I don't know when this is being posted, most likely after school is out since my laptop was reposed by the school. But now I probs have my own laptop that I'm finishing this on. IF I don't, then what am I doing with my life? Anywhore, sorry that the last chapter dragged on, and was rushed at the end. I just wanted to finish it so I didn't have to worry about it during finals. So I think I started a goal of posting once a month. I've been doing pretty good with that, but I slowed down and I'm sorry. Castiel, I need to stop saying sorry.
Anywhore here's the chapter, enjoy.
Me and Stiles ended up drinking about two or three more beers before anything interesting happened at the club. I just about finished my 3rd drink when Scott tapped me on the shoulder and pointed up at the ceiling above the dance floor. I followed to where he was pointing, to see Jackson in Kanima form hanging upside down on a support beam. I grabbed Stiles drink and sat it down before he could take another swig, also getting him to look at where Jackson was.
"Come on Stiles, we got to go get Danny. Scott you go find Jackson." Scott nodded and headed off for the stairs on the other side of the building. Me and Stiles got up and made are way onto the dance floor, weaving through the huge amounts of people. The people weren't our only problem though, so were great amounts of smoke and lights. I could hear Stiles coughing from the smoke, and I myself was having trouble with the green and red lights that continuously ran through my eyes. "Fuck." I don't know when it happened, but when I looked over my shoulder Stiles was gone. At some point we had been separated, and not did I lose sight of him, but also of Danny. Fuck my life, fuck it nine ways to Sunday!
I pushed past a few more people, trying to pick out Danny's scent from the other smells of cologne and alcohol. Fuck this is impossible! I pushed past a few more people, and finally I caught sight of Danny. Quickly I pushed past a few more people and reached out for the brunette's hand, but before I could grab it I felt something sharp on the back of my neck and screams pierced my ears. I watched helpless as Danny and a bunch of other people around me fell to the ground paralyzed. I stood there scared, staring into Jackson's eyes, as he stared into my soul.
"Christa!" I heard a voice in my ear, something far off but all too familiar not to recognize. I slowly turned around, trying my best to keep the venom in one part of my body, focusing all my healing onto the back of my neck. I stared at the door and listened to the sound of a wolf man's heart beat, and the thumping of his feet. Then as if thunder had struck the building, Derek busted through the door. He rushed past me and tackled the Kanima to the ground. I watched in horror as Derek raised his claws and sliced through the jock's neck.
The creature screamed in pain and crawled out from underneath Derek and ran for the door, escaping Derek and the building. I started to feel my knees go weak when I tried to take a step forward. Shit! Derek turned around and I swear to God I heard him whimper. You can not fuck with me! I know what I fucking heard, you giant puppy. My knees buckled and Derek was at my side in the blink of an eye, his arms around me, holding me tight against him.
"Are you okay?" I opened my mouth and made a squeak like noise, rather than responding with actual words. I blushed and put my hand on Derek's face, pushing him away from me. "Hey!" He let go of me and let me floor to the ground with a thud. "Fine if you want to be like that." I struggled to sit up, the venom still making my body weak, and I was still doing all I could to heal as fast as possible.
"Oh hey...Derek." Stiles walked over, doing his best to not step on or kick anyone. He smiled at us and pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I'm going to call the police, you know if you wanna run out back where Scott is." Derek looked from Stiles to me, then to the back door where Jackson had fled through just minutes before. I sighed and looked down at my hand, which was twitching involuntarily.
"Sure." Derek walked past Stiles, looking back at me as he made his was over to the door. He slipped out, the club's music now the only noise in the building. Stiles let out a sigh and crouched down so he was face to face with me.
"Did you get poisoned too?" I groaned and gave a slight nod. "So how are you still able to move? Does your weird mixed blood of something to do with it." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. Taking a breath I opened my mouth, finally having the strength to try and speak.
"M-my f-father, taught us m-m-many things." Stiles frowned and reached for my hand.
