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Chapter Two: Cairde
Friends are known first in hardships.
I had almost forgotten that Stiles was going to come over until I heard the knock on my door around noon. I woke up early and, thankfully, healed all the way. I had taken a shower before I unpacked all of the boxes I had not been able to get to yesterday. I quickly finished hanging the painting of Venice I had done in the early nineteen hundreds before I made my way to the front door, opening it to reveal Stiles. He was dressed in simple blue jeans and a v-neck shirt with a plaid flannel on over it. Stiles was fidgeting slightly and he held two boxes in his hands, gesturing them at me and grinning.
"Uh, hey." Stiles said, somewhat nervously. "I was going to call, but I realized I didn't have your number. Actually, I don't even know if you have a cell phone. Do you? Have a phone I mean. We should trade numbers if you do, in case of an emergency or just if we needed to talk to each other."
"Please, come in Stiles." I said politely, stepping aside to make room for him to come into my house. I reached into my pocket and got the weird device that flipped Deaton had given me to make phone calls, handing it to Stiles. "Would you like anything to drink?"
"Oh, no I'm good for now." Stiles said, quickly punching in his own number before pressing a button on the phone. I heard the a ringing sound coming from his pocket and realised he must have called his phone so he would have my number as well. Before Stiles handed me back the device, he turned the phone around and made a funny face at it, sticking his tongue out. I heard a click and he turned it back around with a grin, showing me a picture of the face he had just made on the screen. "Now you get to see this face everytime I call!"
"You're ridiculous." I said, laughing a little bit at the ridiculous face he made. I put the phone in my pocket, and when I looked up I saw Stiles with his phone pointed at me, the grin still on his face. My eyes widened right before the click sounded again, and I rolled my eyes as he laughed at the picture he had gotten of me. When I looked at it, I chuckled a little as well; My eyes were large and I had a look of complete surprise on my face.
"So, I brought popcorn." Stiles showed me one of the boxes in his hand as we walked into the living room together. "Wow. Cool room."
My living room had a simple couch and a stand for the television inside of it with a low coffee table in between the two. What Stiles was most likely referring to was the couple of paintings on the walls, and above the fireplace were two broadswords crossing one another and forming an X.
"Thank you." I said awkwardly, before gesturing towards the box that held the television inside of it. "That is the television."
"Cool, I'll get started." Stiles said, rubbing his hands together before heading towards the big box and starting to tear into it. "So how are you feeling?"
"As though I got my arse kicked by a giant reptile." I replied, smiling sardonically.
"Yeah, I guess that makes sense, huh?" Stiles said with his back still turned to me. "You were pretty awesome last night though."
"Are you sure you would not like anything to drink? I am going to get a water." I told him, already heading towards the kitchen.
"Do you have coke or anything?" Stiles asked, pulling out cardboard from inside the box that held the television.
"Yes, I will grab you one."
I grabbed both of our drinks, walking back into the living room and I was shocked at how much he had gotten done in the twenty seconds it took me to get them There was a pile of discarded cardboard beside him, and the television was already sitting on the stand with one of the cords coming out of it plugged up. He plugged in some kind of box as well, and screwed in another cord. I watched him do all of this in silence, grateful he had come over and I did not have to sit and figure it out myself. I probably would have broken the television; His long fingers were nimble and set it up as though it was second nature to him.
"Voila!" Stiles said, turning around as I walked through the door and gesturing with both of his hands, as though showcasing the television.
"Thank you." I said sincerely, handing him a coca cola. He took it and popped the tab, taking a deep drink. "I would have probably either damaged the device or myself attempting to set it up."
"No problem." Stiles said, smiling easily "So, I was thinking about last night and I wondered if I could ask more questions."
I cocked my head to the side slightly, wondering if I should allow it. I honestly did not see the harm in it, if he asked something I did not want him to know, I would either change the topic or just tell him it was a taboo subject. I believe he would understand. "If you wish to know something, you may ask."
"Why didn't the Kanima venom work on you?" He said immediately, a curious look on his face. "You didn't paralyze like Derek did and I saw you get cut. I thought you were down for the count, but you stood up and charged at the Kanima as if it didn't bother you at all."
