For your information I started working on this the moment I posted the last chapter, so I have no idea when will come out, but I know without a doubt it's probably a long time. I'm just going to go with that, and no one can stop meh! To be honest I would have picked both sandwiches and then asked him to take the cheese off the ham and put it on the turkey club sandwich. But that's just me. Anywhore let's get to the chapter.
Bold- is texting
P.S I'm going to try something new in this chapter, that I did earlier but haven't done in a while.
(Christa)
I stared at the van, mentally glaring at Stiles, who had just made me die a little inside.
"My parents will be looking for me."
"No they won't, we already took care of that." I smirked and stopped listening to their conversation, resting a little more against the tree.
(Allen)
I looked up from my phone when a couple stormed into the police station, the woman looked like she had been crying and the man looked some what angry. I watched them as they walked over to the front desk and then were stopped by the Sheriff.
"What's the matter with you two?" The couple seemed flustered, like they wanted to scream in his face. The man who seemed calmer than the woman pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed the screen to the Sheriff.
"Stayed at a friend's house last night. Everything fine. Love you. Now Jackson hasn't been able to say I love you to us since we told him he was adopted 11 years ago." He furrowed his brow and put his phone away. "There is something very wrong here." I roll my eyes and looked back down at my phone, scrolling to Christa's contact and then texting her.
A- Hey Christa
C-Yes Allen?
A- You fucked up.
C- How so?
A- I'm at the police station and Jack's parents are here filing a missing person report.
C- That is a fuck up.
A- You think? I'll watch them, you just do what ever you guys have to.
C- Kay, bye.
A- Bye.
I looked over the short conversation again and sighed, we never really talk much and it's rather upsetting. With everything going on talking has become less of an expected thing and more of a far away dream. I watched them fill out a form and then leave, still as upset as when they came in. Tired and just done with the day I got up and left the station. Outside was my motorbike, which I used to drive back to Christa's. She told me I should call it home, but I can't. My home is in Picket Wisconsin, not here in Beacon Hills. I parked outside her house and walked up the front steps, knocking then entering the home quietly. Just not quietly enough.
"What are you doing home so late?" I looked around to see Lou on the couch in the Living room. I stared at her and watched her as she picked up a cup of coffee.
"I had to make sure something stupid didn't happen." I half lied to her as I made my way over, sitting down on the chair on the other side of the room.
"Really?" She took a sip from the cup. "Does it have something to do with Christa sprinting up the stairs when she came home?" I rolled my eyes and leaned back in the chair.
"Why do you care? It's not as if you actually want to know." She stopped drinking her coffee and glared up at me.
"She's still my daughter, no matter what has happened between us I will always love her." I scoffed and looked away.
"You don't have to keep pretending, we all know what you really think about her."
(Christa)
I sighed as I sunk down onto my bed, going over all the events of today and thinking about what might happen tomorrow. It's going to give me nightmares I can just feel it, but honestly I don't care anymore. I've noticed they're all just memories of a better time strung out on a line and then painted red. Honestly they've become more of a nuisance than an actual problem. Pulling the covers over my head I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes, all I see now is darkness, but I know within a few moments I will see a hell that I've created for myself. I can't stop them, so now I just wait.
- Time Skip to morning-
I woke up multiple times through out the night, each time I went back to bed I was greeted with a new horror created by my mind. Finally I woke up one last time at 6:50 am and finally decided that I should stay awake this time. I rolled out of bed, literally, and crawled over to my closet. Looking over the clothes I picked out a pair of leather skinny jeans and a red t-shirt with Stark Industries written across it. I know, I'm such a nerd. I took off my pj's and threw them across the floor, changing my clothes as slow as a fucking snail.
"Christa are you up?" Allen came into my room to find me on the floor, zipping up my pants. He stopped in his tracks and stared at me, I looked up at him. "What are you doing?" I rolled over onto my stomach.
"Isn't it obvious, I'm getting dressed." Allen rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Don't judge me." I glared at him as I stood up and walked over to get a pair of socks. He blinked and furrowed his brow.
"I wasn't judging you."
"Yeah right! You were definitely judging me." He rolled his eyes again and put his hands up in surrender.
"Okay, okay, okay. I give up, I'll be down stairs. If you want you can take my bike instead of riding with Victor, if you want." I looked back at Allen as I slipped on my socks and shoes. He was looking down at his feet, his hands deep in his pockets and he was leaning against my door. He was hiding something from me.
"Thanks Allen, I'd like that." Al looked up at me smiling, his eyes lit up with joy. He really is the only one in this household that I can trust. I walked over to him and gave him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek before I left him alone in my room. Heading down the stairs I grabbed my bag Allen's helmet and his keys, then quickly rushing out the door. I slipped on the helmet and straddled the bike, and as soon as I placed the key in the ignition I felt my phone go off in my back pocket. I pulled out my phone and looked at the message that I had just received.
