Hey guys! So I was looking back at the story and noticed something terrible. My grammar sucks balls! So I'm going to go back and fix it, I hope that you will be happy about it. And from now on please, please, please please! Tell me if you see grammar mistakes, comment about them! PLEASE! Also comment about the story, tell me what you think. Good, bad, some changes that I could make. Tell me your ideas I would love to listen! Anywhore lets get on with the story. This takes place during Abomination! See ya!
I quickly walked down the hall, trying to get away from English as fast as possible. I really didn't want to explain to Jackson what a fucking Kanima is, he might freak out. I mean Kanima's aren't the greatest creatures of the night. I wouldn't want to be one, when you're a Kanima you have limited freedom, and I already had enough freedom problems. I walked down the hall with my head down, I didn't mean to. It's just that I'm so used to it I do it naturally. Back when I was in middle school I was scared. I had no friends so I was always alone, and that made me a target for bullies. And contrary to belief, Canadians can be just as mean as any other people. They're just humans after all, and I'm not. I'm the farthest thing from human, I'm not even a werewolf or a vampire. I've been called many names actually; mutt, pig, abomination, freak, sometimes even plague. My thoughts were interrupted by the bell, signalling I should get to my next class like now. Picking up my speed I went from walking into a run. I made my way to Algebra, making it to my seat just before the teacher called my name for attendance. God I'm lucky. For once in my life.
"Here." Mrs. Hill looked up and smirked when she saw me in my seat. She likes me, I think? She looked back down at the computer and continued to take attendance. Letting out a sigh I relaxed in my seat.
"You are so lucky." I looked to my side to see the one and only Stacy. She is a friend, I guess that's what you would call her. "Did you do your homework?" I raised my eyebrow and groaned. "I'll take that as a no." I gave a quick nod then a pleading face. Like the puppy dog eyes and everything.
"Can you let me copy you?" She rolled her eyes and gave her open notebook to me, pulling out my own notebook and pencil I started to copy her work. I finished just in time for homework check too, thank the lord for Stacy. She has to be an angel. "Thanks." I passed her note book back to her and smiled.
"No problem Christa." She smiled at me and I smiled back. Maybe we are friends.
At the end of the school day I ended up noticing something weird, I hadn't seen Stiles since first hour. Nor have I seen Scott, Lydia, or Allison. What the fuck is this crap. They're probably off doing some 'important crap'. There is a lot of crap. As I was leaving the school I felt my phone vibrate, with great effort I managed to pull it out of my picket.
From-If Wise men walked among us; Come to the Clinic (A/n; the events that happened at the beginning of abomination are being postponed to the end of the day, of this day. SO DEAL WITH IT! And by that I mean when Stiles going to get his Jeep fixed)
To 'If Wise men walked among us', from Princess of the Maple- Why?
From- If Wise men walked among us; We need to talk. Also I would prefer if you came alone.
To 'WMWAU' (A/n; shortened it cus I was lazy); Okay sure!
Deaton was a good man, even though I have only met him twice I knew this for sure. I put my phone back in my pocket and walked in the other direction heading for Deaton's Clinic. I ended up running the second the school was out of sight. Not gonna deal with shit today! No pinning me, cus that's just crap! All the crap! I slowed down once the Clinic was in view. I walked up to the door and pushed it open, the bell making me jump a little. What? I forgot it was there okay! Otherwise I wouldn't have gotten scared. I walked over to the front desk and rang the little bell that sat next to the computer. Leaning against the counter I waited.
"Christa, come on every one's waiting." Lydia was the one to come out from the back room. She looked happy to see me, but she also had a deep fear hidden behind her eyes. Is something wrong? I could ask but I'm afraid to.
