A howl echoed through my head, and I bolted upright with a gasp. I look around the dark room and realize that Derek is already up and pulling on his shoes. Another howl echo's and I groan tossing my legs over the side of the mattress and pulling on a pair of blue jean shorts under my oversized grey shirt I was sleeping in, I quickly stepped into a pair of running shoes and followed Derek out of the house.
...
We chase the Alpha to a neighborhood right outside the city, he'd gone after a car and by the sound of the sniper rifle I can only assume it was a hunter. We stop on a roof top our eyes trailing the darkness until they once again landed on our target, It growled at us from the roof top directly across from us.
Derek growls back getting a running start and jumping, I can smell the hot gun powder before it happens and I panic, I jump after him, knocking us both the concrete below us as a shot rings out.
Derek lands on his back and I land a few inches next to him on my stomach, I try to roll over onto my back but a sharp pain in my torso stops me causing me to gasp, the sharp intake of breathe causing all my muscle's to seize, I let out a choked cry and Derek comes to my side carefully rolling me over.
I hiss and he winces carefully lifting up my shirt, and there on my left side directly on my hip is a bullet hole, it smokes blue and we share a worried look, when seconds later it starts to pour blood.
Its black.
...
"So wait you're telling me there's another hunter in town?" Stiles asked Scott as they walked into the cafeteria.
He nods, "The Alpha tried to kill her."
Stiles fidgets, "Okay, I don't like this, where's Accalia?" He asks as an after thought
Scott furrows his brow glancing around the room and shrugging his shoulders.
Stiles spots a mop of blonde curls and practically runs over to it falling into the seat besides him, Isaac jumps his eyes flickering around frantically for a moment before they settle on Stiles and he frowns.
"Have you heard from Accalia?" Stiles asks bluntly.
Isaac looks taken back for a minute, "N-not that its any of your business she texted me this morning saying she wasn't gonna be in school today."
Stiles sputters, "wha- why?"
Isaac regaurds him with a weird look, "I don't know." He says getting up and walking away without another word.
Stiles gets a sinking feeling that something is terribly wrong.
...
Derek stalks into the school right before the bell rings, digging his claws into his hands while he fights to reign in his control, Accalia was outside, laying behind the school unable to heal. waiting for him to come back, so he needed to make this as quick as possible.
He didn't want his little sister to know how much he was panicking but is wasn't looking good. her skin was turning grey, her lips were chapped a blue color and her green eyes were dull. Not to mention dark veins had appeared on her hip and by now they were trailing up her side toward her rib cage.
Her breathes were shallow her body racked with shivers and every couple minutes her muscles would seize.
He stopped when he caught a sent that he vaguely recognized, he spotted the blonde lacrosse captain standing at his locker and took a deep breathe to compose himself and quickly walked over to him blurting out, "Where's Scott McCall?"
Jackson startled, regarding him with distaste "Why should I tell you?"
He clenched his fist tighter gritting his teeth together, "Because I asked nicely and I only do that once."
Jackson smirked at him, "Okay tough guy why don't you tell me what your selling him?"
Derek stared at him blankly, "Steroids?"
Jackson huffed rolling his eyes, "No girl scout cookies, what the hell do you think im talking about?"
Derek gives him the blankest, unimpressed face he can muster before deciding he was wasting time, "Forget it, i'll find him myself."
Turning to walk away, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder, "No we're not done here-"
He snapped, sneering he whirled around getting a hand around his neck and slamming him face first into the locker. It was then he noticed his claws managed to sink into the back of his neck, his eyes widened and he ripped himself away, collapsing behind the corner and breathing deeply forcing his claws away.
His sensitive hearing picked up on Scott's name, and he listened to the Argent girl and her friend talk about how Scott was supposed to be at her house today after school.
The bell ringing snapped him back and caused him to grip his ears painfully, he gritted his teeth together, and headed back the way he came, he would have to catch Scott before he left.
...
Accalia lay where he left her, shivering violently, she coughed harshly and a drop of black blood ran down her bottom lip, Derek swallowed thickly wiping it away with his thumb.
He carefully lifted her up in his arms wrapping one of hers around his shoulder and helping her walk toward the parking lot, "Come on leelee, I've got you." He murmured reassuringly.
