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A WOUNDED HEART

He saunters around in bare feet, the grass tickling his soles, the spring pricks in his nose, the intense sunrays warm up his back and nape spreading from the top of his crown and dripping down his fingertips as bath of light while tiny butterflies friendly flutter all around him, there is no air, but his lungs aren't burning or begging for it, but in other hand, the bodies…

The bodies are everywhere.

He should have listened, he just had to listen, if he only had never be born, all this could have been stopped, the streets wouldn't be sticky with the blood of all the people he once loved, if he only could come back and change it all, put an end, if he just….

Hold your breath, everything, will be over soon.

He jolts on his bed letting out a loud cry…. What the hell was that? He looks around in the darkness, his hands are shaking, and his cheeks are soaked and sticky, has he been crying? His lungs are burning as if he spent a lot of time without breathing, he was asleep, it was just a dream, there is nothing to be afraid of…. Nothing… except for… he can't remember his dream, there is only a lingering sensation stuck in his chest, he's not sure if it is a memory or a feeling, it is yellow almost white, it is warm and sad, his eyes get teary with just the thought of it, he reaches a hand to his chest and feels the damp cotton of his pajama's top, he's sweating cold and there is an intense pain in his chest, whatever it is, feels almost alive, squirming in his heart, telling him it's better to let go.

His hands are flailing, the dark room turns blurry and gauzy and then is when he realizes he's not breathing again, he's losing his conscious, he tries to get some air, to inspire but something is wrong with him it is almost as if his body is trying to kill him, his strength is fading and he can barely move his hands now, if he doesn't do anything quickly… He balls his hand and with the last bit of energy bangs his chest. A nerve impulse jerks up his body and he coughs hauling heaps of fresh cold air in his lungs between coughs.

God! That has been the scariest thing that ever happened to him, including the countless times Scott tried to kill him, Oh Jesus! He's so tired, he wants to sleep some more, he wants to be anywhere but here, wants another face and name, and not think about everything that happened lately or what is going to happen soon, or… that email, whose the email he just spied hours ago? Why that mail's owner had a picture of Scott? How Mrs. M knew about it? How she knew what she was looking for and where? The only clue Stiles has is the date, it is from the day after Stiles got back in the town, it is stupid to think about it but, he feels somehow connected to it, after what the wolves said about him being a threat, and that thing they said about he getting them all killed, as if all this was his fault.

He turns on his computer, there is a way to know who this guy is and why he has a picture of Scott in his email, by the all the porn suggestions in his inbox he must be pervert of a teenager and if he is a teenager….He must a have a Facebook account , while the OS boots, Stiles gets in the bathroom, it is still dark so it means there are still a couple of hours before the sunrise, he's pretty tired but also too scared to get back to bed, so he takes out his clothes off and gets a hot shower. When he is done the water has washed away some of his dizziness so he brushes his teeth and gets back to bed where his laptop awaits.

He sits and types his facebook account in the bar, when his profile pops in the screen he looks in the history for the email address of this guy, he hopes it works. He copies the address in the facebook's search engine and automatically a profile appears in the screen, the display picture is from a guy a couple of years older than him, with black hair and bold brows, has sharp eyes black as pits, his name is Patrick Evans, he's not sure why but he feels like he heard that name before, which must make sense considering that this guy is probably a creep that jerks off with Scott's picture, a shiver runs down his spine with the thought of it. His last post was… Actually there are not recent posts well at least not his, but from other people, dozens of them all teenagers saying…. Goodbye, oh hell, Stiles types Patrick's data on google and hits the news button, he opens the first page which is from the local newspaper, as he imagined, Patrick is dead according to the webpage his body was found in the adjacencies of an illegal teenage party that took place in the forest three months ago… So it means that Patrick is the first guy Scott murdered, and if Scott's mom saw the picture and the date… OH SHIT!

There is a loud ring and a buzz on the bed and he whirls letting out a gasp, his heart pounding his rib cage. His phone rings again, and he sighs with some relief and concern at the same time, who could be calling him this early? Hesitantly takes the phone, thinking about Scott's mom maybe she's coming over to put him in jail for covering the deaths, she saw Derek as a wolf after all, she musts suspect that something is not right already, that's something freaking scary is going on in the town and is her work to…. It's Lydia, thank god! He really needs to calm down and stop thinking so much or else his head is going to blow up one of this days, so with a brief grin he takes the phone to answer the call and then he frowns, why is Lydia calling him this early in the morning?

….

How long has she been running? She's tired and lost and scared, she can't believe she's actually running away from her dad as a prey being hunted by a predator, that's how she feels, she needs to find her way out of the woods she needs to get in the apartment and erase the tape if there is one. Oh god! She's so frigging frightened, her heartbeat won't steady any sooner, she's afraid she might get a heart attack at this rate.

She hops over a fallen tree almost covered by snow, there dull thuds not far, her dad is nearer than she thought, if he catches her what is she going to say? She was there hoping to see her dad do his work, hoping to see the monster being brought to justice for its actions but instead, she saw how her dad brutally murdered a harmless guy who didn't do anything, who didn't move a finger to fight back, who patently awaited for his death without hesitation, her dad is a cold blooded killer, who doesn't care about who steps in the middle to get what he wants, and the only thing in the middle now is her and the things she just saw.

