HEY! How's everyone today, or tonight depending on when you're reading this. If you're doing good that's good for you, but if you're doing bad then...well sorry bruh. I have decided on how far the story will go and that would be Teen Wolf season 5a. Yeah we're this for the long run baby. If you haven't figured out what is happening between Derek and Christa yet, you will in this chapter. Anywhore let's get on with it, to the story!

Slowly I stood up and made my way over to Scott, I was beyond confused on what just happened, I think everyone is. Scott dropped the piece of glass and stared up at me.

"Well that happened." I nodded and held out my hand for Scott, he took it and allowed me to help him up. He quickly dusted himself off, fixing his hair and clothes.

"But why did it happen?" Derek commented as he made his way over to the two of us. Stiles was following him closely. "Why did he run away when he saw his reflection." I scoffed and put my hands on my hips.

"How do you it's a boy, it could be a girl for all you know." Derek rolled his eyes at me. "Okay whatever it's a boy, fuck it." Derek frowned.

"We should get out of here." Scott nodded his head and pushed past the three of us, heading for the door. The rest of us followed closely behind, though I kept some distance between me and Derek. We walked down the hall not saying a word. It was awkward and I didn't like it at all. Have you ever made a bad joke and then it was so cringe worthy that a long fucking pause followed it. It fucking sucks. Once we got outside the air seemed to get lighter, the open space was preferable after what just happened.

"So Scott, did you find anything?" Scott smirked and ran opened up the door to Stiles' Jeep, pulling out Stiles' laptop. He pulled a USB out of his pocket and plugged it into the laptop. Stiles and I rushed over and peaked over Scott's shoulder. "What's this?" Scott scrolled.

"It's the Bestiary, but it's in a different language. I don't understand any of it, but the pictures are pretty clear." Scott scrolls down to the picture of the kanima. "I mean this looks a lot like the creature." Derek stalks over to us and looks over our shoulders.

"It's a Kanima." I nodded my head. "This only confirms it, but I knew when it saw it's reflection and ran away." I closed the laptop and turned to face the boys.

"I thought so too." Scott tilted his head and stared at the two of us.

"Why would it be confused by it's own reflection?" I bit my lip and shoved my hands into my pockets.

"The kanima doesn't know what or who it is, it's a shapeshifter like us but, you know..." Scott and Stiles looked at each other and then back at me and Derek. Stiles looked up at the sky and then rubbed his chin.

"An Abomination?" I looked at Stiles and smirked.

"I guess so." Scott shook his head and stepped forward.

"This is no time for small talk, this kanima is as deadly as they come. We're all going to have to join forces if we ever hope to defeat it, and by all I mean the Argent's too." Derek shook his head and smirked at Scott.

"There is no need for that, I will find it and I will kill it. I promise you." I shook my head and felt anger boil in my stomach. He is such a fucking idiot! Derek turned and walked towards his car, opening the door and getting in. He rolled down the window and gave us one last smile before he drove off.

"He is going to get himself killed." Stiles and Scott looked at me and nodded in agreement. "The bestiary is in French, find someone to translate it for you." Stiles glared at me and took a step closer.

"Wait hold on, this sounds like you're going somewhere." I looked away from him and fixed my wet hair. "Well are you?" I let out a deep sigh and stepped back.

"Yes I am, but it's nothing I just need to go see Deaton about something." Stiles looked back at Scott then at me.

"Is something wrong?" I nodded my head. "Can you tell us?" I shook my head. "Why?" He asked me. I turned and rubbed my arm.

"It's just personal okay, if what I think is happening true..." I trailed off towards the end. "Then, I'm going to have some big issues with a certain sour wolf." Stiles tilted his head and licked his bottom lip. He was confused as was I. I had no real idea about what was happening, but I hope it's not what I think it is. "I need to go, he is going to close up soon." I didn't stay around to hear their good bye's and goodnight's, I had too much on my mind right now and I can't be filling the little space I have left with thoughts of how hot Stiles is. Shut up Christa! No! God damnit I'm arguing with myself, I don't think this could get any worst. I ran all the way to the animal clinic. When I got there I basically tore the door off, I slipped in and headed for the back.

"Who's there!" Before I could get into the back, Deaton came to the front. He smiled when he saw me and put down the scalpel he had carried out with him. "Oh what a lovely surprise." I smiled back at him and walked up to the counter.

"It wonderful to see you too." Deaton walked out from behind the counter and over to the front door, locking it and turning the open sign around.

"So what brings you here?" I let out a sigh and leaned on the counter.

