Abomination


Rose soaked a cotton ball and applied it to Scott's wound.

"What is that?" Scott asked, wincing.

"Rubbing alcohol." Rose answered.

"You will heal the same, just not as quickly, because of Derek." Deaton added.

"How do you know this?" Scott asked his boss. "How do you know anything?"

"That's a long story." Rose informed, placing a large, gauze bandage on the teenager's wound. "Cliffnotes; he knows about us; and more."

"Your kind, I can help." Deaton added. "But this..." he motioned to the hunter's corpse on his exam table. "This is something different."

"Well, do you know what did it?" Scott questioned.

"No." the two adults answered.

"But the Argents will." Rose added. "They'll have a record or book, that'll have descriptions, histories, and notations of all of the things they've discovered."

"All of the things?" Scott repeated. "How many different things are there?"

Before Rose could answer, the sound of vehicles turning into the Clinic parking lot was heard.

"Rose." Deaton warned.

The woman nodded. "I know, come on Scott, in here." she opened the supply closet door and shuffled inside, leaning against the wall with the younger wolf beside her. "Keep quiet."

Chris and Gabriel walked into the exam room, followed by their father, Gerard, who was holding onto his eldest granddaughter's arm.

Rose's eyes widened as she took in the sight of the young blonde teenager. Her hair was in a low ponytail and she was wearing navy blue windpants with a white stripe on both legs and a grey hoodie.

"Evening Dr. Deaton." she greeted, casually.

"It's been a while." Gerard added, giving a nod. "The last I heard, you had retired."

"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct." Deaton replied.

"If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours." Chris pointed out.

Deaton nodded. "I also noticed the gunpowder residue on his finger tips." he added. "Don't assume I will be swayed by the philosophy because you raise a couple of questions."

"He was only 24." Chris added.

Calla licked her lips and focused more on Deaton than Bennett's corpse in front of her.

"Killers come in all ages." Deaton reminded.

"All ages, sizes, and shapes." Gerard elaborated. "It's the last one that concerns us."

"How about you tell us what you found?" Gabriel asked.

Deaton nodded and turned the head of the corpse, exposing the back of the neck. "You see this cut? Precise, almost surgical. But, this is not the wound that killed him." he informed as the four hunters gathered closer around the exam table. "This had a more interesting purpose."

"Relating to the spine." Gerard noted.

Dr. Deaton nodded in agreement. "Whatever made this cut, was laced with a paralytic toxin, potent enough to disable all motor functions." he motioned to the gashes on the corpse's chest. "These are the cause of death. Notice the patterns on each side."

Calla looked over the gashes. "Five for each finger." she noted.

"Each claw." Gerard corrected, looking at his granddaughter.

"As you can see, it dug in, slashed up with eviscerating the lungs and slicing through the rib cage with ease." Deaton continued.

"Have you seen anything like this before?" Calla asked, looking at the veternarian.

Deaton shook his head, meeting the young huntress's eyes.

"Any idea at all what killed him?" Gabriel prided.

"No." Deaton answered. "But I can tell you it's fast, remarkably strong, and has the capacity to render its victims helpless within seconds."

"You're saying we should be cautious." Chris noted. "We get it."

"I am saying you should be afraid. Be very afraid." Deaton rebuked. "Because in the natural world, predators with paralytic toxins use them to catch and eat their prey. This prey was not eaten." he went on. "That means whatever killed him only wanted to kill him." he looked at each hunter. "In fact, killing may be its only purpose."

From the supply closet, Rose and Scott watched as the four Hunters left and two more came in to retrieve Bennett's body. The female Alpha sighed in relief once she heard the vehicles drive away from the clinic.

"Rest and heal." she told Scott as he was about to leave. "If you need help, you can always ask."

"Thank you." Scott replied, nodding to both Deaton and Rose as he left.

"That must've been hard, seeing Calla with Gerard." Alan noted, standing next to Rose.

"Yeah, it was actually." Rose confirmed. "She's grown so much since I last saw her."

"Well, it has been eight years." Alan reminded.

Rose simply nodded and pursed her lips together. "Yeah, eight year's I've missed of my own daughter's life."


Calla leaned against her headboard, with New Moon propped up on her knees as she read. Her AP English binder lay open next to her feet. There was a knock at her bedroom door.

"Come in." she granted

Gerard walked in, "Hard at work?" he questioned, sitting on the side of his granddaughter's bed.

"Finishing up my English homework." Calla answered, turning the page of her novel. "Book report stuff."

Gerard nodded. "What's your book about?"

Calla peeked over the top of the pages, marking her place with a bookmark. "Well, it's a continuation of a love story between a Vampire, named Edward, and a human girl, named Bella." she answered. "In this story, after an incident at Bella's birthday party, Edward and his family move away and Bella falls into a state of depression. That's how far I've gotten."

"A tragic love story." Gerard noted. "Sounds like a mystical take to Romeo and Juliet."