She can't run any longer, her legs are aching and she's pretty sure the distance between them has narrowed in the last ten minutes, she won't last any longer, her lungs are burning desperate for air, her chest aches and her hair bounces with every stride blocking her sight, she's losing it, she can't do this anymore, he's going to get her and then… She stumbles with an overgrown root of an oak she swings her arms up to stop her fall but she's not strong enough, her body sinks into the thick layer of cold snow, she gasps and closes her eyes, she can't stand, her arms and legs won't respond, she's exhausted and breathless and scared as a little girl, what the hell she has been thinking? She has been so focused in running away from her dad that has been running in circles, she had to think in a way to get out of the woods, inspect the zone searching for car's lights or music or anything but instead she acted like a wounded animal. A twig crunches a few steps behind, this is it, oh god! If she only could get out of the woods, she can't let her dad find her, she can't!

Allison crawls and supports herself on the root to gain some strength and kneels, with a bit of effort she stands shaking, her whole body trembling, it is too dark so it is pointless to look behind and see if is too late, it doesn't matter she won't give up without fight or better said, run, her dad would not leave the woods without his car so this is her chance, she needs to find the town, she just needs to reach the road and then she will get a couple of extra time to get into the apartment and delete the recording, she closes her eyes and breaths, she prepares for running again, and steps ahead, her stomach gives a lurch and she's suddenly invaded by a way of dizziness, she falls to the ground, it is so hard and gritty, actually it's hurting her knees, there is a shot of light and her back and then she hears the unmistakable sound of a car's horn, she… is out of the woods.

….

"Lydia Calm down!" Stiles begs feeling a lump in his throat "What's going on? Are you hurt?"

The girl won't stop crying.

"No I'm fine" She says in a wail.

She's definitely not fine.

"Lydia calm down, take breath and explain me what's going on"

"You… were right" She cries dragging the words.

Is she drunk?

"About what?" He says starting to feel his heartbeat steadying.

"About how dump I am for dating jerks, Stiles you understands me and I wish I have listened you" She cries a little harder, and Stiles has to take the phone's speaker a little far from his ear before he becomes temporally deaf.

"You… you… were right Tackler was an idiot, he got me drunk and brought me to a cheap hotel and when we were in the room…"

This is just great! Anybody else's sex life story, exactly what he wanted for breakfast.

"He… he got a call and I asked who it was and he…" She keeps sniveling, her agitated breathing makes impossible for him to understand.

"What did you say?" He asks starting to lose his patience.

"He yelled at me and said no one and then, after we had sex he fell asleep and I got his phone and it was full of dirty texts from at least other four girls, and… I'm so stupid" She whimpers a lot again. "I woke him up and started yelling at him and he called whore…"

He's so dead!

"You were right he is an asshole and I should have listened to you, and I'm… so sorry… he was so right I'm a whore"

"Lydia, you're not a whore you're a smart and beautiful and funny…"

"Whore" She yelled before he could finish, "I liked Jackson, I really did. Do! And I let him go just because I wanted to be a slut to try everybody at School, that's why he went so mad, that's why he ran into that slut's pants as soon as he could… and after the cab dropped me home I realized that I needed to see him, that I needed to tell him how much I care about him, just wanted to feel safe again in his arms but we can't, right? We can't come back because he's with her and they're happy and I couldn't be in the middle because I love him and if he's happy I should step aside and feel happy for him, but I'm a selfish bitch and I want him back!"

"Lydia... calm down… you're not a whore, I'm sick of telling you, you are a great girl who made a mistake… everybody makes mistakes you just need to calm down get some sleep, tomorrow you'll see everything in a different way"

When you're not drunk.

"Maybe you could talk to Jackson, but it's time to move on, he's happy with that girl, it's time to move on Lydia, to try to find your happiness with someone else" He says with a bit of sadness.

He feels pity of her. She stops crying so loudly.

"I know its late night… or too early I'm not sure" She giggles, "But do you think you could come to my place? Sit next to me and hold me until I don't feel so shitty? I wouldn't ask if I didn't need it, and I really, really need a hug from a good friend, I need to feel that everything is going to be fine"

"Lydia I don't know… I'm"

"Please I really need you to do this for me"

"Ok I'll be there in twenty minutes" He says discouraged cutting the call.

Well at least his dad is not home, because if he finds out that…

"Hey" Says a voice from his back and Stiles jumps on his feet and lets out a high pitched short gasp.

He turns on his back, there is a dark shape before the window with fiery blue eyes and a devilish grin that shows up a full white denture with long…really long fangs.

"What the hell you think you're doing? You can't come in from the window! You're gonna scare my neighbors!" Stiles reproaches angrily.

What the hell is he doing here anyway?

"I'm sure your scream scared them already" Derek replies in a low and ragged mock.

"It's not funny you could have given me a heart attack, what are you doing here? For someone who hates me, you come over too often!"

"I need…" Derek starts and pants, has he been running or something?

"Your jacket? Couldn't you wait until morning? It's your fault for giving it to me in the…"

"Shut up! Just shut up" Derek growls with anger.

A shiver runs ran Stiles' spine.

"I need hel…" The wolf starts stretching an arm and stumbling over Stiles feet knocking his head against the floor in a loud thud, he's unconscious.

"Derek… wake up" He says feeling his heart slamming hard against his ribs.

He slowly kicks him in the arm to see if he responds, but nothing happens.

