Change Chapter 46: Book 3: Two Bodies, a teen wolf fanfic

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Chapter 44 - Part 1

WARNING: For this chapter, I will warn you about some of the speech. There is a flashback, there are some things discussed which some people may not like or may find disturbing/upsetting. Like always I have marked the start and end of the flashback so you can skip it. Also, I do not condone this behaviour and I will tell those that don't know that the legal age in Texas is 17.

Stiles

Charlie, understandably, was pissed. It took almost the entire Pack to prevent her from going on a rampage through the preserve, to wherever Xavier had taken Sam. All the guys practically pinned her to the wall, whilst the girls ran outside to see if they could find anything.

I had never seen Charlie look so feral. Her eyes blue as her face shifted from human to were-coyote, howling and clawing at everyone and everything within reach. Whenever I tried to get close to Charlie, I was just pushed away, all of them keeping me out of harm's way. I could understand why they were doing it, but they just seemed so overprotective - they had to realise that there would be times I got hurt - and, at that moment, they were hurting themselves more than me, trying to keep hold of Charlie. Of course, I managed to find a weak spot in the group in the forms of Scott and Isaac. I didn't mean they were weak physically, they were just less inclined to push me away. Worming my way between the two Betas, I managed to get in front of Charlie. The best thing about being in front of Charlie was I knew none of them would try to move me, knowing me reaction to being grabbed from behind. It was hard trying to dodge her claws when her hands slid free, The sharp nails scratching across me cheeks a few times.

But I didn't let that deter me. This was Charlie!

So, ignoring the claws, ignoring the blood, ignoring the Pack, I flew forward and wrapped my arms around her. I held onto her as tight as I could, hugging her to me. Slowly, she her movements grew weaker. The angered snarls and howls turned into pain filled whimpering and sobs. Charlie completely broke down in my arms, the redhead throwing her arms around me and sobbing into my neck. Carefully, the guys backed away from Charlie, releasing her as gently as they could. As they did, the redhead collapsed onto me, no strength left in her to keep herself standing.

"We'll find her." I whispered. "I promise, we will find her and those assholes will die."

"I should have been watching her." Charlie blubbered.

"We all should have. Don't blame yourself, you don't want to go down that path. Trust me."

When the girls came back, we were at another dead end - Xavier had gotten Sam into a car, their scents cutting off at a road. We couldn't even track the GPS on Sam's phone, because she left it in the kitchen! Yet again, we were back to square one.

"All we have to go on is Veronica would have set up in an abandoned building." Allison sighed. "How is that supposed to help us?"

"Could be worse - it could have just been a building, abandoned or not." Jackson yawned. "Is there anything we've missed?"

I listened as they all talked, running through every little detail through my head. I went through every conversation, every little bit of information, trying to find something, anything, that we had just discarded.

But I came up with nothing.

Somehow, there was absolutely nothing we were missing. I didn't understand how that was possible! There was almost always something right under your nose that you would miss! How was it possible that we hadn't overlooked anything? Surely Sam had mentioned something, anything, more.

"Charlie, did Sam ever talk to you about Veronica? You know, recently?" I asked, glancing to the redhead.

"Not a lot. Why?" she sniffled, running a hand through her hair.

"Did she ever say where Veronica kept her? Where she kept her 'collection'?"

Frowning, everyone turned to face me, questioning and confused looks plastered across their faces.

"Uh, she had being having nightmares. Kept saying something about trains, she wasn't making a lot of sense." Charlie said.

"What if that's where Veronica kept her?" I mused.

"What does that have to do with this?" Boyd sighed.

Rolling my eyes, I pushed off from the wall I had been leaning against. In any other situation, it would have been almost funny how they didn't seem to get it, didn't seem to understand. But I couldn't bring myself to think that, let alone laugh.

"People like Veronica will go back to a similar place. Sam said she escaped right? She's the one that got away. If Veronica is so obsessed with her, she's going to go to places that remind her of Sam, especially since she's here." I explained. "People like Veronica are predictable like that. So, chances are, she's going to be near or around trains, almost like she's recreating the place she last had Sam."

They all just stared at me.

"Don't ask how I know that, I'll explain later. Just... Is there anywhere abandoned around here that deals with trains?" I pushed

"Railroad Depot." Derek muttered, jumping up from his armchair. "Where I used to hide out."

"Grab your coats, kids. We're going hunting."

It was early hours of Tuesday - May 20th - morning when we set out for the Railroad Depot. None of us had realise quite how much time had passed, nor how long Sam had been with them.

But we tried not to think about that. Our main focus was getting Sam away and offing Veronica.

It was, actually, far too easy to get in. It shouldn't have been that easy. All we did was walk through the door and that was it. No guard dogs, no fight, no nothing. Well, that was a lie. There was Sam, locked up in this cage.

Running towards the blonde, we could see that all she had on was her bra and pants. She, literally, was naked accept from those two pieces of clothing. She was fairly dirty for how long she had been in there, blood and dirt covering her. Patches of blood had already started to congeal, forming scabs over, what would become, scars... But the blood and the pain didn't seem to bother her.

No.

She was pacing the cage, screaming for Veronica at the top of her lungs.

