After Stiles dropped me off, I sighed, walking up to my porch.
"He's here…", a familiar voice whispers in my ear. I look around and my eyes spot a silhouette by a lamppost outside of the driveway.
That same feeling I had before the bite came back. There was no mistaking it. But it couldn't be true so what the hell…
I shook as I saw Peter Hale's familiar smirking face walking up to me.
"Hello, Samantha.", he greeted. I hurried and unlocked the door, only to see him standing there in front of me. I gasped and backed away. Mom was still there. I couldn't let him get to her.
"What do you want from me…", I whimpered.
He hummed. "That's for me to know."
"Why are you doing this to me? What'd I do to deserve this…?", I urged for an answer.
Peter cupped my cheek. "I just wanted you to see how special you were."
"How the hell are you here? You were on fire. Derek slit your throat. He killed you. You're supposed to be dead," I panted in panic.
"I am," He paused. "well, at least I am for the moment."
"For the moment? What do you mean for the moment?", I looked at him in confusion. What is up with the Hale men and their vagueness….
"You see, Samantha, I am dead. You're just my door out of this world and back to the living.", he says, planting a hand on my side.
My eyes widened as I slapped his hand away. "You're using me as a door…?" I couldn't believe it. This entire time…
"It's true.", Peter simply shrugged.
"No, you can't be real. Derek wouldn't let this happen. If he finds you, he'll kill you. Just like he did before!", I tell him.
"That's the crazy thing, sweetheart. Derek won't do anything because he won't know about it. Not yet at least. He will when the time comes.", Peter said.
"When will that be?"
He grabs my face. "Whenever I feel. And for now, you'll keep quiet about this. Like it never happened. You won't tell Derek, or Scott, not even that Stilinski boy. No one.", he ordered, squeezing my face.
I was finally let go, looking around as he disappeared. I let out a shaky sigh. What the hell was my life anymore…
I couldn't even bother going to school the next morning.
If anything, I found myself walking up to Derek's old house. I didn't feel any type of resentment towards the house, I didn't feel unsafe.
I shook my head. Why the hell not, you were just kidnapped the other day.
The uneasy feeling came back, however.
I felt someone's presence behind me and before I let them touch me, I grabbed what felt like a shirt and threw them over my shoulder before reeling my hand back to punch.
"Wait!", I hear and see Derek below me, ready to hold my fist in his hand. I let out a sigh of relief. "Dammit Derek!", I exclaimed, standing up.
I stuck out my hand to help him up and he stood with a huff. "What the hell are you doing out here? Why aren't you at school?", he asked.
I shook my head. "Wasn't feeling good today." He raised an eyebrow. "So… you come out here instead?"
I looked at him, annoyed. "You're claiming the woods now?"
He crossed his arms giving a shrug. "I might as well, hell, you're standing in front of my house. And since that Kanima's deciding on killing all of us, yeah, I'm keeping an eye on the woods."
I let out an annoyed sigh through my nose. "Go to school.", he ordered, and to school I went.
I really wasn't in the mood for Finstock's shit today. "Does anyone want to try answering? This time in…English?", Finstock asked the class after Lydia was crying after finishing an econimics problem.
I looked at the board in confusion. It was in English. The hell was he talking about?
She wrote 'someone help me'.
"Stiles, what is he talking about?", I whispered to the boy next to me.
"What is that, Greek?", Scott asked, squinting.
"No, it's English.", I said.
"What's it say?", Stiles looked at me, confused.
"Someone help me."
"No, it doesn't.", Scott disagreed. I looked at him. "Don't act like I'm stupid. It legit--", I started to point until I looked back at the board and the phrase was backwards now.
I frowned as it looked like a completely different language. What the hell…
Stiles mumbled to Scott that I was right, flipping a picture of the board on his phone and showing it to our friend.
"Sam, how'd you know that?", Stiles asked.
"I don't know." I looked at him and started to get nervous.
Why were the words backwards? Why is Lydia asking for help in reverse?
The next few hours didn't come any better.
Isaac was now exonerated, Derek was now trying to kill Lydia, and Isaac and Erica as his assassins.
What made it worse and that they were doing it during school. During Chemistry, Isaac had tested Lydia to see if she was paralyzed from the venom. She didn't pass the test so nothing happened.
Right after class, Allison, Scott, and Stiles ran off together. I rolled my eyes and took off after Derek.
I was kinda disappointed to see Scott had beaten me to it.
"So, I'm just completely out of the loop from both sides, huh?", I asked, walking up to the two on the school field.
Scott looked towards the school and tried running at Derek but Boyd knocked him down. Scott landed with a thud, clutching his chest and stomach.
"I don't know why you think you have to protect people now, Scott. But even so, Lydia has killed people. And she's going to do it again. And next time it's going to be one of us.", Derek shrugged.
"What if you're wrong?", Scott asked, sitting up.
"She was bitten by an Alpha, it's her."
"You saw that thing up close, you know it's not like us."
"But it is. We're all shapeshifters. You don't know what you're dealing with. It happens rarely and it happens for a reason.", Derek argued.