"Everyone?" She nodded her head and opened the little gate that kept people out of the back room. I followed her into the back where in fact just like she said, everyone was waiting. Stiles, Scott, Allison, Deaton, and Allen. Why was Allen even here? "Allen?" He smirked and fixed his hair which had fallen over his eyes. Rolling my eyes I walked over to where Deaton was standing, when he saw me he didn't smile. In fact he frowned. Do I was just thinking about how nice you are to me, don't screw up now. "Well I can't help but notice how happy you all are to see me." Deaton looked over at Scott and then at Allison. They shared a quick nod before he turned back to me.
"We need to talk about something." I nodded my head and leaned against the operation table.
"Of course that's why you called me here after all." Deaton clenched his jaw.
"Yes, it's about the hunters in this town, you know the Argents." I nodded my head and looked up at the ceiling. "Some of their men were killed recently, and the way they died is rather gruesome." I raised my eyebrow and pushed off of the Op. table.
"What does that have to do with me?" Scott walked over and grabbed my shoulder.
"I think you know one of them, seeing as he was trying to kill you." I growled and placed my hand over Scott's.
"You don't understand."
"So you are admitting to killing hunters?" I tightened my hold and pried his hand off of me, crushing his hand in the process. Dick bag. Lydia moved over and placed a hand on each of us, lightly pushing us apart.
"You have no idea what you're saying!" Lydia's hand rubbed circles on my shoulder in an attempt to calm me down. "It wasn't my fault." I said a little quieter. Lydia placed a hand on my face and lightly guided me to look at her. Her hands were soft and unscared. So pure. So sweet. Like a flower.
"Then explain it to us, help us believe that you're innocent." I stared into her green eyes and she stared into mine. We stayed like that for about a minute before we pulled apart. I nodded my head and she smiled. "See guys, it's not that hard to talk it out." When she said it like that it almost sounded like she was addressing everyone, but her attention was mostly on Scott. Dick Bag! "Now sit down and tell us your story." I went back over to the table and jumped up on it, sitting just on the edge. With a deep breath and a little mental encouragement, I found the courage to speak.
"Not the first time but the second time I went to check out the Hale house." Scott stared at me.
"Why were you there?" I look away and shook my head.
"Not important." Scott rolled his eyes at me and went back to his lazy posture. "While I was there, might I add I was minding my own business! Some hunter threatened me, like kill me threaten." Deaton scrunched up his forehead in confusion.
"How did he know you're a wolf, no one other than us and your family know that?" I looked at the ground for a second before I remembered.
"It was the morning I had that sick spell that forced me to change, though that has nothing to do with it. I guess since I was barefooted and all alone I was a potential threat, meaning he probably only thought I was a wolf." Deaton nodded his head in understanding and gave me the okay to continue. "Well he had me at gun point and I felt rather cornered for my life, so I." Scott yet again interrupted me. Dick! Bag!
"So you attacked him." I gripped the table and growled at him.
"I didn't want to hurt him, just to take his gun away so I didn't get hurt." Scott frowned not convinced at all. Dick!
"So what went wrong?" Allison asked, speaking up for the first time. At least she's nice about it. Scott.
"He shot at me when he saw my eye colour, at that point I knew he wouldn't go down easily, so I tackled him and ran. He chased me and I ended up tripping and falling over. When the hunter got to me he grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up onto my knees, at that point he held a knife to my neck." I paused for a moment to catch my breath and gather my thoughts, didn't want to mess up and give them the wrong idea. Though when I remembered what I did next I knew they could look at the body and find out if I was lying or not. So might as well not lie and make this harder on myself. "So I ended up breaking his hand, only to get away from him!"
"Okay, then what happened?" Lydia pressed this time. "And don't leave out any details, please." I tilted my head slightly before I nodded.
"I threw him and pinned him against a tree, there I threatened him and..." I paused suddenly regretting everything I did that night. "I choked him, but I was stopped."
"By who?" Stiles asked.
"My mother, my real mother." Stiles walked over so he was standing in front of me.
"But your 'real' mother is dead!" I nodded my head and looked away.