"She's been drugged." Isaac groaned, spotting the bite mark on her throat.

And wasn't that great? Sam was practically addicted to the bitch we had to gank.

This just became a hell of a lot harder...

Sam didn't seem to realise we were there. She was just screaming and begging and whimpering. It was like she was a shell of the person we knew her as. It was...heartbreaking.

Charlie tried yelling to Sam, trying to break through the barrier that seemed to have been put up. But it was like she couldn't hear us. She just kept muttering to herself. As she turned, almost throwing her head in the direction we were standing, it was like Sam saw Charlie's face, but didn't. Her eyes were so glassy, her stare so far away, it was almost impossible for her to know.

"No. No, no, no, no, no. Not again! Please, not again!" Sam cried. "How did you even drug me this time!"

Charlie's whole body became ridged, her eyes widening as an almost dead look took over her face. I could see she was about to say something, ask something, but the next thing we knew Sam had passed out, the 'drug' in her system most likely having faded.

"Break the lock, we need to get her out of here." I ordered. "We need to get her to Deaton."

Breaking down the door of the cage, Charlie was the first in to grab her fiancée. She picked her up, not even breaking a sweat, easily carrying her out and towards the exit.

Which was when things turned difficult.

It was obvious that getting out wasn't going to be as easy as getting in. That was the point, right? Veronica wanted Charlie and me too, so why not let us walk in and not let us out? Well, that's how it would have worked in her mind, we were - of course - getting the fuck out.

With a low growl, Charlie set Sam down gently on a nearby table, her shift taking place in a blink of an eye before she was flying towards Veronica. Though we all wanted to get involved, it was almost an agreement that we would let Charlie be the one to take Veronica down - Sam was hers, it was her fiancée that had been taken, of course Charlie would get the revenge.

We watched as the two clawed at each other, Charlie dodging every bite Veronica tried to get in. Some of the fight was too fast that I couldn't even see what was going on!

What I did see, though, was Xavier trying to sneak up on Charlie, rifle in hand.

Before I had even thought about it, I was tackling Xavier to the ground, bending the rifle in half as my eyes shifted to red and purple. I could feel my ears coming, could feel my tail growing from the base of my spine. I watched as his eyes widened. Smelt the fear grow. Heard his heart beating fast. Tasted the tang of panic. I could feel him shaking beneath me.

Well, I thought it was shaking.

I didn't register the pain straight away, but it wasn't like being stabbed with a knife, in the arm, was the worst thing I had experienced. The pain only made my transition faster. My mind was completely taken over by my animal counterparts, letting the two have complete control of my body, whilst I sat back and watched.

Xavier had managed to roll away whilst my shift finished, already a quarter of the way to Charlie. He didn't get any further as I pounced, my claws digging into the soft part of his leg, hooking them in deeper as I dragged him back. Blood was already starting to pool out of him, his screams blocking out so much.

I watched as the vein in his neck jumped.

I felt all my senses being overtaken by his fear, by his hatred.

All I could think of was how I had to get rid of him, before he hurt anyone I cared about.

With all my strength, I flung him across the room, his body whizzing through the air before hitting the side of the abandoned subway car. The dent should have worried me. A lot of things should have worried me, at that point.

But I wasn't in control.

I wasn't the one making the decisions.

I wasn't the one holding the reins.

They were - my wolf and fox. The pair of them working together as they took control of my body, deciding together how we should progress. Their hackles were raised, the pair of them watching this asshole through my eyes with their teeth barred.

No mercy, that's all they were thinking - protect.

Stalking towards him, I felt my teeth sharpen as my tail coiled itself around my left leg. I threw aside the door that had broken off, grabbing Xavier off of the floor by the neck, slamming him into the inside wall of the subway car. Both of his hands scratched at mine, even though I wasn't putting any pressure of his throat. I could smell a combination of so many drugs on him, just like I used to with Zane. The smell was so strong, too strong...

FLASHBACK - Saturday, May 21st 2011- 16 year old Stiles

Zane had locked me in his apartment... Again. He said it was to keep me safe, it was a bad neighbourhood and you never knew just who was walking around. He only did it to make sure I didn't run away. If I wasn't so scared, if I could draw on the strength I knew I had to be able to run, I would. I would have been out of the door like a bat out of hell! A guy could wish.

He had been gone for hours.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, alone, in his apartment, whilst I waited for him to get back. I didn't know what his mood would be like when he got back - I didn't know if he would be sweet like he was at first, I didn't know if he would burn me...

It was as my heart started racing that the door opened.

The smell hit me first. The heroin, cocaine, ecstasy... There were so many smells stuck to him that I couldn't pick them all out.

His pupils were severely dilated, eyes red, as he looked around the room.

Zane slammed the door behind him, staring at me from where I was standing by the coffee table. I thought he was just going to stand there, or maybe just go straight to his room. I thought he wouldn't do anything this time.

He had me pinned, back against the wall, before I could blink.

He forced his tongue into my mouth as I stood there, accepting my fate, for now. I could taste the smoke of one drug or another, could hear his pulse thrumming as he got a little more into it... He pushed his mouth against my neck, his tongue and teeth attacking the skin there too.

