I don't remember when I stopped screaming, or who drug me into the school. I come back to myself when the door slams shut, and I instantly wish I hadn't. Because now I can feel, now i'm back under water, and I can't claw my way to the surface.
My control is slipping, my eyes flash making me dizzy, my teeth cut my lips, and my ears throb from the sound of Scott and Stiles' frantic voices.
"AHH!" I screamed slamming my clawed hands into the lockers hard enough to dent them and shatter bones, but this time the pain doesn't bring me back.
The dark is now deafening, my scream shocking the two of them into silence and I've shaking with the force of trying and failing to hold myself together.
"Scott, what do we do?!" I hear Stiles whisper frantically to Scott, "I don't know do something!" He responses.
"Me?! Your the Werewolf!"
"She likes you better!"
I scream again sliding down the wall and curling into myself.
"Okayy.." Stiles breathes out shakily, walking slowing to stand in front of me his heart hammering out of fear. "Accalia? We have to go you have to calm down," He urges gently.
I lift my head to look at him, tears spilling down my cheeks blood on my lip, my hand shaking, "I can't!" I cry and his face drops, he runs his hands over his head before shaking them out nervously.
"okay, alright. Wait you have an anchor don't you? That's it just think about your anchor!"
I glare up at him, "Derek is my anchor!" I snarl and he pales Scott shifts anxiously, watching out the doors, "Okay Stiles no pressure or anything but we really have to go!"
He takes a deep breath before kneeling in front of me, hesitating only for a minute before reaching out and grasping my hands, they stop shaking at his touch, and I freeze.
He's talking to me, but I can't hear what he's saying because while my mind is still stuck on the blood spilling from Derek's mouth. I latch onto my anchor like Stiles said to do. His Laugh, his bunny teeth and dimples, the fact that he lets me curl up on his arm every night so I can sleep, his voice calling me guppy just to spite me, and unwillingly I seek him out like I always have, and I gasp when I realize that I can still feel him.
Faintly but its there, and then I'm squeezing Stiles hands back, and his voice dies in his throat, I know I probably look crazy, but I'm beaming at him.
I throw myself into his arms knocking us both onto the ground I inhale his citrus sent and laugh hysterically in relief, squeezing him probably to hard. "Thanks Stiles!"
"Um- I uh - Your welcome?" He asks, while I pull him to his feet grinning happily and back under control.
"Uh guys?" Scott says looking bemused and still terrified, "Not to interrupt what ever it is that just happened, but I don't know where the alpha is anymore, we have to go!"
...
We run into a class room pushing the door shut behind us, "That door's not gonna keep it out." I say backing away from it.
"I know." Scott replied.
"It's your boss." Stiles said immediately after that.
"What?"
"Deaton, The Alpha, your boss!" Stiles yelled.
"No!" Scott argued back.
"Yes. Murdering - psycho- werewolf!"
"Stiles, no." I said shaking my head.
"What?" He sputtered.
"Its not Deaton." I say firmly.
He looks appalled, "He killed Derek!"
"Derek's not dead." I tell them, but they don't listen.
"Derek's not dead! H-he can't be dead!" Scott said.
"Blood squirted out of his mouth! That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury! He's dead. And we're next!"
I get a fist in his shirt, pulling him nose to nose with me glaring in his pretty hazel eyes, though I ignore the fact that my brain has chosen now to noticed it was a pretty color, "Derek is not dead Stilinksi! And neither are we. Alright?" I say letting him go. "We just need a plan."
"We get to my Jeep we get outta' here-" Stiles said only to be cut off by Scott.
"Easier said than done," He said pointing out the obvious.
"Well we gotta' try and you, you seriously think about quitting your job."
I toss my hands into the air in disbelief, "Did anybody listen to a word I just said?"
They ignore me walking to the windows trying to open them, "They, don't open. The school's climate controlled." I pointed out.
"Then we break it." Scott suggested.
"That would make a lot of noise." Stiles said.
"Then we run really fast."
"Okay," I interrupted getting a hand on Scotts chest and nudging him back so I can stand next to him. "Not to make this worse, but he can already hear us and standing here is seriously lessoning our chances of getting away." I say bluntly.
Scott sighed turning around to look out the window, "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?" Scott asked. I walked over to the window, and looked at the Jeep. The hood was all bent up. I frowned.
"What do you mean?" Stiles questioned. "Nothing's wrong."
"It's bent." Scott informed.
Stiles pushed past us to look, "What? Like dented?" He asked anxiously.
"No, like Roscoe is seriously bent." I state not even noticing that I called it by 'name' like Stiles does.
Stiles asked shocked, "What the hell-"
He was cut off by glass shattering and I pulled him to the ground with me and Scott covering him from the spray of glass with my arms.
We all heard something sliding and we looked up to see a car battery.
"Stiles, I'm gonna' take a wild guess and say that's part of your Jeep." Scott said.
He groaned. "That's my battery!"
I pursed my lips awkwardly patting his arm before moving to get up. Scott grabbed my arm and I looked at him sharply. "We have to move."