"A trait my people have is being immune to toxins." I explained, taking a seat on the couch and gesturing for him to do the same. Stiles complied, resting his drink on the coffee table and turning in his seat to face me more fully.
"That's pretty cool." Stiles admitted, looking at me as though I were a puzzle he had yet to figure out. I shrugged, not really knowing what to say, and just kept quiet. "Why did you come to Beacon Hills? Deaton said it was to help to Scott, but you contradicted that statement."
"I had to leave my home. It was not a choice, really, because my.." I stopped talking for a moment, wondering what to call Sean. "My friend across the pond knows Deaton. He set everything up for me, I merely followed the path he had laid out in front of me."
"Why did you have to leave?" Stiles asked
"That is not a question I am comfortable answering." I replied, my face hardening a fraction at the intrusive question. I did not think he meant any harm from it, but I still did not enjoy being asked. It was all too fresh for me.
"Sorry." Stiles said, wincing as he realised how personal a question that was. "Sometimes I just talk without thinking."
"It is alright." I said, shrugging as if it had not bothered me.
"That's all I can think of." Stiles admitted, looking at me before revising his statement. "Well, all of the things that are probably going to not be way too personal."
I nodded, and opened my mouth to respond, but his phone rang. He sent me an apologetic look before jumping off the couch and answering the call, stumbling as he did so. I started fiddling with the television he had just set up for me, and I was too distracted to hear what he was saying. I also know that it was frowned upon to hear things that were private; most mortals did not have hearing anywhere near as excellent as a Sidhes, and while my people were adjusted to dealing with everyone having that kind of hearing, mortals oft forgot and said things that were private without realising they were being overheard. Stiles walked back into the living room and made a face at me before spoke.
"That was Scott. I forgot I told him I would pick him up from work." Stiles said "Raincheck on the movies and popcorn?"
"Rain check?" I asked, confused
"It's an idiom; it means we will do it some other time." Stiles explained with a grin, chuckling a little
"Oh, then yes. Rain check." I said, getting up to walk him to the door. "Thank you again for setting up the television."
"No problem. I'll see you later!" Stiles said
"Slán abhaile" I replied in gaelic, waving goodbye.
"What does that mean?" Stiles asked, and I smirked because it was his turn to be confused.
"Literally it means safe home. It is a form of saying goodbye and to be safe." I informed him
"Learn something new everyday. Slan abhaile." He said, butchering the pronunciation and making me outright laugh.
"We'll work on it." I assured him, before closing the door and hearing him walk to his jeep, the door shut, and the engine start up before leaving my driveway. He was an interesting human.
"Hey!" Scott said, he and Stiles rushing over to where I stood by my locker.
"Hello." I replied slowly, taking in their apprehensive faces and disheveled appearances. "Is everything alright?"
"Derek thinks that the Kanima is Lydia and he is going to kill her." Stiles blurt out
"Why?" I asked curiously
"Because he is Derek! He kills things!" Stiles exclaimed, ignoring the elbow from Scott in an attempt to get him to quiet down. "Does it honestly matter?"
"I meant why does he believe that Lydia is the Kanima." I said, giving him a weird look.
"She got bit by an Alpha and she didn't turn into a werewolf." Scott said firmly "but she is our friend and we have to protect her. Will you help us?"
"I suppose. Where is she now?" I asked, figuring I would go along for now. If she had to be killed eventually, and that was a last resort, then I would reevaluate the situation then. Until then, I would help keep her away from Derek because they asked me too.
"Probably on her way to our Chemistry class." Stiles said quickly. I closed my locker and started to walk down the hallway, slowing when I realised they were still standing there and just watching me walk away.
"Are you coming?" I asked expectantly, my eyebrow raised
"Uh, yeah." Scott said, and they both fell into step beside me. "We expected more questions."
"We should get her to safety first. Questions will have to wait."
"Good idea. Do not let Erica, Isaac, or Boyd near Lydia no matter what." Stiles said seriously as we walked along the hall, getting close to the chemistry classroom.
"Got it." I said, nodding my head once.
We walked through the Chemistry classroom door at the same time as Erica and Isaac did. Scott and Stiles looked straight at Lydia before rushing to sit on either side of her, and I walked at a more casual pace to sit at an empty table diagonal from them. A moment or two before the bell to signify the start of class, Allison walked in and threw a questioning glance at Scott and Stiles for sitting with Lydia.
