~ It's getting dark and it's all too quiet and I can't trust anything now, and it's coming over you like it's all a big mistake.~
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"And if thats not enough to really kick you in the balls, the medical examiner I.D'ed the body- both halves. Her name was Laura Hale."
"Hale?!"
"My sister." I state startling the two boys so much that Stiles let's out a yelp and hides behind Scott who takes three steps back.
"Accalia W-what are you doing here?" Stiles stutters out as I walk towards them the motion of my body taking on a naturally primal tone.
"She was twenty-six. In new york she was in collage for criminal justice, she wanted to catch the people responsible for the death of our family." I say coming to rest against a locker in front of the two.
Stiles hesitantly creeps out from behind Scott listening cautiously while I talk.
"She was stubborn and sarcastic and logical and she couldn't tell a joke for anything! But she cared. She took care of us, tracking me down every time I tried to run away, making Derek eat when he wouldn't, and keeping me from clawing my own arms off when I had night mares for the first four years!"
I progressively got louder and louder while I talked, my control fighting to slip.
"And now she's dead! And instead of getting to rest with the rest of our family, you DUG HER UP!" I screeched my claws shredding the locker my hand was braced on, they flinch back from me.
Scott looks terrified and Stiles has his mouth hung open in shock his eyes wide and glassy. I roar curling in on myself, wrapping my arms so tight around me a rib snaps, the pain bringing back what little bit of control I had left.
"I should kill you for that." I say eerily calm considering the rate my heart was beating.
They back up I can't bring myself to worry about the alarming rate that stiles' heart is beating or the shallow breathes he lets out, while I set my attention on Scott.
"But I'm not going to. Do you know who cuts werewolves in half Scott?" I ask tilting my head to the side.
"I I don't - " He suttered shaking his head.
"Werewolf hunters. They like to cut us in half to make sure we cant heal, but I happen to know a little fun fact that two out of three argents atleast, have a fetish for torture. I'm not gonna kill you Scott. Im gonna leave you alone."
He furrows his brows and blinks at me in confused mistrust.
So I smirk something bitter and nasty and animalistic, "Im gonna wait for you to slip you- and you will slip up. And then I'm gonna let the argents have you and when they finally have you begging for your life and they're just about to bring that broad sword down you're gonna get that same look on your face that Laura did, and then you'll know how she felt." I snarl turning around just as the locker room doors opened and the rest of the team came barreling through the door.
I shoulder past them while they give me confused looks and some cat call and whistle, I hear Jackson snarl out "What the hell is wrong with you McCall"
I smirk to myself.
...
"So you killed her?" Stiles asked while him and Scott walking into School on monday.
"I don't know, I just woke up. I was sweating like crazy and I couldn't breathe I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."
"I have," Stiles says "But they usually end a little differently."
Scott made a face torn between amusement and disgust rolling his eyes at this best friend. "Okay, A: I never had a dream that felt so real and B: never give me that much detail of you in bed again."
"Noted, let me take a guess here-" Stiles was cut off by Scott.
"No, I know. You think it's got something to do with Allison and me going out tomorrow. You think I'm gonna' lose control and rip her throat out." Scott sighed.
"No, of course not." Stiles said with a smile. He gave Stiles a look of disbelief and he relented, "Okay, that's totally it."
"Hey, C'mon, it's gonna' be okay. I think you're handling this pretty amazingly. Considering there's not like a 'werewolf for beginners' class you can take." Stiles said trying to reassure his best friend.
"Yeah, not a class. But maybe a teacher."
"Who?" Stiles asked, "Derek!?" He exclaimed hitting him over the back of the head. "Did you forget about the part where we tossed him and his sister in jail- who wants us both dead by the way!"
"I know! But chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus. It felt so real." Scott said worried.
"How real?" Stiles asked.
"Like it actually happened," Scott answered, opening the field door for them.
They came to an abrupt stop at the sigh of a bloodied and tattered school bus.
"I think it did," Stiles said to Scott his voice trailing off when his eyes landed on Accalia.