"What reason?"
"Sometimes the shape you take reflects the person that you are.", Derek says, leaning down, lending a hand down to help Scott up. "Even Stiles calls her cold blooded."
"What if she's immune?", Scott asked, glancing at me.
That was a good question. I didn't feel any shifts and my senses haven't heightened so…? I mean, me and Lydia saw Peter in the ice rink. That can't be a coincidence.
"What if she's got something inside of her that makes her immune to the bite, which is why she didn't get paralyzed!", Scott said.
"No ones immune! I've never seen it, or heard of it! It's never happened!", Derek yelled.
"What about Sam? She hasn't changed", Scott blurted out.
"She wasn't immune, we fixed her.", Derek said. Fixed???
"Was she really dying? Or was that a coincidence? Both her and Lydia had strange reactions to the bite!", Scott said.
"How could I be a Kanima, you saw me underwater with them.", I asked Scott, offended.
"I'm not saying you're the Kanima! I'm saying that you were both immune. Nothing weird has happened? You're completely normal, right?", he asked.
I wanted to answer yes. Hell, my lips moved on their own and my voice came out. It didn't feel like me.
Peter…
"We fixed her!", Derek growled. "Deaton gave her something and it fixed her. No one's immune."
"And Jackson?" Derek frowned, not saying anything.
"That's why you tested him, isn't it? Because you gave him what you wanted. Did you know about this?", Scott turned to me with wide eyes.
I nodded, not looking at him.
"Peter said the bite either kills you or turns you!", Scott exclaimed.
"Scott!", Derek interrupted, frustrated. His eyes glanced at me to Scott and back again.
"You were hoping that he would die! But nothing happened, right? Nothing happened to any of you. And you have no idea why, do you?", Scott pressed.
Derek's jaw clench while Scott seemed smug.
"No.", Derek admitted, his voice sounding grave.
"I have a theory. Lydia's immune and somehow she passed it onto Jackson and Sam... You know I'm right.", Scott said.
"No!", Derek yelled, shutting Scott up.
"You can not do this!", Scott yelled back.
"I can't let her live!"
"I hoped I was going to convince you, but then again I wasn't counting on it."
"Deaton did help me, though. He never mentioned immunity.", I speak up.
Scott turned to me in disbelief. "You're siding with him? He's going to kill Lydia!"
"I don't know what you want me to do about that, Scott.", I say.
"Sam! They're going to kill Lydia! What aren't you getting?", Scott urged. I sighed and turned to Derek. "You can't kill her, even if she's the damn lizard. Just hold her somewhere until we can figure out what to do."
"And how do you suppose we do that?", Derek asked, crossing his arms.
"Figure it out. You always do.", I say, walking off.
How did I get wrapped up into this shit…?
Stiles managed to convince me to stay with him, Allison, Jackson, and, Lydia.
We were holding her from Derek and his pack, who were ready to kill her. Much to my annoyance, Lydia wouldn't shut up as her mouth was running a mile a minute.
We were at Scott's house, standing at the front door staring out into the front for Derek and his pack. Scott was still at school, and night was falling fast.
Lydia and Jackson had been kept upstairs for the past hour.
Allison had just got off the phone with Scott, letting him know that Derek and his pack were standing outside his house in matching leather jackets.
I snickered, making Stiles look at me in confusion. "They look like off-brand dancers.", I chuckled.
He rolled his eyes. "I'm glad you can find some humor in this."
"What do you think's taking them so long?", Allison asked, glancing at the stairs.
"I don't know. Kissing, who knows.", I say, making Stiles frown.
"But if he finds you here, you and Scott…", Stiles realized looking at Allison.
Allison was sniffling, stifling quiet cries.
"I know.", she whispered. I frowned at them. "What, what's happening?"
They didn't say anything.
"What else am I supposed to do? They're not here to scare us. They're here to kill Lydia!", Allison cried.
I got up from leaning against the entry table and turned around, holding onto the wall as I felt dizzy all of a sudden. My shoulders felt heavy as I looked behind me.
"Let them kill her, Samantha. You don't like the girl anyways. Why not let them?", Peter asked standing behind me.
"And let you get what you want again? Fat chance of that.", I whispered harshly.
"She may be immune to the bite. So what?", Peter shrugged.
"You're a piece of shit…", I growled.
"What'd you say, Sam?" Stiles asked. I turned to him before turning to the empty kitchen then back to him.
"Nothing.", I dismissed. Allison and Stiles were discussing shooting one of the pack members.
"Shoot Derek. Peripherally in the head.", Stiles said, making me look at him in disbelief.
"How about you shoot one of the other three so we don't deal with Alpha Hardass as much?", I suggested, glaring at Stiles.
"You mean two.", Allison corrected.
"I said what I said. There's literally three--", I looked out the window to only see Erica and Boyd outside.
"Shit.", I mutter, looking around. Where the hell was Isaac? Allison pulled out her bow and arrow. I could feel a hand wrap around my shoulder and arm and throw me into a wall. I fell to the ground while Isaac went after Allison, throwing her and her hunting equipment to the floor.
