Warning: Suicide stuff and molestation you know if you don't like that don't read m'kay

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen wolf

"Scott!" Stiles yelled at the top of his lungs. Scott's expression changed for a split second, he was scared, but of what? Scott let go of my neck and let me fall to the floor. I watched as Stiles walked up to Scott and punched him in the stomach. Scott fell to the floor and writhed in pain. Stiles shook his hand and stepped away from Scott. "You, are a fucking ass hole!" I watched as Scott slowly got up onto his hands and knees, he looked up at me tears in his eyes.

"Scott..." I trailed off and he looked back down at the ground. Stiles walked over to me and grabbed me by my upper arm, he lifted me up off the ground, onto my feet. I looked back at Scott. "Scott!" Scott looked up at me, tears running non stop down his face.

"What, do you want?!" Stiles pulled me closer when Scott yelled at me again. I smiled at Scott and put my right hand over my heart.

"I promise, I wont say anything. So you can trust me." Scott stared at me for a few more seconds before he curled up into a ball on the floor. Deaton walked over to me and Stiles, he placed a hand on my shoulder and I looked at him. He smiled and me and then pulled me away from Stiles.

"I'm going to need you to come with me, I need to talk to you." He looked up at Stiles and put venom in his next word. "Alone." Stiles nodded and backed away from me. I walked away from them and followed Deaton further back into the building. Once I was in the next room he closed and locked the door behind him, but he kept the lights off. I looked over at Deaton and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Deaton sighed and folded his hands.

"I want to talk about you my dear." I groaned and shifted my weight.

"What about me?" Deaton rubbed his arms.

"Your sketch book, I want to see it." I raised an eyebrow.

"What are you some kind of art critique?" Deaton chuckled and shook his head.

"Ah, no. I try not to be, at least." I chucked and folded my arms. "No, but I really need to see your notebook." I sighed and pulled my backpack off and opened it. I shuffled through all my notebooks and pulled out my sketchbook. Deaton walked over and gently took the book out of my hand. He opened the book and started to look at my art. "You're really good at this, you know that?" I sighed and leaned against the wall of cages.

"I'm not that good, should've seen my dads work." I looked up at the ceiling and felt a lump grow in my throat. "He was amazing." Deaton shrugged and handed my book back to me. I took it and held it close to my chest.

"Well I haven't seen your fathers work, but I best yours is just as good as his." He smiled and turned around, he started to walk towards the door. Then he stopped and looked up at the ceiling.

"You're not human are you?" I stared at Deaton and lowered my head. "Are you?" I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.

"And If I'm not? What will you do to me?" Deaton shrugged.

"I wont do anything, but I would think it would be smart of you to tell your friends." I shook my head.

"No I promised my dad I would never tell anyone." My body started to shake, and I could feel the sweat building up on my forehead. "You can't tell them." Deaton turned back and looked at me.

"Don't worry as long as you keep your promise, I will keep mine." Deaton turned back towards the door and opened it, he walked out slowly leaving me alone in the dark. I growled under my breath and slid down to the floor. I bit my lower lip and dug my nails into my book. I felt tears build in my eyes, and my body started to twitch and shake. I dropped my book and yanked open my bag, I scourged through my bag and searched for my pocket knife.

I grabbed my knife and opened it, I placed the handle in my mouth and rolled up my sleeves. I took the blade out of my mouth and held it above my wrist. You're worthless! I pressed the blade down against my skin. You're filth. I dragged the blade and tore my skin. A Monster. I quickly covered my mouth with my free hard as a scream started to rise in my throat. A disappointment. The blood quickly poured from the cut in my wrist, pooling on the floor.

I sat there for what felt like 30 minutes, just letting the blood pool from my wrist, not letting my body heal. This is how I did it, how I reminded myself of how much of a failure I was. How I tell myself every day that I could have saved him, that I was a coward. That I had to move forward.

I stood up and pulled back down my sleeves, closing the pocket knife I threw it back into my bag. Standing up I walked over and picked up my drawing book and shoved it back into my bag.

"Maple leaf?" I turned around quickly, dropping my bag on the ground and looked at Stiles. "Why are you still back here? It's been an hour or so." I looked down at the ground in an attempt to try and hide the fact that I was crying. "Are you okay?" I listened to his footsteps as he got closer and closer until he was finally standing in front of me. He placed a hand on my shoulder and his other around my waist, he then pulled me closer to him.

I placed my hand on his chest and tried to push him away. I didn't really feel in the mood for a hug.

"I just needed... I needed sometime to think." Stiles let go of me and picked my bag off the ground, zipping it up he handed it to me.

"What did you need to think about?" I took my bag and slung it over my back. I looked away and pulled my sleeves down further.

"I just needed to think about, stuff." I took a step back and shifted my weight.

"What kind of stuff?" I looked up at him.

"You know, stuff." Stiles scoffed and stepped closer to me.

"If you needed to cry, you could have just told me." I looked over at him and he smiled at me, he reached out and cupped my check in the palm of his hand. He rubbed his thumb against my cheek, and rubbed the bags that had formed under my eyes. "I would have let you cry on my shoulder, you know that right?" I giggled and pushed his hand away from my face, trying to keep the fact that I was blushing hidden.