Stiles- Hey Christa, do you think you could come back to the woods and help me take care of Jack-a-boy? He's just being very unreasonable, he's demanding that we let him go. I don't see why he's complaining, I mean I dressed him and fed him.
Christa- Did you lay him down for a nap yet? Maybe he's cranky.
Stiles- Great I'll try that.
Well now I'll have to call myself in, great. I went through my contacts and dialed up the school, making sure to *8 before I called.
"Hello, this is Beacon Hills high, how may I help you?"
"Hi this is Lou Rosemary, I'm Christa Rosemary's mother. I would like to call her in for personal reasons, she will return to school tomorrow."
"Okay, what grade is Christa in?"
"10, she's a sophomore." I listened as the lady typed in my name and grade.
"Okay, Christa Rosemary will be absent for the entire day and will return tomorrow?"
"Yes."
"Okay, well have a nice day Mrs. Rosemary." With a click she hung up and I smiled to myself before I shoved my phone back in my pocket, and slowly backed out of the drive way. Within seconds I was already going 40 mph, we lived on the outskirts of town so I really didn't have to worry about traffic. But, what I do have to worry about is my mission. The one that Rose gave me, the one that says I have to kill Derek Hale, who happens to be my one of my biggest idols and probably one of the only people who could understand me. And it's not just my mission that I have to worry about, it's also the fact that my 'mother' has found me and probably wants to help my Wendigo DNA get stronger. That's not even it! She's supposed to be fucking dead, but no, she is walking and talking like your average everyday Joe, but more pale. Allen probably wants to find the hunters who killed his parents, I should look into getting Lou into rehab, and I need to figure out who's fucking side Victor is on. Sighing I took a deep breath to try and calm down. I'm forgetting the most important thing in my life, my real mission to find my dad's killer.
It's almost been a year now since I watched his body be torn apart by Wendigos. I still own the clothes from that night, the blood of my friends still painted them, though the bright red had faded and harden to a muted brown. I even have Chloe's necklace that she was wearing that night, in fact I'm wearing it right now. Thinking about that made me reflectively reach up to my neck and grab the two necklaces that laid there. One was a golden crucifix with the words "La famille est tout ce que nous devons", French for 'Family is all we need'. Grasped tight next to the cross was a bear tooth, it was one from a bear that Chloe had killed herself. She like I, came from a family of hunters, though her's hunted bears and elk, while mine hunted traitors and murders. Sighing I let go of the charms and held onto the handle again.
"My life is such a fucking mess." I slowed down and turned into a muddled path at the edge of the forest that had been beaten down by Stiles's Jeep countless times before. I dodged large rocks and large pot holes, as to avoid damaging Allen's bike, but as luck would demand it, everything shall go wrong. I felt something big and heavy crash into my side, knocking me off the bike and into a tree. Sometime during my flight Allen's helmet got thrown off and flung somewhere on the forest floor. When I collided with the tree I heard my spine and skull crack multiple times, before I hit the ground and heard my arm break. Quickly I focused on my broken bones and willed them to heal as I slowly tried to get up, this too went very wrong.
"Stay down beta." I heard that every harsh and deep voice resonate through my body as he demanded me to stay down. And just like all the other times, I was rendered helpless when his scent filled my nose and relaxed my body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before reopening them to see Derek Hale standing right in front of me, looking rather pissed.
"Why the fuck did you do that!" I managed to shout at him. He huffed and lowered himself so that he was nearly eye-level with me.
"Because I wanted to talk to you." I felt the blood in my body heat up and turn my cheeks red with anger.
"Couldn't you have called me or something?! That bike isn't even mine, it's my cousin's! You know the vampire?" Derek didn't blink or breath, he just stared at me, his eye contact unbreakable.
"Why didn't you tell me where you guys were taking Jackson?" He growled more than asked that, ass, and he totally just ignored what I said.
"Didn't you hear what I was just saying? That bike that you just hit is not mine, it's my cousin, and though he seems really sweet, when he gets angry all hell breaks loose!" Derek glared at me and slammed his hand against the tree, his fist just missing my head. I felt my body tense, but I didn't flinch or move away, I just froze.
"I don't give a fuck Christa, but what I do care about is why the fuck you didn't tell me where you were taking Jackson." I stared at Derek and held my breath. What the fuck am I supposed to say to him? Oh we just didn't trust you? No! That would jeopardize my mission and then the big boss would try to fucking kill me again! I don't fucking need that.
"It wasn't my decision." Derek blinked and just stayed where he was.