I got up with a groan as Stiles landed on the floor, pushing back the carpet after skidding on the food. Isaac growled, staring at all of us with golden eyes.
I quickly snatched Allison's crossbow and whacked him with it.
"Go," I whispered to Allison to go warn Lydia, and she ran off upstairs.
Afterwards, she was screaming that 'it' was here. That left me to fight Isaac alone.
I panted, feeling that same feeling I had in the ice rink, toppling over my panic as he sized me up. Whatever that was before, I really want it to come back now.
"Don't you have someone else to go kill?", I asked, annoyed.
"Erica's got that covered.", he smiled.
"You're not going to kill me.", I smirked, saving face. "Derek wouldn't approve because that's not your protocol."
"Yeah, maybe so. Maybe I didn't have any intentions of killing you.", he said, closing in on me.
When Isaac basically backed me into a wall, I could only imagine Peter's face and I automatically sent a foot into his stomach, throwing him away from me.
He growled as he got up, snarling at me. "Wait-- I sorta didn't mean to do that! You were just-"
"You're dead.", he growled out, getting up quickly.
Just before he could come over to me, Scott came running in through the back door and began fighting the angry beta until he was unconscious and threw an unconscious Isaac and paralyzed Erica out of his house and landing at Derek's feet.
Scott walked out first. Then there was me, and Allison and Stiles followed behind.
"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott. You're not an Omega. You're already an Alpha of your own pack.", Derek announced, a wide smile spreading across his face. "But you know you can't beat me."
"I can hold you off until the cops get here.", Scott said, smugly.
Derek looked off to where the sirens were coming from but then we all heard a hissing noise from above us. We all looked up, turning our attention to the roof. Scott reached for Allison's hand, pulling her away from the porch. Stiles and I quickly followed behind.
Crawling across the roof was Lydia, in her Kanima form. She looked at us with her beady, reptilian eyes and let out a spine tingling screech.
Derek growled loudly at her, pushing me and Stiles back. But instead of attacking us, she disappeared from the roof into the darkness.
"Get them out of here.", Derek ordered Boyd, looking from unconscious Isaac to paralyzed Erica.
"You get out of here.", Derek ordered, putting his car keys in my hand. "Now, you trust me?", I asked, incredulously. He frowned. "Not the time."
We turned to the front door as we heard a familiar voice. "Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?", Lydia's voice screeched.
"Holy shit…", I muttered as we stared at Lydia standing in front of us.
She was human. Immune. She's not the Kanima.
It was Jackson.
It was no wonder why he's been so smug than usual these past few days. He knew. Jackson knew.
I sighed, taking Derek's car and went home while Scott and him ran off after Jackson.
The better question was what was Jackson's reason? If he knew the entire time, why did he pretend like he wasn't the Kanima? Why did he comply with hiding out at Scott's house…?
Who was he looking for? Who was the victim? He's only been frustrated with Lydia recently. He lashed at me shortly and we were all in the same house.
Scott pissed him off because he was getting popular on the team and Stiles definitely wasn't a target.
It couldn't be Derek… he was afraid of Derek. Who else….
My eyes widened and pulled out my phone, dialing Danny's number. Luckily Stiles had given it to me while we were at his house.
"Hello?", I barely hear over the sound of people's voices and music in the background. "Danny!", I called. "Hey. Where are you?"
"Hey, Sam. I'm at Jungle. Why, what's up?", he replied. Jungle. A nearby club.
"Nevermind," I lied, "I was checking something but I figured it out." Rushing to get in better clothes. If he was there, Jackson was sure to follow and I doubt he'd give a damn who saw him.
He chuckled. "Alright, Sam. Bye." He hung up. I sighed, turning the car around and parked near the club.
I texted Scott letting him know to come to Jungle. I called Derek right after.
"What?", he answered, huffing and puffing. It sounded like he was running.
"Where are you?", I asked.
"Iron works.", he said and I hung up, quickly driving over to the Iron works.
I rolled down the window, catching his attention.
"Get in.", I hurried and he jumped in. I drove off as he looked at me in confusion.
"I thought I told you to go home.", he said.
"I was until I was thinking about Jackson's motive.", I say. "I know where he's going."
"How?"
"I'll explain everything, but for now let's not kill him. Seriously, we need answers from him and killing him will not solve anything right now.", I say.
"I'm not promising that.", Derek said, raising an eyebrow at me.
"You need to. This serial killer type behavior has to take a break at some point.", I say, and he rolls his eyes.
"Fine." Derek slumped in his seat.
We finally came up to the club and got out of the car, waiting for Scott and Stiles to show. I noticed Derek glancing at me from the corner of my eye. "What?", I asked.
"Did you really need to have a huge jacket? You looked fine before.", he said. I rolled my eyes. "Thanks, Derek."
Before he could say more, they finally showed.
"What took you guys so long?", I asked as they walked up to us.
"How do you know Jackson's here?", Scott asked.