Calla nodded. "Yup." she agreed, writing something down in her binder and setting both it and the novel on her nightstand. "Well, since the semifinals game is tomorrow, I better get some sleep tonight."

Gerard coughed a couple times and pulled out a small, metal tin, full of multicolored pills.

"You okay gramps?" Calla asked, genuinely concerned.

Gerard nodded and dry-swallowed the pills. "When I was your age, I didn't even take vitamins." he chuckled. "Now I am choking down a cocktail of pills 3 times a day. But, I do what my doctor tells me, because I trust him." he met his granddaughter's eyes. "Trust is a commodity our family holds very high, you know? And my daughter, well, your aunt Kate, died doing what she thought were right." Calla rolled her eyes at the mention of Kate's name. "Her intentions may have been misguided."

"A bit?" Calla repeated, her tone almost snarky.

"Oh, like that." Gerard chuckled. "You remind me of her. She challenged me, too."

"So, what do you want me to do? Challenge you?" Calla questioned.

"I want you to trust me." Gerard replied. "You're gonna find yourself put in the position where you question the trust of people close to you. Even your closest friends." he added. "And when that happens, you have to know the trust you would never question is family. Can I trust you, Calla?"

The senior took a deep breath and exhaled, nodding. "Yeah." she replied.

"Speak with conviction." Gerard told her. "Yes or No?"

"Yes!" Calla repeated. "You can trust me."

Gerard nodded in approval and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight sweetheart. Sweet dreams." he got up and left, closing the door behind him.


The next night, the Beacon Hills High field was full of cheering fans. It was a semi-cold night and the opposing team looked like a challenge.

"Hey girls, mind if I get some shots for the yearbook?" asked one of the players, Matt, who was also a photographer.

"Sure." Calla agreed, gathering up the squad.

Matt shot a couple of squad photos, a couple shots of just the seniors, and one of Brittney and Calla, before joining the rest of the Lacrosse players.

The opposing team was much more of a challenge than the players thought they would be, seeing as how by the second quarter, almost half the team was taken off the field due to injuries.

"Damn." Calla muttered, wincing.

"Oh boy." Brittney sighed.

As the game drew on, Scott managed to tie up the score. As he went to one-up the opposing team, one of the players slammed into him, causing him to fall and land in a position that would've seriously harmed any other human being.

"Oh God." Calla muttered, as Allison ran onto the field.

"I think he broke his leg." Brittney whispered.

Due to his healing abilities, Scott was cleared to continue playing, and ended up helping his team win the semi-finals.


Calla and Brittney were the only cheerleaders who returned to the locker room to change. As Brittney slid into her maroon wind pants, she heard faint noises coming from the pool.

"What Brit?" Calla asked, hanging up her uniform.

"I hear something, coming from the pools." she answered, walking out of the locker room with Calla following, glock in hand.

The two girls peeked through the glass window on the door and saw Stiles and Derek treading water in the middle of the pool. A large, lizard creature was stalking around the pool, keeping the two boys contained.

Brittney growled low in her throat, eyes flashing midnight blue. Calla took a deep breath and held her glock ready to fire.

"On the count of three." she whispered. "One...Two...Three..."

Brittney charged through the door, letting out a protective snarl. Calla clicked the safety off her glock and fired off a warning shot. The lizard hissed in reply.

Brittney ran forward, grabbing the lizard by the arm and tossing it over the pool, crouched protectively in front of Derek and Stiles. Calla walked around the other side, her gun held ready.

"So, you're the thing responsible for the recent murders." Calla noted, her heart rate and breathing steady.

"Calla, be careful!" Stiles called. "That thing somehow secretes something that paralyzes people."

The senior nodded as she slowly approached the lizard which hissed at her. It suddenly lunged for her, aiming to scratch her. Due to her new training, she dodged by flipping over the creature, lading perfectly and spinning on her heels, kicking it in the back.

"Woah." Stiles gaped as he watched the Huntress routinely kick and punch the walking lizard.

As the large reptile swung it's claws in her direction, she continued to dodge with great accuracy and strike at vital points that would knock out a normal human, which she clearly wasn't fighting. Brittney jumped in, digging her claws into the soft tissues of the hips. The lizard screeched in pain, wrapping it's tail around the female wolf's leg, tossing her onto the diving boards.

"Brit!" Calla yelled, seeing her friend's body sprawled over the diving boards.

A split second later, Calla was launched in the air and sent rolling down the length of the pool, laying on her side, wincing in pain.

Seeing his open opportunity to get to his phone, Stiles released his grip on Derek and swam to the opposite side of the pool.

"Derek." Calla grunted, struggling to stand.

She jumped up and dove into the water, kicking straight down. Calla gripped the front of Derek's shirt and wrapped her arm around his back, kicking off the pool bottom. She broke the surface and both gasped for air.

"Thanks Cal." Derek said, catching his breath.

Calla smiled, adjusting her grip so both could keep their heads above water. "No problem." she replied, treading water. "No begs the question, how do we get out of here?"

