The ride to school was awkward as we were forced to take Isaac Lahey to school. Isaac hadn't said anything, but he was glancing at me through the rearview mirror.
"What have you been up to, Isaac?", I asked. Stiles looked at me in confusion. "Huh? Oh… nothing much. Helping out with my dad here and there.", the boy in the back responds.
"That's why you were at the graveyard with the police?", I curiously asked.
"I work the night shift and I was getting a grave ready for a funeral tomorrow when the backhoe I was in tipped over. Someone was digging up the graves.", he said.
"What the hell…" I sighed, "I thought it had something to do with Lydia."
"I heard she disappeared."
"She actually went missing in the hospital.", I corrected, "And everyone's looking for her like crazy."
"Sounds terrible.", Isaac replies in a monotone voice.
I laughed. "You sound like me."
"I don't hate Lydia, but I don't like her."
"You're better than me. I would've said good riddance, but Stiles isn't having it.", I say, glancing at Isaac in the rearview mirror. He wasn't looking at me, but I did take hint of the smile he tried to hide.
I wanted to fall asleep during this pop quiz Mr. Harris gave us. With everything happening, I almost forgot everything. Chemistry was a pain in the ass and not my best subject.
I glanced over to see everyone else almost falling asleep or sweating.
I saw Jackson peeking at Danny's paper. Out of all things he "worked on", he still cheats. I rolled my eyes, turning back to my paper. "Dude. Your nose.", I hear Danny whisper to Jackson.
I looked up to see thick, black liquid running down Jackson's nose and dripping onto his quiz. Jackson pressed a hand to his nose, the black substance coming off on his fingertips.
I felt uneasy looking at it myself. That's what happened to me… What if it starts up again…??
His brows furrowed and a terrified expression washed over his face. My eyebrows furrowed as well. Did Peter bite Jackson?? Did Derek?? I thought me and Lydia were the only ones that got bit.
Jackson shot up from his chair and ran out of the classroom with Mr. Harris shouting after him. I got up as well. "Miss Wilson, you sit down!", he yelled.
I frowned at the teacher. "I don't see you getting up to help him!". I say and rush out the room. I followed quickly behind Jackson and just as he barged into the boys bathroom, and I ducked in.
He was about to slam the stall door shut until I got in and locked it. His head was tilted upwards and he had a hand squeezing his nostrils.
"Get out of here.", Jackson gruffed. He reached down and grabbed a wad of toilet paper, pressing it to his nose.
"Who bit you?", I pressed, grabbing more tissue. "I don't know what you're talking about.", he said. "Don't lie to me, Jackson. The same thing happened to me when I got bit. Who bit you?", I repeated.
The blood seeped through the tissues. "Make sure no one sees.", he pleaded to me. "Why do think I'm here?", I asked, grabbing more tissues and pressing them to his nose. The bleeding seemed to be getting worse.
There was a knock at the door and Jackson and I looked at each other in shock. He mouthed 'Danny' to me. "He's fine Danny, go back to class.", I said, dismissively. Another knock sounded at the door. Harder this time.
"Just give me a second okay?", Jackson called nasally. More blood dripped between my fingers. It wasn't stopping. The door began rattling. "Danny, what the hell!?", I exclaimed at his aggressiveness.
"Give me a freakin' second!", Jackson yelled. We ended throwing the black tainted toilet paper into the toilet, and it filled up quickly. The lock broke off of the stall and before we could react, we were yanked out of the stall.
I hit my head on the floor and groaned as I rubbed my head. "What the hell was that for?"
My eyes widened as I recognized the same, familiar black shoes. Standing in front of me was Derek. He looked at me with a hardened look.
"Derek.", Jackson spoke shakily. Derek turned to the boy. "You're looking a little pale there Jackson. You feeling okay?", Derek asked, smug.
"You two are on a first name basis? Since when did you even know each other?", I asked, looking back and forth between them.
"Never better.", Jackson replied.
"If something's wrong, I need to know. You're with me now.", Derek declared and walked around Jackson.
"Wait, me? With you?", Jackson let out a sarcastic laugh, "what am I, your little pet? Just because you gave me the bite doesn't mean I'm part of your little wolf pack. Sorry, no offense, but you don't exactly show outstanding leadership qualities."