Stiles kneels and rolls Derek over his back, Jesus! He's burning! Not just hot as earlier but actually burning, Stiles lets him on the floor, his white flannel is stained but he can't see what it is, he reaches the switch and lights up the room, and then let's out a cry of shock, Derek chest is black with dried blood, and something yellow and purple comes out of the pounding bulge that slightly protrudes over his rib cage… is that…is that his heart?

….

She weeps in his bed, she lays there staring at the darkness that hides the ceiling, she couldn't tell Stiles about Patrick and what she was looking for, because she wasn't sure thought a part of her knew deep inside, that more than answers she was waiting for a confirmation, and now she has it. Scott's empty bed with mattress and pillows arranged to make it look as occupied finished to convince her of the truth, she's the mother of a murderer.

It all makes sense now, what Carlson friend said about the boy's fight with Scott outside the mall a day before Carlson's body was found dead, the fact that the boy was looking for Scott after the game to take revenge, and now Patrick talking to an unknown person about Scott, exchanging a picture of her son taken from far, Patrick probably was planning on kidnaping him or something else and then Scott killed him.

The memories of the day before Patrick's dead comes to her mind, she smiling happily… thinking about Simon and Stiles coming back after everything the two of them went through, finding Scott resting in this same bed telling her he wasn't feeling fine that needed some rest, and then the next day a boy's body is found dismembered, murdered by a sadist that enjoyed every last minute of Patrick's life, and hours later she finds Scott unconscious in his bed bathed in blood. Simon said it was his blood, but he could faked it, after he murdered Patrick so no one would suspect, and how could anyone? The wounds in the dead body were made from a wild beast, a nameless animal.

Scott must trained the monster to kill and… her heart should have skipped a beat right now, because the memory of Stiles and that enormous wolf comes to her mind, but it doesn't surprises her, she knew it wasn't a harmless pet, she knew it was the monster that killed those poor kids, and now she has the confirmation, Stiles did it without knowing, he showed her their killing machine and how it could do anything they want, even kill if is needed. Two teenagers that have been underdogs their whole lives, bullied at school for being different…. The would be thirty of revenge deep inside, make the things different, make everyone who hurt them at least a part of the pain that had to face, and what if they could find a way to do it? What would they do? If they get the chance to actually accomplish their deep and darkest secrets? Would they take the chance? Especially when it implies that no one would ever suspect of them?

Mellissa lets out a long gasp, and then shrills covering her face with a pillow, her eyes are swollen already… she has been mourning for three hours already, her boys, her little beautiful boys are murderers, they are bad people, she spends the day trying to make this town a safer place for everybody while they kill people at her back, she feels sick and angry with herself for being so blind, for letting this happen, it is all her fault, for not being closer to Scott, and his father's for being a monster to their son, he wanted them to pay back for all what happened to him, to them, show the world that no matter what criminals always pay in one way or other, the question is…. Will she make them pay? Her breath his hitched and the lump in her throat is chocking her, her hands shake so badly she's unable to reach her eyes to dry them, but she knows what she must do, she swore to protect this town and the people in it, no matter what….

Melissa dries her eyes and blows her nose with a handkerchief, maybe she can't contact Scott, maybe she doesn't know where he is, but… Stiles is just a few steps from her.

….

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you home? This is a really dangerous neighborhood" Says kindly the woman who found Allison in the middle of the road next to the forest's lines.

It's a relief to being able to breath, to feel her heartbeat even, she knows it isn't over, at least not yet, there is still a lot she must do, like think how she got out of the woods so quickly? She knows she wasn't even near, but there are more urgent things she must face first.

"No, thank you! You have done enough already, thank you so much for bringing me home" She replies with a short smile that suddenly turns into a giggling.

"It's nothing honey, have a good night" Says the woman smiling back and clicking the switch to unlock the passenger's door for her.

Allison thanks her one last time, and gets out of the car, that quickly vanishes in the empty streets when it takes the curve at the nearest corner. Allison breaths out and stares at the flickering lamp post before her, she shivers but not because of the cold air, with every minute things just become scarier and weirder, she already knew her dad was a trained demon hunter but seeing him that way, so fierce, so wild made her freak out, it couldn't be the same man who taught her how to drive her first bike, or who read her bedtime stories when she was little. She wouldn't be surprised to find out her dad has an evil twin brother who kidnaped her and brought her back to Beacon Hills four mounts ago, after all she has seen and done it would definitely make more sense than the fact that her dad, her architect, her witty condescending but sweet hero could be the same man she just saw hours ago.

Allison folds her arms around her chest to protect herself from the cold wind and steps inside the building, in the entrance is an old and ratty Christmas tree with more broken lights than working ones, the stairs rail is decorated with a garlands that have tiny baubles fastened to them. Allison climbs the steps quickly she is not sure how much time she has left, but she needs to be quick and erase the record any record of her in the forest.

She opens the door quickly and puts all the furniture on their way to unlock the dresser's door and access to the unground room, when it is open she hurries to jump and close the door behind her with a flick or her wrist, she's a little shocked of how things has changed within her in matter of days, she's still not sure what name put to what they are but she's already sick of all this crap, she doesn't want to do anything with werewolves and necromancers and anything else, she just want her dad to be normal and she to come back to Scott, is that ask too much?