"Well it looks like you still can't move very well, so, think I can help you out of here?" Sighing, I nodded and lifted my arm, allowing Stiles to slip his underneath and grab my other side. "On the count of three, one, two, three." On three he heaved me up and shifted my weight onto himself. We walked slowly to the back door, so slow in fact by the time we got there, I could basically walk on my own. I guess that could also just be me, not having any patience for anything ever. I noticed that my fingers had stopped twitching, and the black spots that blurred my vision were gone. I smirked and stopped moving forward, calmly I pulled my arm away from Stiles and stopped leaning on him. "Hey, what's up? What are you doing?"
"Venom's gone, all better now." Stiles cocked a brow and crossed his arms.
"Just like that? It's all gone? What the heck?!" He threw his hands up at the last question, confusion painted his face.
"Yeah, I guess." He rolled his eyes and let his arms fall back down, slouching over in defeat. I laughed and took a step towards the door, but stopped abruptly when I remembered the copious amounts of people paralyzed on the floor. Quickly, I turned back to face Stiles. "Hey, wait. Are you going to call 911 or something?" Stiles looked down at his phone, which he still held tight in his hand.
"Yeah, might as well. In the mean time you go see what 'The Big Bad Wolf' and Scott are doing with Jackson." I nodded my head and reached for the door, stopping before I pushed it open. I took a glance at Stiles and sighed, mumbling under my breath.
"You're so lucky." Stiles, didn't hear me. Even if he wasn't on the phone with the emergency line, he still wouldn't have heard. Taking a deep breath I pushed the door open and walked out into the midnight air. Cool and crisp, yet somehow it was still warm. Must be that California weather. Blood was on the wind, slightly coaxing my inner vamp to lick my lips. Quickly I shoved the taste of blood to the back of my mind and took a minute to focus on the task at hand. Checking on Tweedledee and Tweedledum.
I looked around and eventually found Scott standing at the back half of a car. I made my way over and stood next to him, inside the car was a blood covered Jackson, and thankfully back in his human form. He looked scared as all hell, and I honestly felt bad for him. Poor thing. He looked at me and then at Scott, he kept opening and closing his mouth like her wanted to say something to me, but he just couldn't make it out. I crawled into the car, but was immediately stopped by Scott. I growled and looked over my shoulder, glaring knives at the wanna-be alpha.
"What?!" Scott looked from me to Jackson, then back to me.
"He could still be dangerous." I rolled my eyes and shook his hand off my shoulder.
"He's in shock, he will still be in shock by the time paramedics get here. Now do you want them to come out back here and find him, question him and take him to prison?" Scott bit his lip and ran a hand through his hair as he contemplated letting me 'help'. Finally he gave up and crossed his arms as he pouted.
"Fine, but be careful." I smirked and put a hand over my heart, acting shocked by Scott.
"Wait? Do you actual care about me Scott?" He rolled his eyes and turned his back to me, I giggled and turned my attention back to Jackson. He was literally shaking in fear. I sighed and crawled forward a little, keeping about a foot and a half in between me and him. "Hi Jackson, do you remember me? Christa?" He slowly nodded his head. "That's good, now I'm going to help you. Is that alright?" Again Jack nodded his head. I smiled and crawled forward even more, I placed my hand on his shoulder and flinched as I felt Jack's muscles tense up. I placed my other hand on his face, cupping his cheek in the palm of my hand. "Such a pretty face, it really is a shame." I tilted my head and cocked a brow. "Oh, but I've waited so long to do this." The hand that I had rested on Jackson's shoulder was pulled back, as I used the one cupping his face to hold him in place. "Nighty night." With that I threw my fist forward into his face, knocking him out on impact.
"Was that necessary?" I looked back at Scott and smiled.
"Yes, in fact is was." Scott furrowed his brow and shifted his weight onto one leg.
"Oh really?" I looked up as I was looking for answers.
"Yes I would say so, or would you rather we move him into Stiles' Jeep while he's flipping out?" Scott rolled his eyes and side stepped out of my way as I crawled back out. I grabbed Jackson's feet and dragged him along with me, letting Scott pick him up once he was half way out of the car. I shut the door and we quickly ran over to Stiles' Jeep. I opened the door and Scott threw him into the back seat. I sighed and groaned when I heard the sirens of ambulance and police cars draw near.