"What's going on?" Allison whispered to me, taking a seat at my table.
"If I have all the information correct, Derek is trying to kill Lydia if she fails some test that Isaac and Erica are going to perform during class." I said softly in a matter-of-fact tone of voice. Allison just gaped at me in return, a worried look passing over her face before she lifted her chin and a determined one settled across her face. She clenched her jaw before looking back at Erica and Isaac, who just smirked at her, and I watched as her knuckles grew white from the grip she had on her binder.
"Einstein once said two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity." drawled Mr. Harris, walking down the aisle in between tables before standing behind Stiles and patting him on his shoulder while he continued to talk. "I don't know about the universe, but I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." I snorted lightly at the insult obviously directed towards the spastic kid I called a friend, and he shot me a sour look in return. I smiled back innocently as Mr. Harris kept talking. "So, to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you are going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or, in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one. Erica, take the first station, start-"
That was when every boy in the class raised their hand, excluding Isaac, Scott, Stiles, and I, to volunteer to be her partner which in turn made the blonde haired girl smirk in satisfaction. I suppressed a chuckle at their stupidity and Allison just rolled her eyes, annoyed.
"I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal, little hands down." Mr. Harris said hotly, a glare settling on his face. "Start with Mr. McCall. Mr. Lahey, you are with Mr. Hyland. Next two-"
I tuned out the rest, waiting until he finished before grabbing my bag and cane, heading towards the table currently occupied by Isaac. I gracefully sat down in the vacant seat and began to pour the hydrogen sulfide in a test tube into a beaker.
"You know, you can't protect her forever." Isaac said with a leer. "Derek said you might even decide to help us."
"Did he?" I asked, humorlessly laughing while I swirled the contents of the beaker five times. "Derek does not know me."
"No one does. You don't know McCall, Stilinski or Lydia." Isaac countered, a smirk firmly placed on his lips. "Aren't the lives of many more important than the life of one bitch?"
"I am not interested." I said flatly "Pass the sodium chloride, please."
"Sure." Isaac said haughtily, grabbing the liquid and purposefully spilling it onto my sleeve.
I took my jacket off quickly and grabbed his wrist inhumanely fast, twisting it until I heard it break while casually looking around to make sure no one was paying attention. Isaac whimpered a little and I smirked as I noticed everyone too wrapped up in the experiments to pay any attention. I heard Isaac's heart speed up significantly as he tried to control himself and stop his body from shifting. I leaned over closer to him, whispering dangerously low into his ear. "If I kill all of you, I will not have to protect her at all. I have been doing this a long time and faced werewolves who were much more dangerous than you, pup." I grinned sadistically at him as the bell rang, signalling us to change partners. I flicked his nose before I moved to the next station. "Bad dog."
My next partner was someone I did not know, and we worked in silence unless one of us had to speak in order to read directions or ask for something. Once again, the bell rang, and I tried to get to Lydia next but Erica tripped me, which cause me to stumble for just long enough, allowing Isaac to take the seat instead. I took a seat next to Greenberg instead, a pasty boy who smelled oddly like cheese, and watched as Isaac slyly put a drop of a clear liquid on the crystal that had just formed in his and Lydia's beaker. Mr. Harris then explained that we could eat the crystal, and Scott stood up and shouted Lydia's name, causing the class to go silent and look at him.
"What?" Lydia asked, clearly annoyed
"Nothing." Scott said, sitting down with a defeated look on his face. "Nevermind."
Everyone in the room who knew what was going on anxiously watched as Lydia brought the crystal to her mouth and took a bite, munching on it slowly. I raised a curious eyebrow interestedly as nothing happened. Well, that was something. As soon as class ended, Stiles grabbed my arm and pulled me along behind Scott and Allison, going into the Coach's office and shutting the door.
"Derek is outside waiting for Lydia." Scott said, clearly stressed.
"Waiting to kill her?" Allison asked with trepidation
"If he thinks that she is the Kanima, then yeah." Scott replied "Especially after what happened at the pool."
"It's not her." Stiles said vehemently
"Stiles, she didn't pass the test." Scott said, an apologetic look on his face. "Nothing happened."
"Neither would I." I spoke up, causing three sets of eyes to look my way.