"No, no, no. It's fine." Stiles looked at me with puppy dog eyes and I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'm serious Stiles, I'm fine." He frowned at me and I grabbed my bag. "But thanks, next time I need to cry, I'll think about it." I turned around and walked to the door. "See ya Stilly." Stiles gave me a weird look before I hurried out of the room and through the operation room. Deaton said a quick goodbye to me as I left the building.

I walked the entire way home not wanting to bother Stiles any more. I walked past a few houses but was distracted very quickly and easily. Yelling, a fight? I looked a yellowish looking house, there was screaming and what sounded like crashes coming from it. I watched as a man who looked like he was bleeding, he hopped on his bike and started to ride further into town. I quickly ran after him, something was very wrong here.

I followed the boy into an ally way, and then I lost him. A thick fog rose and blocked my eye sight.

"Isaac!" I heard a voice yell out into the mist. "Where are you." I looked up quickly when a crack of thunder and lighting scream through the air. The signal for the rain to start falling from the sky. The cold water pelted my skin and soaked my hair. "Isaac is that you?" I heard the man call out again. I stared into the fog trying to see who was calling out, but all I saw was a shadow of what looked to be some kind of giant lizard. I quickly opened my bag and pulled out my camera, I focused the view finder and looked through it trying to get a good picture of the beast. "Isaac! Come on lets go home!"

I watched as the shadow lunged forward and the man who was calling out earlier began to scream in terror. The image of the beast tearing the man apart flashed through my head, I pushed off the wall and hurried forward trying to get to the man before the monster did. As I got closer to what looked like the shadow of a car, the fog got thinner.

"Hello?" I got to the car and froze, there was blood, a lot of it. I slowly moved closer and touched the man's face, he had a mark over his nose like he wore glasses, but they weren't on him. I looked down at the ground seeing if they had fallen off, and they did I picked up the glasses and put them in my back pack. "Poor thing." I lifted up my camera and started to take pictures of the wounds and of his face.

"What happened?" I looked over and saw the kid from earlier standing there, his body was shaking, he was about to cry. I stood up and put my camera away quickly.

"I don't! I just, I was just walking by and I found him." I stared at him and he looked at me with the eyes of a predator. "Please, I don't know what happened." He growled at me and then turned around and ran out of the ally. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "Fuck." I shifted my weight and groaned. Why do I get this feeling that this is going to back and bite me in the ass? I shook my head and started for home, for the second time.

When I reached my house I could no longer feel my fingers and my nose was running, it was an unusually cold night for California. I put my key into the lock and turned, when the locked clicked, I felt something touch the back of my neck. Then my body stopped moving, on it's own. My heart rate I could feel it slow down, and I watched as I lost feeling in my arms and they fell down to my side. My keys fell onto the ground with a silent clatter. I felt myself getting light headed and dizzy. I stepped backwards and hit something, or was it someone? I looked back behind me and saw a hooded man. He wrapped an arm around my waist and hugged me tightly before he let go of me.

"W-who, t ... fa .." Now my voice, what is going on? I started to feel my legs go numb, they became like jelly and I crashed onto the cement face first, cutting my head, I felt the blood drip from my forehead. "H...p." Fuck! I felt something on my back and it made me shiver. Was it his hand?

"You're really cute you know that?" I felt my blood run cold as a hand rested on my ass and gripped it hard. I felt heat rush to my face, and I felt someone's breath on my neck, something soft press against it. Lips? "Don't worry I wont do anything to you, yet." Next thing I felt was scales against my leg. My eyes went wide and my body shook. I have to get away, damn it Victor I know you still awake just look out your fucking window.

-meanwhile with Victor-

I sat on my bed and leaned against my window, the window creaked. I opened my laptop and set it on my lap, I opened Google and checked to see if my cousin was on-line. He was. I opened a chat with him and started to type.

-Chat log-

00:24
Hey Axel how you doing, any thing new?
00:25
Yeah nothing too exciting, how you and your sister doing?
00:26
I'm doing fine but I don't know about my sister, she got home pretty late last night and she still isn't home yet, I'm really worried.
00:27
Have you watched for her, maybe she'll come home if you're watching.
00:28
What does that mean...
Wait
I think someone is outside?

I looked out my window and I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my blood boiled and my body tensed so much I began to get cramps in my joints. Down stairs right in front of my own home there was some weird guy in a black hood, and a snake creature was molesting MY SISTER! I jumped off my bed and ran over to my door and forgot to open it, and ended up running into it.

"Ow, FUCK!" I stood up and shook my head, a blush forming on my face, I gripped to door handle and pulled open the door and ran out of my room, down the stairs and headed for the front door. "Mom! Hurry to the front door Christa's in trouble!" I heard my mom scurry around the house and to the front door.

00:30
What? Who's there?
Vic?
Vic?
Vic?
Okay I'll talk to you later, tell me what happened when you get back.