She gets in the room, turns on the lights and automatically the displays lit up before her, she can't lose any more seconds, she knows her dad might be already coming in, so she must be ready to hide somewhere in case he get in, maybe below the table, though it is too obvious.

Her hands flies trough the keys as her eyes sweep through the displays, the car was outside Derek's house, but she hasn't see a camera pointing straight to it, maybe her dad didn't dare to put one that close the cabin, so it means she's safe, well barely safe, because when she clicks the rewind button and all the room's displays start to run the time backwards she knows she's screwed, she's almost in every camera of forest's section, thought of course her dad won't know it was exactly her because there is no tape of her getting down of his car, it won't make any difference because the running shape he is after is a girl's, a girl from her daughter's age.

So basically it is a dead end, if she goes know there is a chance her dad doesn't find her destroying evidence in his underground headquarters, though he will still know that someone knows his secret and that saw him killing a man in the forest, and that he's a frigging secret agent or whatever, but if she stays and erases everything her dad might get here in a couple of minutes and find her, and if he doesn't find her he might come over to check the videos to identify this person and when he doesn't find the videos he will know that someone knows, so it doesn't matter what… She's screwed.

She closes the backward playing and reestablishes the services, god what's is she going to do? At least there is no one else in the streets so it will be easy for her to see her dad if he's already back in the town, but he's not, he looks around and there is no sign of his car in any of the streets, so it is a good sign maybe he's still trying to find her in the woods to kill her, of course she knows her dad wouldn't kill her if she would have let him catch her, but what if her dad is one of those guys who shots first and asks later? He could have been right now weeping over her frozen body with an arrow in her neck. She looks around in the screens and for a second she sees it, an almost undetectable flash of red and yellow light in the corner of one of the screens, five or six displays later a human shape not as bright as the first one runs in that direction, the one arm drawn forward and the other bent in the back as if the person where holding something, a large stick or a gun…. That must be her dad, and he is after someone else, by the intense red glow she saw seconds ago it must be a werewolf, so… she's safe…. For now.

…..

It was so hard to carry Derek downstairs, his body is heavy, seriously what the hell he eats? Rocks? Maybe he's already dead and that's why… oh god no! He can't die… if he dies Scott will be a monster his whole life! Anyway, it has been specially hard take him downstairs because of his fever, he's probably over the hundred fifty degrees or so, he literally scorched Stiles' palms and nape while he dragged him downstairs, his hands are red and swollen and he's almost sure the hair in the back of his neck is burned.

When he finally gets to open his car's door without dropping him in the ground, Stiles gets in and takes him by the armpits, they are soaked! Gross! He takes up with all his strength and Derek's limp body slowly gets in, he reclines him in the back seat, he doesn't want to explain the police why is he driving in the middle of the night with a dying werewolf in the passenger's seat.

This is never going to end, he thinks with fear climbing to his chest.

Stiles takes a deep breath and get in his car, Derek is dying just back him, what happened to him? How did get those wounds? His heart his dripping this clammy and disgusting liquid, he had to bandage it using the first aid kit in his bathroom, but of course it won't be enough, is life is in his hands, and Stiles doesn't know what to do, he's so scared, he's going to die in the back of his car if he doesn't do something quickly.

The streets are now only long dim lights rushing past him, it is good is still early in the morning or else he wouldn't be able to make it at time, oh God! His heart is… he's choking, one thing is to find a dead body in the woods but other quite different is to find someone you know agonizing in your bedroom's floor, it is too hard to bare, if only his dad was home.

"Where…where...are….you taking me?" Derek's voice asks between pants.

Stiles' heart skips a beat, and he stops the car abruptly.

"Are you insane? Don't scare me that way! You're going to get us killed! I'm taking you to the hospital!" He replies sharply, starting to put the car on drive again.

"No… you can't… do…"

"Why not? What the hell you want me to do then? Bury you?"

"They won't know what to do…. I'll just…die" Derek replies and Stiles watches him stands through the rearview mirror, his face is even paler than usual, his stubble is a bit large and his fiery eyes sunken and their light isn't as vivid as usual it is actually fading turning almost grayish instead of their habitual electric blue shade.

"What do you want me to do then?" Stiles asks losing his mind, what the hell is he going to do?

"Turn…left…. Take the main street… then take…. Jefferson Street… all the way down…" Derek's face falls on his shoulder, oh god is he dead now?

"Derek wake up! Do you want me to take you to the forest?"

"No" Derek moans.

"Why aren't you healing anyway?" Stiles frowns, trying to keep him busy to not drift away and die.

"I got…poisoned… by…. Monks…hood"

"What? How? Who did this to you?"

This is becoming too weird to bear. "Do you want me to call Isaac or one of the others?" Let's face it, he doesn't know anything about werewolves, he just knows about dogs and that's somehow racist to them, so he can't do much.

"No… they… will…kill me… when a pack leader agonizes… his wolves fight between them…. To decide who will… end with his suffering and become….the new…. Alpha"

So basically they can't know Derek is dying or else they are all dead, good!

Stiles follows Derek's instructions which aren't hard to get considering that he is asking him to take him to his parent's house, well not probably to his parent's house but somewhere near, maybe there is a hidden cave in the wood line. When he reaches the dirt road he stops the engine, slightly touches Derek's forehead, his palm gets automatically soaked and red by the intense heat, it is amazing and scaring at the same time, at least Derek is still breathing, Stiles can't get how is that Derek's is still alive, he should have died, no one's heart should be out of their chest, their ribs probably broken, lungs crushed and still be able to breath, werewolves are scaring and admirable creatures.