My eyes widened. So he did go back and bite him. What the hell?
I got up hurriedly. Derek smiles at Jackson. "Is that so?" Derek retorted.
Jackson storms up to Derek. "Look I've got my own agenda which doesn't involve running around the woods at night howling at the moon with you and McCall. So why don't you just back the fu—"
Derek grabbed Jackson's face and looked at the side of his ear to see black blood dripping down it. I walked up to Derek.
"What is it? What's happening?" Jackson frantically asked.
"What did you do?", I hissed at Derek, who was glaring at Jackson.
"Your body's fighting the bite.", Derek said, in shock. Is that what mine was doing…?
"What's it mean?", Jackson asked.
Derek began backing up from us and towards the entrance of the bathroom into the shadows. "I don't know.", he said, unsure. His green eyes flickered to me and Jackson.
We were both fighting the bite. If I came out human and alive, what would happen to Jackson? If Derek wasn't sure, and he was the only Hale that didn't have the right answer, we were fucked.
"What does it mean?", I asked. Derek shook his head. "What does it mean!?" Jackson yelled.
With that, Derek disappeared out of the bathroom. Blood began dripping from Jackson's nose and his skin was paling quickly. Huffing, I left Jackson and went after Derek. Looking around in the hallways, I spotted him walking down the hallway.
"Hey!" I called and Derek turned around, "you don't get to walk away without an explanation to that shit!" I jabbed a thumb to the bathroom behind me and ran to him.
I looked around before harshly whispering to him. "You bit him?
"I need to strengthen my pack."
"And your first thought was to pick the biggest dickhead in Beacon Hills? Really?", I raised my eyebrows.
"He asked, I gave."
"Jackson can't get everything he wants just because!", I say, exasperated.
"Well he might not."
"And who's fault is that shit? You can't just go around biting people you think are valuable assets because they're "strong". Now, he's fighting the bite.", I sigh, dragging my hands down my face. "Is he going to die?"
"I don't know."
"He better not, hell, I'm glad I didn't die after my body fought it. Miracles only come once in a lifetime, Derek."
Derek nodded in agreement, and I sighed, rubbing my forehead. "Why were you stalking Isaac Lahey? And before you get defensive, he saw you, I sure as hell saw you and you almost got caught by the sheriff if you stayed there any longer."
Just before Derek could speak, the bell rang for the next period. His face contorted in frustration.
"I'll tell you later. Your house." He stormed out of the school just as students began flooding the hallways.
During the few minute break we had between classes, I spotted Allison at her locker. I walked up to her. "Hi." She faintly smiled, covering up the sad look across her face. I leaned on a locker as she emptied it. "Hey."
"It was her aunt that killed all those people." A nearby girl in plaid shirt said excessively loudly.
"You mean that bitch that killed all those people?" Her friend asked obnoxiously with an ugly laugh. "Yeah! The fire, all those animal attacks, everything!", another girl exclaimed.
"Are you kidding me? I sit next to her in English.", someone cringed.
"Find a new seat.", Plaid shirt giggled.
Allison's face turned crimson red as she tried to not tear up. I sighed and started to storm up to those girls, but before I could, a dark blonde haired boy with a camera around his neck came up to us.
I recognized him, but never bothered to know his name. "You know it's considered stupid to start talking about someone when they're three feet away from you? It's almost like you want the attention?", he said, walking by.
"How about y'all take your bitchiness to someone who wants it?", I chimed in, glaring at them. They frowned and walked away muttering under their breath.
"Thanks.", Allison mumbled, wiping at her eyes.
I sighed, taking in her state. It annoyed me seeing her like this, but… "I'll help you with the funeral.", I say.
Allison's eyes widened. "I don't know why you would. She tortured you and Derek and almost--" She paused as I raised an eyebrow, giving her a knowing look.
Tears pooled in her eyes, "I'm sorry. I loved her, I did. And hearing all this makes me so sad. I know she was a bad person but I still remember her as my fun and carefree aunt. I'm being selfish, I'm sorry. Between this and Lydia disappearing I've barely had a second to think and I haven't even asked how you've been.", she rushed, starting to blubber.
I sighed and pulled her into a hug. "I got you. She was still family. I understand."