What was I supposed to do?

"God, Babe." Zane groaned. "All I have to do is look at you and I'm ready to go."

Zane's hands moved until he had one resting around my chin, just sitting there as he kept m head turned to the side, the other plunging into the back pocket of my jeans, groping my ass through the material. It was like he was too strung out to even try and get to my skin.

"Y'know, I was thinking - there's so much I can introduce you to. So much I know you'd be begging me to do to you. I could take to a couple of clubs where they...specialize in certain things. I'd have to brand you as mine, of course, make sure no one thinks they can just snatch you up. And I'd definitely have to keep you on a leash. I think you'd look real pretty with a collar around your neck." he chuckled, darkly, forcing his knee between my legs. "I think I'd like hearing you call me Master, or maybe even Daddy. Oh, yeah, you'd definitely call me Daddy, wouldn't you Baby. Would be a great way to keep you in line - have you riding my dick when you've been good, bend you over and spank that tight, firm ass when you've disobeyed. Your ass would be so fucking red, you wouldn't be able to sit down. I'd keep doing it until you were rock hard and not able to talk. Then, when you think it's over and you get to calm down, I'll take you dry. You'd feel me everywhere for days, weeks. Doesn't that sound nice?"

Vigorously, I shook my head no, trying to pull away from him.

It was terrifying hearing these things, disgusting, sickening. I didn't want to listen to it all, I didn't want any of it to happen! I didn't want my first time to be with him and I certainly didn't want it to be like that!

"No? Well how about I get a buddy over? We'll take you together. Or I'll invite all of them round and you can be our bitch for the evening - keep you tied to the bed, open and ready to go whenever someone needed an ass to fill. Or I could make a video, live stream it so everyone can get off to you, let them decide what happens to you next." Zane suggested, grinding on my thigh. "Or blood play - you always scream so prettily when I cut you. We could do some wax play too, or I could straight up burn you! I've always wanted to try fisting, as well... I'd definitely have to watch you open yourself up for me, see you stretching around your fingers. I could fuck you outside your school. Bend you over my car and let everyone watch you take it like a little bitch. Let all of your teachers, all of the students, hear you scream for me. I think you'd get off on the humiliation of it all, I'd bet you'd love them watching. You'd want them closer so you could spray them; you'd want them all to touch you, be in you."

I struggled more as I shook my head again. None of this was what I wanted. I didn't want to hear it! Some of it I didn't even know could be considered sexual! I just wanted to leave.

But he didn't let me go.

He just kept speaking, kept grinding.

"I think I should get you some nipple clamps, get them all sensitive first and then see if I can make you cum just be licking them, biting them, playing with them. I think I could. And let's not forget role play, Baby. I could dress you up like a naughty little school girl - short skirt, shirt open and tied at the ends around your waist, stockings, heels... You could come to me asking for some extra credit. I could have you do come work around my 'office', invite you back to my home so we could talk about it." Zane panted, grinning. "I could bend you over the arm of the couch, take you right there. I could fuck you against the wall; I could push you up against the window, curtains open so everyone can watch you. We could do some puppy play, get you a plug with a tail - I know a guy, he'd let us try a few out if I let him try you out."

Managing to squirm out of his hold, Zane just collapsed against the wall, giggling to himself as he unzipped his jeans, digging his hand into his boxers.

I ran out of there as fast as I could.

END OF FLASHBACK - BACK TO Tuesday, May 20th 2014

Snarling, I ripped my hands away from his throat, a fog clouding my vision as my wolf and fox took over more than they should. I was losing to my animals, losing sight and the control I would have had to rein them in, if needed.

I was losing control to them and I couldn't stop it.

I liked it.

I liked feeling powerful. I liked feeling strong.

And then -

BANG!

Derek

Two deaths.

We had two bodies we needed to dispose of, least we have the police involved.

Allison had called Chris, asking if there was any way he and his hunters could take care of the clean up - we needed to get Sam to Deaton and that was taking priority over everything. The aftermath, the feelings that would be dredged up, had to wait until we knew Sam was alright. Sam was who we had to think about at that moment.

Peter had carried Sam into the clinic, laying her body down onto the metal table. We had to chain her to it, just so we could keep her still and secure - so she couldn't hurt herself or anyone else. We didn't need anyone else hurt.

We had covered her with a blanket, keeping her warm and making it so she wouldn't be embarrassed when she found herself in only her underwear.

"You all need to clean up." Deaton told us. "Miss Campbell doesn't need the stress of seeing more blood, when she wakes up. Especially of someone she had cared for."

The best we could do was the get the blood off of our skin, what with the lack of extra clothes. Well, Scott had spare clothes in his locker, but he was the only one. Thankfully, the majority of us were wearing dark clothes, the blood stains not as noticeable - Lydia, on the other hand, had to borrow Jackson's jacket.

We didn't know how long Sam was going to be unconscious for. None of us knew if she was going to be alright. We wouldn't know anything until she woke up. All we could do was sit and wait, thinking about what had happened. No one knew what to do when we saw Charlie and Stiles in their own separate battles - one against a were-tiger, the other against a human that was so high on a bite they were anything but human. We knew Charlie had to fight, we knew she had to do it herself - Sam was hers to protect - so we stayed away. But Stiles? Stiles was ours. But how could we have got involved when he could have seen us as a threat, especially since he had been so far from himself.