Stiles climbs down and opens Derek's door.

"Can you walk?" Stiles asks when the wolf wakes up in a jolt.

Derek nods, his eyes sway in all directions, their light is almost gone, the werewolf reaches whirls on his seat and falls over Stiles, he cracks the back of his head against the frozen concrete and almost loses his consciousness, Derek lays over him his swollen heart pounding against him, it's so disturbing and scaring Stile's own heart would have popped out of his chest if it wasn't busy trying to choke him to dead. A hot liquid starts to stream down the back of his neck as he manages to Stand and take Derek's heavy body with him.

"Derek, we are here" He mumbles, feeling Derek's breathing on the side of his neck weaker with every second. "Where do you want me to take you?"

"The…there" The werewolf pants rising a shaking hand and pointing toward a house.

"My house?" Stiles says frowning.

"Do you leave here?" Derek says confused.

"Used to… when my mom was alive" Stiles explains starting to slowly pace toward the building.

"So… you know Deaton…is his house I want to get in"

"What? No! I'm not going there!" Stiles says stopping short, recalling that night in the woods, he shoved him down in the cold lake, almost killed him, he was his parent's best friend and Still he tried to kill Stiles! Why Derek wants to go there?

"I need… an antidote… and he's the… only one who can have it" Derek explains.

"No! He tried to kill me… this is so unfair! I won't get in there" Stiles says angrily.

"Get me inside… or I'll kill you here and now!" Derek growls fiercely.

"Who the hell you think you are to being threatening me uh? Who had to drag your dying ass all over the town so won't die? You're so ungrateful… I should just let you die!" Stiles is so sick of this guy, if only Scott… "You know what? I'm not just going to not get in there I'm calling Scott right now! He just have to finish you and all this nightmare will be over for good! No murdering, no full moon… no chaining and abandoning my best friend in the middle of nowhere, and the best of all no more you!" Stiles blurts out hyperventilating.

He looks at Derek with a devilish grin, he has the power now, and there is nothing Derek can do to stop him.

"Ok" Derek sighs.

His eyes are almost white down the dim light of the lamppost next to them.

"Call…him…" Derek says flickering, "Be…quick… I won't last…. Long…"

Stiles gaps widening his eyes.

"But listen to me… after…" Derek takes a pause and swallows, he grimaces and continues, "After I'm dead! There will be a new pack leader… you must go… and never come…back…you hear me? Take your families… and…run"

Stiles stares at Derek for a second… is he for real?

"Hurry up… I won't… last any…longer" Ends with a moan.

"Jesus! I was kidding alright? I wasn't really going to call Scott…. It's just that you piss me off... Sometimes" Oh great now he's babbling too.

He really thought Stiles was going to call Scott, what the hell is wrong with Derek? Why he isn't afraid of dying? He almost fancy it, anyway what was all that take your families and run stuff?

Stiles phone rings. Shit just what he needed.

"Hi?" He asks without seeing his remittent.

"Stiles where are you?" Lydia's voice asks.

Shit Lydia!

"I'm sorry, something came up… I'm really busy right now… I'm sorry"

"Stiles…." She starts, shit he has no time for this…

"Lydia I'm so sorry, I'll make it out for you I promise!"

"But Stiles!"

He cuts the call.

Fuck! Now he feels like shit.

"What…happened?" Derek asks with wide eyes.

"You! That's what happened! This is the second time you step in the middle of my plans!" Stiles grunts furious! "You owe me two dates already!"

Oh crap!

"Wait…that's not what I mean..."

Too late! Derek is already chuckling. Seriously? This have to be the first time Stiles see him actually laughing and he is about to die, Jesus! What's wrong with him?

"Don't be an ass you know what I meant… now let's get you in there before I change my mind" He says irritably, continuing their crusade to save Derek's life.

….

Allison's heartbeats had slowed down a little since she discovered, that her dad is somewhere in the woods hunting more werewolves, which means that he forgot about her, or maybe he that who saw him murdering Derek was another werewolf, god! Thinking about Derek stings her in the chest, he was a good guy, he brought her home that night, he knew about the werewolves and that's why he escorted her home, of course he is a werewolf or else her dad wouldn't kill him, and the gracefully way he moved, it was amazing, but he was protecting the other wolf, the wildling that has been murdering people, but why? Why risk your own life for someone who doesn't worth it?

Before Allison climbs up the stairs to get in the apartment she takes a new bow and a quiver full of silver pointed arrows, she can see in their heads that it is the pure silver they mention the book, it is all white, extremely thin almost as paper and sharp enough to cut the air itself, instead of halo there are diminutive ripples surrounding there head as if it were energy, she's tempted to touch it but she's afraid she might lose a finger in her attempt, she should have taken a gun or anything else, but she's afraid of using any of them and she's still not sure why she's taking the bow with her anyway, ain't like she's going to murder her dad it is just that… She doesn't feel safe walking back home at this hours, there are still a time before dawn and her dad might be back home any time soon, so she must be quick.

Shuts the dresser's door and moves all the furniture back to its place, though it doesn't matter anymore, when her dad gets back here he will discover the missing bow and quiver, to not mention the lack of evidence of that night's pandemonium in the woods, so it means she's won't be able to come back here, her dad will probably shut down the place for good.

