Warning: More of that suicidal stuff...

Disclaimer: I don't own anything so yeah come at me bro
Victor: Why would I come at you?
Me: Shut up, it's an expression

I looked up at my brother are eyes made contact and I felt like was giving me that look that said, 'say something please.' I looked down at my feet then pushed him away.

"Dad would be disappointed in you." My brother stared at me and I could feel his anger radiating off him in waves. "I mean he would want us to stay strong." I felt Victor grab my wrist and my chin, bringing it up and making me look at him.

"What is wrong with you? It's always dad this, and dad that, what about me and mom, we are still here, try focusing on us once and a while." I looked into his eyes, but I felt it no longer possible when he furrowed his brow. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

"You need to leave my room." Victor gripped my chin tighter.

"Why so you can think about dad more, his death is ruining your life, it's taking you over." I opened my eyes and slipped into a were wolf, changing my eye colour and letting my fangs grow.

"Get out." Victor growled and let go of me, and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Stupid boy, he just doesn't understand. I laid down on my bed and rolled over onto my side. I shoved my face into my pillow and groaned, my fangs dissipated and my eyes reverted back to their original colour. I laid like that for a good ten minutes before I rolled onto my back and looked up at the ceiling. It looks do plan and boring. I reached up at the ceiling and gripped my hand, I imagined grabbing it. I clenched my hand tightly, and let my claws regrow. I felt the claws pierce and cut my skin, I watched as the blood pooled and poured out of my hand. The pain was nothing to me, nothing compared to what my dad felt. I let the blood drip and cover my face. It's nothing.

"You really should stop doing that." I looked over to my side to see my mother standing in the door way. She walked over and sat on the edge of my bed. "It's not good f..." She trailed off not really knowing what to say.

"No, it's fine, besides It's the only way." My mother stared at me her face was very pale.

"What do you mean?" I sat up and smiled at her.

"It's the only way I can punish myself, and remind myself that I killed my father, and I need to find his killer, even if I die in the processes." My mother stared at me and grabbed my hands, she pulled the one that was bleeding to her mouth and licked it, healing it. "What are you doing?" My mother started to cry and she pulled my other hand to her chest and held them close.

"Why do you talk like that? What in the world makes you even think like that?" I looked at my mom and tilted my head to the side.

"But mom, your the one that blames me aren't you?"

-flash back-

I sat on the bench outside of my fathers operation room, his blood covered every inch of my skin and clothing. I rubbed my skin trying to get the blood off, but it just wouldn't. I don't think it ever will. It will always be there, won't it, like a curse. I looked up when I heard footsteps running over to me, there were two pairs, one for my mother and one for my brother. I stood up and started to walk towards them. Tears streamed down my and my mothers face, a scream of sorrow erupted from my throat and filled the entire hospital.

"Mom, I'm sorry!" I watched as the closer she got to me, the tighter her fist clenched. When I was only five inches away from my mother she pulled back her fist and threw it forward, right into the middle of my face, knocking me to the floor.

"You fucking idiot!" I felt as my nose began to bleed, mixing my blood with my fathers. I looked up at my mother who looked like a monster. "It's all your fault!" Victor placed a hand on my mom's shoulder and tried to pull her into a hug.

"Mom, you need to calm down." My mother pushed Victor away and turned back to me, even more enraged.

"You killed him, you know that? You and your fucking sow of a mother killed him!" I stared at my mom and shook my head, sitting up I placed a hand on my chest.

"What are you talking about, you're my mother... aren't you?" My mother shook her hand and tried to attack me again, but was stopped by Victor.

"Mom this is not the time to be saying something like this." I stared at Victor then let my gaze fall to the ground. I slowly hugged myself, gripping and clawing at my arms, something just felt so wrong.

-end flash back-

My mother looked at me and shook her head, reaching for my face she cupped my cheek in the palm of her hand.

"You know I didn't mean any of that, right?" I laughed at my mother and removed her hand from my face. I looked at her and smiled, tilting my head to the side.