"What?" Scott asked
"I was not affected by the venom either. Well, my healing was slower than normal, but I did not get paralyzed." I told him, and Stiles sighed audibly in relief. "Maybe Lydia is immune as well. Especially if the bite did not affect her."
"It can't be her." Stiles reiterated
"It doesn't matter." Allison said dismissively "because Derek thinks it's her. So either we convince him that he is wrong or we have to figure out a way to protect her."
"I do not think they will do anything at school." I said musingly
"What about after school?" Allison said before a thoughtful look came onto her face "What if we can prove Derek is wrong?"
"There could be information in the bestiary." I said, thinking quickly
"Oh, you mean the nine hundred page book written in Archaic Latin that none of us can read." Stiles asked scathingly, causing me to frown at him.
"Wait." Scott said, looking at me. "Stiles said you were old. You can't read it?"
"No." I responded, shaking my head slightly
"Decades of experience and two letters is all you can say in response?" Stiles asked with a biting tone
"I'm old, not all knowing." I snapped, letting a glare slip onto my face. "I would have mentioned it by now if I could read it. Don't be a jackass."
"Guys!" Scott yelled just as Stiles was about to retort, looking between the two of us. "This isn't helping."
"Actually, I think I know someone who might be able to translate it." Allison's said hesitatingly
"Uh.. I can talk to Derek, maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove that it isn't her?" Scott said questioningly, before looking at Allison seriously. "But if anything happens, you let me handle it, okay?"
"What does that mean?" Allison asked, frowning
"You can't heal like I do." Scott said reasonably with a fierce, protective look on his face "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I can protect myself." Allison said, just as fierce and pulling out a crossbow from her purse with a determined look on her face. She grew concerned when she continued looking at Scott, an unidentifiable look on his face. "What? Did something else happen?"
"I just don't want you getting hurt." Scott said, his voice thick with love.
"I don't want you to get hurt." I said, caressing Dorgon's face as we lay in bed.
"What could hurt me?" Dorgon asked playfully, confidence radiating from him.
"Hubris." I replied seriously, catching his hand in mine.
"What would you have me do?" Dorgon asked angrily, sitting up in the bed and looking at me more directly. "You asked to come with me, to help me with my dream. You asked to help me win this war."
"I remember." I said quietly, cupping his cheek with one hand and watching the anger leave him. "It was the same day I said that I loved you like all the raindrops that fall in a summer thunderstorm."
"I do not understand what has changed." Dorgon murmured against my hand, kissing my open palm gently.
"I see your face, delighting in the blood of your enemies. The pleased look as you put their heads on pikes, for the world to see. It does not become you." I said, looking at him sadly. "Your greed for power is like a snake who wants to swallow an elephant."
"So you think me a monster, consumed by greed?" Dorgon shouted, pulling away from me instantly and climbing out of the bed, pulling on his robes angrily and sneering at me hatefully. "Do you fear me, my loyal subject?"
"I do not have fear." I said, standing up as well. "I have hope. Hope is all that guides me. It gets me through the day and especially through the night. The hope that after you leave my sight, it will not be the last time I look at you."
The sound of an arrow being released broke me out of my reverie. I looked up from the floor to see Scott holding an arrow inches from his face, looking at Stiles who was holding Allison's crossbow with a guilty expression. He slowly lowered the weapon to the table, eyes wide.
"Uh, Sorry." Stiles said sheepishly "Sensitive trigger."
Scott rolled his eyes, turning and walking out the door to go see if he could convince Derek to give us time. Allison stowed the crossbow in her purse, told us to find Lydia, and then walked out the door to track down whoever it was she had in mind to translate the bestiary. Stiles reached out to grab the door handle, before stopping and turning around to look at me awkwardly.
"I'm sorry." Stiles said, nervously tapping his fingers against the straps of his backpack. "I shouldn't have said what I did. I'm just worried, I care for Lydia. A lot. I'm afraid for her."
"No apology is necessary." I said briskly, attempting to walk past him. Stiles grabbed my arm, stopping me from walking out the door.
"You might not need to hear it, but I need to say it." Stiles said, his golden-brown eyes looking at me and trying to convey how much he meant it. "That's what friends do when they say fucked up stuff. They apologize."