"I've been having this problem." Deaton came over and stood next to me.

"With what, what kind of problem?" I fixed my hair and looked at a blank wall.

"Well it's kind of hard to explain." Deaton let out a sigh and shook his head.

"If this is some kind of lady problem I'm not the man to come to." I blushed and spun back around to face Deaton, slapping his shoulder in the process.

"Deaton! Really!" He chuckled and rubbed his shoulder where I hit him. "Sorry, it's just. Ugh, never mind I'll go on the interwebs!" Deaton quickly put on a serious face and grabbed my arm.

"No I'm sorry, please tell me what's wrong." I stared into his eyes and he stared back. I sighed and gathered my thought.

"Okay, so recently.." Deaton interrupted me like a good doctor does. God I hate it when they do that.

"How recently?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Uh maybe two days ago, three? I forget. Anyway as I was saying recently when I'm around a certain sour wolf I get all dizzy and stuff." Deaton blinked and tilted his head in confusion.

"Dizzy and stuff? Like what kind of stuff?" I bit the inside of my cheek and pursed my lips.

"Like I feel like fainting, sometimes I do but only when I touch him. He has this really nice smell and I don't feel like doing anything but being with him. I don't know if it means anything, but I know it's not normal." Deaton raised a brow and smiled, he looked like he was about to laugh.

"No you're right it's not normal, but it's not bad either." What the fuck does that mean? Stop being a fucking riddler! I am not Batman, I'm not the worlds greatest detective! Okay maybe I am, I'm pretty good at figuring things out. Maybe not Batman, but I sure am Sherlock.

"So what does that mean?" Deaton closed his eyes and shook his head slightly.

"Sorry to tell you Christa but you have an infatuation for Mr. Sour Wolf." I stared hard at him.

"What?"

"Yearning, attachment, your equivalent, other half, sidekick, playmate." My eyes went wide. No! No, no, no, no, no. He is not saying what I think he's saying. Derek is not my mate! The dude is a total idiot, even if he's hot.

"It has to be something else!" He shook his head and clasped his hands together. "I mean he doesn't act the same way around me! If we really are mates, wouldn't he be having the same problems as me?" Deaton nodded his head.

"Yes that does put a hole in my diagnosis, but you don't have a scent right now do you?" Fuck! He's right! I shoved my hands into my hair and grinded my teeth. This can not be happening to me. Christa Rosemary doesn't get a happy ending, or find love. It's not me! It's not what I do. Apparently Derek is the one I do. Stop that! No sexual jokes right now. Now is a time to be serious. Focus woman, focus!

"So what do I do, I can't just completely ignore him." Deaton nodded his head and put his hand on my shoulder, rubbing little circles into the muscle.

"If it affects your abilities that much you have two choices; one is to remove your scent blockers and tell him what's going on." Yeah that is a no go mister voodoo magic man. "Or I can give you some medication to suppress your needs." My whole world suddenly got brighter.

"Yes! Please! Why didn't you say that in the first place?" Deaton chuckled and shook his head.

"Alright if you say so. I'll go cook you up a batch, it'll take a while so go home for now and come back in the morning." I smiled at him. This man was my savior, he was fixing my entire world! I gave him a quick bow of appreciation before I turned on my heels and headed for the door.

"Thank you so much Deaton, good night." I waved before I opened the door and excited the building. Maybe things will get better now that I have this.

Sneaking into Allison's house might not have been the best idea, but I needed some girl help right now. I'm not saying Stiles doesn't help me, but this is one thing I can most definitely not tell him about. For some reason her window was open when I got up on the roof. Or maybe it's not weird, I don't know anymore. I slipped into her bedroom and landed silently on the ground. Her light was off and it looked like she was asleep, but I've faked it enough to see it. Slowly I crawled over to her bed, shaking her arm slightly when I got there. She opened her eyes slowly as if she was asleep, but again. I know the fucking difference.

"Christa." She whispered in a worried voice. "What are you doing here?" I looked at her with pleading eyes hoping she would be as kind to me as she was the night I first met her.

"Can we talk?" She looked at me and sighed. She nodded her head as she reached for her lamp, turning it on and momentarily blinding us both. With a grunt she sat up and pulled the covers off revealing that she hadn't changed out of her day clothes yet.

"Yeah I guess, what do you want?" She rubbed her eyes and looked at me. I huffed and sat down next to her on the bed. I looked at her closet and started to regret my decision to come here. Fuck me. I rubbed my shoulder and looked at the ground. Focusing my attention on a stain in her carpet. "Christa, tell me. If you don't I'll kick you to the curb." I looked back up at her and frowned.