"No! He could be right outside." Scott tried to reason.
"Dude he is right outside!" Stiles told him. I rolled my eyes, "Fine, just let me look alright?" I said shaking his hand off.
"Anything?" Stiles asks as I scan the parking lot, not catching sight of the Alpha. "No,"
"Move now?" Scott asked.
"Move now." I nodded pulling them to their feet, and herding them out the door.
We all rushed out of the room and into the halls. Scott said, about to walk the other way, "This way-"
"N-n-n-no somewhwere without windows." Stiles intervened.
"It's a school every room in the building has windows." Scott protested.
"Okay then somewhere with less windows. "
"The locker room!"
"Guys that's not a good idea. " I say shaking my head.
Stiles sputters, "Why not?!"
"Because I can't get a lock on his heartbeat, he could be anywhere and we would be trapped." I warn.
"Alright look, the only definite thing we know is that he was outside. Okay who knows where he is now but if he's still there I vote we go to the place he's least likely to get into." Stiles says defiantly heading in that direction before I can protest. I huff growling at him under my breath having no choice but to follow the two.
...
We make it to the locker room and my face pinches at the smell, honestly I don't know how Scotts managing but I guess he's just use to it.
"Call your dad!" Scott said looking over at Stiles.
"And tell him what?" Stiles asked.
"I don't know...anything! Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that things sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off!" Scott tried to convince Stiles.
"And what if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight including my dad?"
"Stiles calm down, " I said getting a hand around his bicep, "We'll figure something out, you don't have to call your dad."
"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." Stiles said.
"What about Derek's car?" Scott suggested.
"I Disagree" I deadpan.
"What? Why?!" Stiles flails.
I duck out of the way to avoid being hit with one of his arms and roll my eyes, "Because if we make it out i'm not leaving without him and the black pearl isn't exactly a 'people hauler'."
"The black pearl? whaa-"
"Shh!" I hiss hearing foot steps in the distance.
"What?" Stiles asks while Scott focuses his hearing as well.
"I hear something."
"Hide!" Scott hisses when the foot steps stop outside the door.
The two of them push themselves into lockers while I pull my self up onto the lockers and from there into the metal beams on the ceiling to watch.
I let out a sigh of relief when a janitor walks in pulling the screaming boys from the lockers.
He pushes them toward the door and I prepare to get down, when I hear the faint growling, my blood freezes when I catch sight of the large beast like werewolf with its red eyes trained on the janitor, I swallow down the need to vomit when I realize he's hunting him.
He pounces and I hit the floor seconds later, I ignore the janitors screams, my eyes locked with Stiles "Run."
I slam the blood stained door behind me, ignoring the frantic screams from the two of them, quickly tearing off the handle so they can't reopen it.
I spin around to face him, shifting and snarling at him, he stands over the body of the janitor, bloody and ready for another challenge, I plan to give him one.
...
When I come to, the first thing I register is pain, I groan grasping my head in pain, opening my blurry eyes, and noticing that I was on the ground in the showers of the boys locker room, the tile wall is cracked and laying all around me from where my body hit it and I curse.
I gave it a hell of a fight and glancing around the blood stained room I revel in that fact that not all of it was mine, though speaking of blood, my side is soaked with it.
I glance down and immediately gag, I don't know how he managed to get a claw inbetween every one of the ribs on my right side but thats exactly what happened. I can see the cracked bones, the torn flesh, my shredded pale skin, now covered in the thick crimson blood, that was oozing down my side.
I can feel my head heal and my vision clear, but my side doesn't heal at all. A wound that deep from an alpha is gonna take a few days. I curse and press my hand to it, hissing in pain, and then applying more pressure trying to stop the bleeding.
I stumble out into the hall way and try to focus my hearing, I'm shocked when I catch on to not only Scott and Stiles' heart beat, but Three others, along with that of the alpha.
I'm about to make my way towards then when all of the sudden A roar sounds that shakes the metal lockers around me, I know its one of domination from the Alpha, it sends a feeling like liquid fire through the claw marks on my side and I let out an involuntary scream collapsing back onto the floor, my scream mixes with two others and im left disorientated on the floor in a puddle of my own blood.
That's where the Sheriff finds me some time later.
...
He carries me out in his arms, my blood now staining his jacket and I don't know why that's what pushes me other the edge but it is. I start crying and it shocks him into a halt. "Don't worry you'll be fine." He promises.
I hear Stiles yelling my name frantically, when he notices me in his dad's arms. He runs to my side standing with wide shocked glassy eyes taking in my beaten and bloodied form, tears turning pink from the blood on my cheeks. "I got blood on your jacket." I all but wale, "I'm sorry!"
I can almost hear the hearts of the stilinski men break, there faces crumble and it looks for a minute that the Sheriff is fighting back tears. "Shh, Its' okay. Listen how about you let the medics patch you up?"
I sniffle shrugging my shoulders and when winces when it tugs my cuts.
"What about after? Dad she has nowhere to go?"
"Nonsense. Accalia, your coming home with us."