"Okay." I said slowly, nodding my head in acceptance. "Then I apologize as well. For saying you are a jackass."
"Well, you weren't wrong." Stiles joked, attempting to lighten the mood.
I rolled my eyes at the self-deprecating joke, smiling a little to let him know all was forgiven, before jerking my head towards the hallway. "Let's go save Lydia."
We walked down the halls together, keeping an eye out for the strawberry blonde girl. Finally, we found her near the library. I glanced at Stiles, who gestured at me to go first. With a small sigh, I put on my most charming smile and walked up to where Lydia was.
"Hi." I said, keeping the grin on my face as Lydia quirked an eyebrow at me. "How are you?"
"How do I look?" Lydia said facetiously
"Uh, good. Beautiful as always, Lydia. You look good." Stiles stammered, a blush rising onto his cheeks which in turn made me roll my eyes. The boy could not even form a proper sentence? Seriously?
"Okay." I said amusingly, exchanging a glance with Lydia. "I was wondering if you would help me study?"
"Why?" Lydia asked
"My old school was a little behind Beacon Hills, and I think it would benefit me a lot." I told her, coming up with a believable lie. My face muscles were beginning to hurt, I was not used to smiling this much.
"You think you can flash that pretty smile and use that Irish accent and get whatever you want, don't you?" Lydia asked saucily, eyes flashing
"Uh, no?" I said unsurely
"Lydia, I told him how smart you are. He really needs help, and who could do a better job than you?" Stiles said, complimenting the girl and not stuttering once.
"Where?" Lydia asked shortly, rolling her eyes.
"Hey guys!" Allison interrupted, walking up to the three of us with a forced air of cheerfulness.
"Hey, Allison!" Stiles said in a weird voice, trying too hard to be casual. "We just told Lydia about studying together!"
"Oh, awesome!" Allison said, going along with it as though that was the plan the entire time. "Well, let's go then!"
We led Lydia through the library, our pace most likely suspiciously quick but Lydia didn't say anything. As soon as we got out of the library, Lydia stopped and was about to open her mouth when Jackson came up saying they needed to talk. Stiles told him it wasn't a good time, giving him a significant look, and Jackson rolled his eyes but nodded in acknowledgement.
"If we are studying, why did we leave the library?" Lydia asked, not moving and with a suspicious look on her face.
"Because" Allison said, thinking quickly "We are meeting someone else."
"Why didn't they just meet us in the library?" Lydia asked again, sounding a little annoyed.
"Oh!" Stiles said nervously, face palming a little over dramatically. "That would have been a great idea! Too late now!"
"Well, w-" Lydia started to say before Jackson cut her off.
"Shut up and walk, Lydia." He said, pushing her forward. The five of us made our way through the school, taking the long way. I was constantly straining my ears and keeping an eye out for any of Derek's pack. We hurried out of the back entrance, and just as we made it through the doors, I heard what sounded like claws scratching against lockers. I waved the others towards the Jeep, telling them I would catch up in a moment and ignoring Stiles questioning look. Glancing around, I saw a metal pole that used to be part of a fence laying on the ground a few feet from the door. I picked it up and hurriedly shoved it through the handles, effectively locking the door from the outside, before making my way to the Jeep as fast as I could while still maintaining my limp. I doubt that would hold long, but every second could count, so it was worth it.
When I finally got to the powder blue Jeep, I saw all of them sitting inside waiting for me; the passenger seat open. I climbed in and Stiles instantly put the car into drive and the tires screeched as we fled the parking lot. It was an awkward silence inside the vehicle until Stiles turned the radio on, bobbing his head along to the music and drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. It was not long before we were pulling up to Scott's house, and all of us got out of the Jeep, Stiles using a key he had to unlock the door before he waved us all inside.
I wasn't worried. Sidhe and Werewolves were actually pretty evenly matched; we were faster, they were stronger. They healed a lot faster, but we were usually a lot more experienced. The fact that most of them were freshly turned teenagers and inexperienced definitely made it to where the fight would be in my favor; the fight with Derek would be more up to chance, although I was willing to bet my experience would win out in the end. I'd had years to perfect my fighting style. The only problem was that I had to worry about defending the humans and fighting them off at the same time; not to mention I could probably take two of them, but all four at once? Even I was not that good.