Stiles swam back over. "I couldn't reach him." he admitted.

"Who?" Calla asked.

"Scott." Derek answered.

Calla nodded. "Oh." she muttered. "Okay, we need to find someway out of this pool, we're sitting ducks in here."

"Actually that thing can't swim." Stiles told her. "So we're safer in here."

"I can't hold him up forever." Calla reminded, readjusting her hold on Derek's back. "At least find me something to hold onto."

Stiles sighed and helped support some of Derek's weight. "Come one, over here."

Calla smiled and kicked towards the back of the pool. "If I can just get to my gun, we'd be good." she noted.

Once they reached the side, Calla lifted herself up and pulled Derek with her, then helped Stiles.

"You're a lifesaver Calla." Stiles panted.

The lizard creature hissed as it saw the three and proceeded to stalk towards them It then broke into a run, approaching them fast. Calla reached for her gun, which had skidded down the pool when the creature threw her.


Just before she could fire a shot, another howl sounded which made everyone freeze. Scott soon barreled into the lizard, sending it into a mirror hanging on the wall. The young Beta stood protectively in front of his friends, growling. The lizard hissed in reply.

It stalked closer, crunching over the shattered glass. It looked down and cocked it's head to the side, blinking at it's own reflection. It let out a screech and jumped onto the wall, climbing over the railing of the second level. Calla followed it's movements, firing her weapon, shattering the glass window on the ceiling, and the creature jumped through it, vanishing into the night.

"Damnit." Calla cursed, standing up. "What the hell was that thing?"

"We'll soon find out." Scott promised, shifting back to normal.

Brittney joined her friends, cracking her knuckles and her neck. "Okay, never again am I doing that." she groaned.


Calla retrieved Gerard's keys from the principal's office and met the rest of the group out in the school parking lot, digging out her laptop from her car. She plugged in the USB drive and located the Bestiary, pulling up the pages.

"Is that even a language?" Stiles asked, scratching his head.

Brittney and Scott cocked their heads to the side.

"It's Latin." Calla informed, clicking through the pages. "Ancient by the looks of it. It'll take a while to translate though."

"How are we supposed to figure out what that thing is?" Brittney questioned.

"It's called a Kanima." Derek cut in, walking up to the four with Erica behind him.

"You knew the whole time?" Scott accused.

Derek shook his head. "Only when it was confused by its own reflection."

"It doesn't know what it is." Brittney deducted.

"Or who." Derek added.

"What else do you know?" Calla asked, locking eyes with Derek.

"Just stories, rumors." He answered.

"Is it like us?" Brittney asked.

"A shape-shifter yes, but it's not right." Derek admitted."It's like..."

"An abomination." Stiles finished.

"We need to work together on this." Scott said. "Maybe even tell the Argents." he motioned to Calla, who shrugged her shoulders.

"You trust them?" Derek accused, angrily.

"Nobody trusts anyone." Calla interrupted, looking between the two werewolves. "And while we're out here fighting about who's on what side, there is something scarier, faster, and stronger than any of you and it's killing people!" she added. "And we know nothing about it!"

Derek looked at Calla, his eyes full of anger, "I know one thing. When I find it," he said as he turned around. "I'm gonna kill it."

"Derek! Derek!" Calla called, running after him. She grabbed his shoulder and forced him to stop. "Dammit Derek, stop!" she yelled.

"What?" he asked sharply.

She sighed, "I meant what I said. That Kanima is stronger and faster than you are. Not to mention way more vicious and deadly."

"Why do think I'm going to kill it?" he asked, his green eyes blazing. "Cal, I could've lost you tonight." he caressed her cheek.

"Derek we all could've died tonight!" Calla told him, reaching up cupping his cheek in her hand. "If any of us stand a chance against that thing, we need to work together." she added. "You and I have to be on the same page about the plan of action."

Derek pulled her closer, wrapping his arms tight around her lower back. She returned by wrapping her arms around his neck.

"I need to kill it before it kills us." Derek said, cupping her face in his hands. "Before that thing takes something away from me that I really care about."

Calla smiled and kissed him, leaning into his body, running her fingers through his hair.

"You should get home." Derek advised, touching his forehead to hers. "We can't afford your family getting suspicious."

Calla nodded, caressing his cheek. "Just remember, I'm here." she reminded. "I'm gonna do everything I can to help."

Derek kissed her forehead. "Goodnight Calla." he whispered, heading towards his Camaro with Erica on his heels.

The blonde Beta glared at the senior's direction when her back was turned, a low growl escaping her.

"I'll see you guys on Monday." She said to Scott, Brittney, and Stiles.

"Night Cal." Scott waved, climbing into his car.

"See ya." Brittney called, as she climbed into her car, Stiles sliding into the passenger seat.

Calla smiled and pulled away, heading home. Her mind reeling with the new information, while also trying to come up with a plausible lie to feed her family as to why she was out so late, and soaking wet. Lucky for her, a storm had just started, so that helped her lie a little bit.