She had on a simple black dress covered in blood red roses, a faded blue jean jacket and a pair of black biker boots.
She was leaning against the brick wall of the school one leg braced on the wall behind her, she had a black painted thumb nail in her mouth and her milk chocolate hair was pulled into a pony tail a few stray hairs falling into her green eyes, that were blazing with something he would eventually come to recognize as the blood lust of a delta.
But she didn't seem shocked at all, his heart stuttered and her gaze snapped over to him mint green eyes landing on whiskey gold ones, he felt a flush work its way up his skin though he couldn't tell you why and her lips twitched, heading in there direction she breezed past them without a second glance her perfume clouding his senses.
...
I'm late to Chemistry, by ten minutes considering
I spent the majority of the morning trying to sneak around police to get a look at the crime scene for myself not that I came up with much except that the victim is still alive-barely.
Walking closer to the classroom door my over sensitive ears pick up on Scott voice I paused to listen.
"Maybe it was my blood on the door." Scott said.
I tilt my head back in forth in a 'so so' motion since I actually happened to know that most of the blood was his.
"Could've been animal blood," Stiles tried. "Ya know? maybe you caught a rabbit or something."
"And did what?"
"ate it." I made a face torn between disgust and amusement, shaking my head.
Idiots.
"Raw?"
"No, you stopped to bake it in a little werewolf oven," Stiles said in the most sarcastic tone of voice I've every heard and I have to stop myself from laughing forcing it down and reminding myself what they did. "You're the on who can't remember anything."
"Mr. Stilinski," I groan quietly to myself already feeling a headache coming on at the sound of Mr. Harris' voice. "If that's your idea of a hushed whisper you might want to pull out the headphones once in a while."
I took that as my cue strolling into the class face carefully blank, heartbeat steady when all eyes turn to me. "Miss Hale how nice of you to join us, care to tell me why your late?" Mr. Harris droned.
I sigh carelessly "Well someone told me to go to hell, I got lost on the way but I'm here now." I deadpan causing a few snicker to ring out around the classroom.
"Cute." Harris sneered, "Take a seat next to Mr. Lahey before I decide to give you detention- forever."
I roll my eyes falling the line of his pointed finger to a gangly boy with a mop of curly blonde hair , who was hunched over in his seat, his heart beat was stuttering nervously and he smelled like pain.
I walk over and sit down next to him, the dull thud of my butt hitting the chair causing him to jump, he looks at me with wide ocean blue eyes, theres a bruise on his sharp cheek bone and his lips are parted from either shock or fear I couldn't be sure, but something about him made my face soften and I smiled as genuinely and reassuringly as I could.
He seemed to relax a little giving me a small shy smile in return and I held my hand out in greeting, "Accalia." I state.
He hesitates only for a second before wrapping a large trebling hand around mine, "I-Isaac." He stutters.
I subtly drew out some of his pain while he was shaking my hand fighting not to wince when I felt the amount of pain he was truly in, and knowing he had to have a lot more bruises where I couldn't see.
His shoulders slumped with relief from the little pain I was taking from him and my heart wrenched, I decided right then and there that I was gonna be his friend, this would be good for me, to have one thing away from the alpha or Scott and the Argents.
"Well Isaac, I've decided that your gonna be my new and only friend here at Beacon Hills high so I really hope your taste in music doesn't suck."
His eyes light up in amusement and maybe excitement and a little disbelief , "Me too," He said quiet and nervous.
"Hey I think they found something!" A girl from the front of the class yelled causing the entire class to gather around the window. We watched them wheel a bloodied man on a stretcher toward an ambulance I could hear his heart rate rising and knew what was coming seconds before it happened.
He sprung upward screaming in hysterics, the class erupted in startled screams and Isaac jumped bumping into my shoulder, I reached out a hand to steady him.
"That's good, that means he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that." Stiles voice filled my ears once again and I glanced at him and Scott.
"Stiles. I did that." Scott said his heart racing, Stiles turned and caught my eye his filled with controlled panic and worry, I raised a brow at him gently nudging Isaac back to our desk.
...