"Yeah I know, and she looked like it. White eyes, pale skin it was even peeling in some places." Deaton looked at me strange but he didn't say anything. He just let me continue to speak. "After I let him go he called me a coward, he didn't stop. He called my father a coward and disgraced his name. Then I got cold, real cold. Like back in Canada, and I blacked out." I left out the part about me attacking him. They won't mind. Hopefully. Deaton looked at Scott and Allison who seemed just as confused as he was.
"The body we found near the Hale house was torn to shreds." I looked down and felt my chest get tight. "You don't mean to tell me you did that?" I looked up at Allison and nodded.
"If it was near the house then it had to be me." Allison bit her lip and hugged herself.
"So you mean to tell me that you had tore open his stomach and eat his liver, left lung, heart, and small intestine? Along with all the other muscle and fat in the way?" I felt my claws dig into the table. Scott looked at me and narrowed his eyes.
"What?"
"What are you? What kind of person, or wolf goes around eating people?!" I shook my head and let go of the table. DICK BAG!
"I don't know!" Deaton rubbed his chin.
"That means you're the one who killed the hunter that was in the warehouse?" I covered my face with my hands, biting my lip and holding my breath. "Do you have any clue as to why you would be doing any of this?" I shook my head. I was lying. "Are you sure?" I nodded my head again before I jumped off the table.
"It might have something to do with my mother, but I don't know too much about her. If you want to see what you can dig up on her be my guest. Her name is Holly Riff." Lydia stood up and smiled.
"That's a really pretty name." Lydia shifted her weight over onto her left leg. (Hey get it cus the actor is Holly! I'm good at life can't you tell!)
"Yeah, sure. Well I'm going to be leaving." Stiles stood up and grabbed my arm.
"Wait." I rolled my eyes and halted.
"What? Why should I wait?" Stiles looked over at Scott then back at me.
"Umm... ah...ffff...eh...bleeee." I chuckled under my breath. Such a weirdo. "I need someone to walk with me to the car shop to see how my jeep is doing?" I looked up at Stiles and then over at Lydia who just shrugged.
"Fine. I will go with you to check on your blue, four wheeled, duck taped, seamless, God of a Jeep." Stiles smiled before he let go of my arm. "So let's get going before I change my mind."
I sat down in the waiting room and waited for Stiles to finish talking with the dick of the year. I crossed my legs and leaned back in the chair, looking out into the dark night. The clouds hid the moon and her stars, they kept the night dark and unapproachable. Like something out of a hour movie. I put my hand on the chair arm and pulled it back quickly. There was some goo on it! Ew! I whipped my hand on my shirt. Gross! This is all really gross. When I heard the door slam shut I looked over to see Stiles in a fit of balled up anger. What did that guy say to him?
"What's wrong?" Stiles shoved his hands in his pockets.
"It's gonna cost me a fortune to fix her." I uncrossed my legs and stood up.
"Stiles..." I didn't know what to say, it looked like he cared a lot about the Jeep. Maybe he would let me pay for it? "Stiles maybe I could..." I felt my voice get caught in my throat. I opened my mouth to try again but is was no use. I watched as Stiles pulled out his phone and began to text someone, and just like me he began to freeze up. I took one step forward before my knees buckled and I fell over, taking Stiles with me to the floor. Stiles phone slid across the floor a little.
"Call...9...1..." Stiles was unable to finish his sentence but I understood completely. Slowly I reached my hand up to his phone and punched in the number 9. I looked up for a second to check on the other guy. Even though he was a total Dick Bag, I want to make sure he was okay. He definitely not okay, he had been paralyzed just like us. Except he was underneath Stiles' Jeep, which was slowly descending onto him. I quickly looked back down at the phone punching in the last two numbers. 1. 1. Then I was helpless to watch as the mechanic was crushed to death by the Jeep. Then it got real quiet. Toooooo quiet. Are we in a horror movie? Damn it! At least I'm not black. (And there went half my readers ahhaha, sorry.)
