The bus pulled up to the California Motel just as the sun setted below the horizon. There were only like three cars in the parking lot. The engine of the bus turned off just as everyone got off.
"I've seen worse." Scott said.
"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles questioned him as we looked at the outside of the motel. Coach blew his whistle and came walking over to us with a handful of room keys in his hands.
"Listen up." He yelled. "The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely. And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by your little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves."
"I'm just going bunk with you two." I said, following closely behind Stiles and Scott as they grabbed the key to room 213. "This place gives me the creeps."
"Calla, I think it gives the owners the creeps."
"I wouldn't be surprised. Boyd and Isaac!" They turned to me. "I don't want any fighting from you two or I swear to God, I will kick both of your asses."
"Good to see you back in attitude, Calla." Isaac muttered before turning back around and heading to his room with Boyd behind him.
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Stiles and Scott sighed as they flopped down on each bed. I walked over and shoved Scott off one of the beds making him crash to the floor as I laid down on the bed.
"All right, so I have four." Stiles said as Scott got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Four?" He questioned Stiles. "You have four suspects?"
"Yeah, it was originally ten. Well, nine technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice."
"Stiles!" I scolded him as I turned my head to glare at him.
"So who's number one?" Scott asked. "Harris?"
"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead." Stiles informed him.
"So if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly comitting human sacrifices." I said, repainting the thought in my head. Stiles was quiet for a second.
"Yeah, I guess that just sounded way better in my head."
"Well, what if it's somebody else from school?" Scott asked. "Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know that he was killing people." Stiles sat straight up on his bed and looked over at him.
"Excuse me? I'm sorry, what? I-Yes, we did." He stood up and paced the floor by the window. "I called that from day one, actually."
"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought that it was Matt."
"I was serious. I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious. No one listened to me."
"Who would want to listen to you?" I questioned him, propping myself up on my elbows. "You're a scawny annoying non-supernatural teenager."
"Thank you, Calla." I smiled at him.
"Who are the other three?" Scott asked.
"Derek's sister, Cora. No one knows anything about her."
"Uh, actually, that's a lie." I said. "She's, uh, seventeen years old. She escaped the Hale House Fire when she was eleven. Derek was twenty I believe at that time. But she thought that everyone died in the fire and she ran to South America where she spent the past six years enrolling in school down there and becoming quite well in Spanish. After six years, she heard through the grape werewolf vine that Derek was now alpha and was building a pack and she decided to come back to Beacon Hills and that's when she got captured by the alpha pack and you know the rest. So, is there another reason why she's on your list?"
"Because she's also Derek's sister." I glared at him through narrowed eyes. "Next, your boss."
"My boss?" Scott and I questioned him in unison.
"Yeah, your boss. I don't really like the whole obi-wan thing he's got going on, you know. It freaks me out." Scott just sat there and stared at Stiles in confusion. "Oh, my God. Have you still not seen Star Wars?"
"I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie." Scott vowed.
"Just makes me crazy."
"Who was the last one?" Stiles sighed and collasped onto the bed.
"Lydia. She was totally controlled by Peter, and she had no idea, so..." We all sighed and fell back onto the beds on our backs.
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"Calla." The voice. That same voice that called to me on the bus. "Calla?" Stiles. I stood on the egde of the roof, staring down at the concrete below. I don't remember walking up here but now that I was up here, I felt like it was where I belonged the who time. The balls of my feet were over the edge so I was just balancing myself on my heels. "Calla, what are you doing?" I continued to stare down at the ground as I answered him.
"Do you know why I hate the phrase 'Fallen in love'?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah, because everything that falls, breaks." A tear ran down my face as I thought back to Derek's death.
"I had fallen in love and looked what happened. Derek's broken now. He's dead."
"Derek wasn't your fault, Calla." Allison's voice sounded right next to Stiles. "You know that. He died protecting his pack."
"I should have been protecting the pack. It's the alpha female's job to protect the pack. It should have been me to die but it wasn't. It wasn't me. I made a mistake because it wasn't me who died. So now I have to fix my mistake. I have to fix it. I have to make it right." I felt my body sway forward, my head becoming light.