Allison whimpered. "I can't do the funeral today, I can't do it alone."
"Your parents will be there. The others, your other family, will be there.", I reassured.
She shook her head. "Scott can't be there, Lydia's missing… I feel so alone and I'm scared, I can't do it."
Her crying swayed me. Just a bit. I was still on edge since she shot me with an arrow, but…
"Like I said, I'll help. Despite your parents' discomfort with that, I'll go anyway.", I say, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. She was grieving. This wasn't the time for my pettiness.
"I just need mental support from my friend. I've been a wreck this whole week, my life's falling apart.", she sighed. "I can convince my parents. You were friendly with Kate before it all happened, so I could get them to think about it.", she whimpered.
"Just lemme know the time, yeah?", I say, letting her go.
"Four-thirty. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
After reluctantly calling her parents, Allison finally got them to say yes.
I sighed as I walked in the house, mom looked at me. "Why do you look like you're going to a funeral?", she asked. I frowned. "Funny you should ask that."
Her eyes widened. "You are!? To whose?" I raised an eyebrow. "You haven't heard of Kate Argent's death?"
Her face shifted to annoyance. "Hers? Why?"
I crossed my arms. "Well, she's Allison's aunt and she's really upset. So, I told her I'd be there to comfort her."
She gave me a sad smile as she walked up to me to place a hand on my shoulder. "You're sweet for that. You shouldn't give your kindness to everyone."
I smiled at her. "I know, mom. Unfortunately, I had to be nice today.", I say and walk upstairs. The moment I walked in my room, I noticed the window was open as I closed my door.
I turned to my right to see Derek standing behind the door, leaning on the wall.
"Your mom's right, y'know.", he says and gets off of the wall, walking to my desk and sits down. "I'm not even gonna ask how or why you got in here before telling me.", I say, walking to my closet to find something black to wear.
Why do we wear black at funerals? If the person we're putting down in the ground is so good, shouldn't we wear white? Does black always have to mean death?
"I can't believe you're going to Kate's funeral. Did you already forget that she tried to kill the both of us?", he barked.
I snapped at him. "Shut up.", I hissed, peeking out of my closet and looked at my door. I looked back at him. "I remember every fucking detail. Down to the nitty gritty."
"Sam."
I came out of the closet with a black dress and dress shoes, throwing the dress on my bed and shoes on the floor. "Look. She's grieving. She was manipulated into this too, as much as I don't like it. Of course I don't like Kate, hell, good riddance to the bitch. But, Allison's upset and overwhelmed. Scott can't exactly go and Lydia's missing, so I'm just the replacement for both."
He huffed, turning away from me. "Derek. This isn't for Kate. Not at all. Not even for Chris and every other Argent. I'm doing this for Allison.", I said, making him look at me. "Once this god awful funeral is done, I'll come back and we can talk about whatever. Promise."
He sighed and shook his head. "Fine.", he gruffed. "Nothing else afterwards. You go to that funeral and come back.", he ordered. I nodded.
Derek had dropped me off at the funeral and I had to push my way through reporters who were shooting questions at Chris Argent.
All of Allison's family were here, and so were the others. There was an older man talking and hugging Chris. I've never seen him before. Allison caught my eye and rose from her seat to rush to me with tears in her eyes. She engulfed me in a tight hug and I returned it. "Thank you so much."
"I told you, I'd be coming.", I say. She led me to the funeral seats. I said my condolences to Mr. and Mrs. Argent, who looked at me with uncertainty in their eyes. I hate it here.
Most of the Argent family seemed to have older bald men. I got to meet the eldest mystery man here.
"You're not part of the Argent family.", he said, skeptically. I held out my hand. "I'm Samantha. I'm sorry for your loss."
"She's my best friend, she came for support.", Allison chimed.
The older man nodded. "How thoughtful. Gerard." He took my hand and shook it while carefully studying me. "Also known as Allison's long lost grandfather.", he smiled.
"Nice to meet you.", I return the smile while also dying inside. He gave me the creeps.
As I moved around with Allison, I felt his eyes on my back. Did he know everything? Maybe he didn't know? I sighed as I took a seat in the back. I was right behind Allison and there were other Argent members to my right.