I watched and waited for the Kanima to make a move. What I'm not stupid! I know what did this to me, I mean I did just do some research on them for Jackson! Speaking of the devil, he was running up to the door right now. Fuck! But the Kanima didn't break through the door, or do anything more, he just hissed at the door like a weirdo before he disappeared.
Then as if it was all staged I could hear the police sirens in the distance, getting close real fast. Still all I could do was lay there. Helpless. Fuck me. Fuck Lou. Fuck John. Fuck everything. I am fucking done. When the police pulled up to the building I started to get feeling in my body again. As did Stiles. Slowly I was able to push myself off the floor and sit up. Once I was up I helped Stiles sit up, just in time for the police to enter the building.
"What the fuck Stiles?" Mr. Stilinski groaned and dropped his gun. I feel like I gave him a nickname...damn it! It's gonna be Steve! Fuck it! Steve, re-holstered his gun and trudged over to us. "What happened?" I looked over to Stiles. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know, me and Christa just found him like this." Lier. Is it me or does everyone feel like the only way to protect their family is to lie to them. Doesn't that just make it worst for later when the truth comes out? It just doesn't make sense to me. St-, you know what screw that! I'm gonna call him Popo. Make up your mind Christa! NO! YES! Never rebel for life, vote for Christa 2016.
"Are you sure?" Stiles nodded his head. Popo rolled his eyes and stood up. "Get up." Stiles looked at me and I looked at him. Can we even stand up yet? I put my hand on one of the chairs, and with great effort I pushed myself up onto my feet. Awesome. I turned to Stiles and put my hand out. He took it and I helped him stand up. "Are you guys okay?" I nodded my head and smiled.
"Yeah we're just a little shooken up. You know, it's quite a mess in there. Like whoa, there is blood every where! His body is like split in half but not all the way, he's just holding on by his like intestine." Popo closed his eyes and shook his head.
"Okay, okay. Stop. I get it." I smiled. Yay. "Okay, get in the car I'll take you two home in a bit." Home? I slowly let my smile fade away into a frown.
"Do you think I could just stay at your house again?" Stiles looked at me strange before he looked over at his dad. Popo looked me up and down.
"Why?" Why did you have to ask? Huh?! God dammit! I shifted my weight and hugged myself. Well I could play innocent child or I could make a big deal out of this. At this moment playing innocent seems to be my best bet. Though no doubt Stiles will ask about it later. Well here we go. I pushed my hair behind my ear and slouched over a little. My eyelids dropped, and my voice went quiet.
"I just, I don't feel safe at home right now." Popo tilted his head and made a concerned face.
"Is this something the police should be involved with Christa?" I shrugged my shoulder and fixed my hair again.
"No, it's fine. I just need to stay away long enough for this to blow over and for everything to get back to normal." Popo rubbed his chin and shrugged his shoulders.
"Fine." My face lightened up a little and I stood straight again.
"Thank you Mr. Stilinski."
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just get in the car." I nodded my head and walked to the door with a little skip in my step. Stiles was right next to me the entire way. "Oh by the way." Me and Stiles turned in sync. "We're impounding the car for evidence." Stiles nodded his head and smirked.
"Okay, just wash him off thoroughly before you giver her back to me." Popo rolled his eyes and waved his hand walking over to one of the other police officers. Just then Stiles phone went off. Quickly he pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked it. When did he pick that up? Whatever. Stiles looked up at me and then back at his dad. "Hey dad, Scott is on his way to get me and Christa so don't worry about taking us home!" Popo didn't look back at us but waved his hand signaling that he got the message.
"So Scott is picking us up?" Stiles nodded his head before he pushed the door open and walked out. I followed him into the warm night, amused by the fact that just Stiles shivered. Really? What is it like 60 degrees out? How the hell is he cold? Oh right, California. "So what do you think about it all?" Stiles looked back at me and shrugged.
"All these murders? I don't know to be honest, all I know is that thing wasn't like Scott or Derek. It looked like a lizard for God's sake." I held my hand and stopped him from continuing.
