Everyone was asleep.
Was I sleepwalking myself? Spirit walking???
I couldn't remember which was what.
"Just a little bit longer, Samantha, we're almost there.", the voice encouraged as I continued down the street and walked to an unfamiliar part of the woods.
"Just a little more...", I heard before I felt someone yank me back. "What the hell are you doing?" Derek's voice made me look at him in shock.
I looked around. This wasn't a dream? It wasn't.
I walked here… but why??
"Derek…", I whimpered, panicking. His eyebrows furrowed in worry. "Hey, hey, calm down."
I couldn't stop hyperventilating as I started crying. The shortness of my breath caused me to black out slowly, everything fading away.
My eyes slowly lifted open, as I let out a breath.
My body felt loose. Relaxed even. Was I okay? I felt okay.
Was I allowed to be okay??
What's--
I looked down at my clothing, immediately sitting up as I heard the increasing beeping of a heart monitor.
I was in a hospital???
I looked up as Deaton walked into the room. "Morning.", he said, smiling.
"Morning…?", I replied, suspiciously as I looked at the syringe in his hand.
"How are you feeling?"
"I'm okay. What're you doing with that?", I asked, my eyes never leaving the needle in his hands.
Deaton chuckled at my subtle panicking and gave a sigh. "You got attacked by an animal."
I frowned in confusion. "An animal? What are you talking about--"
"It was the same thing that happened to Lydia Martin, such a shame, isn't it?", he asked, as I caught on.
"Yeah…", I say, my shoulders dropping.
"Derek Hale found you in the woods last night, wandering around disoriented.", he says.
I nodded. "So, I'm not dying?"
"No.", Deaton smiled. "Then I turned?", I frowned.
"No.", he says, bluntly. I looked at him in confusion. "I-what?"
"You didn't turn. It's been a little over 40 hours since you received the bite. It's still there and you're still…human.", he confirmed, quietly.
I shook my head. "Derek said there was no other option. You turn or die, there was no in between. You seen something like this before?"
"No, I've only heard of it."
"In who?", I asked, raising an eyebrow. Deaton took a deep breath before letting it out through his nose.
"Lydia Martin." My eyes widened.
"Neither of us turned?"
"But you reacted differently, as well as she. She was rejecting the bite as if she was allergic. Your body was rejecting the bite as if you were sick and dying…but it just never happened. Lydia's body has calmed down from the allergy, but she hasn't awoken yet so we're not fully sure if she's turned. Though the bite is still there, so maybe she's delayed."
"I don't understand."
"None of us do."
"Where are boys?", I asked.
"Scott? Waiting room. Derek? Pursuing his new Alpha duties, but he's been in here most of the night."
"And Stiles?"
"After hearing the all clear for you, he ran straight for Lydia Martin's room."
"What'd you put in my IV?", I asked, glancing at the syringe in his hand
"Stuff to help your body with the bite. Anti-werewolf magic.", he whispered with a grin.
"Well, whatever it is, I feel like I could walk on water.", I say, rolling my shoulders.
"Well they did give you medicine to treat the bite, so you can go home.", he says, making me cheer silently.
"I'm so done with hospitals.", I say, smiling.
"Before you go, I just wanted to talk to you about something." Deaton sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Yeah?" He looked at me with a slight worried look in his eyes.
"Derek. He's an Alpha now, he took over Peter's position, so you need to be careful of him and observe his behavior. He's stronger now, more powerful. But he's going to need a pack. Just like Peter tried to grow his, and Derek will try too. Not with you, if he can help it, but with others.", he warned.
My eyebrows furrowed at the thought of Derek just going around biting people. He, of all people, warned me and Scott of the danger of just biting people, so it'd be hypocritical on his part if he did it.
"I'll watch out.", I told the older man.
I sighed and stretched with a smile as Scott pulled into my driveway.
"Thanks again for taking me home, Scotty.", I say, ruffling his hair. "You're full of energy today.", he noted, smiling. "I'm just glad you're okay. You were scaring me yesterday."
"Yeah, me too.", I say. "I told Derek it had to have been a fever. I'm back to normal as can be."
Though I had a feeling that wouldn't last. Best not to break Scott's happy spirit.
"Yeah… you sure you don't want me to stick around? You know, to make sure you're fully okay?", he asked.
I chuckled, unbuckling myself. "If you stick around any longer, I might have to headbutt you.", I joked as I got out. He chuckled.
"After all, you need to go check on Allison.", I teased, making the apples of his cheeks turn rosey.
He smiled. "Yeah, yeah." I smiled at him, "Seeya, Scott." I say, before closing the door and walking to my house, entering the empty house. I sighed as I closed the door. It was hard keeping all this mess from my mom.