And now we had two bodies.

How were we supposed to deal with that? How were we supposed to handle the fact that two people were dead, when it should have only been one?

"Everything will be fine, nephew." Peter sighed, leaning against the wall next to me.

"It wasn't supposed to go like that." I muttered, running a hand down my face.

"No, it wasn't. But there's nothing we can do about it now."

"But Stiles-"

"Derek Oliver Hale, when I tell you everything will be fine, I mean everything will be fine. Deep down you know that."

Glancing at my Uncle, I noticed the confidence in his eyes. It was a look I hadn't seen since our family were still alive. Ever since he came back - for the last time - every time he spoke, there was this underlying uncertainty. He was always doubting himself, always second guessing until someone thought the same. He hid it well from the others, but I had known him my entire life... It was nice that he had some of his confidence back.

It was just nice to have my Uncle back.

After Peter had overcome his psychotic tendencies, he had flipped back to the man I knew, the man I had grown up with. He was less of an Uncle and more of a brother, a best friend, since there was only ten years between us. Peter had helped me as I tried to find a way to deal with being an Alpha, as I tried to get a handle of managing a Pack. He helped me find my own way of teaching them, instead of trying to be exactly like my mother. Peter helped me find my way, helped me bring the Pack together and work out a lot of the kinks.

He helped me with everything, so of course I was going to trust him when he said everything would fine.

Sitting down in one of the chairs we had piled into the room, I looked around at everyone.

Danny was sitting against the wall with Isaac curled in his lap, neither of them saying anything as they drew support from each other.

Boyd stood by Erica's chair, running a hand through her hair as she buried her face into his side - everyone knew she put on a strong act.

Jackson wasn't facing anyone but Lydia, the kid turned to face the wall as he hugged Lydia to him, hardly moving and barely speaking.

Scott and Allison were both standing by the counter, wrapped up in each other as they tried not to look at Sam's body on the table.

Peter sat next to Sam, keeping a close ear on her heart rate. The way he was around Sam...it was like she was one of his daughters. I couldn't see it, but Peter could and, well, he got protective.

Deaton was the only one who looked calm. He stood on the far side of the room, away from Sam's body yet close enough just in case.

Deaton was talking to Charlie.

Charlie's wounds from the fight had healed, but she had refused to so much as look away from Sam, so blood was still covered her pale skin. I could hardly tell what blood was hers and what blood was Veronica's. Her entire frame shook from the adrenaline still coursing through her body - that wouldn't go until she knew Sam was one hundred per cent ok...

The fight with Veronica had been a vicious one. It had ended with Veronica's body in three parts, liquid dripping from her fangs like a snake's venom. Her eyes were cold and soulless, just staring up at the ceiling as blood pooled around her dismembered body. More than a few of my Betas had thrown up.

And then there was him.

He hadn't said a word since we had dragged him out of the Railroad Depot. He hadn't moved unless we moved him, just sitting there staring, terrified. For a few moments after they had dropped, none of us knew if it was Stiles or Xavier who had survived. Xavier had already stabbed Stiles, so we didn't know what else he could do!

Stiles was alive.

The blood had stretched up his arm from where he had ripped through Xavier's stomach. His face and neck were drenched in blood, only a little of it his own... Stiles' eyes had been so vacant, so glazed, that we knew - just knew - it wasn't him. That he wasn't the one in control at that moment. The moment he came back to himself, he had screamed.

He hadn't said a word since.

Closing the small gap between us, I placed my chair in front of Stiles, sitting down so he was looking straight at me. He hadn't looked any of us in the eyes after he guy wrenching scream, but this time he didn't have a choice. Hooking my forefinger under his chin, I managed to raise his head with little resistance.

He looked so childlike with the naked terror in his eyes, the pain written on his face. He looked far younger than nineteen - closing in on twenty. I watched as he pushed himself too look me in the eyes, most likely expecting to see disgust and who knows what else! I tried to put as much understanding and acceptance into my eyes as I possibly could, trying to make him see that we - that I - didn't think any less of him.

He broke down in tears the second he looked at me.

All I could do was pull him towards me, hugging him as close as I could as he shook. He had curled himself so small that I could, literally, keep him on my lap with one arm. I let him cry, holding him to myself as tight as I could, providing what little comfort I could.

Sam just needed to wake up and say she would have killed him too.

Stiles

It was an hour later when Sam woke up, the sun already seeping through the window. She didn't thrash, she didn't move at all. She just lay there.

Until she saw Charlie.

"No, no, no! Not this again!" Sam screamed. "Please, take off her face you fucking bitch!"

She pulled against the chains, wriggling as she tried to loosen them.

Sam kept muttering to herself, saying it wasn't real, that none of us were really there... She would just mumble to herself before screaming again, her heartbeat rising as her breathes became laboured.

Charlie tried to calm her down, reaching out to touch her face as gently as possible... Sam just flinched. I watched as Charlie's face fell, her heartbreaking as she watched, talking to Sam and trying to get her to calm down, just telling her that she was there.