"Well, I was thinking about who he really wanted to come after. It wasn't me, it wasn't Lydia,I doubt it was Allison, I considered you but he didn't attack you and it definitely isn't Stiles.", I listed. "This entire time, he was after someone else."
"And why are we here? Where is here, exactly?", Stiles asked, looking at the building.
I sighed. If my assumptions were correct, it still wasn't my place to say anything.
"Sam, how do you know who he's after? Did you know something? Did you see something?", Scott pressed and I shook my head.
"Did you see something? Smell something?", Stiles butt in. Derek and Scott gave him a confused look that shut Stiles up.
"Armani.", I say with a smile. Stiles caught on.
"What? Danny? How does that even have anything to do with why we're here?", Stiles asked and I facepalmed. My friend was so stupid.
"We're going clubbing.", I say, rolling my eyes as I took off the jacket, throwing it Stiles who barely caught it.
I brushed the tight, sleeved bodycon dress I was wearing. I smiled, placing my hands on my hips.
Scott ripped off the handle of the door and I watched it fall with a clatter. "Let's go.", I say, entering the club. The four of us, immediately squinting our eyes to adjust to the flashing lights, looked around for Danny.
I looked around noticing the club being full of almost shirtless guys and I couldn't find Danny in the midst of them.
"Dude, everyone in here's a dude. I think we're in a gay club.", Scott yelled to Stiles over the music. I smiled at his airheadedness.
"Man nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh Scott?", Stiles asked, looking at Scott unamused while being petted by a bunch of drag queens.
"Danny's in here somewhere.", I yelled to them. Scott wasn't even paying attention. He was focused on something else. I followed his eyes as I saw a bar.
Him and Stiles ran over to the bar and asked for two beers. I shook my head as they came back to me with two cokes. It seemed fun… getting drunk.
I frowned and shook the thought away. I didn't like alcohol. I despised it. But…
I noticed a bartender passing by with a tray of shots and I took one as they passed. Derek frowned, grabbing my wrist. "What do you think you're doing?"
I hurriedly took a sip of the vodka, much to his disappointment.
I gagged as my throat burned but it was fun.
"Might as well while we're here. It'd be suspicious not to.", I say, shrugging. Stiles complained. "You don't even drink, so what the hell!"
I shrugged again. "How'd you even get on without getting ID'd?", Stiles shouted. Another bartender passed by us and I hurriedly grabbed another shot, throwing it back.
The boys looked at me with wide eyes. I stuck my tongue out. "Just like that."
"Alright, enough. You had your fun. We're here for Jackson, not to get drunk.", Derek scolded, taking my wrist in his bigger hand.
I looked around and found Danny in the middle of the crowded dance floor surrounded by other shirtless men
"I found Danny.", I announced to them.
"I found Jackson.", Scott said, looking up towards the ceiling above Danny where Jackson lizard was hanging. "Get Danny.", Scott said as he kept his eyes on the upside down hanging lizard.
"How do we make this not suspicious?", Stiles asked me. I looked at Danny. "I'll go get him. You two will just scare him.", I say, pulling away from the two and approaching Danny.
Once Danny saw me, he had begun dancing with me. I smiled, but shook my head. We had to get him out of here.
"What are you doing here?", he yelled over loud music. Some other shirtless guys' bodies were dancing and rubbing close to mine and I tried to keep a straight face as I talked to Danny.
"I was bored.", I yelled.
"I didn't know you had a fake!"
"Yeah neither did I. Cmon, let's go get a drink! I need to talk to you.", I say, grabbing his hand.
I felt someone's hand ghost over my hips and before I could turn around, I heard a scream and someone nearby fell to the floor, paralyzed.
Shit.
I kept a hold on his hand as we tried moving through the ocean of people who moved in panic.
I saw something moving in the shadows and frowned as I tried keeping Danny behind me.
He couldn't kill his best friend. He wouldn't.
I heard a roar and saw Derek was wolfed out in the middle of the dance floor; him and the Kanima were having a stare off.
"No, don't!", Scott screamed from somewhere nearby. Derek lunged at Jackson, slashing his claws through the lizard's throat.
I got Danny to get to Stiles. "Go find Scott.", Stiles told me.
I looked around for Scott and found him with Derek.
Our attention snapped over to hear police sirens coming nearby.
"We need to get out of here before they come.", I say, getting them out. I pushed Derek to his car. "You definitely gotta get out of here."
He nodded, getting in and sped off.
I sighed in relief.
Stiles and Scott managed to get away with Jackson and now Stiles is watching him in a prison transport van in the middle of the woods.
How Stiles managed to get one was beyond me.
We stood outside of the van, tired of Jackson's attitude. He heavily sighed and rolled his eyes, shaking off the conversation he just exchanged with Jackson.
"Have I mentioned how much I hate the guy?", Stiles asked me.
"You and me both, bud.", I say, looking around.
"You know, maybe he won't attack people anymore. Sure it's been a persistent pattern but, you know, maybe he'll stop.", Stiles said, giving faith.