"Just in time." I smirked at Scott. then slammed the door, turning on my heels, walking back to the club.
"I'd say." Scott who was ahead of me grabbed the door and pulled it open, letting me go in first. So well-mannered. We walked in just as the first res-ponders did, great timing if you ask me. We quickly made our way over to Stiles, who was in the middle of a heated discussion with his father.
Half way across the dance-floor, Scott changed direction, heading over to what looked like Danny being loaded onto a gurney. I shrugged and left him to his Sherlock shit, deciding to focus on making it over to Stiles before he says something he would regret in the near future.
"Good evening Sheriff, strange isn't it?" I stood next to Stiles, trying to pull off an innocent look. He clearly wasn't buying it.
"Evening Christa, could you tell me why ever since my son started hanging out with you he's been getting into more trouble than usual?" I shrugged and laughed awkwardly.
"Sounds like a big coincidence to me." Mr. Stilinski rolled his eyes and shook his head looking down at the ground.
"Whatever, now could you tell me why you three are even here in the first place?" I looked to Stiles and he looked to me, he gave me a 'I got this' face. I let out a heavy breath and let Stiles take the wheel.
"We came here with our friend Danny, he just had a really bad break up and we came here to help him get back on his feet." His dad stared at him in disbelief, but shrugged it off and groaned.
"Okay, well I think you kids should get out if here." I nodded and stared to side step away.
"Sounds like a great idea! Come on Stiles, let's go."
-time skip- ( During this time is when Stiles put some pants on Jackson, I'm too lazy to write that part so bleh)
I hopped in the back of Stiles' Jeep, where we had moved Jackson, and basically slammed the door shut. Stiles snapped his head back at me almost instantly.
"Hey! Be nice to her, just cus she's old doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings!" I put my hands up in defense and chuckled.
"Sorry, didn't know. I'll make sure to treat her better." Stiles nodded in approval as he turned his attention back to starting the Jeep and getting us the fuck out of here. I sighed and put my hands down in my lap, looking over to my left where a passed out Jackson sat. I groaned and patted his face roughly, pushing him over. "So where are we heading?" I asked as I leaned forward, resting in between the two front seats. Scott shrugged and looked at Stiles expectantly.
"Well as much as I like to think my Jeep is the bat mobile, it's not going to hold Jackson when he wakes up." Stiles paused as he turned and read a street sign, chuckling under his breath about it. "So we are on our way to acquire a more suitable vehicle." I cocked a brow at Stiles.
"Acquire?" Stiles nodded and pulled into the parking lot of the police station, and parked the Jeep in an empty stall. Stiles smiled and took the keys out of the ignition, turning back to look at me.
"We're going to steal ourselves, a new bitch'n ride." I stared at Stiles, speechless of how blunt he was. I stared into the review mirror, carefully reevaluating my life and what I was doing at that exact moment. I was pulled out of my self instated purgatory when I heard a groan coming from next to me. Quickly I looked to my right, to my horror Jack-a-boy was waking back up. Why can't people just stay unconscious when they are knocked out?! He slowly sat up and swayed, trying and failing to open his eyes completely. I looked to Scott then Stiles, both had also noticed him waking up. Scott sighed and wound his fist up ready to punch Jackson.
"I'm sorry about this Jackson." I shrugged.
"I'm not." I chuckled and turned to Jackson, quickly throwing my fist into his face again, knocking him out...again. Scott stared at me while Stiles laughed. I smirked and sat up proudly, happy of my actions today. No matter how much jail time I can get for them, or the permanent stain on my record, or how many colleges will refuse me...God I hate my life. Stiles stopped laughing and looked back at me, giving me a hardy thumbs up. He then exited the Jeep and walked over to a transportation van, pulling out a set of keys and unlocking the back doors.
"So you going to carry Cracker Jack to the van or are you going to make me?" Scott smirked and shook his head.
"I wouldn't do that to you Christa." He got out of the Jeep and walked around to the door closest to Jackson, opening it and awkwardly pulling him out and throwing him over his own shoulder. "Or would I?" He then shut the door and left me alone with my thoughts. What the hell does that even mean?! Quickly I too got out of the Jeep and walked over to the van, watching as Stiles struggled to put Jackson in a set of handcuffs.