Isaac's taste in music didn't suck, in fact we had a lot in common, and following Chemistry we both dropped into seats at an empty table in the Cafeteria.
We sat directly across from each other, a bottle of grape pop in front of Isaac - because I hated grape- and a red pop in front of me- Isaac's allergic to red dye- my phone sat in the middle of the table between us. I grinned wolfishly at him counting down from three before pressing play and yelling "Go!"
He took a deep breath frantically singing along with the lyrics.
"Harry Truman, Doric Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray, South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio." He rushed before point a finger at me signaling my turn.
"Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, Televison, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe." I snapped my finger at him.
"Rosenbergs, H-bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmujom, Brando, "The King and I" and "The Catcher in the Rye" He sucked in a breathe and motioned for me to continue.
"Eisenhower, Vaccine, England's got a new queen, Marciano, Liberace, Sanyana goodbye!"
As the chorus started we grabbed our pop unscrewing the cap and chugging as much as we could before the second verse.
"Joseph Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev, Rockefeller, Campanella, Communist Bloc." I grinned.
"Roy Cohn, Juan Peron, Toscanini, Dacron, Dien Bien Phu falls, "Rock around the Clock" He gasped out leaning back in his chair while I said as fast as I could.
"Einstein, James Dean, Brooklyn's got a winning team, Davy Crockett, Peter Pan, Elvis Presley,-"
"Disney land!" Isaac called a little lounder then he intended to causing to tables around us to glance over, while he turned a rosey shade of pink and ducked his head down.
I on the other hand burst into laughter the first time I've laughed since Laura- a real laugh the one that left me falling back against my seat and kicking my legs under the table- causing the rest of the cafeteria to look over at us, I have a rather obnoxious laugh but I can't bring myself to care.
I slide a chocolate bar over to Isaac in between laughs, "You win!" I gasp out he grins at me still red as a tomato before breaking the candy in half and handing me one.
I ignore the look of shock and confusion on Stiles and Scotts face popping the chocolate in my mouth and sighing in contentment.
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I whipped through the forest bring my bike to a skidding stop beside our burned out house, killing the engine and tossing my leg over the side I ignored the cringe that made it's way briefly onto my brothers face, where he stood on the porch in front of Scott. I scowled.
I growl lowly at him walking up the stairs and roughly shouldering him out of the way to lean up and press a quick kiss to Derek's cheek he rolls his eyes fondly and pushes me into the house where I listen to him tell Scott to trust his senses and go back to the bus.
I huff trying and failing to bite down the curiosity building in my chest I growl at myself and run upstairs to dump my bag quickly pulling on a pair of jeans and a black shirt slipping Laura's leather jacket on over it and letting my hair down.
I breeze past Derek on my way back down the stairs stopping just short of the door when his voice rings out, "Where are you going Lia?" (Lee -uh)
"A walk?" It comes out more of a question and I curse myself sending him a sheepish smile.
He sighs and pitches the bridge of his noise, "I thought you weren't gonna help him, your gonna let him out himself to the argents you said and I quote. "Im just gonna sit back sip a pina colota and let nature take it's course"
I roll my eyes, "Who said anything about helping? I'm gonna see how he does, and then do better." I smirk.
He chuckles in exasperation "Oh course you are, do me a favor and don't get arrested again."
I scoff, "Have a little faith der bear."
He glares at me, "Watch yourself guppy,"
I narrow my eyes, its not my fault that when my father took me and Cora to the aquarium on our six birthday I was more excited about the guppies then the sharks. Does that suddenly give everyone permission to call me Guppy for the rest of my life? Im not too sure.
"Touché."
"Don't wait up!" I call bolting out the door before he can stop me.
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I skid to a stop behind a tree once I spot Scott and Stiles standing in front of the jeep staring up at the large gate that separated them from the bloody bus.
"This looks pretty easy," Stiles said preparing to climb the gate.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're not going anywhere." Scott stopped him. I frowned leaning closer.
"What why?"
"Some one has to keep watch." Scott said.
"Wait, why should I keep watch?" Stiles asked putting his hands on his hips, I sigh looking skyward for strength.