While she was out back and forth from work, I was out in danger time and time again, right under her nose.
I walked over to the kitchen finding a snack to eat, finally feeling hungry. As I ate, I didn't feel as nauseous which helped my worries a lot.
But one popped up as I heard a knock on my door. I sighed and walked over to the door, peeking through the peephole before opening it for Derek.
"Hey.", he says, as he walks inside. "Hello to you too.", I say, closing the door.
"Done with your new Alpha business?", I asked.
"Yes.", he replied, sitting at the table with me.
"Well good. Kinda thought you were done with us.", I say, joking. He didn't like that.
"What happened last night?", he asked, frowning at me. "I don't know," I shrugged. He leaned back in his seat.
"I just wanna know. One minute you were sleep, I was sleep, and then the next I found you walking towards the woods and ignoring me on the way.", he explained.
"Ignoring you?", I asked, confused.
"You just kept on walking like I wasn't even behind you.", he says.
I looked down. "I did see you sleeping on the couch but I thought I was dreaming. Hell, I thought I was sleepwalking. I couldn't feel or hear a thing but this voice in my head telling me to go to the woods. For what, I don't know."
"A voice? When did you start hearing this voice? Why didn't you say anything?", he ordered. I looked at him in confusion. What was I supposed to say? If I told this to anyone else, they'd find me crazy.
"I don't know what you want me to say, Derek. One thing happened, I ended up in the hospital and now I'm here and fine. Can you try not to be a hardass or whatever for one minute.", I argued.
He sighed through his nose, shaking his head. "Fine."
I sighed myself, looking over at him, unsure. "Can't you be happy that I haven't died or turned yet? I don't know what's going on but I know I'm okay. Aren't you relieved?"
His face softened and he sighed again. "I am. You… you worried me last night. I didn't know what the hell you were doing or going. I had no clue. Being alpha was the only thing I focused on and you are also my objective to stay focused on, but I didn't know what to do."
I stood up and walked over to him. I walked behind him to give him a hug. "I'm okay. Really. I'm sorry I've been worrying you guys. I was so focused on getting Scott some help and trying to get rid of Peter that I didn't realize the hurt and stress I caused. I'm sorry, Derek."
He patted my arm, rubbing his thumb along my covered skin. "Can you at least let me know when you have these weird feelings you get? That way, I'd know to come to you. No matter what it is."
I smiled. "Promise."
The next few hours, I got a panicked text from Stiles. He was at the hospital, only leaving for a couple of minutes and returned to see that Lydia had gone missing. Naked.
She disappeared from the hospital without a trace and now all of Beacon Hills Police Department was scouring the entire county looking for the undressed redhead.
Stiles even pressed us to do so as well.
Leave it up to Lydia to work up Stiles' nerves. When he panicked, it's way worse than when he's on Adderall.
I sighed as Stiles' jeep came up to my house. I put on some shoes and opened the door. The passenger door opened and Scott stuck his head out, letting me know that we needed to go.
"Any hits?", I asked, hopping in. Stiles sped down the road.
"No.", Allison replied with a sigh. That's right, Lydia was her friend. I still felt off about the Argent daughter as she teetered my trust as well.
But I felt bad.
"If she's turning, they won't kill her right?", Stiles frantically asked Allison.
"I don't know, they won't tell me anything. All they said was they'd talk after Kate's funeral when the others get here.", Allison explained, sadly.
I rolled my eyes. Should she really have a funeral…? What about the Hale family who didn't have proper funerals?
"What others?", I asked. If there were more Argents, that really faltered my trust.
"I-I don't know. They won't tell me that either.", she said, frustrated.
"Wow, okay your family has some serious communication issues to work out.", Stiles says and turns his attention to Scott. "Scott, are we going the right way?" Stiles yelled. Scott sniffed the air, his head hanging out of the window.
"Take the next right."
Stiles swung his jeep around the corner, yanking us all in the opposite direction.
"Stiles, ease up on the gas!", I yelled from the back.
I frowned as we came up to Derek's old house.
"She came here?", Stiles asked Scott. 'You sure?"
"Yeah this is where the scent leads.", our friend replied.
We got out and looked around.
"Yeah, alright, but has Lydia ever been here?", Stiles asked.
"Not with me," Allison said. All three eyes landed on me.
They all looked at me. "What the f-- I didn't take her here! Why exactly would I take her to Derek's house out of all places?"
"Maybe she came here to… I don't know, maybe she was looking for Derek.", Allison suggested.
"You mean looking for an alpha?", Scott corrected.
"Wolves need a pack right?", Stiles asked. Scott smelled the air, searching for any hit of Lydia.
"Not all of them."