"So you were following Scott's orders?" I couldn't help but start shaking, it wasn't that I was scared, it was the fact that Derek fucking Hale was literally 2 inches away from me. I want to fucking die, oh my fucking God. "You were following someone else's orders?!" I flinched and shut my eyes, curling in on myself a little. "Look at me!" I opened my eyes but didn't uncurl.
"Please just leave me alone." He growled and grabbed my hair throwing me to the ground. Why the fuck is he being so mean right now?! What the fuck did I do to him!? Derek rushed over and pinned me to the ground, holding my arms above my head, I didn't even bother trying to escape this time.
"You should listen only to me! I am the alpha!" I shrunk away from him again, his scent still making me too weak to get away. He stared at me for a long time, not moving, not even blinking. "I'm sorry." I looked Derek right in the eye, trying to hold back the tears in my own.
"Why are you apologizing?" He scoffed and let go of my hands, standing up and running a hand through his hair. He reached down and grabbed me by my arm, lifting me up onto my feet with little effort.
"I was being a dick, it's just that there's something about you that gets me all riled up." I gasped and rubbed my wrist.
"Is it my scent?" I asked with a shaky voice. Is he affect by this just as much as me? Oh shit, oh shit! Derek looked up at me and made eye contact, holding it and making no signs of letting go.
"Yes." I felt my heart stop in that one moment, I felt everything stop. It was as if the world started moving in slow motion. This is no good, no good. "Why do you ask?" I breathed in and the world started moving normal again. Derek's voice had brung me back, and I bet it will continue to do that for years to come.
"N-no reason, but if you don't mind I need to find my helmet and go help Stiles with your abandoned beta." Derek's lip twitched when I called Jackson 'abandoned'. I turned on my heels and started looking for my helmet, which I admit wasn't too hard to find seeing as it was right behind the tree I hit. Almost all my bones had healed by this point, but I could still feel the bones in my arm grinding against each other a bit.
"What are you hiding from me?" I froze just as I got on my bike, my blood basically turned to stone by his icy voice.
"What do you mean?" I asked, looking over at Derek.
"You're hiding something from all of us, aren't you?" I stared at Derek, he hadn't moved from his spot at all.
"You shouldn't poke your nose into other people's business." Derek growled lowly. This is fucking bad, if he goes snooping he might get killed. "It might get you killed." He cocked a brow and shoved his hands into his coat pockets.
"Is that a threat?" I put on the helmet and started the bike back up, thankfully it wasn't too injured.
"It's not a threat Derek, it's a promise." With that I reaved the engine and sped off to finally meet up with Stiles. I can't believe I just said that, that was so cheesy, like fuck. Nothing else bothered me the rest of the ride, well no one else bothered me, but my thoughts. Yeah no, those were tearing my head apart.
Within the next few minutes, I arrived at the clearing where we left the van with Stiles and Jackson in it. I parked the bike and took off my helmet, resting it on one of the handles, taking the keys out of the ignition to shove them in my pocket. Quickly I made my way over to the back of the van, knocking on the door roughly.
"Open up, It's the cops!" I listened as Stiles swore and scrambled around to get to the door and unlock it. The doors swung open and Stiles snatched my arm, yanking me into the van and slamming the doors behind me. "What the fuck Stiles?!" I stumbled to regain my balance as I watched Stiles lock the van doors back up.
"Sorry, now please take a seat, take off your shoes, stay awhile." I rolled my eyes and sat down on the bench opposite of Jackson, knocking knees with him in the process. Stiles plopped down next to me. "Okay Jackson, you wanted another witness to your crimes, well here she is." I cocked a brow and looked from Stiles to Jackson in confusion.
"What now?" Stiles groaned.
"You just have to confirm that when I told Jackson about his transformation, is true." I nodded and looked to Jackson.
"It's true Jacky, I can say with full confidence that you are a Kanima." Jackson scoffed and turned his attention to the door.
"What exactly is a Kanima?" I sighed and leaned back. This is going to be like talking to a four year old, I can just feel it. God damn it.
"A Kanima is a snake, and unlike a werewolf, when you transform you seem to loose control of your actions." Jackson glared at the doors.
"What do you mean, 'loose control of my actions'?" I banged my head lightly against the van wall, feeling my patience slipping away from me. Thankfully, Stiles deiced that he wanted to talk again, giving me a break.
"Do you remember what you did the night of the semi-finals?" Jackson rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to us.
"Yeah I went home and slept." Stiles frowned and shook his head.
"Er! Wrong, now what you did do was try to kill me, Derek, and Christa." Jackson's expression changed slightly to one more of disbelief than anger. "Oh, and last night you tried to kill Danny." Jackson shook his head and turned his attention back to the door. "Hey it's just the tru-" Jackson snapped, cutting Stiles off mid sentence.
"Why would I try to kill my best friend?!" I frowned. This is all too surreal. Stiles paused staring at Jackson with a blank face.