The first thing she feels when she's out of the apartment is coldness deep to the bones, then sadness and disappointment for brief moments she thought her dad was a hero, a person to admire but the truth is that he chases unharmed targets and murder them. She climbs down the stairs and looks around in the dark street through the porch's door before stepping out, and starting to walk back home, it will take her forty minutes or so, so she better hurry up. She zips up her jacket and pulls up her hood, shoving her hands in the pockets and break through the snow covered sidewalk.

Ok ain't like Derek was an angel, he knew about the werewolves, and her dad said something about him being on charge so it means that he must be indirectly responsible for what has been going on, and her dad had to make a decision, today is full moon, if he doesn't put down the beast before the moon comes out the town will be in danger, all of them will be in danger, and Derek said something about another rising… memories of the five red bulbs on the computer screen maker shrug, it is true Derek might be death but there another four of them in the woods and her dad is alone with them… There is nothing to worry about… Then she recalls the conversation her dad was having in his room, he didn't want to do it alone, he was waiting for someone who help him, he wasn't sure he could be able to do it, and yet he tried… Her dad is in danger. Her heart suddenly slams hard against her chest, oh god! She's not really considering to go there and help her dad… She was just trying to escape from him a couple of hours ago and now she's thinking about get back in the woods? What's wrong with her?

Her legs start striding, her teeth chattering, her hands shaking and her head throbbing, Derek let her dad kill him but that doesn't mean that the other four would let him, and her dad might be a ninja or secret agent but the numbers aren't in his favor, so… What's is she going to do anyway? She stills have a lot to learn before aim an arrow toward a living thin to not mention that this living things have feelings and emotions and claws, fangs, super speed… Oh god her dad! What the hell was she thinking leaving him alone in the woods? If she would have tell him about all she discovered maybe he would have trained her, and now his life wouldn't be at risk. There is no time to lose, it doesn't matter if her dad did right or wrong with Derek, he was a werewolf after all, he was one of the bad guys, her dad just did what he had to, anyway it's her dad, she can't lose him too, she can't afford to lose her dad, so she must get there and find him before it is too late. The wood line isn't far from where she is exactly, she could take the dirt road behind the hill and will be with her dad in a couple of minutes, ok this is the most reckless thing she has ever done and she's so scared and freezing to death while she runs down the desolated streets… but She's also thrilled.

She gets in the long and narrow street before the hill that connects the town with the dirt road that takes to the woods when a hunched shape makes her stop short, there is a person slowly pacing before the lamppost, she can see that is scarcely carrying a big weight though she's not sure of what she's seeing, she squints and she hides behind a trash can, it is a person carrying another one toward a house. It doesn't matter she doesn't have time for this, she turns on her heels and faces the gnarled three's branches ahead on the hill. She starts climbing up when, she spots a car parked behind some tall bushes, and her eyes instinctively recognize it, it is… Stiles' jeep. Stiles? But why? How? The arched figure comes back to her mind and Allison darts back on her way… When she gets back in the street, she finds him approaching a home, wasn't that his old house? Did he come because he misses her mom again? No… he's not stopping there, actually he's heading to the next door's doorway, when she lets behind the fence she notices the limping, the effort he's making to walk and the porch light baths him and… Derek's bleached face.

Oh god! Derek is Alive! He's alive! And he's with Stiles, what the hell is going on here? Do they know each other? Then the memory pops in the back of her mind, they knew Derek in the forest, the day she met Stiles and later in the party, in the rave where it all began… And Stiles is taking him to a house, but why?

Allison smoothly crawls toward them to get a better view and hides behind the fence, they are talking.

"Just… stretch it" Derek says in a thin line of voice, he might have survived but won't last long.

"Like this?" Stiles asks in a gasp.

Allison slowly rises her head a sees Stiles rising one hand in the air in front of the portico's steps.

"Now…Swing…it….to…your…right" Derek orders panting.

"Why are we doing this?" Stiles asks before following the dying guy's instructions.

"There is a mark….in the house no of us would be able to get…in… unless someone breaks… the bind" Derek explains couching.

"Oh shit, don't die I'm going to do it" Stiles says and swings his right hand and then…

A wild breeze explodes in all directions shoving Allison back throwing her on the ground, she stands quickly crouching back, Stiles is squinting stepping with Derek into the porch where there door awaits for them widely open.

Stiles… Stiles is a Binder.

….

Oh hell! Derek knows more about Stiles' and what's he capable of than himself, damn he's blown an invisible wall with one of his hands, what the hell? How is this possible? Dark dirt jumped to his clothes when the wind burst in all directions, and now there is an odd quietness in the air as if something he can't place in his mind just vanished.

Stiles tightness his grip on Derek's burning arm and steps ahead, the front door is suddenly open, when they are about to get in a dark figure paces out of the darkness in the doorway and Stiles' heart gives a lurch.

"You won't get in" Dr. Deaton says sternly.

Stiles blood turns cold and his chest starts to ache, this is his parent's friend, the same one who tried to kill him.

"Deaton…" Derek Starts.

"I did enough for you Derek… we both knew this would eventually end this way" Deaton replies dryly.

"You tried to kill me, you son of…" Stiles tries to say but Dr. D cuts him off.