"If you didn't mean it, you wouldn't have said it, right. That's what you've always told me." My mothers eyes widened and she got off my bed. "Right?" She looked like she was about to scream as she ran out of my room, tears streamed down her face, and she stumbled as she made her way down the stairs. I stood up and walked over to my door, grabbing the handle I smirked and closed it. Taking a step back; I hugged my self and walked over to my computer, sitting down in my chair and turning on the monitor.

When the computer was fully loaded, I opened up Google and logged into my fathers old account. Which for some reason they didn't bother to erase it, and checked for any news about last night, and there was.

BREAKING NEWS; FRANKLIN LAHEY FOUND DEAD THIS MORNING!

Franklin Lahey, age 48; was found dead this morning in his car. Cause of death seems to be from beastly cuts, he looked to have been attacked by an animal. There was no evidence found at the scene to help in anyway, but we did discover that Franklin had a son, his name is Isaac, and they don't seem to have the best relationship, so far his son is the only murder suspect but they need to question him to be sure.

The rest of the article was nonsense that I didn't care about, so I just closed the tab and shut down my computer. None of this was okay, I know that Isaac didn't kill his father and I knew what did, but I couldn't go to the police and be like; oh hey there I came here to talk to you about the murder of Franklin Lahey. The real murderer was a large mythical snake monster that lives for revenge. That would be so fucking stupid. Brrrrrr.

I almost jumped ten feet in the air when my phone suddenly vibrated, I pulled it out and noticed that I had gotten about twenty messages from Stiles, all about the same thing. I'm starting to regret giving him my number. I unlocked my phone and read the messages. They all consisted of yelling about Isaac and that he was a werewolf and they need to break him out of prison, but the last one got my attention.

Come to the police station by 9 pm if you want to help. My body shivered with anticipation, I needed to get out of the house, and not only that I get the chance to help someone break out of hold up. I hadn't done something that crazy in almost a year, and to be honest I missed doing crazy things. I giggled to myself and did a little dance, though my smile quickly pulled down when my face heated up, is this like a date?

I slowly walked down the stairs, making sure not to wake up my already sleeping mother and brother. How am I even related to such lazy people, it's only 8:40 pm, the fuck is wrong with them. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I realized something quickly. How am I gonna get there? As I thought about it something shiny caught my eye. It was my brother keys! I quickly snagged the keys from off the coat hook and shoved them into my pocket.

Quickly I opened and slipped out of the front door and made my way to the pick up. I made my way over to the drivers side and slowly opened the door trying my best not to make to much noise. I hopped up into the drivers seat and closed the door quietly. I put the keys into the ignition and turned the key, starting the truck up. Quietly I backed out of the drive way and travelled down the road. As I got closer to the police station, I slowed down and pulled out my phone and texted Stiles.

Hey I'm on my way. ~Christa

Cool me and my friend are sitting outside in my Jeep, just so you know. ~Stiles

Nice, so I'm gonna park half a block away then I'm gonna walk the rest of the way. ~Christa

Sounds good. ~Stiles

I pulled over and parked on the side of the road, putting my phone in my pocket I pulled up my hood. I pulled the keys out of the ignition and shoved them into my jacket pocket, quietly I got out of the truck and locked the doors, before I walked down the road to the police station. As I got closer my mind started to wonder, I started to think about Scott, then Deaton, and lastly my mind started to drift back to Stiles. I began to think about his stupid hair cut and his soft looking skin, the way that he stood up for me and made me laugh in class. He was nice, he was nice to me which is... amazing, I mean no one is ever nice to me, that isn't my family. Though Stiles is. I shook my head and dismissed the thoughts not wanting Stiles to find out I was thinking about him. When I walked up to the building I picked out Stiles's Jeep, quickly I made my way over and knocked on the window, Stiles smiled at me and rolled down the window.

"Hey maple leaf..." He trailed off and looked over my shoulder.

"Hey Stiles." I looked behind me to see what he was looking at and I caught a glimpse of a guy clad in black walking into the building. As I was looking at the door and I heard Stiles get out of the Jeep, walking up behind me he grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him and we walked into the building to hide behind a doorway. "What are we doing?" I whispered.

"Just let Derek do his thing." I scrunched up my face and looked at the man at the front desk talking to the lady who had the fortune of the night shift. Stiles bit his bottom lip as he pulled me with him as we snuck into the back room. Stiles ran over to the wall were a key lock was, he punched in a pin and pulled the key off the wall. He turned towards me and gave a curt nod before we headed off down the hallway.