I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "That jackass doesn't know how to stop. He hasn't gotten what he wanted yet, so I doubt it."
He sighed. "God I hate this.", He mumbled, messing with his jacket. "He doesn't freakin' believe me! He thinks it's all some messed up story I'm making up."
So he doesn't remember. He wouldn't have remembered attacking Danny…
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "I'll talk to him."
"What? No, he doesn't even know you're here. If we get in trouble from this, he'll know you're in on it too.", Stiles stopped me.
"He already knows. I'm the one that helped him with his nosebleed. I can be very persuasive if it means I'll have to go to jail.", I say and get in the van.
"I told you to leave me the hell alone.", Jackson yelled.
"I didn't even say anything yet.", I chuckled, sitting down. Jackson rolled his eyes, groaning. "Of course. I had a feeling you were helping McCall."
He glared at me. "I'm done answering questions."
"Not yet, you're not. We're just getting started.", I say, sitting across from him. "What happened the night of the full moon?", I asked.
"Nothing. Nothing happened.", he groaned.
"Bullshit! You were bitten by an alpha, your nose was bleeding and all of a sudden it was nothing?!", I exclaimed.
"Me?! What about you!? You were bitten by an Alpha. You and Lydia! And nothing happened!", he yelled.
I can't say exactly what happened. How do I explain the voices I've been hearing? Was that because of Peter…?
"Of course not… I'd never let that fool have his way.", I hear in my ear. I know no one's next to me. It was the same voice from my dream. Who was that woman…?
If my changing wasn't Peter's doing then…
"Uh… did you always have that on your forehead?", I hear Jackson ask. I look at him in confusion. He pointed at my forehead and I pulled out my phone, switching to the camera.
My eyes hadn't changed, luckily but there was a bigger feature on my face.
There was a small fitting, black crescent moon in the middle of my eyebrows like someone had stamped me.
I rubbed at the moon but it didn't go away. "Okay. That's new.", I say.
"Does that mean you turned?", he asked, backing away.
"No, you idiot. And even if I did, you still aren't gonna tell anyone shit.", I say, glaring at him.
"What, does McCall not know? What about Derek? Does anyone know?", Jackson rushed. "Yes, yes, and no.", I say, rolling my eyes at his panicking.
"Look, I'm asking the questions here. You need to believe us. You've killed a few other people. You kept Derek, Stiles, and I trapped in a pool for two hours waiting to kill us till Scott showed up. You could've killed Danny last night! Does that not bother you in the slightest??", I asked. "You need to get help and we're trying to help you."
"All I need is to get out of here!", he yelled, thrashing against his restraints.
"You will once we've fixed you.", I promised. He looked at me.
"Okay, so what about you?"
I looked at him in confusion. "What about me?"
"You say I turned into this lizard. What do you turn into?", he asked, curious. I sighed harshly.
"Nothing. I haven't turned into anything. I'm not a wolf, I'm human. So is Lydia."
"So let me get this straight, I'm the only crazy person that's a cold hard snake?", Jackson asked in disbelief.
I raised an eyebrow. "Are you really surprised?"
"Get me out of here. I'm not waiting on the both of us to get cured. McCall's taking too long.", he ordered.
"We're not waiting on the both of us. Only you. I'm still me.", I shrugged.
"Same lazy old Wilson.", Jackson sneered. I rolled my eyes. "I'm outta here.", I say, leaving him to seethe by himself.
"They know! They know Jackson's missing!", I hear Allison shriek as she walked up.
I rushed over to Stiles holding Jackson's phone pinched in between his fingers. He handed it to Allison and ran to the front of the van to the radio.
"All available units proceed to Beacon hills preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival." The voice radioed over.
I looked at Stiles. We're dead.
"Okay, okay. We need to get out of here pronto. Like now! In the van, now.", Stiles said, running in the van.
Allison ran over to the passenger side as Stiles climbed in. I held the phone in my hand and looked at Stiles.
"What are you doing? Get in.", he ordered, worriedly.
I shook my head. "You two get him out of here. It'd be better if we split up."
"Where are you going?", Stiles asked. I looked around as I backed up. "Somewhere...", I muttered and ran off. Once I got far enough into the woods, I dialed Jackson's mom with my sleeve and threw the phone as far as I could chuck it.
Once I was sure I couldn't hear a thud of the phone, I hurried towards Derek's old house.
Derek's old home appeared and Sam felt some sort of comfort. She smiled softly, as weird as it felt.
She paused, feeling her phone vibrating and saw Derek's name pop up. Letting out a sigh, she answered. "Yes, sir?"
"I thought I told you to stay out of the woods?", he asked, sounding like he was running.
"I'm not in the woods.", she lied, walking into the house. It was practically empty like someone had rushed and moved out. No blood, nothing.
"Funny. You do know I can smell you?"
Amused, she stayed quiet. Damned werewolf powers. He was quiet too, she looked at her phone and saw that he had hung up.
Welp. She turned around and jumped at the sight of Derek right behind her. "My god…", she muttered, patting her beating heart.