"Because there's only two of us," Scott said like it's obvious.
"Okay, Why is it starting to feel like you're Batman, I'm Robin? I don't wanna' be Robin all the time." Stiles whined.
"Nobody's Batman, or Robin any of the time." Scott said through a sigh.
I raise a brow amused trying to stop myself from thinking that if I could actually trust them I might have liked them.
"Not even some of the time?" Stiles asked deflated.
"Just stay here," Scott demanded.
"Oh my God, okay!" Stiles snapped stomping back over to the jeep.
I wait a minute after Scotts gone to make my presence known.
"I'm actually more partial to Ironman if I had to pick a super hero." I state walking out of the shadow of the tree.
"Holy God!" Stiles screamed whirling around to face me, one hand clutched to his chest. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I'm hunting unicorns, what do you think I'm doing Stiles?" I snark.
"Your helping?" He says confused.
I roll my eyes heavily before settling a glare at him, "Why does everyone assume i'm helping? No, I'm waiting for him to be done and them I'm gonna do better." I say repeating what I told Derek.
He sighs running a hand down his face, before squinting at me, "So uh, what was all that with Lahey today?"
I cross my arms over my chest "All what? Isaac's my friend."
He huffs moving to sit in the drivers seat of his jeep instead of standing around all night, I stand in front of the window glaring from under my lashes.
"Since when?"
"Since I decided he was gonna be my friend, considering he's never dug up my family and blamed their murder on me and my brother." I state.
Stiles flails narrowly missing hitting the steering wheel with his hand, "We though you killed her, we were trying to help!" He insisted.
"No you weren't. Your best friend is bitter about being turned into a werewolf with a lack of self control, and decided to blame every bad thing that happened on the only other werewolves you know of, thus pissing off the only people who could help you."
He shrinks in his seat, before his eyes widen dramatically and he starts to honk his horn rapidly.
I follow his line of sight to a security guard in the lot and then to Scott running toward the jeep.
I smirk at Stiles "Tag I'm it."
I take off running toward Scott ducking past him before tossing myself effortlessly over the fence and tucking behind a school bus before the guard spotted me.
After he finally left I crept onto the bus the smell of blood hitting my nose and causing my eyes to glow.
I smile.
...
I was walking down the street some time later when a car come to a screeching halt next to me, I glanced over rolling my eyes but grinning fondly and making my way to the passenger door.
"You know I would've been fine walking Derek."
He glances at me, "Did you find anything?" He asks ignoring my comment.
I scrunch up my nose, "I caught a scent, ash, power, and a whole lot of anger."
He furrows his brows, "The Alpha then?"
I nod, "That's my best bet, where are we going anyway?"
"We are going to get gas, and then were going to talk to the victim." He said turning into the gas station.
"You want to see if we can find out why he was targeted." I state with an understanding nod.
I step out of the car with him and he hands me a twenty so I can pay while he fills up, I just make it back when two SUV's block us in.
A couple of big guys with big guns get out, a man with blonde hair and icy blue eyes seems to be the leader and I can tell by the look of him that this is Chris Argent.
My body whines it's self into a predatory stance out of primal instinct when they get a little too close. "Nice ride."
We don't say anything glaring so intimidating that any one else probably wouldn't dropped dead.
"Black cars though...very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance."
I narrow my eyes leaning back against the car.
"Personally, I've very protective of the things I love," He's taunting us. "That's something I learned from my family. You don't have much of that these days, do you?"
I snarl at him baring my teeth, and Derek wraps my arm in a vice grip to keep me in place, I growl lowly but I don't dare let my eyes glow.
He smirks at me, "There we go. you can actually look through your windshield now. See how it makes everything so much clearer?"
They turn to walk back to their cars and I spit in their direction while Derek says "You forgot to check the oil."
Argent turned around, "Check the mans oil." One of his goons sticks the butt of this rifle through the passenger window, I clench my fist.
"Drive safely."
When they're finally gone I snarl yanking the door open and furiously brushing the glass of the seat ignoring the pieces cutting my palms and the blood running down my arm from them even though they heal just as quickly as I get them.