"Actually it's a snake." Stiles tilted his head and batted his eyelashes.
"Why do you say that? Do you know what it is?" I put my hand down and coughed.
"Well, um you see it's just that it clearly paralysed us and that's something that snakes do. I don't really recall lizards doing that." Stiles stared at me a little longer before he questioned me again.
"So you do know what it is?" I blew air out of tight lips making a 'pfft' like sound.
"What? No, I just... really interested in animals?" Stiles rolled his eyes at me.
"Yeah right." I stared at him. I wanted to say something to make him feel better. I wanted to be able to tell him that everything would be okay, but if I did that would be lying. I had no idea who was controlling the Kanima, or even why. I don't know anything that can harm it or even kill it, but knowing Scott he would just want to help the guy. Which I doubt Jackson would be willing to accept their help. This was all crazy, but add the fact that I'm a hybrid of not just Werewolf and Vampire, but also Wendigo?! What is this world coming to? If I get hungry for human flesh again, who knows who will become my next meal? Just then Scott pulled up to the garage with what I could guess was his mother's car. As soon as he pulled to a stop he got out of the car.
"What happened here?" He sped walked his way over to me and Stiles.
"We were attacked by that thing, and according to Christa it's some kind of mythological snake." Scott looked at me and then back at Stiles.
"A snake, but it had legs didn't it?" This is where I step in.
"Yes Scott it has legs, but snakes didn't always not have legs. You are familiar with the story of Adam and Eve right?" Scott nodded his head. "Well, the snake had legs but after the devil tricked Eve, God forced it to crawl on it's belly for the rest of eternity. And if you want a scientific view on it, well then you can look it up by yourself." Scott nodded his head.
"Okay so it's a snake. Do you know how we can figure out what it is?" I nodded my head.
"Yes, we need the bestiary."
"Beastiality?" I coughed and covered my face.
"What the fuck Stiles?!" He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. "God, no. The bestiary is a book that holds the knowledge gathered by hunters over time. If it's anywhere it's in there." Scott nodded his head.
"Okay well you guys wanna go?"
The next morning was just like the last, minus me walking in on Stiles changing. Cus if that happened again, I think I would literally die. Good thing it didn't happen. When we got to school we found Lydia wearing a pair of pink gloves. I know I haven't known her very long like everyone else, but it was weird. Also I could smell blood on her. It was faint but still there. So instead of going to class when the bell rang, I followed Lydia. I'm not a stalker! Just curious. She went to the counselor's office and sat in the waiting room, Matt was sitting next to her. What is he doing in her? What is Lydia in here? Why am I so interested in these people? I hardly know them! Fuck it. I walked into the waiting room and sat in a chair across from Lydia. She smiled at me and I smiled back.
"Hi Christa." Matt waved to me and I couldn't help but frown. He was rubbing me the wrong way as of late. Not good for him.
"Hi Matt." Lydia turned to Matt and smirked.
"Your name is Matt?" He nodded his head and Lydia rolled her eyes.
"So why are you two in here?" Me and Lydia snapped our attention to Matt, who just seemed to back off a bit getting our message.
"Sorry I have an acute fear of people poking into my personal life." Matt rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.
"You know you're cute, but a little too narcissistic." I scoffed and leaned back in my chair.
"And you're a little too curious, like a cat." He looked at me and I raised my eyebrows. "What, cat got your tongue. Collar too tight?" Matt rolled his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
"Screw this." I stood up and walked over to Lydia, placing my hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me and smiled.
"I'm gonna go. Are you going to be okay?" She looked over at Matt then back to me.
"Yeah I'll be fine." I smiled and took my hand back.
"Well in that case I should be getting to class. See ya."