"That's what Scott is trying to figure out." Jackson rolled his eyes and groaned.
"Oh great, yeah like I can trust him. You know I can have you prosecuted for holding me here!" I smirked and crossed my legs. Oo, this is my chance to seem cool, now don't fuck it up Christa.
"Well not really, with a good cause of um, oh I don't know, let's say that we were worried that you were going to hurt yourself, or someone else. Well then, we could hold you as long as we think necessary to keep you and others safe." Jackson stared and me in disbelief and Stiles nudged me in the side.
"Good one. Now Jackson, I have one more question for you. What happened to you the night of your first full moon?" Jackson glared at Stiles.
"Nothing happened, okay, nothing." I gasped and shot out of my seat.
"What do you mean nothing happened to you?! Something always happens to someone their first night if they're not dead already!"
"Well nothing happened to me okay!" I wracked my brain, searching for some answer as to why the fuck things have gone the way they have, but I couldn't think of anything. It just doesn't make sense, none of this makes sense!
"None of this makes sense!" I looked at Jackson, my body shaking with a mixture of anger and fear. A loud noise started to ring in my ear, kind of like an alarm. "You don't make sense!" Jackson scrunched his face.
"Hey don't you think I'm just as confused by all of this as you, if not more?!" I frowned and stared at Jackson. He's right you know, he's a victim of all of this. I shook my head and rushed to the door, tearing the lock off and exiting as fast as I could.
'He's so lost in all of this, an idiot who thought he was ready for the bite, but in truth he was as far from ready as you could be. Then what am I supposed to do, he's putting himself and others in danger, he's breaking our laws! Yet, I can't find it reason enough to kill him. When did killing him become your part in all of this?' I shook my head and crouched down on the ground. 'I mean he clearly has no control of himself, doesn't that kinda make him innocent?' I clawed at my skin, dragging my nails down my arms.
'No, no it doesn't. So does that mean he's guilty? No, no! He's just, lost, confused. But you just mentioned killing him, wouldn't that mean you do think he's guilty? Yes, I mean no, maybe.' Groaning I stood back and started walking blinding into the woods. 'Christa, what do you need, what would prove his guilt? A death, he hasn't killed anyone yet, so that means he can be saved, doesn't it? Ah, but what if he's already killed someone?' I stopped in my tracks, staring at the ground. 'Talk to Chris Argent, he has your answers, he has all the proof you need.'
I shook my head, and the ringing finally stopped. Looking up I realized I had walked at least 100 yards from the van in my internal struggle. Fuck my life. Sighing, I crouched down, wrapping my arms around myself in a hug. Should I really go talk to Chris, what are even the chances he would tell me anything. I could tell him I come from a family of hunters myself, but then he'll want to know my last name and a bunch of other stuff. I let out a frustrated scream, punching the ground multiple times until there are two dents in the forest floor.
After I was done throwing my fit, I realized that Stiles had been calling my name. Quickly I get up and head back to the van, calming myself down as much as I could in the short walk. When I got back to the clearing, another person was there. Allison had decided to join us, yay. I walked over and smiled awkwardly.
"What were you doing?" Stiles asked me, hands deep in his own pockets. I shrugged and looked back from where I came.
"I had to take a piss, didn't feel comfortable doing it where you could possibly see me." Stiles rolled his eyes and Allison chuckled slightly. "Anyways, what's up?" Allison frowned.
"Everyone knows that Jackson is missing." Stiles furrowed his brow and I froze, realizing I had forgotten to tell the others what Allen told me.
"But I've been texting his parent's this whole time, why would they get worried like this?" I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
"She's right, Allen was at the police station when they reported him missing." Stiles pulled Jackson's phone out of his pocket and stared horrified at it, before trying to give it to Allison.
"Here take this, we have to get ride of it or they're going to use it to track and find us." Allison refused the phone and Stiles groaned before sprinting to the cab of the van, hoping in and turning on what could only be the radio. I followed Stiles calmly, standing quietly as we listened to the radio.
"All available units head to the preserve, I repeat, all available units head to the preserve." Stiles looked back at me and then at Jackson's phone. He opened the contacts and clicked a random number before throwing it on the ground.
"Come on you two, get the fuck in this van." I nodded and hoped in the van, Allison right behind me. Once the doors were closed, Stiles started to drive,taking us who knows where as long as it was far away from Jackson's phone. When we stopped, we arrived to a place that could only be called an overlook. Stiles let out a heavy sigh as he put the vehicle in park.
"Now what?" Allison asked Stiles.
"Now we wait for Scott to get here."
Okay, I know it's not the greatest, but it's done...okay...good. So I apologize for the amount of time that it took me to write and finish this, but you got to realize I have a life.
I love you all, see ya next time... buh bye.
KumaraFrost666