-end of Chat log-

I laid there on the concrete on the stairs in front of my house, with a creepy male touching and rubbing all over me. I felt tears well up in my eyes, and that's when the front door swung open, and a shadow lurked over me. A shadow of death, known as my anger ass brother.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing to my sister?!" His words were nothing but pure venom. I watched as he stepped over me and the man before had left my side, as did the scales that had rested against my leg. I heard another pair of footsteps exit from the house. Must be my mom. "Take her inside! I'll take care of them!" I felt my brother leave and run away.

"Christa, can you hear me?" I heard my mom ask. I slowly moved my head and looked up at her. "Looks like it was a Kanima." My body shook with fear at the reminder of the terrible beast and what it could do to so many people. What it could do to me and to my brother. "Don't worry Victor wont kill them, well he can't to be more precise, as long as my spell is still on him." My mother pulled up my arm and wrapped it around her neck, she grabbed my waist band and slowly stood up, pulling me up with her.

"Th ... ank ... y-you." My mother smiled at me and petted my head. She carried me upstairs and into my bedroom, placing me on my bed she removed my shoes and took off my jacket. She covered me up with my blanket and kissed my forehead.

"Don't worry you'll be better in the morning." I nodded as best as I could, I watched as my mom left the room and as she closed the door. I looked back up at the ceiling and whined. I hated this, this feeling of being helpless and useless. I wanted to cry, I really did, but I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried the tears just wouldn't come. I rolled over onto my side and covered myself up entirely with my blanket, and just let myself drift into darkness.

-In the morning-

I slowly opened my eyes, the early sunlight pouring in from my curtains and shinning on my face. I sat up slowly and rubbed my eyes, yawning and stretching. I threw my blankets off and sat up. I looked around my room and stood up.

"Good morning." I fell over and hit my face on the ground.

"Ow! What the fuck!?" I rolled over and looked up to see my brother, up early and full of energy as always. "What do you want?" He looked at me and smiled.

"Nothing just seeing if your awake." He walked over to my printer and picked up a pile of what looked to be photos. "Also I found your camera last night and you had pictures taken, so I took the liberty of printing them off for you." I smiled lazily at Victor.

"Thanks." He nodded his head and walked over to me and handed me the stack.

"No problem, by the way mom got you and me a day off from school." I looked up and sighed happily.

"Thank god, I was not ready for school today." I stood up and grabbed my yarn and tacks. "Can you help me?" Victor smiled and took the yarn from me.

"Just tell me what to do." I nodded, looking down I shuffled through the photos, I found one with the picture of the Kanima and handed it to Victor.

"Put this up over there next to those recent murder cases, connect them with the red yarn." Victor did as he was told and I watched him very closely. Once he was done I handed him a picture of the man from last night. "Connect it to the Kanima." Victor once again did as he was told, once he had finished I started to tack up the pictures of his wounds. Brrrrrrr. I felt my phone vibrate in my skirts pocket, I reached in and took it out. Unlocking it I went to my messenger and checked who had texted me. It was Scott.

Growling I ignored the message not bothering to answer and put it back into my pocket. Victor looked at me and smirked, but he didn't say anything. I went back to putting up the pictures.

BRRRR. BRRRR. BRRRR. BRRRR. BRRRR. BRRR. BRRRRR. BRRRRR.

My phone started to go crazy, not stop vibration. Growling I wrenched my phone out of my pocket and turned it off throwing it onto my bed.

"Who was that?" Victor asked me. I looked at him and whined.

"Just this ass hole named Scott McCall." Victor frowned and clenched his teeth. "Don't worry he didn't hurt me." Victor raised and eye brow. "I'm serious." Victor frowned and looked away.

"What ever." I watched as he moved over to my book shelf and pulled out five different books, all about south African and Greek folklore. He handed me on and smiled. "We should find out all we can about the Kanima." I nodded and took the books. I picked out one and sat down the others, opening it I skimmed through and found all the pages about the Kanima, I put post-it notes on them and got back to them later.

We sat there for about 5 hours, doing nothing but reading about Kanima. My neck was getting very sore and I was having troubling keeping focus on the words. I looked up at Victor who was still hard at work, he looked up at me and smiled.

"Something wrong?" I nodded my head and closed my book.

"Yeah, I need to draw." Victor chuckled and went back to his book.

"What ever." I crawled over to my bag and opened it, I pulled out my sketch back and pencil. I moved back to where I had made a butt imprint in the carpet. I set down and opened the book to the next clean page. I began to draw the anatomy of the Kanima and wrote notes on the side about the creature. "Christa." I tore out the page and grabbed a tack, standing up I walked over to the wall and put the picture up next to all the other pictures that I had taken of the Kanima.

"What?" I heard Victor close his book and stands up. He came closer and and wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me close to him. I leaned back and rested my head against his chest. I closed my eyes and sighed.

"Do you want to be free?" My eyes shot open and I lifted my head up.

"From what?" He turned me around and made me look at him.

"From your restrictions, your limits. Do you want to transform again, when ever you want with out having to fear being killed?" I stared at Victor and cupped his cheeks in my hands.

"Why? Do you?" Victor stared at me and leaned forward, he rested his forehead against mine and whimpered.

"Yes."