We walked down the hall heading towards the holding cell, got about half way before we were stopped by a man who was limping. He looked both me and Stiles over before I noticed that he was holding a syringe in his hand.

"Oh shit." Stiles and me turned around and went to run away I got out of the man's reach but sadly Stiles wasn't as quick. I turned around to see the rugged man dragging him away with the syringe threatening to cut into his throat. I felt a growl rise in my throat and I ran after them, quickly catching up we stopped in front of the holding cell where the man finally let go of Stiles, letting him fall to the ground. I raced over and knelled down next to Stiles, checking him over making sure he was okay. He smiled at me and I sighed punching him in the arm.

"You scared me." Stiles frowned and turned around to look at the cells, I also did the same, with one glance I knew something was wrong and I knew the other two in the room felt the same way. Isaac's cell was empty. As we continued to look we paid no attention to the area around us, a mistake for the hunter, me and Stiles watched as Isaac attack the hunter, tackling him onto a desk for a second before pulling him back up and throwing him into the wall. I watched the scene play out as I listened to Stiles's heart beat and his movements, I felt his hand wrap around my wrist as he pulled us behind the desk and closer to the wall. I did not fight him, but I also did not turn my head away from the battle being played out in front of me.

The man was trying to fight back and inject Isaac with what ever was in the syringe. Isaac had a tight grip on the man's wrist, looked like he was breaking it, in the animalistic fury Isaac roared at the man and finally snapped the forearm, making the man drop the syringe. When the hunter when to hold his broken arm, Isaac grabbed his head and threw it back against the wall knocking out the hunter. As the man fell to the ground, a snap of glass breaking came from across the room, almost in sync me and Isaac snapped are heads to the sound to see non other than Derek Hale standing in the walk way. He looked up at Isaac who had turned his focus on me and Stiles, said boy backed up into the wall even more trying to put more distance in between him and Isaac. Derek looked over at us then quickly back at Isaac, as did I. Quickly I noticed that Isaac planned to attack us, the way he body was hunched and the pattern of his breathing clearly gave away to that fact. I felt my heart skip when he took a step forward and I scooted back closer to Stiles.

I was about to scream when Derek moved in front of Isaac and howled in his face, the pressure in the air changed and Isaac seemed to stop all movements, it became clear that Derek was an Alpha. Isaac's one fury filled face, morphed and altered into the saddest puppy face that I have ever seen. He backed up and crouched against the wall, curling into some what of a fetal position, whining like a puppy who had just been kicked. My ears twitched when Stiles's heart beat slowed and he sat up, he was more at ease and clearly happy that Derek had come to their rescue. He stared at Isaac just as I did and we watch as the angry beast shifted back into a scared boy.

"How did you do that?" I turned and looked at Stiles as did Derek, and as if I was speaking for Derek, we spoke in sync.

"He's the Alpha."
"I'm the Alpha." Stiles smirked at me and let out a deep breath that sounded like a chuckle. I blushed and looked back at Derek. "Sorry." He shook his head before he raised an eye brow at me.

"So are you gonna stay plastered to Stiles like that or can you move on your own." My eyes widened in shock when I realized that at some point I had clung tightly onto Stiles, there was like no space left between us. Blushing I let go of Stiles and stood up quickly scratching the back of my head.

"Sorry." Stiles smiled and shook his head.

"No need to apologize maple leaf." I smiled and backed away from Stiles. My ears twitched and I turned around quickly, the sound of multiple footsteps was coming closer. I looked back at Stiles who had gotten up onto his feet, but when I turned to look over at Derek and Isaac they were gone.

"When did they?" Stiles shrugged and walked to the middle of the room. "What do we do n-" I stopped talking and snapped my attention back towards the walk way when a police officer walked in and stared in disbelief at Stiles and me, he was soon followed by two other policemen. Me an Stiles looked around awkwardly, my mind began to race, trying to think of something to say that would get us out of this without getting into trouble, though with my many ideas, what came out of Stiles's mouth almost made me cry with laughter.

I watched as he pointed to the unconscious man and said, "He did it."