After glancing around the parking lot and not being able to spot Scott, Accalia's eyes fell on a powder blue jeep, "S-Stiles." She stuttered out shakily, nodding her head in the direction when Derek looked at her in question.
He grunted heading in that direction and walking out into the path of the moving jeep, when Accalia suddenly seized up again, jerking out of his arms and onto the asphalt as the jeep came to a screeching halt.
Stiles stumbled out of the jeep getting ready to demand to know what the hell Derek was doing when his eyes fell on Accalia, the she wolf looked to be on the verge of death, sprawled out on the pavement her head rolled to the side and her unfocused green eyes landing on him, his stomach dropped.
"What happened?" He flailed.
Before Derek could answer Scott skidded to a stop next to the trio, "Derek what the hell are you doing here?"
Derek motioned to Accalia, "She was shot."
To prove his point further Accalia rolled onto her side coughing up more blood onto her lips, Derek grimace crouching down next to her to whip her mouth with his sleeve.
"Why isn't she healing?" Scott asked.
"I can't" Accalia rasped out, "It was - it was a different kind of bullet."
"Like a silver bullet?" Stiles asked.
"No you idiot." Derek growled.
"That what she meant when she said you only had forty eight hours," Scott murmured.
Derek suddenly looked more worried then Scott had ever seen him, "What? Who said forty eight hours?"
"The women who shot her."
"Hunter bitch." Accalia snarled her back arching off the ground as she let out a startled gasp, showing off a pair of deadly fangs that quickly reseeded back, while her eyes continued to switch back and forth between colors dangerously.
"What are you doing?! Stop that!" Scott demanded frantically.
"I'm trying to tell you I can't!" Accalia snarled.
"She's not looking so good." Stiles muttered biting his nail nervously.
"Just help me put her in the car," Derek said.
He reached down scooping her effortlessly into his arms, and she instantly turned pressing her face into his chest.
Scott opened the passenger door and pushed the seat up for Derek to lay her in the backseat, he climbed into the passenger seat and turned to cover her with is jacket before turning to Scott outside the window.
"You need to find out what kind of bullet they used," Derek told him.
"How am I gonna do that?"
"She's an argent she's with them!"
"Why should I help you?" Scott asked seriously.
Derek looked appalled, "Well despite the fact that I'm pretty sure you don't want a sixteen year old girls blood on her hands, you need us."
Scotts eyes trailed back to Accalia when she gave a particularly violent shudder and he sighed, "Fine, I'll try. Get them out of here."
Stiles turns the key in the ignition, "I hate you so much for this,"
Accalia groaned and rolled over onto her side facing toward the front of the car, and Derek spared her a worried glance while Stiles sighed, "Hey try not to bleed out on my seats were almost there?"
"Oh i'm sorry if me dying in your backseat inconveniences you!" Accalia bits out sarcastically glaring at him.
"Your not gonna die." Derek said firmly before turning to Stiles, "Almost where?"
"Your house," He says like its obvious.
"What? No, you can't take us there!" Derek exclaimed.
"I can't take you to your own house?!" Stiles sputtered.
"Not when she's like this, it could be crawling with hunters and there's no way she can protect herself."
"Okay you know what?" Stiles muttered pulling over on the side of the road and turning the jeep off.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet, hmm? Is she dying?"
"Yes." Accalia said at the same time that Derek barked, "No!"
Accalia painfully propped herself up on her elbow to look at him, "Derek are you with us today? Look at me! Shit I know I look like I'm dying, I feel like it too. I should be dead anyways." She mutters quietly and mostly to herself.
Derek clenched his jaw and turned his back to her his nails digging into his palms.
He knew what Accalia thought of herself. He knew about the survivors guilt, even more so since her twin sister was amongst the victims. He heard it all the time. She shouldn't even be here, Cora deserved to live more then she did, Delta's were an abomination anyways, it wasn't natural for her to be here.
It didn't make it any easier to hear hell there were times when he thought she was damn straight suicidal. But especially now that he knew she could actually die, it was like a kick in the face, she was all he had left.