To my left, there was a free seat. Were they supposed to leave free seats at the funeral for the dead person to come and watch or something? Just the thought of Kate's spirit sitting beside me, creeped me out.
I almost felt bad at their show of remorse and sadness for the dead. Almost.
"Attending the funeral of the woman that tortured and tried to kill you? You can't be this weak.", I hear someone whisper in my left ear. I looked to see no one there. The voice sounded familiar.
I sat in my seat, now even more uncomfortable.
"The woman kidnapped you, tortured you and your boyfriend for two days, and pointed a gun at your head yet you go to her funeral? I still don't get it.", Stiles asked as we walked out of the police station the day after the funeral.
"Shut up, Stillinski.", I grumbled. "You can't get mad at me because you let your guilt get to you.", he chuckled as we got to his jeep.
"The crazy thing is, I have nothing to be guilty of other than the fact I punched her. That's it.", I say, exasperated.
Scott, Stiles, and I were previously held in those rooms for hours. Turns out Lydia was found late last night. Or, rather, she found the police herself.
While they were at another crime scene, she emerged from the woods, completely naked and utterly confused, not remembering a thing from her rendezvous.
We were questioned on her disappearance even though we weren't suspects. But the Sheriff thought we were all "friends" and the cops needed to know if we had thought she had been planning on running away, taking any drugs, acting unusual, or any other crazy stuff. No one keeps tabs on her.
Well… maybe except Stiles.
A rumble of thunder sounded as the boys and I walked to Stiles' car. "Looks like it's gonna storm.", Scott sighed, looking up at the black clouds. "What gave it away, the thunder or the black clouds?", Stiles sarcastically asked.
Scott pushed him with a smile. "Have you heard from Derek today?", he asked me. I shrugged. "Earlier, but not tonight. I guess he had some things to do." We were supposed to talk yesterday, but he didn't come back. Only shot me a text that he was looking out for some stuff.
The three of us looked up to the sky as the sky drizzled before it turned into rain, and the rain turned into a downpour.
"If it's not one thing, it's a fucking nother!", I yelled over the heavy rain, now frustrated. By the time we got in Stiles' car, coldly rushing to my house.
We all ran inside, huffing and shaking from the rain. I ran to go get some towels.
"Well that was unexpected.", Stiles muttered as I came back with three towels.
"Agreed.", Scott said, as I handed him and Stiles towels.
"Tea's in the pantry if you guys want to warm up.", I grumbled, drying my face.
"Sam, you think I can spend the night here? I don't feel like going home with my dad not there and the whole Lydia thing and—", Stiles rambled.
I look at him in confusion. "Dude, you already know you can stay here.", I say, as I wrung my hair into the towel.
He smiled and headed over to the fake chimney we had. It did its job as a heater though. I sighed and walked back upstairs to get some clothes for me and them.
As I got undressed and dressed into better clothes, I went to wash my face. "He's losing control…can't you feel it…?", I hear and look up in the mirror to see a woman's face over my shoulder.
I scream, flinching away and stumbling in the corner of my sink.
"Sam!? Sam, what happened!?" I heard the boys rush into my room and scrambled in their arms, looking around frantically.
"There was-- She-- I-", I stuttered and Scott rubbed my back. "Hey, hey, relax. No one's here."
I looked around and he was right. There was no one but us. "You sure you weren't just thinking about Kate?", Stiles asked. I snapped my attention to him. "Why the hell would I be thinking of that bitch? That's not who I heard or saw."
Stiles shrugged and I sighed. They helped me up and I looked around as I rushed to get them clothes they left over and handed them the clothes. They took turns going into the bathroom to change before we left downstairs to sleep.
I looked around and he was right. There was no one but us. "You sure you weren't just thinking about Kate?", Stiles asked. I snapped my attention to him. "Why the hell would I be thinking of that bitch? That's not who I heard or saw."
Stiles shrugged and I sighed. They helped me up and I looked around as I rushed to get them clothes they left over and handed them the clothes. They took turns going into the bathroom to change before we left downstairs to sleep.
The next morning, Coach Finstock had us huddled on the field and I walked over to Scott and Stiles who had an extremely worried expression on their faces.
"What's up with you two?", I asked.