Sam just spat in her face.

"You think, being 'so smart', that you wouldn't pull the same shit twice, Ronica." Sam growled.

Charlie tried to pull back the hurt in her eyes, mentally reminding herself that this wasn't Sam, not really. We all had to remind ourselves of that.

I watched as Derek walked forward then, making to go to Charlie and get her to sit down. Sam, however, didn't think of it like that, her perception of everything fucked up from whatever Veronica and Xavier had done to her.

"Ok, I'm sorry! Please, don't take me down there again!" Sam begged, thrashing harder and making the chains dig into her skin. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please don't make me!"

Derek didn't move any closer. He froze where he was, everyone staring at the blonde with wide eyes. We all just stood there, not knowing what to do, just watching as Deaton walked up to Sam with a needle in his hand.

It took moments before Sam was still once again.

"Sedative." he explained. "So she doesn't hurt herself. She has to come down from this high and it's going to hurt."

Charlie just nodded, once again looking at the still form of her fiancée on the metal table. The redhead collapsed into a chair nearby, her head in her hands as her shoulders shook from the force of her tears. She was just as clueless about this as the rest of us, but she - just like Sam did about her - thought she was the one and the only one that had to protect Sam. This had hit Charlie hard.

I walked over to the redhead, kneeling down by the chair she was on and gently hugged her. She didn't do anything at first, but seconds later she moved her arms around my neck, her face buried into my shoulder.

It wasn't long before Sam woke up again. Just like the last time, she fought to get out of the chains, she yelled at Charlie to 'take off her face and come at me', she yelled at all of us to 'take off their faces'.

None of us knew what she meant, none of us knew what she was going on about - I had a feeling that none of us really wanted to know. Everyone just stood there, around the edges of the room.

Charlie was the only one that moved.

She walked straight to Sam, ignoring the screams, and took off the chains that bound her to the table.

Sam stopped.

I stood there, hoping against all hope that she had snapped out of it, hoping that all she needed was to be unchained and she would be fine.

Next thing we knew, Sam had Charlie against the wall, a knife to Charlie's throat.

Even from where I was standing, I could see the pain in Sam's eyes, see how she didn't want to hurt her Charlie. But there was this determination, like she had to do it. Everyone started talking at that point, some yelling wondering what she was doing, some telling Charlie to stop her. Then there was Peter - he stayed where he was, calmly telling Sam that this was real, that no matter what they had done to her this was real. She just looked so confused, looked so stressed and out of it, like she didn't know what was happening.

Charlie just stood there as the blade was pushed into her skin, little drops of blood steadily rolling down her neck, refusing to hurt Sam. She just stood there, looking deep into Sam's eyes.

Sam dropped to her knees, her body almost crumpling in pain. I wanted to go over and help, I wanted to take the blade away from her, I wanted to help them both. But I didn't. I would just make it worse. As Sam sat on her knees, she told Charlie to put out her hands, she wanted to see her hands. And she did, however confused she was.

Sam counted Charlie's fingers, sobbing with relief when she only counted five on each hand and not six. I knew what she was doing. I had done it so many times it was unbelievable... Sam wound her arms around Charlie, clinging to the redhead as Charlie finally allowed one of her hands to rest gently on the side of Sam's head, tears of relief rolling down her face.

It was as Charlie touched her that Sam's entire body jolted, a pained screaming ripping from her throat. Gritting her teeth, Sam begged Charlie to tie her up again. It was surprising, hearing someone want to be tied up - though, I suppose, she didn't want to, it was because she had to. So Charlie did. She helped Sam get back on the table and tied her down to it, making sure she was comfortable and the chains weren't too tight, yet tight enough to keep her down. The redhead leaned down after she had secured the chains, softly kissing Sam, gently stroking the side of her face.

Sam turned to Derek after Charlie pulled back, her eyes wide now she actually saw him. She spoke quickly, panicked, asking about the rest of us, asking if we were all alright, asking where we were. Everyone practically ran forward, surrounding the table so she could see us, another sob of relief. I watched as her fingers stretched out slightly towards me, trying to reach me. I moved my hand until she could grip it, squeezing it so tight as if she needed to know that I was real so she knew the Pack was.

"Please stay." she whispered, sleepily, whatever Veronica gave he wearing her down so much.

Of course we said yes. We weren't leaving until we knew she was ok - well, some of us would leave to grab food for everyone, get showers, clean clothes, but other than that we would not leave.

We would stay.

Sam would wake up for a few seconds at a time after that. Sometimes Deaton would have to sedate her again, sometimes she would fall asleep by herself. Each time, she would ask to see Charlie's hands and would count her fingers.

It was any different when she woke up at five o'clock that evening.

She was in so much pain, but no one was allowed to take it away, no one was allowed to relieve it. Charlie had tried, but she had almost cried because of how much it had hurt. Deaton tried to help with drugs, but they weren't doing what they were supposed to do. We had no idea how to help, but we all stayed by her side, letting her know that we were all real. I was sitting so close to her, careful not to touch her - just in case. I was close enough that it was almost suffocating for me. She understood why I had to though and she knew she would be doing the same, if we just happened to be the other way around.