Accalia knew it too, judging by the guilty regretful expression she wore across her face at that moment, "Shit, Derek, I'm sorry. I promise I'm not gonna die okay? It's not even that bad, you know I'm dramatic."
Stiles was now look between the two with a sort of sympathetic hesitance while Derek sighed and turned around to look at her with a raised brow, "Really?" He reached over tugging her shirt up to reveal the bullet hole.
She grimaced. The skin around it was an angry red, it hadn't healed at all there was even still blood leaking from it, black droplets beading down her hip, and the dark veins had reached the bottom of her rib gage.
"Oh my god what the hell is that?" Stiles whined covering his mouth and looking away trying not to gag at the sight. "Maybe, you should just get out," He blurted.
Accalia narrowed her eyes at him and Derek pined him with a harsh glare, "Start the car, of I'm gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth."
Stiles stared at him blankly for a minute before glancing back at Accalia who in the brief moment of thinking they weren't paying attention to her, looked terrified, and he sighed turning the key in the ignition.
...
"Where am I supposed to take them?" Stiles asked Scott sometime later, they were pulled over on the side of the road and he had the phone to his ear, while Accalia had fallen into a fitful sleep in the backseat her body wracked with shivers every couple minutes.
"Take them somewhere, anywhere." Scott said sounding agitated.
"By the way, she's starting to smell," Stiles said.
"Like-like what?"
"Like death," Stiles stressed turning to check on the she wolf in the back while Derek once again glared at him.
"Take them to the animal clinic," Scott suggested.
"What about your boss?"
"He should be gone by now, there's a spare key behind the dumpster in the back."
Stiles sighed handing the phone to Derek, "Your not gonna believe where he wants me to take you,"
"Did you find it?" Derek questioned.
"How am I gonna fine one bullet, it's like the frickin walmart of guns over here?!" Scott exclaimed.
"Look, if you don't find it then she's dead alright?"
Those words hit Stiles in a weird way and he turned to look at her, he felt a twinge of sympathy when she didn't even seem to get a break from the pain when she was sleeping.
His mind flashed back to the other day in the cafeteria watching her laugh with Isaac, he remembered that laugh. Before the fire when she came to school every day with Cora, wearing her brothers shirt-probably Dereks actually- and her hair in her face, constantly in trouble from laughing during class.
She was loud and full of life, and innocence. Now all traces of the girl she used to be were gone, all except that laugh, and that messy hair. But now all traces of life seemed to be almost completely gone and he swallowed thickly, not sure why it bothered him to this extent.
"Then think about this, the alpha calls you out against your will and he's going to do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed, so if you want to stay alive then you need me, and you need her." Derek said.
"Find the bullet." There was a hidden threat behind that demand, and it definitely wasn't an empty one.
...
Stiles quickly shoved the key into the door at the animal clinic, pushing the door open, while Derek shouldered him out of the way carrying Accalia, who, now awake, was coughing in violent fits.
Walking over to a stack of dog food bags he gently set her down brushing the hair out of her face.
Stiles' phone chimed and he took it out his pocket reading the text before turning to Derek, "Does, Nordic Blue Monkshood, mean anything to you?"
Accalia made a pained sound in her throat when she heard it and Derek answered, "It's a rare form of wolfsbane. He needs to bring me the bullet."
"Why?" Stiles asked.
"Because I'm gonna die without it." Accalia rasped.
"Come on, up you go," Derek muttered pulling her up and helping her to the examination room.
She shrugged him off, drawing in ragged breathes while she quickly pulled her shirt off, leaving her in a black lace bra and a pair of shorts.
And Stiles it was so not the time to stare! He scolded himself, Trying to distract from how the black lace, contrasted again her pale skin- and she has a tattoo. okay inappropriate thoughts stilinski get them under control. This is Accalia were thinking about, not Lydia.
But he did wonder about the Latin script on her right rib cage.
"You know that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night sleep couldn't fix." Stiles said hopefully.
Accalia, Let out a shallow laugh fallowed by a hiss of pain moving to lean heavily on the cold steel table.
"If the infection reaches her heart, it'll kill her." Derek said, worried, now that the vein were slowly stretching toward the middle of her ribs.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles asked.