"There's another.", Scott hushed to me.
My eyes widened. "Another? Another werewolf?"
"Yeah, I could sense him in the locker room." If he was in the locker room, that meant he was on the team. I looked around and found Jackson warming up as he smirked at me. He looked completely fine.
Shit. If he was turned, he could hear everything we're saying.
I looked back at the boys. Maybe this wasn't the time to tell them about Jackson's bite. I couldn't, they'd be upset at Derek and get pissed at me for not telling them.
"We're thinking of a plan to find out who it is though.", Stiles explained.
"Okay, good luck.", I say as Scott and Stiles went over to the bleachers to finish putting their gear on. When I turned around, I jumped as Isaac Lahey was standing directly behind me. "Fucking-- Isaac-!" I sighed.
When did he get here? He just stared at me. That black eye he had two days ago had disappeared completely. My brows furrowed as he continued to stare at me.
"You. You're one too.", he suddenly said. "One? Isaac, what the hell are you talking about?", I asked in confusion.
"You smell like him.", he says. Smell…? My eyes widened in realization. Derek, you didn't…
"Isaac—"
Coach blew his whistle and with one last long look at me, Isaac walked away. So if it wasn't Jackson, then it was Isaac.
I rushed over to where Scott and Stiles had just gotten up from. They were in a deep conversation while Scott was putting Danny's goalie gear on.
"Guys, we have a problem. Big problem." They looked at me confused, but Finstock blew his stupid whistle again.
"McCall, Stilinski, Wilson let's go!" He yelled. I sighed. This wasn't good.
"Tell us after practice, Sam. Let's go.", Stiles sighed and jogged off to the field.
"No, Stiles," I yelled after him. Stiles' brilliant idea to find out who the new wolf was, was to switch Scott with Danny's goal position.
Scott was running from his position inside the goal, tackling every lacrosse player to the ground and smelled them. I could only watch in embarrassment.
Scott tackled Danny and proceeded to sit on top of him, taking in how he smelled as all the other players looked at him strangely.
"It's Armani.", Danny said as Stiles and I walked up to Scott. "What?", Scott asked, perking up.
"My aftershave. Armani.", Danny repeated.
"Oh… It's nice.", Scott smiled. Stiles and I laughed as Finstock proceeded to yell at Scott about how if he came out of the goal again, he'd be doing suicide runs till he died.
"Coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna sit this one out.", Jackson said while staring directly at Scott. Jackson headed towards the bleachers, taking a seat. I frowned, glaring at Jackson.
It was Isaac's turn, and he was breathing heavily. I watched as the two both charged at each other and suddenly a sickening sound of the two bodies crashing together echoed around the field. Scott and Isaac both landed on the ground panting heavily.
I started to run over at them before I heard someone talk. Looking to my left, I could see Stiles' dad and two other cops coming onto the field. Shit.
I heard them say "Lahey" and I booked it for Scott and Isaac. "Get up now.", I ordered the two. Isaac looked at me with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell them."
"Did Derek turn you?", I rushed. He nodded sheepishly. I wanted to ask more but Stiles' dad came up to us.
"Isaac Lahey, I need a few questions." Isaac hesitantly followed, Coach Finstock following along too.
"How'd you know?", Scott asked.
"He came up to me and asked if I was 'one too'. I saw him and Derek looking at each other two days ago. It all clicked when he said I smelled like 'him'.", I rushed.
They stared at me in shock. The entire lacrosse team and I watched Isaac getting questioned from afar. Scott was using his super hearing to listen to it.
"His father's dead. They think he was murdered.", Scott informed us with wide eyes.
"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles wondered.
"I'm not sure…why?", Scott asked.
"They can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours.", I informed them. Stiles looked at me with wide eyes. "Just because you're the sheriff's kid doesn't mean I couldn't learn."
The boys continued talking about how we should get him out,
that Isaac had the urge to kill and Scott didn't. As Isaac was being escorted away, he looked back at us, begging with his eyes.
Sitting in chemistry, I couldn't help, but wonder why Derek thought to turn Isaac.
I sighed, writing down the notes and I saw a balled piece of paper fly past me. I looked behind me to see Scott and Stiles looking at me with wide eyes.