And she knew we were curious.

We all wanted to know what was going on, what they had done to her in the few hours she had been with them. So she told us. She told use that, as well as Veronica's bite, they had used this liquid. It was a drug that made her relive all of these painful memories, everything she had experience with her mom. All of them just playing over and over and over. Apparently, Veronica could manipulate it too, through in some new things - like making Sam have to slaughter fake versions of all of us, making her cry in our blood before Veronica would wake Sam up, only for it to start all over again.

"She would make me feel so good and then give me some of that...stuff. She would make me beg for her bite... She made me think I was being rescued, only for all of you to be grabbed and tortured as I watched or shot you." Sam told us, her voice straining as her throat tightened. "She would take me to this basement in there. Lock me up and make me relive my mom's abuse, and it felt so real."

We could do nothing but watch as Sam cried.

Slowly, it got to the point where the pain was so much, Sam just passed out again.

"At least she was awake longer this time." I tried, hoping it would bring some light to a dark situation. "That has to be a good thing, right?"

Charlie just nodded shakily, playing with a loose strand of the pyjamas she had put on Sam earlier. I had helped keep Sam up when she had done that, both of us seeing the amount of bite marks scattering her body. Thankfully, not all of them would last, but they would be there for a while.

I watched as Charlie swiped at her eyes, rubbing them red raw as she continued to cry silently. So I asked her what one of Sam's favourite songs were, suggesting that maybe we play it on one of our phones or maybe she could even sing it. Apparently, the only way she would sing it would be if I did too - thankfully, it was one of the songs I knew.

Charlie: "Ten miles from town and I just broke down
Spittin' out smoke on the side of the road
I'm out here alone just tryin' to get home
To tell you I was wrong but you already know
Believe me I won't stop at nothin'
To see you so I've started runnin'"

Chris Daughtry's Life After Love was one of the songs I loved. It was one of those sad love songs that you can imagine being in a movie - you know, that cliché of the guy standing outside the girls house, professing his love for her.

Funnily enough, I could see Sam doing that for Charlie, especially with this song. I mean, secretly, she was a romantic - I had heard enough of what she had done for Charlie over the years, and we had all been there for her proposal!

Stiles: "Last time we talked, the night that I walked
Burns like an iron in the back of my mind
I must've been high to say you and I
Weren't meant to be and just wasting my time
Oh, why did I ever doubt you?
You know I would die here without you"

It was a song I had listened to for years since it had come out in 2009. My mom liked his music, so listening to his songs made me feel a little closer to her at times. Dad hated it any time I played one of his songs, but he sometimes played his older stuff when we were down in the basement... It made everything hurt more.

Both: "All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
After the life we've been through
'Cause I know there's no life after you"
Charlie: "You and I, right or wrong, there's no other one
After this time I spent alone
It's hard to believe that a man with sight could be so blind
Thinkin' 'bout the better times, must've been outta my mind
So I'm runnin' back to tell you"
Stiles: "All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
Without you God knows what I'd do"
Both: "All that I'm after is a life full of laughter
As long as I'm laughing with you
I'm thinkin' that all that still matters is love ever after
After the life we've been through
'Cause I know there's no life after you
No there's no life after you
No there's no life after you
No there's no life after you
No there's no life after you
No there's no life after you
No there's no life after you yeah."

Over the next few days, Sam had to stay at Deaton's so she could detox. Sometimes she would get confused, asking where she was and what happened. So we told her that she had given herself up to save us, that she was at Deaton's clinic and safe... We did as much as we could to help her, but that didn't stop her from wanting the bite.

She was still passing out, thrashing whenever we had to tie her down. She was in so much pain... She begged for us to kill her, but all we did was share her pain, leeching it from her. I tried to take away the pain from her memories, like I had done with Isaac... It just hurt so much, there was so much pain.

It took a few days, but soon she was over the worst of it. She had managed to stay awake for a few hours, eat something... She just laughed everything off, but we were all worried about her.

May 24th - a Saturday - Sam was staying at our place. She had no choice of the matter, but I think she wanted to be with us anyone, considering Charlie was at work for the day. She had been ok at first, just sitting on the couch with a pad of paper I had given her, the two of us just doodling random shit. I was glad, you know? She really was doing better and it was obvious!

Of course, everyone who went through detox had bad days...

It was just after lunch when Sam started to freak out, pacing up and down the hallway, pawing at the bite mark on her neck. Being the concerned friends we were, we all went out to her, seeing if there was anything we could do. As soon as one of us - Derek - was close enough, Sam grabbed him, rubbing her neck and face on his arm, switching to someone new whenever they got in reach. She just kept muttering about getting it off, getting louder and more frantic when it wasn't doing what she needed. Deaton had warned us that there would be times when she felt like the drug was still in her, so she would crave the bite... We just didn't realise how it would really affect her.

Everyone was out of their depth, not knowing what to do when someone was going through rehab - I suppose it was kind of like rehab, right?

So I just grabbed her in a hug, pulling my friend in as close as I possibly could. Sam held onto me just as tight, her face pushing into my neck and mumbling how she hated that she still smelled like her.