"So is that it? Is it that simple?" I asked Stiles and he shrugged, getting into the drivers seat of the van. "Really, you're not going to answer me!? Okay fine I can play this game too!" I pouted and hop into the back of the van with Jackson, closing the doors behind me and plopping down on a bench opposite of Jack. I chained him up and sighed. You poor thing, why in the world did you have to get caught up in all this. You're just a bystander, just like Chloe. I hopped out of the back and slammed the doors shut, stomping over to where Stiles and Scott were congregating.
"So what do we do with him now?" Scott asked us both.
"We could kill him." Stiles suggested. Scott and I stared at Stiles in disbelief.
"We're not going to kill him Stiles!" Scott glared and shook his head at Stiles. I shrugged and thought about it, I mean it's not that bad of an idea. Scott noticed my expression and probably knew what I was thinking. "We're not killing him, and that's final!" I rolled my eyes and rested my hands on my hips.
"Then how about we get him some food,
"Yeah that sounds like a good idea, you stay here with Scott." Scott and I nodded in agreement." Scott and I nodded in agreement. "Oh, also send a message to Jackson's parents telling them that he is staying at a friends house or something." Stiles tossed Jackson's phone to me and I nodded. "Okay, well I'll be back in a bit." With that Stiles turned around and walked back to where Scott had parked Stiles' Jeep.
"I'll kill you all you hear me!" I groaned and rolled my eyes at yet another empty threat from Jackson. I looked over to Scott, who seemed just as annoyed as me. "You got that Stiles! McCall! I'm going to kill you!"
"Stiles isn't here you dumbass!" Scott shouted back.
"Do you think he's going to give it up?" I asked Scott, hopeful that he would be positive about the situation. Alas, I was wrong.
"Nope." I frowned and shook my head. Where the heck is Stiles, he should be back by now!
"Let me out of here or I swear I'l-." I rolled my eyes and yelled back, cutting Jackson off.
"You'll what?! You're trapped in there remember, so just shut up and sit tight while Stiles comes back with some food for you. Even though you don't deserve it." Jackson didn't respond right away, he didn't even yell for a good 5 minutes before he started at it again. I groaned and slumped against a nearby tree. This has to be the longest, hardest, and probably the most annoying night of my life!
"I'm back!" I stood up straight and turned my body 180 degrees to face Stiles who was carrying a brown paper bag. I frowned at him and rested my hands on my hips, he stopped walking and raised an eyebrow at me and Scott. "What's wrong with you two?" I clenched my jaw and pointed at the holding van.
"Jackson is the most annoying thing on this planet, and we've been stuck here with him for what might as well be an hour! Why the hell did getting him food take a fucking hour!" Stiles shrugged and continued walking towards the van.
"There was a line at the deli?" I basically screamed in frustration before I plopped down on the ground, full on pout mode. No one can stop me now! I am in the zone. The zone is population me, I will win this war through pouting! I stared at the ground and groaned. Why am I such a child? I looked up when I heard the van doors open and close, Stiles had entered. I closed my eyes and focused on hearing what was going on inside the back of the van.
"Get these chains off me right now Stilinski!" Jackson demanded Stiles.
"No can do buddy. Oh and by the way those pants you are wearing right now, yeah I had to put those on you one leg at a time and let me tell you getting up close and personal with your junk was not the highlight of my day, so don't go thinking this is fun for me either." Stiles paused. "Now it's time to be real with you, you've been killing people Jackson. So until we can figure out how to stop you, we're keeping you locked up in this van. That okay with you?" He paused and chuckled under his breath. "Of course it is, now let's get serious, do you want ham and cheese or a turkey club sandwich?"
Hey guys it me again, now I know this chapter might seem rushed, but I'm reaaaly trying here. Sophomore is just more dickatry than I bargained for. So chapters are going to come out slower than before, and hopefully that means better quality (probably not). SO hold on and wait for the next chapter as I figure out how the fuck to run my life. Buh bye.
-KumaraFrost666