The class erupted in laughter as Mr. Harris yelled, holding the back of his head. When Harris asked who was responsible for the action, the two boys behind me pointed at each other. "Principal's office, now.", Harris ordered. "You too, Miss Wilson."
I gaped at the man, making more students laugh. "What!?", I yelled. "What'd I do!?"
"You associate yourself with these two. Now, go.", he says. I looked at Scott and Stiles and stood up as we took our stuff and left.
"I'm gonna fuck you two up.", I say, crossing my arms as we sat outside the principal's office. "Why are we here?"
"Jackson's with my dad talking about Isaac. We can persuade him not to say anything bad or not true.", Stiles explained. I looked at him in disbelief.
"You couldn't find a better way to skip class??", I fussed. Scott's head tilted as he listened in. He stopped as soon as the door opened and out came the Sheriff. Stiles immediately picked up an issue of Cosmo and tried to shield his face from his dad as he looked at us.
I shook my head at his father as he looked back at us in confusion. Sheriff Stilinski opened his mouth to say something to his son, but closed it. "Sam, Scott.", he greeted before walking away. "Boys," a familiar voice greeted.
My heart dropped. "Come on in." Gerard Argent smiled at us from the door.How did this old fuck become the principal?The office smelled like cedar wood mixed with old, mildewed books.
I thought it'd have more….school spirit. I noticed three files with the names "Scott McCall, Samantha Wilson" and "Stilinski" on it were written across the tabs in neat handwriting.
We were sitting in a room with Gerard, our new principal. Stiles was sitting to the right of me, jiggling his thigh nervously. Scott sat on my left, perfectly still, aside from the heavy, and slow rise and fall of his chest.
And me, resting my cheek on my fist, fighting the urge to be nervous. This man creeped me out. Something wasn't right, why was grandfather Argent our new principal? This was both unlucky and too convenient for us and the hunters.
"Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Mr. Stilinski, perfect grades but little to no extra curriculars. You should try lacrosse.", Gerard suggested. Stiles raises his hand. "I'm actually already—"
"And Miss Wilson; fair grades but not too many extracurricular activities. No suspensions, very little detentions and most importantly the best friend of my granddaughter. Very good."
"Yeah, I'm—", he also cut me off. "Hold on, McCall, you're the Scott that dated my granddaughter.", Gerard realized. Scott gave him a nervous smile. "We were dating, but not anymore. Not seeing any of each other, or not doing anything with each other. Y-oh." He groaned and sighed.
"Nice, McCall.", I mumbled.
"Relax, Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide brick with your teeth." Gerard laughed. "Hard breakup.", Scott replied.
"Listen guys, I may be the principal but I don't want you to think of me as the enemy.", Gerard said. Huh.
"However this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers and someone's going to have to stay behind for detention to take the fall."
Scott and I looked to Stiles, who was playing with his nails. Stiles looked at us and realized what was going on, and pouted. He was taking the fall.
The bell for next class rang and Gerard continued talking. We were losing time to get to Isaac. He was still being held in a cop car.
"Listen, Mr. Argent, I know checking this school behavior thing is important and all, but we've got to get to class so if we could do this a different time, that'd be great.", I said, standing up and grabbing my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
"I think we'll also be having an attitude check in the near future as well.", Gerard said, frowning, "but go ahead you three, detention for you with Mr. Harris, Mr. Stilinski."
Class was already in session by the time we got out of the office, but Scott understood why I had said that to Gerard. We were running out of time.
The two of us ran down the hall and out of the school to go find Isaac. The second we bursted through the front doors, the police pulled off with him in their cars.
I growled in frustration. Scott and I turned around to go back to class. There was nothing we could do now. As we turned back around, there was a screech of tires behind us. We looked to see Derek in his car. "Get in.", he ordered, looking at us through sunglasses.
"What!?", I exclaimed. "Are you serious?", Scott asked, loudly. Derek raised his eyebrows as a yes.
"You did that, that's your fault.", I say, pointing to where the cops pulled off. "I know that. Now get in the car, and help me!", he yelled back. "No, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer, because a lawyer would actually have a chance to get him out before the moon goes up!", Scott cried.
"Not when they do a real search of the house.", Derek countered as we walked up to the car. "What do you mean?", Scott asked.