"I told you the woods are off limits.", Derek said, crossing his arms. His eyes widened a bit as he looked at her forehead, noticing the black crescent. Sam slapped a hand on her forehead. "Getting sidetracked here! I was hiding!" Derek's eyebrows raised. "From?"
She sighed and gave him a rundown of what just happened. He sighed, shaking his head, muttering 'stupid Stiles' and let her stay.
"Tell the Stillinski boy to come here.", Sam hear Peter whisper. She tensed up, watching Derek pace around the house. The Hale boy wasn't even paying attention to the girl as she panicked internally. He was too busy looking outside, and listening for any sounds of sirens.
She wanted to give him some sort of signal that she could hear his uncle. That Peter was right in her ear.
"Naughty girl… I can hear your thoughts.", she heard him say.
'Shit… where are those other voices when I need them…?', she thought.
What happened to the woman that said she wouldn't let him have his way?
"Tell the Stillinski boy to get here. Now.", Sam heard him order and hurriedly let Stiles know after he was finished to come to the Hale house.
She tried her best to keep a straight face with Derek. She could feel her heart beating erratically and she assumed he thought she was nervous with the cops being on their way and scoping out the area.
Dizziness washed over her and a sudden headache sprouted through her skull as her body tensed.
She felt like she was paralyzed and Derek wasn't even paying attention.
Suddenly Stiles busted through the door and she felt her face curve into a smile.
"What's the emergency?", Stiles exclaimed, looking around.
"Why the hell are you here?", Derek demanded, looking at him crazy.
"What do you mean what am I doing here? Sam said to come here."
Sam's lips moved and her voice spoke. "I never said that."
Stiles looked at her in disbelief. "You texted me to come straight here. Did something happen?"
"Nothing happened. Sam, what the hell--", Derek's voice trailed off as he saw her stand from the stairs, giving him a wide smirk.
"Hello boys.", a deeper voice exited her lips.
"Oh no...", Stiles backed away.
"What the hell is wrong with you?", Derek asked, standing in front of Stiles. Sam stared back at them with familiar yellow wolfish eyes.
"She turned!? She turned and never told us!?", Stiles panicked.
"Oh, Stiles," she smiled sweetly at the trembling boy, "so nice to see you again. And Derek, my favorite nephew. I thought those Alpha responsibilities would be good for you. I guess not."
"Nephew?", Stiles whispered, his face contorting into realization.
"Peter.", Derek growled.
"You remembered me!", she cried, happily and sarcastically.
"This is impossible!", Stiles exclaimed in disbelief.
"Oh, it's very possible."
"You-- how?? What did you do!?", Stiles yelled, stepping up.
"Oh, she's still here. She's…sleeping.", Sam's face smiled.
"How is it possible?", Derek asked.
"How else, Derek? Your little girlfriend is immune to the bite. Did you really think that nothing would happen?", she asked, stepping down from the stairs.
"Things happen, Derek. She's both strong and weak which cancelled out the bite. So it makes her immune. There's nothing you can do."
Derek's eyes flickered at Sam's face. He noticed the crescent moon on her forehead was gone. Her eyes were bright yellow, but he noticed the reddened rings under her eyes.
Almost like she was sick. How long was Peter gonna take this? How far?
"We're doing this my way, Derek. Or else. I'm sure I can persuade you," he hears his uncle say, as Sam's once short, trimmed nails grew into claws.
She slid a claw down her face to her neck. "Should I?", she asked, glancing at Derek's widened eyes that flickered red.
"Stop!!", Derek yelled, his eyes on her hand hovering over her throat.
She grinned as she stepped up to him. He tensed up. "You're not yourself anymore, Derek. Don't tell me you let her weaknesses get to you."
"Okay, Sam-- Peter- whoever! Why are you here?!", Stiles yelled.
"I just told you, because Samantha is immune to the bite. I'm not exactly here, she's just my passageway to the living world.", she responded to Stiles.
"Do you not have a heart or something? Do you get off to torment?", Stiles asked, incredulously.
She smirked. "Do you want an honest answer?"
"Enough. How long have you been planning this?", Derek asked. Her eyes glanced at him, her smirk getting wider. "Since you almost drowned. Probably earlier than that. She didn't notice me until after though."
Derek's eyes widened. "Whatever plan you have won't work. We'll fix her. You'll be dead for real.", Stiles warned, making her chuckle.
"That's not how that's going to work, poor boy. Just like her, you tell nobody. That means Scott, that stupid vet, or even the Argent girl."
"We'll tell them anyway.", Stiles argued and she grabbed him by the face, effortlessly lifting him. "You won't. Especially not you. Blabbermouth. If you do, I'll kill her."
"Peter, enough. You're not leaving.", Derek threatened, stepping behind Sam. Sam dropped Stiles and turned to Derek.
"Watch me."
Derek watched Sam's eyes flutter as the yellow left her eyes, returning to her russet brown eyes.
She lost balance and began to fall backwards. Stiles hurriedly took his unconscious friend into his arms, looking down at her worriedly.