Suddenly Accalia gasped and jerked over the side of the table throwing up an alarming amount of black blood.
"What is that?" Stiles asked, while Derek quickly scoped her up onto the table where she tried and failed to catch her breathe.
"It's my body trying to heal itself," She informed him weakly.
"Well it's not doing a vary good job of it."
Derek cursed hitting his hand on the table, "We're running out of time."
Just then is when Accalia's eyes went wide with terror and she bolted upright gasping and clutching at her chest.
Her arm shot out in alarm grabbing onto Stiles' sleeve. "Derek what's happening?!" He asked while she continued to struggle.
"It's in her lungs, she can't breathe!" He yelled in a panic.
Tears where leaking from her eyes now, her body jerking so hard she fell of the table and onto the floor arching her back against the impact.
"What the hell is going one?!" Scott yelled from the door way, taking in the sight in front of him.
"Guys I think she's dying!" Stiles yelling near hysterics when her gasping breathes started to stop.
"Did you get the bullet?!" Derek asked.
Scott jumped frantically pulling it from his pocket and handing it over to Derek.
He sat down on the floor next to her, pulling the top of the bullet off with his teeth and quickly lighting the powder on fire, blue smoke rising into his line of sight.
He scooped it up in his hand, turning back to Accalia who wasn't taking any breathes at the moment, and biting his tongue he pressing the hot wolvesbane into the bullet wound.
Pushing Scott and Stiles back out of the way, when, she ached off the floor, her hips thrusting, when she screamed in pain, the sound shrill and awful.
Her entire body arched with the force of the second wave of pain, a feral roar sounding with the second scream while the veins receded back and the hole knitted its self back together, leaning nothing but smooth skin behind.
It was silent for a minute, except for the sound of Accalia's ragged breathes when Stiles exclaimed, "that, was awesome! Yes!" Pumping a fist in the air.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked while Derek pulled her to her feet, draping his jacket over her shoulders.
"Except for the agonizing pain," She glared
"Well then I guess the ability to use sarcasm is a good sigh of health." Stiles said.
She sent him a look, but there was a hint of amusement behind it and he grinned.
"Okay, we saved her life, which means you're gonna, leave us alone, you got that?" Scott spoke. "And if you don't, I'm goning to go back to Allison's dad and I'm gonna tell him everything-"
"You're gonna trust them? What? You think they can help you?" Derek growled.
"Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are."
Accalia sneered, "Oh yeah, we can show you exactly how nice they are."
"What do you mean?"
...
"Who is he?" Scott asked looking at the unmoving man in the wheel chair.
"Out uncle." Derek answered, "Peter Hale."
Accalia felt like she couldn't breath all over again. Peter. Her uncle Peter.
He was the one she ran too when she did something to piss Derek off and he was chasing her through the house. He was the one to carry her upstairs when she insisted she wasn't tired and then fell asleep on the couch five minutes later. And she knew that he was the one that saved her, that night.
"Is he...like you? A werewolf?" Scott questioned.
Derek answered unemotionally, while Accalia stood tensely in the corner. "He was. Now he's barely even human. Six year's ago, my sister and I were at school when our house caught on fire. Eleven people were trapped inside, including Accalia. They were the only survivors."
"So...what make you so sure they set the fire?"
"Because I was there Scott!" I snarled, "They were the only ones who knew about us."
"Then they had a reason." Scott said.
And in that moment Accalia had never disliked him more.
Derek glared at him, "You tell me what justifies this."
He turned his uncle to his other side. Where half of his face was scarred from clearly severe burns.
Accalia reached out wrapping a hand around his arm and drawing some of the pain away, while Derek talked.
"They say they'll only kill an adult and only with absolute proof, but there were people in out family that were permanently ordinary in that fire. Children, Accalia's twin. This is what they do."
Accalia turned, glaring at Scott with a fierce intensity.
"This is what Allison will do."
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A/N!
Thank you all for the reviews I'm so glad you like this story so far!
Heres the next chapter I really hope you liked it!
~ ~ Thank you I'm glad you like her! You'll be finding out all bout the Delta stuff in a couple chapters. It's not gonna be a really slow burn, but I don't want to rush into it either, it's gonna picking up soon!
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