"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse.", Derek said. Scott and I looked at each other and rushed in the car.
"Gerard is gonna shit on me after this." I complained as we left. We had to wait a few hours to go in since the house was crawling with police.It was dark now, and after we slid under the police caution tape we entered the dark home with a flashlight.
"Who killed Isaac's dad?", I asked Derek. "I don't know.", he replies.
"Then how do you know he didn't kill him?", Scott asked.
"Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them, not just your sense of smell.", Derek said. Scott stopped walking, looking at Derek who had a blank expression on his face. "You saw the lacrosse thing today." I bit my lip to keep from smiling. Derek said, "yeah."
"Did it look that bad?", Derek put a hand on Scott's shoulder and looked at him. "Yeah."
I looked away to laugh to myself. After looking all over, Derek led us to the basement. He opened the door for us and Scott scanned the room with his flashlight.
"You want to learn how to follow your senses? Start now.", Derek instructed. Scott went down the stairs first, I was next, and Derek followed. "What's down here?", Scott asked as we moved in the dark. "Motive.", Derek plainly said.
"You could at least tell us what we're looking for.", I said and felt off immediately. This place looked like a creepy horror movie basement. "I wanna leave now.", I sang.
There was only one window, and the moonlight that barely shone in the room hardly helped. The basement was filled with old chairs, boxes, and definitely a lot of dust. I passed by a creepy looking doll and a coat rack holding a black suit bag. There were machines sitting on an old wooden table, it didn't help that they were taken apart.
In the back, I could see a broken lamp or two and a taxidermied hawk.
Gross.
Derek stopped at the base of the stairs while Scott and I were investigating. All of this stuff looked dusty and untouched, so why were we down here?
"So…what happened down here?", I asked. "The kind of thing that leaves an impression.", Derek eerily said. I turned to him with an unamused look. "Really? Can you be more vague?", I asked sarcastically before turning to a broken mirror. Weren't broken mirrors bad luck…? I walked over to it, crouching onto the ground and ran my fingers over a broken glass.
I frowned as I took out my phone and shone the flashlight over it. There were spots of blood on the mirror pieces. I looked up and saw Scott by a wall, tracing his fingers over something. We spotted the same item: a freezer chest.Scott was by the front of it and I was on its right side.
What the hell…I mean, it's reasonable to have a freezer chest in the house if your fridge is full but… it was even creepier down here.
"Open it.", Derek ordered Scott, seeing him playing with the lock. He got it open, and we both lifted the top open to examine the inside as Derek flashed the light around to show us.
There were scratches engraved in the plastic, like someone was scratching them and there was blood on trailed from the scratches. Holes were poked in the roof of the chest as there were more bloody scratches at the top.
My heart dropped in realization. "No fuckin' way…"
This entire time….The bruises, the scratches, the black eyes… Isaac had been abused by his father. This was a torture chamber. I looked at Derek.
"That's why he said yes to you. He was abused."
"Everyone wants power.", Derek said. Scott shook his head. "If I help you, you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves. You told me not to.", Scott scolded. "I can if they're willing.", Derek protested.
"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?", Scott asked. Derek continued to nod. "Yes and he still asked for it.", Derek said.
"Then he's an idiot!", Scott exclaimed in displeasure. "And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter!", Derek combatted. Scott looked at me in shock. I gaped at him. "Why do you keep looking at me like I just be running my mouth? I said, I'd snitch but I was joking."
Derek gave me a look. "So, you knew the entire time, anyway?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "We're gonna keep passing the blame game?? You want me to finish it?", I threatened with raised eyebrows.
"Regardless, how long do you think it's going to take for them to find out? You saw what happened to an Omega, with me you learn how to use all of your senses. With me you learn control," Derek picked up one of Scott's shaking hands, "even on a full moon."
His claws had come out. Scott snatched his hand back. "If I'm with you, I lose her."
"You're gonna lose her anyways. You know that.", Derek said and turned to walk away. Scott stopped him with a conflicted 'wait'. "I'm not part of your pack, but I want him out. He's my responsibility too. Not because he's one of us, because he's innocent."
Derek sighed out of his nose and we left the crime scene. "Where are you going?", I asked. "I've got a plan, let's go.", he replied.