"See ya." I walked out of the office and headed down the hall, straight to english. Like a good student. Nah, it's too late to be good. Too late. Get it, cause I'm late. Yeah I'm gonna stop there. Blue bells? I stopped walking when the smell of the fresh flowers came to my nose. Quickly I started walking towards it. Maybe I'm the cat. Hmph. I've smelled this somewhere before. I don't remember when, but I remember that it was someone who carried this scent. The scent lead me out of the school and into the parking lot. How could I smell that from the middle of the school? The fuck? When I stopped moving, I found the one and only majestic black stallion of a car sitting in the middle of the parking lot. Derek Hale. He was the one that smelt of the Blue bells. Fun fact Blue bells are my favourite flower! (a/n; Bleeding hearts are mine!) Speaking of Derek, said man was stepping out of his car. "What are you doing here?"
"What can't come see a friend?" I rolled my eyes and then I got really dizzy really fast. "Whoa." I stumbled backwards and almost fell over, thankfully Derek caught me in time. Leave it to the king of douches! "Are you feeling okay?" Derek held me in his arms and placed the back of his hand to my forehead, pulling it back quickly. "You're burning up!" I rolled my head to the side, pressing my body closer to Derek.
"I just need some water." Derek helped me over to one of the tables and sat me down.
"Stay here I'll be right back with some water." I nodded my head and watched as Derek ran into the school, and realized very quickly that he was causing me to be dizzy. For the second he was 4 feet away from me I felt completely fine. What the fuck is happening to me! UGH! I stood up and fixed my hair which had fallen in front of my eyes. Stupid hair, it's getting to long. Like it's past my waist. Is that even normal? I'm saying no. At least for me it is. Then Derek came back out with a bottle of water.
"Oh hey there." Derek tilted his head and made his way over. "Wait!" Derek stopped and glared at me.
"I got you the water, you know like you said." I nodded my head and held out my hands, pointing at the ground below Derek.
"Yeah I know but, could you just set it down right there on the ground, and step back." Derek rolled his eyes, but nonetheless listened to me. Once he was a safe distance away from the bottle I walked over and picked it up. Taking a big, long, well needed drink. "Thank you Derek." He nodded.
"Yeah, no problem." He put his hands in his coat pockets and slouched a little. "So what are you going to do?" I looked over at him and shrugged.
"I'm not in the mood for class so I'm just gonna stay out here till lunch." Derek rolled his eye and stepped forward, me taking a step back.
"I meant about your family working with the hunters." I coughed and stared at him with a 'are you serious' face. "What?" I smiled and sat walked back over to the table, motioning Derek to follow.
"Derek, how much do you know about me and my family?" Derek scratched the back of his head and shrugged.
"Not much." I smiled.
"Then I'll tell you something." I took another drink of the water. "My family has always been Werewolves and Vampires. Two mortal enimes became one family and it was proven to make us immensely stronger than any other pack. Then about 200 years ago my family was hunted, but not for something we did but because of the name that others had made for our kind. The bad werewolves and vampires if you will. Angered and vengeful we hunted our own kind, and it worked. The hunters trusted us, even let us join the order. So since then we've been hunters and hunted, so there you have it Derek. I'm a 'hunter'." Derek glared at me before he scoffed.
"But I'm not bad and your family is hunting me and my pack." Derek seemed angered. I was angry. Why, and for what reason did my family have for hunting Derek? He didn't do anything horrible that I know of.
"Why are they hunting you?" Der shrugged his shoulders.
"Tells me it has something to do with Kate's death." I blinked and groaned.
"Geard is hunting you, even though you haven't done anything against the rules? God damnit." Derek smiled at me and got close. I wanted to move away but sadly, I was sitting down and couldn't move quick enough. So it came again, the head rush and fever. My heart sped up and my mind went blank. The world around me came blurry, all I could see was Derek. All I could think about was Derek. Oh and Blue bells.
Hey guys it's me! Sooooooo, I'm gonna play a game with you guys. Guess who is Christa is going to bed! Whoo *claps* Yeah, I have nothing better to do so this is it guys. Anywhore I'll see you guys next chapter. Bye!