"I saved your life… I told you a thousand times, thought I don't even know why because I see you didn't learn your lesson"

He knows… he knows… who is Dr. D? Oh god! This is so wrong.

"If I die this will be a hell" Derek says trying to mediate.

"Even if I help you, there is nothing you can do to…"

"I can… I can do it" Derek growls "I'll prove you you're wrong"

"Go ahead, I can't promise you I'll be able to help you, but let's do it, Derek please, show me how wrong am I" Dr. D says with sarcasm stepping aside to let him in.

"Don't mess with me, you know you will heal me, you read it already don't you?" Derek snarls.

Dr. D snorts, what are they talking about?

Stiles leans and walks inside, still carrying Derek with him, god he's heavier with any second.

"Can you help me?" Stiles asks gasping, he's still mad at the man but he can't just drop Derek in the ground, can't he?

"Don't you know anything? The molecular structure of werewolves is too heavy, I'm not going to crack my back to take him downstairs" Dr. D mocks and a shiver runs down Stiles' back. Yeah the guy has been always pretty sarcastic and condescending but… he's acting differently as if… he's on command on control of the situation, almost threatening, and he knows Derek is a werewolf, he had a freaking invisible supernatural wall outside his house, what the hell? Seriously, What the hell?

He turns on the light, and Stiles looks around, it's been years since the last time he got inside this house, yet everything is on the same spot, even the walls are still cream colored, seems like since Marin left to collage Dr. D didn't care anymore how his how looked like. They follow the man to the stairs but instead of climbing them on –Stiles' back thanked that- he takes them to the closet below them. Dr. D opens the door and shoves aside a couple of brooms and mops, then kneels and pulls up the carpet, below is a trapdoor, Jesus! Can this become any weirder?

Doctor Deaton turns on the light of the closet and climbs down the stairs below, Stiles follows him, the light doesn't follow them though, in the basement there isn't any light, everything is so dark, he makes an effort to follow Dr. D's shape but it is pointless he keeps stumbling with tables and making too much noise. The mysterious man turns on the light and then Stiles gaps.

They're in a basement of course, but… isn't like a normal family's basement, unless your family is part of a sick sect, there are crystal jars, tons of them, with body parts immersed on light brown liquids, most of them are human's but others he's not sure of, in one counter are dozens of shoe boxes some are opened, dried herbs and withered leaves are scattered, flowers and twigs.

In the wall back him are dissected insects, many of them larger than usual, and some Stiles hasn't seen before, like a winged Tarantula that gives him Goosebumps to just picturing it flying around, so this is a Binder… a creep.

"Put him there" Doctor Deaton orders, pointing at a plain clean iron table that shimmers with the touch of the light, Stiles approaches and slowly drops Derek over it, his eyes are closed and his breathing is almost inaudible, oh god! He's going to die!

Doctor D. approaches him carrying a syringe with him, a white liquid dripping from its tip.

"Aren't you going to kill him right?" Stiles asks hesitantly.

"Why are you so afraid of me?" Dr. D frowns.

Are you kidding me?

"I didn't try to kill you Stiles, Wolves' body heat is higher than human's, he wouldn't chase you down in the lake, wildlings aren't able to swim and the extreme coldness against its body heat would probably get him into a shock state, you get it now? The man says sternly.

It takes a couple of seconds for Stiles to process what Dr. D said but when he finally gets the pieces together in his mind, gaps… so he saved his life that night Scott wouldn't get him in the…

"What is a wildling?" Stiles asks frowning.

"Do I really have to answer that?" Dr. D. Snorts and stings Derek's arm with the syringe, then unlooses Stiles' attempt of bandaging.

As Stiles expected, he didn't freaked out, God!

"So you have seen something like this before?" He asks wryly.

"Actually I didn't" Doctor. D chuckles. "I'm very impressed, seems like Chris has improved his poisoning skills"

….

Ok she lost the track of them for ten minutes now, and hell she is tempted to leave, her dad needs help! She wants her bed, wants her mom and all this over…but… What she just saw Stiles do… This doesn't make any sense, he can bind, he knows stuffs, he brought Derek here to save his life, because this guy at the door he's a doctor… actually is the doctor Stiles' accused of trying to murder him! What the hell is going on here? If she could only hear what they are saying, but she looks around in the windows and she sees no one around, is almost as if they vanished, oh god! She can't believe she's actually going to do this!

Allison jumps the fence and face down darts to the door, she hides in the porch and squints through to the window, the place is empty, at least the living room so they must be inside, her heart skips a beat before she opens the door and stealthy sneaks inside, she's in a small living room, in front of her are stairs and at the other side she spots something that looks like a fridge, but the only lit room is the one in which she's standing and a dim and thin line that seems to come out below the stairs.

The spark pricks her hand and she gasps, Stiles is here… her body is telling her he's here, she slowly paces toward the door below the staircase making sure to hide in the shadows just in case they are nearer than what she thinks, when she reaches the door, stops short when muffled voices come out, the come from beneath. A basement!

Allison kneels and presses her ear against the cold wood floor.

"Chris like Chris Copper? Allison's father?" She hears Stiles' voice say in astonishment.

"Yeah, I almost forget his daughter is your intimate friend" The man mocks, and she recalls, this is the man with the book! The same book she found in her mother's stuffs and that she hides below her pillow! Who is he? She can't remember his name right now, but is something with D.