"You wouldn't be so cruel." She chuckled and held a smirk of pure evil.

"Oh yes I would." I made a fake gasping sound and put a hand over my mouth.

"I would have never know the kind hunter would have a heart of ice." She did a sassy hair flip and smiled at me.

"I can be kind, and I can be cruel. Now speak before I behead you." I felt my face twitch as I looked back down at the ground. She was rhyming, but it was okay. It actually sounded like we were practicing for a play. Ha. I took a deep breath and looked back at the stain.

"Lately I've had some very weird experiences." Allison stared at me and held her breath.

"What kind of weird are we talking about?" I shook my head and punched her in the arm.

"Not anything like that you pervert." She frowned and whined over the pain.

"I'm not a pervert, so just continue." I sighed and focused back on the stain. It was weirdly shaped, kinda looked like a bat. Or maybe a triangle with a top hat? I shook my head and mentally slapped myself. I need to stay focused.

"Okay, so like I was saying; I get these spells of dizziness were I do, or I get close to fainting." She moved closer.

"Are you sick? Is it bad? Do you need to go to the hospital?" I shook my head and laughed.

"No, it's something way worse." I looked up at Allison and couldn't help but laugh, her face was of pure horror.

"Are you going to die?" She grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me straight in the eyes. Has anyone ever died from love before? Oh yeah Romeo and Juliet, though I'm sure Derek would never commit suicide for me. I'm not worth it and he would probably just move on and get with someone else. I pushed Allison off of me and rolled my eyes.

"No I'm not going to die," I paused and stood up, folding my hands behind my back. "You know about mates right?" I looked down at her and watched as she nodded her head. "Have ya heard of Werewolves and their mates?" Again she gave me a nod. I stared at her and pursed my lips. "I have one." I watched in amazement as Allison's eyes went wide and her mouth stretched from ear to ear. She seemed to glow with something like joy, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"You have a mate? Who is it? Do I know him? Is he hot? How old is he? What's his zodiac? " I covered Allison's mouth with my hand. What is this girl on? Seriously whatever it is I want some. I stared into her eyes and cocked an eyebrow.

"Are you going to continue if I remove my hands?" Allison gave me a quick nod and I took my hands back. Like she promised she didn't continue with the questions. Thank God. Though I could give her the benefit of the doubt and answer a few questions. I sighed and smiled at her. "You do know him, I don't know his age or his zodiac, and I don't know what you would consider hot, but he's not ugly." She smiled at me and started to bounce on the bed.

"You gonna tell me his name?" Should I? Can I trust her, I think I can. She wouldn't tell the others if I told her not to, right? The Girl Code is something all girls follow right? You know what, Fuck it. I'm going to tell her.

"Yes." She bounced a little higher and squeezed her hands together. She reminded me of a small child on christmas, waking up early and waiting for her presents knowing they would come at any moment. I cracked my neck and put my hands between my thighs. "His name is well written in your memory. You know of him, and from stories I have heard, you probably hold great anger towards him." She sat there silent, her happy expression fading ever so slowly as she narrowed down my mate in her own mind. With one final deep breath I gave her a name. "Derek Hale." Her face paled and she let her jaw drop. She stared at me like I just killed her dog or assassinated the president. Is he really that bad. I know that he didn't kill anyone important to her, the man that is guilty of that crime is very dead.

"You got to be kidding me?" I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

"I thought the same thing, but what said is said and what's done is done. So can we just go to sleep?" She stared at me, but after a few blinks she stood up and walked over to her closet. She grabbed an extra blanket and threw it at me.

"You don't mind sleeping on the floor do you?" I shook my head, picking up one of her pillows and throwing it on to the floor. I laid down the blanket and settled down into the mess. Allison rolled her eyes at me. "You are such a dog." I shrugged my shoulder and rolled onto my side. Ally stepped over me and got onto her bed. Once she was settled down she turned off the lamp and plunged the room into darkness. Maybe this isn't all that bad? God please let something good come out of this madness.

I tore his flesh from his bones, eating the muscle and veins. Letting the warm blood trickle down my throat and slip out of my mouth. His screams filled my ears and pumped through my blood, making it boil. I dug my hands deep into his stomach, tearing out different parts and shoving them into my mouth. I seemed to enjoy the taste of his liver the best, his heart second on my plate. Just the thought of the flavour my mouth froth and water. I looked rabbid, hair a mess and clothes stained in blood. My eyes were white as pure ice snow, and my teeth ragged and sharp like a bed of nails. My jaw dislocated ever now in then as to let me fill my mouth with more meat.