All of us filed into the house, Stiles immediately locking the door and making sure that the window was locked as well. I strode through the house, looking to see where the back door was and how many windows there were to see how vulnerable we would be. I could hear Stiles making up some lie about there being break-ins, before dragging a wooden chair and propping it against the door, and saying there was also a murder in the area. I grabbed a pot from the kitchen, filling it with water before placing it on the stove and turning the heat on high. I made sure the door was locked and then waited until I heard Lydia and Jackson going upstairs before I went back to the front door where Stiles and Allison were.
"I put water on to boil." I informed them, peeking out the curtain and looking outside to see if there was any sign of the werewolves.
"What!" Stiles exclaimed, looking at me in disbelief "Now is not the time to be thinking of food!"
"Stiles." I said, exasperated "It's to throw on them if they enter the house, not to cook."
"Oh." Stiles said, giving me an impressed look. "Nice! You mean if they come at all, right?"
"I would say it is more of a matter of when." I answered, giving him a grim look before unsheathing my sword and handing it to him, hilt first. "If any of them get past me, chop off their head; it's the only way to know you've killed them for sure."
"Oh my god." Stiles said, looking green at the thought while Allison gave me a horrified look. "We aren't going to kill them though, right?"
"We may not have a choice." I told him, before looking at Allison. "I will cover the back door, they are more likely to come from there to attempt to surprise us. If they try to break through the front, call me. I will bring the water up here if they show up and after it is boiling. Allison, your priority is Lydia; do not let them near her. Hopefully, they won't get near the stairs but I need you to be her last defense. Everyone got it?"
I waited until they had both nodded before I walked to the back of the house, checking windows as I went and making sure no one was out there while I listened for any kind of movement. Distantly I could hear Allison and Stiles talking, but I tried to ignore it in favor of listening for noises outside the house.
"That's the most I've heard him speak." Allison whispered to Stiles, a quiver of fear in her voice.
"He's really relaxed when he isn't acting like a general." Stiles said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. I smiled softly, appreciating what he was trying to do.
They fell silent for a couple of minutes, and as it grew darker, I brought the water up to Stiles with a couple of pot holders. As I was walking back I heard Allison gasp, and I instantly spun around to head back that way. She took her phone out and called Scott, telling him that Derek and his pack were outside, before hanging up after he assured her he was on his way. My head snapped to the right as I heard someone running around the house, most likely checking out the perimeter; so they were not totally clueless to tactics, I surmised. I walked to the back, looking out there to see if anyone had posted up back there.
"What are you doing?" I heard Stiles ask
"I think I need to call my Dad." Allison said, and I could hear the anxiety in her voice.
"But if he finds you here.." Stiles said, trailing off "You and Scott.."
"I know." said Allison "What are we supposed to do? They aren't here to scare us, they are here to kill Lydia."
"But Cian-" Stiles started to say, trailing off again
"He is one person against four." Allison snapped, frustrated. She slowly took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I just.."
"I know." Stiles said "I have an idea. Shoot one of them."
"Are you serious?" Allison asked disbelievingly
"We told Scott we could protect ourselves. Cian can't fight four of them." Stiles said reasonably "So let's at least give it a shot."
"Okay." Allison all but whispered, so low I could barely hear it from where I stood, my eyes still scanning the back. I heard someone walking carefully along the side of the house, and I crouched behind the kitchen counter, out of view of the door. Hopefully, they would be too caught up in being silent they wouldn't notice my heartbeat.
"Listen, they don't think we are going to fight. So if one of them gets hit, maybe they take off. At least Cian would have one less to worry about, and it would buy us time until Scott got here. So shoot one of them. " Stiles was saying to Allison, encouraging her.
"Which one?" Allison asked, and I could hear her getting her crossbow out of her back and getting it ready to be fired. I drowned out the rest of their conversation as I heard the backdoor open and feet quietly crossing the kitchen. I saw as Isaac passed right by where I was crouching, and I silently followed him. Just as he reached Allison, I struck out with my leg to hit the back of his knee, causing him to stumble into her. Allison dropped the crossbow, and I smiled sadistically as Stiles poured the water on Isaac's legs, causing him to roar out in rage and pain.