"Calla, you're my best friend so if you're going to do this," Stiles paused for a second before continuing. "Then, just do me one last favor...Think fast." I quickly turned to see a flare coming at me and as a reaction, I put up my hands to catch it but the end caught my palm and burnt it. I roared in pain and felt myself losing footing on the edge. My right leg gave way and went over the edge and before the rest of my body could follow, something grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back onto the roof of the motel. I looked up to see Stiles and Allison crouching down beside me and I was completely aware of my surroundings.
"We got to get you guys out of here." Allison said, helping me up. "We gotta find Scott."
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"I can't find him anywhere." Allison informed us as we walked down the fire escape safely to the ground.
"Lydia, Stiles, go get Isaac and Boyd." I instructed. "I'll help Allison find Scott." We turned to go our seperate way but stopped when we saw Scott standing the middle of the parking lot, dripping wet with a flare lit up in his left hand.
"Scott?" Allison walked slowly towards the front of Scott as she called out his name softly again. "Scott?" Scott didn't answer. He just looked down in the puddle that he was standing. The rest of us followed Allison to Scott's front and I gripped Stiles' arm when I saw the empty red gasoline canister on the ground a couple feet away from Scott. He wasn't dripping wet with water, he was dripping wet with gasoline. He was going to light himself on fire.
"There's no hope." Scott muttered as he looked up at us.
"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope."
"Not for me. Not for Derek."
"Derek wasn't your fault." I insisted. "You know Derek wasn't your fault."
"Everytime I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."
"Scott, listen to me, okay?" Stiles said, stepping forward. "This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now-"
"What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?" Scott began crying as he spoke the words the pierced all of our hearts. "It all started that night, the night that Calla and I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? Calla, you and me, we were-We were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse." He started shivering as the coldness of the words started to get to him too. "We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all." Scott held the flare out to his side ready to drop it in the gasoline.
"Scott, just listen to me, okay?" I said as I stepped closer to Scott with each word that I spoke. "You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're-"
"Scott, you're our best friend." Stiles finished for me as he stepped up to my side. "Okay? And we need you."
"Scott, you're our brother. All right, so...so if you're gonna do this, then..." Stiles and I took a synchronized step into the gasoline with Scott and Stiles grabbed Scott's hand that held the flare. "I think you're just gonna have to take us with you. All right?" Scott began to sob as Stiles pulled the flare free from Scott's grip and tossed it away from us. Scott panted as a glint of relief registered in his eyes as he stared at Stiles and me. Lydia screamed behind us and dove into Stiles and me, knocking Scott and us out of the puddle with Lydia and Allison just behind us as the gasoline lit up into flames.
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The door to the bus opened and I awoke with a start as the coach stormed up the steps and glared at us. Isaac, Allison, Lydia, Scott, Boyd and Stiles all woke up too.
"I don't want to know." Coach said. "I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the annoucement, the meet's cancelled so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!" Students began to board the bus and as Ethan passed us, he sat down next to Scott. I scooted over to the seat with Stiles who sat behind Scott to listen to whatever Ethan had to say.
"I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life." Ethan said.
"Actually, I saved your life, but not that it matters that much." Stiles said. "It's just-It's minor detail." I flashed my crimson eyes at him to shut him up before turning my attention back to Ethan.
"So I'm gonna give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's still alive." I became light headed as the news echoed in my ears. The surroundings around me became unreal as I tried to believe what Ethan was saying. "But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either Callana and him joins our pack..."
"And kills his own." I breathed.
"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him. That's the way it works."
"Your little code of ethics is sort of barbaric, just FYI." Stiles said as Ethan got up to join seats with Danny.
"Coach, can I see that for a second?" Lydia asked as she stood up and pulled the whistle from Coach's neck.
"I'm gonna need that back." Coach snapped as he continued to walk to the back of the bus to talk to Ethan. Lydia sat back down and cupped her hand around the whistle before blowing into it. She pulled her hand away and showed her palm to us. Very fine purple dust coated her palm.
"Wolfsbane."