I looked disgusting. I felt like puking, but as this is a dream I cannot really do so. Watching myself eat Victor was mortifying. Unnatural and stressful. I had no doubt of what I was. There was no other answer to the question that hung in the air. I was part Windigo, and if that woman who says she's my mother, then it only makes it certain. She had the white eyes and the ragged teeth, her skin was also falling apart, as if it has lived a life too long.

Why am I cursed with such a life? I now not only hunger for blood, or raw meat, but now human flesh. What other atrocities run through my veins? What monster makes my heart beat? I wish I could end my life, take it and rid this world of me. Let my soul fall into purgatory and burn as it should. Heaven I do pray to, and God I do follow, but my soul is too black for those clouds of white.

My time of thinking ends abruptly when I'm suddenly shooken awake by Ally. I opened my eyes and adjusted to the morning light that was bleeding through the curtains. I sat up slowly, having previous experiences with head rushes I did not want a repeat. When my eyes focused Ally came into vision. She was already dress and it smelt like she had also showered. Her eyes were wide and she looked rather pale. I wonder why?

"Good morning Ally." She narrowed her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

"Ally?" I shrugged my shoulder and stretched my back out.

"A nickname and I don't plan to stop using it, so I suggest you get used to it." Once I was thoroughly stretched out I stood up and walked into Ally's bathroom. Turning on the light, I looked myself over in the mirror, I looked like a wreck. Maybe a hot mess? Nah. I turned on the faucet and splashed water on my face.

"So you're supposed to be dead right?" I turned to Ally as I dried my face off with a hand towel.

"Yeah." She was leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest.

"And my grandfather is the one who was talking with your family that night, right?" I nodded my head and put the towel on the edge of the sink. "Did you ever stop to think before you came to my house?" She spat at me with a bitter voice. I snapped my head back up at her with a puzzled look.

"What do you mean?" She threw her hands up into the air at this point, as if she was preaching to the heavens.

"My grandfather is staying with us you dumbass. He's taking me to school today, and that means he's taking you!" I rolled my head and cracked my neck. God fucking damn it. I sighed and combed my hands through my hair. "What if he does something, tell someone something and that gets you right back in that storage house!" I narrowed my eyes and glared up at Ally. "What? What is it?"

"Now that I think about it Ally, I don't think I remember saying why I was in that storage house. Also I didn't even mention your Grandfather being mixed up in all of this." Ally stepped back and pouted.

"You didn't? I thought you did." She shifted her weight and began to slouch, and her hands returned to their previous position. I stood up straight and stared her in the eye.

"You know something, you heard something. What are you trying to get me away from?" Her eyes avoid my own as she turned away to face her bedroom. "What are you so afraid of?!" I stomped over to her and grabbed her by the shoulder. Allison spun around and pushed me back into the sink. I don't know If what I did next was out of instinct or pent up anger, but what I do know is that is was wrong. I pushed off the sink and charged back at Allison, this time grabbing her by her next and throwing her at the wall on the other side of the room. She didn't stay down for a second, before she was back on her feet, charging right for me. She threw a punch at me and I blocked it with my forearm, a kick from the right and I yet again blocked it this time with my hand. I grabbed her leg and flipped her over. She barely missed the desk. I need to stop now, my blood was far too hot and my teeth felt far too sharp.

I took a deep breath and held up my hands in surrender when Allison stood back up. She tilted her head and shrugged, fixing her clothes she walked over to me while rubbing her shoulder.

"So you going to tell me what that was about?" I shook my head and took a deep breath.

"I don't know, but I'm sorry. I shouldn't have attacked you." Allison cocked a brow.

"I was the one who pushed you, I was the one who got you all worked up. Just so you know, you may be calm but." She poked my lips and smiled.

"Your fangs are still out." I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath, willing my fangs to go away. I opened my mouth again and smiled at her. "Better." She stood there for a little before she turned around and picked up her backpack. I grabbed mine from where I left it by the window and slung it over my shoulder. Ally turned to me and smiled, pushing some hair back behind her ear. "I could ask my dad to take us instead?" I thought about it, I really did, I went over the scenario a hundred times in my head and each time the outcome was no good. So I shook my head and turned to the window again. Opening it, I turned back to Allison.

"I'll just get to school how I got to your house." She shrugged and shifted her weight to slouch.

"Your loss." I huffed and slid out the window and onto her roof.