"Go to the second floor. Guard Lydia." I commanded Allison sharply as she picked up her crossbow. The dark haired hunter nodded once before climbing the stairs, disappearing as she turned the corner.
I turned back to see Isaac getting up and threw him against a table, grimacing as the table shattered underneath him. I owed Scott's Mother a new coffee table for her living room. I was concentrating on Isaac when Stiles called my name, obviously a warning, but I did not catch it in time; arms encircled me tightly, squeezing the breath out of me. Isaac got up and grinned wolfishly as he started to walk towards me. As soon as he got close enough I kicked out with my feet, hitting him in the sternum, and then brought my head back hard to bash the person's nose who was holding me. I heard a satisfying crunch that told me it was broken, before I twisted out of their grip and faced Boyd. Boyd recovered quickly and threw a punch at me, and I grabbed his wrist before bringing my legs up and locking them around his neck, using the momentum to bring us both to the floor. I turned my head when I heard Stiles yell and saw him backing up from Isaac, my sword held out awkwardly in front of him. I let Boyd go, backhanding him with my fist for good measure, before I ran at Isaac, jumping on his back and wrapping my arms around his neck. With a snarl, Isaac grabbed me and tossed me over his shoulder and I hit the floor hard. I felt him kick me pretty hard in the ribs, one of them groaning in protest but I was pretty sure it was not broken. I did a kip up, landing on my feet, before throwing a punch, which he dodged, and then wrapping my legs around his neck as I jumped at him, sliding down slightly to elbow him in the ribs and grab his leg, ripping it upwards as hard as I could to throw him off balance, before I landed in a crouch, Isaac hitting the floor and Stiles gaping at me, my sword still held in his hands.
"Stiles!" I heard Allison shout from upstairs. "It's here!"
"The Kanima? Now?" Stiles muttered, more to himself than anyone else. I backed up with Stiles behind me as Boyd helped Isaac to get up, both of their eyes growing a dangerous amber. "You've got to be kidding me."
I watched as the two werewolves walked cautiously towards opposite sides of the room, neither of them rushing forwards and positioning themselves so that I would have my back to one if I faced off with the other. I mentally cursed to myself, I hated when they got smarter in the middle of a fight. What was I supposed to do now? I backed up slowly, trying in vain to keep them both somewhat in front of me. I heard Stiles let out a small noise as his back hit the wall, and I took a deep breath as I prepared myself for another round. I smirked in pleasant surprise as I saw Isaac crumple to the ground, Scott replacing him in the spot he had just been standing in. I instantly turned to face Boyd, who had a stunned look on his face which quickly turned calculating. Boyd was now the one backing up, until he reached the door and opened it, going outside the house.
"Did you see him run?" Stiles exclaimed gleefully
"That was a tactical retreat." I responded, watching as his face fell at my answer. "Boyd is probably the most dangerous, he has had some sort of training. He knew Derek was going to need him."
"Aw, man, you know how to burst a guys bubble." Stiles said with his shoulder slightly slumped, before cheering up almost immediately as he saw Allison and SCott heading down the stairs, Erica's paralyzed body thrown over Scott's shoulder. I grinned at Allison's self-satisfied smirk, and it morphed into a proud smile as she noticed me watching her. I nodded my head in approval.
Allison opened the door and Scott threw Isaac's unconscious body first quickly followed by Erica out of the door, both of them landing in a heap at Derek's feet. Stiles handed me my sword back as we all walked out onto the porch and faced them with serious looks on our faces.
"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott." Derek said, a modicum of respect on his face which quickly turned into a smirk as he continued talking. "You're not an Omega. You're an Alpha, of your own pack… but, you know you can't beat me."
"I can hold you off until the cops get here." Scott replied confidently, just as we all heard police sirens in the distance.
It was then that we all heard a hissing sound and saw the Kanima climbing out of Scott's window. I stole a glance at Stiles and felt bad for the poor kid as I saw the crestfallen look on his face. He had wanted it not to be her so badly. I was confused when I saw the look of relief appear on his face until I saw Lydia coming out of the house.
"What the hell is going on?" She demanded angrily.
I looked at Scott, who had a resigned look on his face as he figured out what that meant. He sighed before saying exactly what I had been thinking out loud.
"It's Jackson."