I couldn't remember a thing from yesterday. The last thing I remember was Peter's voice in my head and then I blacked out and woke up in my room.
Derek must've taken me home…
Even after that, I still had to go to school. Not paying attention, someone bumped into and I frowned, ready to snap.
My eyes met the same blue eyes. It was that guy that told those girls off the other day.
I sighed. "My bad."
He chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, I'm sorry. You okay? You seem sad."
He held out his hand. "Uh, Matt." I shook his hand. "Sam."
He smiled, "Nice to meet you. So, what's up? You got some relationship troubles or something?"
I shook my head. "No, just overthinking. A little stressed."
"Well, you should take some time to relax. Hey, I know this underground show that's happening this Friday. Maybe you'd like to go? Just to let off some steam.", he suggested.
It sounded like a party and I didn't exactly have a social battery for that. I got lucky with going to that club and that was enough for me.
I hummed. "I got a friend that can hook you up with some tickets if you want. I'm going with Allison so I've already got to get a few, one more wouldn't hurt.", he said. My eyes widened a bit.
"You're going with Allison?", I asked. He nodded. "Yeah I just asked her maybe 5 minutes ago."
"Oh, wow." I gave a fake smile. "I'm mad she didn't tell me about this party." Scott was not gonna be happy…
He nodded again. "Did you want tickets?" I nodded. "Sure."
Before he could, I noticed Scott running past us down the hallway.
"Scott?", I yelled, looking at him. I turned to Matt. "I'll be back with you on that.", I say and run after Scott.
On the way, I found the boy's locker room door left open and I walked in to see the lockers tipped over, and a shirtless Jackson on the floor.
"I have a restraining order!", he shouted.
"Trust me. I restrained myself.", I hear Scott reply back.
Jackson shot up and ran Scott into the wired lockers. They began punching each other and Jackson had the upper hand—throwing Scott into the showers and continuing their fight there. I noticed Allison cowering on the floor and I ran in, crouching to her.
She seemed so out of it. What the hell did Jackson do…?
"Al- Allison. C'mon!", I say, getting her up.
"Let's go!", I ordered Allison, and got her to stand. Jackson kicked Scott into the tile wall, shattering it. He emerged from the showers to face me.
He glared at me. "Where the hell do you think you're going?"
Scott threw a punch in his face and turned to me. "Get her out."
My eyes widened as Jackson threw a weight at Scott. Much to Jackson's disappointment, Scott caught it and went back to fighting Jackson.
Just before we got out, Mr. Harris yelled, storming in the locker room. "What the hell's going on?"
We all looked at him, shocked. This was gonna be hard to explain.
Harris didn't even give us a chance to explain. He sent us all in detention, including Matt and Stiles who showed up minutes later.
"We can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools.", Jackson announced.
"All these tools?", Harris asked, unamused.
"No, just us tools.", Stiles corrected, referring to Scott and himself.
"Fine. You two over there.", Harris pointed to a table literally next to the table they had previously been in. Jackson looked at Harris with wide eyes.
I snickered, much to Jackson's annoyance.
I sighed, pulling out a notebook and doodled as we sat in silence.
All of us, minus Harris paused at the word that escaped Matt's mouth.
"Kanima.", Matt said. I stopped doodling, not even bothering to look at him. I glanced at Allison as she glanced at Matt and I rolled my eyes.
For fuck's sake…
She made it so obvious with her quick nervousness. Why would you look directly at him? No doubt the other three boys did as well.
Maybe he was just reading whatever he saw on his tablet. I hoped.
I glanced at Jackson who sat to the left of me.
"Why'd you do it?", I asked in a hushed tone.
"Why'd I do what?", he whispered back.
"You didn't mention me."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Why didn't you rat me out with Scott and Stiles? You're stupid, but not that stupid.", I hushed.
"Because."
"Jackson."
"Wilson."
"I just want to know why I don't have a restraining order from you."
"Because we have the same issue right now.", Jackson said. I didn't think that'd be his reason…
Sounds like he needs me.
Suddenly after a few minutes, Jackson began clutching his head, standing up and bringing his backpack with him. "I have to go to the bathroom.", he said, leaving the room.
"Are you alright? Hey, you don't look so good.", Harris said, standing then glared at us. "No one leaves their seats." Harris threatened, going after Jackson.
Of course not even two seconds later, Scott and Stiles moved.
Matt came over to me. "What, he catch you cheating and didn't snitch?", Matt asked with a light chuckle.
I nodded, giving a sigh of relief.
Our attention was brought to the PA. "Scott McCall please report to the principal's office."
I frowned.
What'd Gerard want from Scott?
After Scott's return, Harris had us do shelving in the library which I didn't mind as much. More books for me to find and read.
"Didn't know you were a bookworm. Oh, wait, I did.", I hear Peter's voice. I gripped a shelf, taking deep breaths.
I wasn't sure what could happen. If he came out with Derek and Stiles…
"I could come out whenever I want, but where's the fun in letting you know when?", Peter teased.
I shivered then heard a scream and a growl. I ran over to see Matt face down on the floor with a cut on the back of his neck.