"I lost nothing here Ally, getting in your car is asking for death, it's like letting go of the rope that holds the guillotine above my head." She rolled her eyes and turned towards the door.

"Oh whatever, just get out of here before we head out and end up running you over." With that she walked out of her room and shut the door behind her. Actually it was more like a slam, rude. I closed her window and slid down the roof, landing in the bushes below. I ran out of the bushes and sprinted down the driveway. I reached the road and didn't even think of slowing down, not if I wanted to get to Deaton's to pick up those pills, and get to school on time.

I raced down the road and ended up at Deaton's quicker than I hoped for, I'm amazing I know. Slowly down I reached the door and rushed in.

"Deaton!" I yelled out and waited in the lobby for an answer. Silence. "Yo, you here?" I yelled out again. This time I was answered by what sounded like glass breaking, or hitting against something it shouldn't.

"I'm coming!" Deaton yelled back to me, while the noises continued. I waited, not long after I had found myself comfortable on one of Deaton's waiting chairs did he come out. He had a bottle of what looked like candy in one hand and in the other was his phone, which he quickly slipped into his pocket. Standing up I walked over to Deaton and held out my hand.

"What took you so long, were you watching porn?" Deaton flushed and shook his head.

"God no, I was putting finishing touches on your medication, I don't need you having side effects and have all my time I put into making these a waste." I rolled my eyes and opened the bottle, pouring out a pill into her hand. "Take one in the morning and take as needed through out the day." I nodded and put the pill in my mouth, swallowing with ease.

"Thanks Deaton." I closed the bottle and put it in my backpack. Deaton frowned at me while he leaned up against a wall. "What? What's wrong?"

"Are you sure this is the right answer?" He stared at me. "Is it right to just walk away from him like this?" I stared back at him, my back becoming heavy with the weight of the pills. I know it isn't right to hide from him, but what good shall come from talking to him. There is too much going on right now, too much I must do. My father's killer is still free, my family is poisoned with Gerard's words, a Kanima is on the loose, and his master still walks in the shadows. I looked up at Deaton and stared into his eyes.

"There is too much on me, love would only blind me from my path." Deaton rolled his eyes and lowered his head. Sighing I turned on my heels and walked towards the door, opening it and stepping out. When the door closed behind me I felt my shoulders become light. As if the gravity was stronger in the clinic then out. Though my next destination will surely have the weight of the world. Hiding my intentions from my friends, while trying to help them find out something I already know, without giving that fact away. If I could have no secrets and be empty of lies my life would be so easy. Yet I can't help but feel if they knew the truth, how horrible their lives would be.

When I got to school I was ambushed by Stiles, he had done some research last night, he had found that the Kanima is some type of were-jaguar from the south. It went after murders apparently, but the people that the Kanima has killed so far were not murders. He informed me about this in economics class, which was a bad idea when your teacher is Coach Finstock.

"Christa! Stiles!" We looked up from Stiles's notebook to see Coach who was red as a beet. "What are you two doing?" He shouted again. I looked at Stiles and shrugged. He quickly closed his book and smirked at coach.

"We were just going over notes." Coach's eyebrow reached for the roof.

"You were giving Christa notes?" He huffed out with a grin. I took a breath and stepped in.

"He was giving me the notes that I had missed. You know, I did change schools in the middle of the semester." Coach's eyebrows lowered and his grin flattened out. "He's just being a good friend." I spoke with a little whine in my voice, trying to play off that good girl vibe. Finstock rolled his eyes and crossed his arms as he made his way back up to the front of the class.

"Well that's good. You know why class?" He turned to look at the class, his grin back on his face. He waited for someone to answer him. "Hmm?" We all looked to each other, wondering if anyone would speak up. When no answer came, Coach clapped his hands. "Mid-terms, I recommend that you form study groups. Help each other out and all that jazz." I rolled my eyes, but continued to listen as he talked about the upcoming test...

Wait!?...Did I leave the stove on?

You idiot, how could she have left the stove on, she hasn't touched a stove the entire story thus far.

oh yeah, she hasn't has she? Oops, oh well. We can just right it off and blame her and my ADHD. Cus yeah.

That's stupid.

You're stupid...

Anywhore, I'm sorry that it takes me so long to post. High school is a bitch and my family has had a string of bad luck lately. We have lost many members in the last few months and comforting my father and mother has taken up a lot of my time. Yet I'm trying my best to post as soon as I can, while keeping the story quality.

Until next time, have a happy Easter and remember to dance like nobodies watching. Bye!

A certain nobody if you know what I mean