I looked around the front of the Hale house, frowning at the porch. I can't believe they automatically tried to blame me. What the hell…
"Whoa hey, look at this. You see this? I think it's a tripwire.", Stiles alerted us. We came to see what he was pointing at and he was pulling at a wire indeed.
I slapped his hand. "The hell is wrong with you!?"
"Uh, Stiles?", Scott's straining voice said from behind us. We turned around to see him hanging upside down. "Oh… ", Stiles shrunk.
I snickered, seeing Scott look around in confusion.
"Next time you see a tripwire, don't trip it.", Allison says, keeping her laugh to herself as she steadies Scott's swinging.
"Noted.", Stiles stifled a laugh. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Someone's coming! Hide.", Scott hurried us and we hid behind some bushes.
"This is exactly why you don't pull trip wires!", I fussed. We could hear Allison's dad's voice, along with Scotts. Keeping quiet as Chris and his groupies talked to Scott, they disappeared into the night. We came out of our hiding spaces and rushed back to Scott.
"You okay?", Allison asked, concerned.
"Just another life threatening conversation with your dad.", Scott shrugged. Allison looked around and found the release for the trip wire.
"Sam, help me with this." We rushed over to a tree where wires were placed. Stiles stayed by Scott's side as we let him down.
"How does your dad even do this? You've got to be a genius to set these things up.", I groan, confused and fiddling with the contraption.
We heard a thud and a yell and found Scott and Stiles tangled on the floor.
"Thanks.", Scott groaned, getting pushed by Stiles.
We finished scoping for the night, not finding anything.
I sighed, getting a text from Allison the next morning as we headed to school.
"What's the matter?", Stiles asked. "Allison.", I grumbled. I pocketed my phone and sat back against the jeep seat.
He frowned. "You guys aren't fighting, are you?"
I shook my head. "No, idiot. She's upset about her aunt's death but not me. I'm glad. Good riddance."
Stiles chuckled. "Damn."
I smiled but it dropped as we drove past the Beacon Hills graveyard and we saw several cop cars parked on the side of the road. Stiles slowed up on his driving. "What the hell's my dad doing here?"
He pulled over besides the bunches of cop cars.
"Do you think they found Lydia?", he asked me. I sighed. We both got out of the jeep.
"No. There would be ambulances and stuff if that was the case.", I say. Stiles ignored me as we came up to the scene.
There was an open grave, and beside it was Sheriff Stillinski along with Isaac Lahey who was on the lacrosse team and his father, Mr. Lahey.
They were in a deep conversation and Mr. Lahey looked pissed. We stood to the side, watching them carefully for a couple seconds.
I noticed Isaac had a bad bruised eye and I frowned. I've known Isaac as long as I knew Scott in middle school. He wasn't as bad as Jackson so I tolerated him.
He didn't bother anybody and occasionally talked to Scott and Stiles. I'm not sure if we had a conversation outside of school considering he sat next to me during Finstock's class.
I noticed he frequently came to school with bruises, cuts, and scrapes. I didn't bring it up because I assumed he was dealing with pricks outside of school.
His father, who was also the head coach of the swim team, threw me in a loop with his constant frustration towards the male students. He had a harsh demeanor towards everyone on the swim team, but had it been someone that wasn't on the team, he was nicer.
I couldn't imagine how Isaac would feel going home with that. Isaac looked scared. Isaac looked out at the woods. I quickly followed his line of sight and saw Derek, dressed in all black standing behind the trees.
We made eye contact and I gave him a look to leave before anyone else saw him. He eventually disappeared after I blinked.
I sighed in relief but Stiles grabbed me. "Can you hear what they're saying?"
I shook my head. "Barely. You?" I could mostly hear Mr. Lahey's overly loud and angered voice versus Isaac's smaller voice. Stiles' eyes widened as he watched what I watched.
"….Unfortunately.", I hear Sheriff Stillinski say.
"What did I just miss?"
"Lydia may or may not have dug up a grave and stolen the spleen from a dead woman."
You're shitting me…
"This may be a bigger problem than we thought.", I muttered to Stiles.
"Isaac, you're going to be late for school.", Mr. Lahey gruffed to his son. An assistant officer walked up to Sheriff Stillinski and motioned his head towards us.
Mr. Stillinski looked at us with a disappointed frown. "Crap.", Stiles mumbled as his father stormed to us.
"Stiles, Samantha.", Sheriff Stillinski growled.
"Hey, dad!", Stiles nervously laughed.
"Mr. Lahey, if you don't mind I think I found your son a quick ride to school.", Sheriff smiled and looked towards us. The two of us smiled sheepishly and awkwardly waved at Isaac.
This was gonna be a long day…