"So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Calla, Scott, Isaac, Boyd-" Stiles started to conclude.
"And Ethan."
"We all inhaled it." Scott said.
"You were all poisoned by it." Allison added.
"So that's how the Darach got in their heads." Stiles said. "That's how he did it." Stiles grabbed the whistle from Lydia and opened the window to toss it out just as the bus began to pull away from the motel.
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Everyone departed as soon as the bus arrived at the high school. I said my goodbyes to Allison, Lydia, Scott and Stiles and began to head to my motorcycle which was parked on the far end of the parking lot. After reaching it, I grabbed my helmet from the handles and strapped it around my head before climbing on and fumbling with the keys to start it. I cursed under my breath as I dropped them and when I bent down to pick them up again, something light touched my arm and I gave a small jump and yelp before looking up and seeing Derek's face.
"Oh, my God, Derek!" I gasped after I yanked off my helmet and got off the bike. His eyes were half open as he fought to stay standing but the cuts on his left shoulder and side were draining energy from him quickly. He began to sag and I grabbed his arm and drapped it over my shoulders to help him onto my bike. I put the helmet on his head and got on in front of him. I wrapped both his arms around my waist and hold them there securely with one hand and took off out the parking lot to his loft.
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I half dragged, half carried Derek up the steps to the loft, his right arm drapped over my shoulders with my left arm around him to support him as he dragged his feet. I used my free hand to yank open the heavy metal door and almost tumbled down the steps into the loft as Derek's feet wouldn't cooperate with him.
"Almost there." I whispered, mainly to myself to reassure my frantic mind and heart. "We're almost there." I got him to the bed. He sat down on the edge and slightly leaned forward. I crouched down in front of him and slowly lifted his ripped shirt up over his head. He winced in pain and my face screwed up as I felt the pain with him. I tossed the ragged shirt aside and looked at the claw marks on his shoulder and side. It looked almost like Scott's. Black blood was coming out as his body tried to heal the wounds.
"I have to find the others." Derek panted as he tried to stand up. I pressed my hand firmly down on his good shoulder to sit him back down on the bed.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Letting them know that I found you and you're still alive is the least of my worries right now."
"They think I'm dead. They need to know."
"Do you have any idea how bad you look? You're like one giant open wound. I'm not entirely sure you aren't really dead. So, right now, my priority is to get you fixed up and then tell them. Which brings me to my next question, why aren't you healing?"
"I just need time." Derek shifted his weight from one arm to the other as he looked down at the ground. "You shouldn't be here. You should have never had fallen in love with me, Callana." I blinked with confusion as he continued to stare down at the ground. The words came to a shock to me. Callana? Since when did he start calling me by my full name and was Derek Hale was telling me that he didn't want me to be here? Usually he would be saying that he couldn't stand being away from me.
"Why's that?"
"Because you didn't know me." He looked up at me and I can make out his brown on top of green eyes in the moonlight. "You didn't know anything about me."
"Maybe I had a feeling."
"It shouldn't have been a good one." He looked down at the ground again as he continued to speak. "Calla, you know I love you. I knew I love you right from the second I saw your face in those woods and you know that I would die for you, that I would kill for you. When I'm around you, I feel-You overpower me, Calla, and most of the time I like it. I love the way I am willing to submit to whatever you ask me to do. I feel weak around you but yet you give me strength to carry on. But everyone around me-Everyone gets hurt."
"I've been hurt before." He looked back up at me.
"Not like this." I stood on my knees and slowly rose to him, placing my hands on his thighs. His breath got ragged at my touch but he never took his eyes away from mine. His eyes flicked from my eyes, down to my lips and back again as I leaned in. I could feel Derek's breath stop as I tilted my head and gently touched my lips with his. He bit gently down on my bottom lip before I pulled away and pressed my temple against his. His chest rose up and down as he panted to catch his breath. As I was about to rock back onto the balls of my feet, Derek attacked my lips with a little more force, grapping my upperarms to stop me from going anywhere as I cradled his head in my hands. He fell back onto the bed, pulling me with him, our lips never leaving each other for more than a second as I started to send him into blissful heaven.