I kneeled next to Scott as he examined Matt. A tremor rumbled from the ground and suddenly books and debris fell from above.
"Erica!", Scott yelled, his fangs and golden eyes evident. She returned his call with a terrified roar.
More rumbles erupted and books flew out of their shelves as we ducked and flinched.
Suddenly we heard Erica scream, and struggled to get to her, leaving Matt.
We turned around and flinched when Jackson, his face half covered green scales and his eyes changed to golden slits, standing there. He roared at us and Scott pushed me back into the aisle.
Jackson threw Scott back and I ducked behind another aisle, getting to Erica.
Jackson walked over to the chalkboard, the lights flickering above him, his body moved like he was possessed as he picked up a chalk and began writing without even looking.
'Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you.' After that, he suddenly began running and jumped out a window.
Scott, who finally emerged from the aisle with Stiles and Allison as they walked over to the board.
I noticed Erica trembling and widened my eyes in realization as I took her in my arms. "Guys, I think she's having a seizure!", I yelled, catching their attention.
Stiles rushed to us, taking a shaking Erica into his arms. Allison went and rushed to matt.
"We need to get her to a hospital.", I say. Erica made a noise of disapproval.
"D-D-Derek. Only to Derek.", she stuttered.
What the hell was Derek gonna do for her?
Scott was practically whining about leaving Allison on her own which made the rest of us look at him irritated.
"Scott, not the time to have sappy relationship talks!", Erica began shaking more.
"Call him.", Stiles told me. I huffed and called Derek immediately.
"What happened, now?", he answered, annoyed.
"We have a problem. It's Erica. I can't explain everything but it's an emergency. We're coming to you."
We arrived at Derek's hideout less than ten minutes later thanks to Stiles' speeding.
"Hold her up.", Derek ordered once we were in one of the empty train carts. Stiles got behind Erica's head and held up the top half of her body on his knees.
"Is she dying?", Stiles asked.
"I don't know, she might. Boy, this is going to hurt.", Derek said, taking Erica's arm and breaking it. She let out a blood curdling screech of pain and I gagged at the way he bent it.
"You broke her arm?", Stiles screamed in disbelief, wrapping his arms tighter around Erica.
"It'll trigger the healing process. I still have to get the venom out, this is where it's really going to hurt.", Derek put both hands on Erica's forearm and began twisting and squeezing the skin.
Her screams got louder as she thrashed from the Dark red blood began pouring out onto the newspaper below her. She was screaming and stopped, panting as she fell back into stiles, almost passing out from pain.
"Stiles," she panted, "you make a good batman.", she reassured as she passed out. Derek continued to drain her blood.
I sighed and got up as Derek finished, exiting the car and leaning on a wall as Scott and Derek discussed.
I felt a twinge of pain in my head and winced, hoping it'd pass. It didn't.
Through the midst of me trying to hold back a shout of pain from the increasing headache, I could see Peter's silhouette walk up to me and I looked down, praying he'd go away.
"There's not enough prayers in the world that will stop me.", I hear before blacking out.
Derek noticed the girl on the wall, twitching in the shadows and moving to leave the car. He dismissed Scott and moved to follow the girl, only to stop as he saw her waiting outside with a smile and yellow piercing eyes.
"Look at you being a good alpha.", he hears her say.
Derek immediately frowned. "I don't need to know whether or not you think I am."
Her eyebrows raised. "It's definitely a different look for you though. Caring so much for others. You haven't done that in so long."
"I don't care.", Derek disagreed. She chuckled.
"You don't? Hm."
She walked away from him only for Derek to grab her arm. "Give her back.", he growled.
She stared at him before giving him a slight courtesy. "Okay."
Sam's eyes fluttered back to her color and closed as she fell into Derek's arms. He frowned, looking at the girl he held and let out a sigh as he picked her up and led her to an abandoned seat he found.
After Sam had woken up, she looked to see Derek staring outside a window. Her shuffling caught his attention. "You're finally awake.", he said, walking over to her and sat down.
She nodded, avoiding his eyes.
Before he could even say anything, she spoke up. "He's been haunting me. Like it's my fault. Maybe it is. You're probably right, I should've stayed out of it. But I couldn't. And despite all of this, I don't regret doing so.", she says, finally looking at him.
He looked at her with a deep frown. "I'm not asking for sympathy or for help, though it would be nice. But… I don't know. I'm alone and he's there, I'm not alone and he's there. Me and Lydia literally saw him at the ice rink. He was under the ice like he drowned there. I thought it was just a hallucination and maybe it was.", she blinked back oncoming tears.
"There's no way to know anymore. Everything's so confusing. I don't even hear the voices anymore. They stopped the moment we were at the house.", she said, looking at him.
His eyebrows furrowed as he listened. "She-- they-- I don't know. Whoever it was told me they wouldn't let him have his way and yet… he took over my body.", she says almost as if she didn't believe it herself.
"I'm not the only one, though. Jackson's being controlled. We don't know who's controlling him.", she confessed.