Stiles was kinda on thin ice with his dad which probably wasn't the best idea for this.
"The problem is getting past the front desk.", Stiles huffed, as we watched the receptionist play with the coffee machine through the window of the police station.
Derek, Stiles, and I were sitting in Stiles' car waiting for a chance to launch into action.
"I'll distract her.", Derek replied, making us look at him strangely.
"Whoa-whoa-whoa!", Stiles grabbed Derek's shoulder as he tried to climb out of the Jeep. "You? You're not going in there."
Derek glanced between Stiles' face and the hand that was set on his arm and back twice, warning him with his eyes. "I-I'm taking my hand off.", Stiles said, snapping his hand back.
"I was exonerated.", Derek cleared, sitting back in the car. "You're still a person of interest."
"An innocent person.", Derek emphasized. Stiles almost choked on his spit, amused. "In-- you? Yeah. Right." Stiles barked a laugh. "Ok, fine, what's your plan?"
Derek looked at him in confusion. "To distract her."
"Uh-huh, how? By punching her in the face?", Stiles said, making me look at him with wide eyes. "Stiles, what…?"
Derek gave a low, confused chuckle. "By talking to her."
"Ok, alright, give me a sample. What's your opening?", Stiles asked. Derek didn't say anything. "Dead silence.", Stiles nodded. "That should work beautifully." Stiles said. "Any other ideas?"
Derek paused. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face.", he said. Stiles frowned. I shook my head. "Just… go, please."
Derek left the jeep and walked in the station. Stiles and I ran out and hid behind one of the closed doors and listened in. At one point, Stiles peeked his head in.
"Hi.", Derek gave the receptionist a sweet smile.She smiled after greeting Derek. "I had a question, I, uh, I was just a little thrown. I wasn't expecting someone…" The receptionist smiled. "Like me?", she giggled.
I rolled my eyes as Stiles and I took this opportunity to sneak into the hallway. "Well I was going to say so incredibly beautiful but yeah, I guess that's the same thing.", I hear Derek say. "Where's this charm when he's talking to us…?", I whisper to Stiles, making him smile.
Stiles pulled me into the hallway and into his dad's office. Stiles punched in the code for his dad's lock box and took off the top, except the keys weren't there. Our eyes widened as we could hear jingling in the hallway. We rushed out and began following the noise. Stiles and I turned down another hallway and ran into a deputy.
"Oh, uhh, just looking for my—", Stiles started but I stopped him, and pointed at the deputy's leg. There was an arrow in it, one I recognized so well. This wasn't a deputy; it was an Argent hunter. The hunter looked up from his leg to me and Stiles.
"Go—", I tell Stiles but the hunter grabbed me by the back of my shirt and pulled me towards him. I swung to hit him, but he slammed his fist into my face before grabbing me and turning me around and cupping a hand over my mouth.
There was a syringe in his other hand and I instantly grabbed his shirt, flexing to flip him over my shoulder. I quickly pulled a fire alarm to get the receptionist' or Derek's attention. The shrill alarm blared around the whole station. All our eyes fell on the opened cell that Isaac wasn't in.
Shit.
We heard a scream and growls. We watched as Isaac threw the hunter around and Stiles pulled me away to scurry up and hide in the corner of the room. Isaac roared loudly and broke the hunter's arm. Then he slammed the man's head against the wall, knocking him out.
There was the sound of glass breaking, then suddenly Derek was in the room. He had stomped on the wolfsbane filled needle. Isaac growled at him and then glanced at Stiles and me.
He got ready to charge at us until Derek sent out a wall shaking roar. Isaac scurried away into the corner with a yelping sound. He was quivering and he looked back towards us, back to normal but with fear and tears in his eyes.
"How'd you do that?", I asked. Derek turned towards Stiles and I. "I'm the Alpha."
"What the hell's going on in here?", we heard Stiles' dad shout from down the hall. I looked at Derek in panic. "Go.", I mouthed. Derek took Isaac and disappeared.
The alarm shut off and three officers including Stiles' dad came into the holding room. Their eyes glanced from Stiles, to me, to the hunter on the floor. And finally they looked at the empty cell behind us.
"Uh, he did it.", Stiles said, pointing to the man.