That comment alone was the reason why Charlie came into the house to find us all in a Puppy Pile in the living room.

Charlie just smiled when she saw us all, climbing over the couch to slot herself behind Sam, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck and kissing the side of her head.

"How did this happen?" Charlie giggled. "You reek of them now."

It was enough to get Sam to smile, so that was fine by me.

The next day - Sunday, May 25th 2014 - we decided it was Pack Time. It was something nice to unwind for a stressful situation, bringing us all closer together. We didn't want to play games this time or watch DVDs, so we just pushed the furniture to the sides, grabbing all the pillows and blankets we could to make a massive fort for all eleven of us.

We all sat in a circle, all kinds of junk food pilled in the middle of us with a cooler or drinks right in the middle of all of that. We were all just talking - not about anything in particular, just talking with each other.

We went through many topics, not remembering how we got to some of them and how they connected to each other. It was strange, how you could jump from one topic of conversation to the next, especially when they had nothing in common with each other... Just like now when we somehow went from dreams to our phobias.

Allison had Thanatophobia - a fear of death. She had lost a lot of people in her life and being human just made it easier for her to die... I didn't blame her.

Boyd had Isolophobia - a fear of solitude, being alone. I suppose a lot of people would, especially finally finding somewhere they belonged.

Danny had Nyctophobia- a fear of the dark. He didn't know why, he just did, which was why he needed to be with other people or have some light source when out at night.

Erica had Acrophobia - a fear of heights. Again, she didn't know why, only that she hated them.

Isaac had Claustrophobia - a fear of small spaces. I think everyone saw that coming, considering his father used to lock him in a freezer...

Jackson had Atychiphobia - a fear of failure. He told us that, ever since he found out he was adopted, he had had this fear of not being good enough for anyone, a fear that had just grown and grown.

Lydia had Algophobia - a fear of pain. I didn't even need an explanation with that one, I mean, I kind of had that too...

Peter and Derek had Pyrophobia - a fear of fires. Being trapped in a burning building, watching your family die, I suppose you would fear it.

Scott had Coulrophobia - a fear of clowns. Apparently he had had a very traumatic experience with one at his fourth birthday - he said nothing more on the subject.

I had many phobias. For example: Astraphobia, which was a fear of thunderstorms; Mastigophobia, which was a fear of punishment; Merinthophobia, which was a fear of being bound or tied up. There were probably others, I knew there were others, but they were the only ones I knew the names of - at that moment, anyway.

None of them question them, none of them asked how I knew I had those fears. They just nodded and we moved the conversation on.

It was nice to have friends.

Life went back to normal - well, I say normal, I meant all we had to worry about was finishing our first year at the university. The week actually went by fast and, soon, we got to Friday - May 30th. We had finished the day, we had gotten through it with no hiccups! We were all so high on the feeling of finally being free, Derek and Peter forced us all to train to calm down - Sam included, as she had walked with us. Sam was actually doing a lot better, regular checkups with Deaton and a lot of distractions seeming to help her with her ongoing detox.

Everyone took up their respective place in the room - Sam and I on the punch bags. For some reason, on this day, Sam and I ended up turning what should have been a way for us to calm down into a competition - seeing who could keep going for the longest. We don't know how or why we decided this, silently, we just did.

It was a lot more fun that it should have been...

We spent about two hours, at least, in the training room, Derek and Peter overlooking over us and making little comments every now and then. Their main one - 'how are they all still going?' Not that anyone answered. Now, the only reason I knew we had been there for about two hours, was because of Charlie. On the days Sam came to ours, Charlie always stopped by to pick her up. On this particular day, though she did exactly that, things went a little differently than usual.

Charlie walked into the room, following Peter who had let her in. Usually, she would walk straight over to Sam and jump on her back, pushing the pair of them forward. Charlie would kiss her cheek, jump off and the two would be completely wrapped up in each other for a while.

Today wasn't like that.

Charlie was wearing this strapless dark purple sun dress, a sash of sky blue around her waist and tied in a bow behind her. The dress ended just above her knees, completely fitted to her figure... Even I thought she looked hot! I mean, the purple and the blue against her dark red hair? It was very nice, I must say.

The redhead pushed herself between Jackson - who had stopped for a break - and Peter, leaning against the two as she stared at Sam, smirking.

Looking to the blonde, I saw her face colour slightly and heard her heart pick up. I heard her curse under her breath, mumbling about Charlie 'cheating' and how she wasn't allowed to 'use her hotness' against her.

Are they fighting?

Turning around to face her, Sam and Charlie just stared at each other, a silent conversation going on between the two. All of us just stood there, glancing between each other as the silence stretched on. What else were we supposed to do but stand there? None of us wanted to get involved in their little domestic!

"Fine, walk yourself home!" Charlie huffed, storming out of the room, arms crossed tightly in front of her.

Sam just looked so pained watching her walk away, her whole face just dropping. She flinched slightly as the front door slammed shut, sighing softly as her head dropped. Sam ran a hand over her face, glaring at the floor, not offering any information to the rest of us... So I had to ask!

"Um... What the hell was that?!" I questioned, walking to her side.

Sam looked up, so sheepish she looked like a little kid being scolded.