"Accalia." Derek say and my eyes fill with rage induced tears. "Accalia Stop!" He yells grabbing my arms and pulling me around to face him, I roar at him my eyes flashing and teeth lengthening into deadly points.
He pulls me to his chest and I let a few tears fall digging my fingers into his back and breathing in his sent until I have control back.
"Thanks." I mutter pulling back and sliding into my seat without another word Derek sighs but doesn't push and we head to the hospital.
...
"Open your eyes."
"Open your eyes." Derek demands again and the man slowly opens his blood shot eyes.
"Look at me." his eyes land on us and they widen.
"What do you remember?" I ask.
"Hale." He breathes.
"What did you say?" I demand.
"Hale." He repeats, "Im sorry."
Derek shakes his head, "How do you know our name?"
"Im sorry." He whispers drifting off I can hear his heart rate dropping rapidly.
"Derek we gotta get out of here now!"
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"DEREK! ACCALIA! I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" Scotts voice rang out.
Me and Derek stood at the top of the stairs in the shadows. "We didn't do anything." Derek said his voice bouncing off the walls.
"You killed him!" Scott insisted.
"He died." Derek relied tonelessly.
"Like you're sister died?"
My anger flared dangerously my claws digging into my palms, drops of blood once again staining the floor of my house.
"Our sister went missing, we came here looking for her!" Derek bit out.
"You found her." Scott said indifferent.
My teeth lengthen my bottom lip shaking in rage and the amount of control I'm fighting to keep knowing that every part of my DNA is fighting against me.
"We found her in pieces! Being used as bait to catch us!" Derek snarled.
"I think you killed all of them." Scott said walking up the stairs, "And im gonna tell everyone starting with the sheriff."
At that moment Derek's had enough, he lets out a roar getting him by the jacket and tossing him down the stairs, jumping down after him.
He didn't anticipate Scott getting up before him, and Scott sent him through the wall.
I completely loose whatever ounce of control at that moment, my heart beat sky rocketing. The rage takes over and I feel myself shift, pure savage energy flooding my veins as my claws extend fully, longer, sharper then Scott or Dereks and a off putting jet black, My teeth lengthen into long points so razor sharp they could rival a vampires, and my eyes light up a shocking and terrifying silver.
I can see Derek glance toward me at the top of the stairs, he smirks at Scott, "That was cute."
I snarl tossing my body off the stairwell landing in a silent crouch in front of Scott. In an instant we collide.
He lands a couple hits but I don't feel them I simply keep swinging, I can feel his blood splatter on my face and chest while I repeatedly tear into his chest, I'm dimly aware that he's not shifted anymore, if I don't stop im gonna kill him but i'm too far gone to anchor myself now.
I raise my hand again only to have my head snap to the side a burning sting running from my temple to my chin. I gasp bringing a human hand to the side of my face. My fingers come away coated in my blood, and i know Derek scratched me.
Scott's collapsed on an old couch a shocked expression on his face one hand rubbing they now healing wounds on his chest, Derek stands in front of him his stony gaze leveled on me.
I can only image what I look like sitting on the floor human again and panting, covered in Scotts blood and now mine. I nod at him to let him know I'm under control and he turns his attention back to Scott.
"We didn't kill him, okay? It's not your fault and it's not ours." he said firmly.
"Theres another," Scott breathes.
"He's called an alpha he's the most dangerous of our kind, he's stronger and more animalistic then either of us." It doesn't escape my notice that he doesn't include me, "Me and you were beta's."
"What's Accalia?" Scott asks eyes trailing over me warily.
"She's a Delta. Pack enforcer."
I sigh, "Look Scott we're trying to find him but we can't do that without you,"
"Why me?"
"Because he's the one that bit you. Your part of his pack." Derek explained.
I pin him with my stare.
"He wants you."
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A/N!
Thank you to everyone who reveiwed! I'm so glad you like this story so far!
Here's chapter two! I hope you like it and continue to review!
And to all those who read "The Winchester and the Werewolf" I should have the next chapter up later today!
Enjoy :)