"We're just friends" Stiles' voice replies hastily, "Wait a moment… Allison's father knows about werewolves?" Asks in shock.

"Of course… He's Hunter after all" The man replies as if it was comments thing in the world, he knows about her dad! Oh god! "Can you please hand me that box?"

There is pause.

"Thank you"

"But why he attacked Derek? I don't get it" Stiles seems frustrated.

"Because he's a Hunter, that's what they do" The man replies sternly. "And…Because Derek killed his wife"

Allison tries to her Stiles' shocked questions but she went suddenly deaf, the air came out of her lungs like sucked by a hoover, her mind is cloudy and just short-circuited, her heart isn't pounding heart but heavily as if it suddenly weighted a thousand pounds, what did he say?

No no no no no no no no, her mom…. Did he meant her mom? This is impossible… but who else could it be? Her dad's wife was her mom, but he just said that Derek murderer her, and that's impossible because her dad told her, her mom died in a car accident she died in a car accident, why would her dad lie to her?

Allison scoots back, and stands running out to the front door, this must be a mistake this can't be real, her mom died in a car accident, it was no one's fault, it was what her dad told her, what she was thought, but he lied, he had been lying to her, her whole life, there must another explanation for all this. She gets out of the house and keeps darting away from lying Stiles, from Lydia Dr. whoever his name is, they have to be wrong, please that they are wrong! But there is only one way to be sure of it, and the answer is just a couple of streets away.

As she flees away the memories, where are the memories? She can't place in her mind one time her dad said here was where it happened, though of course he's a sadist to take her where her mom had the accident, but now that she thinks about it, there isn't anything else, no clues or conversations related to it, with anyone and how could there be? They left right after her mom's funeral and never came back until now! If her dad lied to her, if really her dad said another bullshit lie and the bigger and more painful of all she swears she's..! The anger is flaring so hard in her chest she almost can feel it burning her from within melting everything turning her into a molded alloy of fury and fear.

She gets in the street, at the other side of the road is the public library a large and snow covered place with crystal walls through which she can see rows and rows of bookshelves and computers, there somewhere must be an archive with records of all the newspapers published since the towns founding, Allison hesitantly crosses the street, her hands shaking and her teeth chattering and she's not sure anymore if it because of the cold wind or the fear that froze her chest and breathing.

She's tired, she's sick of all of this, the lies and the mystery, of being especial, and being unable of anything, she's tired of being herself and all the shit that has been going on lately, of her dad telling her lies and hiding things, and her friends too, she can't believe Stiles is actually capable of do things and know about werewolves and didn't told her anything, and is right now trying to save the life of the guy who probably murdered her mom and who is responsible for all the murders in the town the last three months, this is it she can't help it anymore, she just needs one last truth and everything will be over, the library won't open its doors until four more hours, but Allison can't wait any longer to know the truth she has been waiting her whole life and she's done with that shit.

….

"His wife?" Stiles repeats dazed, staring shocked at Derek's fainted face. "Do you mean Allison's mom?"

Doctor Deaton nods as he takes another syringe to get blood sample, the blood he tugs comes out in a dark and yellowish color that makes Stiles feel sick.

He murdered Allison's mother, he knows Derek can be an asshole, an idiot and grumpy piece of werewolf shit, but… He wasn't expecting this, but why not? Derek is a werewolf a despiteful and dangerous creature with the only porpoise in his life to slaughter villages and kill everything that moves, that's what he is, that's what his wolves are that's what Scott… no… no… Scott isn't like him.

"What are you so shocked?" Deaton says arching a brow, walking quickly to the herbs boxes and rummaging around.

"I don't know" Stiles replies sharply, he should have known.

"He didn't told huh?" Mocks the Doctor. "Anyway it wasn't as you're thinking!"

"He fucking murdered one my of friends mother!" Stiles growls with rage.

She suffered, she grow up without a mom, had to face her life without her, the most important person in the world left and because of that dying bastard in that table, how can't Deaton expect him to not over react? If it was his mom, he would have killed Derek already, maybe he should… he deserves it anyway.

"I told… it wasn't as you were thinking!" Doctor Deaton says back him, rummaging deeper in the boxes "Marin!" He grunts, "What the hell has been this girl doing in here?"

Marin! That's why! Marin tried to warn him that night in Halloween, but why she didn't tell him what was going on?

"I need a favor" Dr. D says sternly craning his neck to him.

"What kind of favor?" Stiles asks doubtful.

"Need you to find a flower for me, I don't know what kind of poison Chris used, all I can do is delay the symptoms but it will be for an hour or two, then he will definitely die" The man explains, addressing a couples of drawers and pushing a table a couple of feet away from Stiles.

"I don't care is better if he dies! He deserves it!" Stiles shrieks making a guttural noise with the back of his throat, he hates Derek he really hates him and wants him dead!

"You know if Derek dies…. Scott will never be human again" Deaton suggests arching a brow.

He knows about Scott! Oh god he knows!

"Don't look me like that, I'm not stupid of course I know you guys little secret" The man grins. "I have eyes everywhere" Assures with a sneer. "So… what are you going to do? Are you going to save Derek's life? Or curse Scott forever?"

Stiles hesitates for a second. "What do I have to do?" Replies with determination.

"It is easy actually… all you need to do is darken a candle" Explains the man throwing a lighter to him.