"We got into a fight..." she mumbled.

"No shit!" Jackson snorted.

He quickly quietened down when Sam glared at him.

"Look, two nights ago I got up and left right after we had... After we were intimate." she coughed. "It wasn't the first time I've done that and, well, Charlie got fed up. It's the first fight we've had since my alcohol problem back in London, which was...about, a year and a half ago. I hate it when we fight..."

"Go apologize then!" I yelled, chuckling slightly.

"I didn't do anything wrong!"

Clearing his throat, Peter raised his hand a little.

"In my experience, there is no beating a women. Especially one that looks like that." Peter smiled. "And, if you're wanting what you were looking at, you better run!"

And she did, giggling slightly as she shouted goodbye over her shoulder.

No one told her Charlie hadn't even started the car yet.

Saturday was... Well, to put it bluntly, it was boring. No one knew what to do, no one could think of anything to do that everyone agreed with.

It was boring.

We couldn't count on Sam and Charlie turning up - they had made up with each other the day before and had spent all night, now carrying on into the day, together. They were treating it as a Date Day.

So we just sat there, bored.

In the end, I went upstairs to my room. I was tired of listening to everyone complaining about there being nothing to do and, at that moment, being alone for a bit sounded nice. I just walked in, pushing my door so it was ajar - it was just easier to have that way, just in case they needed me for something.

There wasn't a lot I could do in my room, nothing that I hadn't already tried throughout the morning - drawing, writing, singing and playing my guitar... Walking over to my window, leaning against my desk.

I looked out into the trees, watching the leaves rustle in the slight breeze. The sun shone through little gaps, lighting up the preserve in little patches, illuminating the foliage and reflecting off of the little dew drops clinging to the greenery. I never got to see a lot of nature when I was in Dallas, not after my mom died. At first it was because dad was scared of losing me, when I was fourteen...well, that's when all the shit started, so that much should be obvious. I had actually forgotten how beautiful it could be.

I remembered one time, when I was a kid, just sitting out in the garden, feeling the Texas sun on my skin. Mom had just finished planting everything in the garden, everything looking so bright and colourful. I could feel and smell everything, the wind ruffling my hair as my mom lifted me up, spinning me around...

It was amazing... She was amazing.

Smiling slightly, I turned away from the window and leant against the wall, staring at nothing. Words could not describe how much I loved and missed my mom! My mom was the strongest person I knew, she was the one who had loved me the most... And she had been taken from me.

Sighing, I looked around my room, trying to find something - anything - to do to occupy my time. Which was when I saw the DVDs on my bedside table. I had borrowed them from Deaton after Sam was let back out into the world. We had actually gone back to his house for a short time before heading home, just catching up now the threat was over and done with. I had only been looking through them, just seeing what he had, when he told me I was free to borrow some if I wanted. So I did, grabbing some that looked interesting.

Jumping onto my bed, I grabbed my laptop and a stack of DVDs, shifting through them to find one that seemed remotely interesting. I had no idea what some of them - alright, all of them - were. I just kept flicking through them as my laptop started up, none of them catching my eye...

And then I saw it.

The Breakfast Club.

It was my mom's favourite movie, something she used to watch a lot with me. I hadn't seen it years, obviously - it was something I was meaning to look into getting.

How was I supposed to pass up the opportunity to watch it?

I was practically crying when the credits started to roll. I couldn't tell if it was the movie itself or if it was just the memories of my mom, but I was crying none the less! I just sat there for a moment after it had ended, letting the disc go back to the movie menu screen. I had been about to press play again - shut up, people do that all the time - when there was a knock on my door.

"Yeah?" I called out, wiping my eyes.

The door pushed open to reveal Derek, the Alpha wolf walking in a few steps. He looked just as bored as I had felt a couple of hours ago, but he looked...amused?

"What?" I asked. "What's so funny?"

"What are you even watching?" was all he said.

"The Breakfast Club, duh."

He frowned, shaking his head slightly.

Now, to me, it was ridiculous that someone hadn't seen The Breakfast Club. I mean, who hadn't seen The Breakfast Club?! So, of course, I jumped off of my bed, shut my door, grabbed Derek and made him sit down and watch it with me...again. He didn't get a choice!

As we watched it, I couldn't help but quote the movie, singing along to the songs that popped up. I think Derek watched me more than the movie, even calling me 'an obsessed fanboy' - I wore that as a badge of honour!

I couldn't really tell if Derek was enjoying the movie or not. I mean, how can you tell unless someone tells you outright? Even with my heightened senses, I could still read people wrong.

It was around halfway through the movie when Derek shifted slightly, his arm resting on the back of my headboard. This, in turn, made me shift slightly and, somehow, I don't know how, I ended up with my head on his chest. Not that I was complaining in the slightest, but it would have been nice if I had been able to touch, you know? But no, I couldn't touch - not the way I wanted to, anyway.

My head rose and fell with his breathing, mine syncing up with his as we lounged. I could feel the strong rhythm of his heartbeat, the noise loud but somehow soft... It was a nice sound, a soothing sound, a sound that reminded me someone was still alive - a comforting sound. It was a sound that lulled me to sleep.

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