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D.P.O.V.

"I don't know." I was at a loss.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Marcie sighed.

"I just…I never thought someone that I loved was capable of this."

"I have to help him." Marcie had a blank look on her face.

"What? No way."

"Derek, I'm not letting Peter Hale kill any other Hales. He won. It's over." Marcie was staring blankly. Her eyes showed her fear and sadness. Her heart was thumping loudly.

"You're right. Peter isn't going to be killing any other Hales. But he will not win. Laura would have wanted us to fight."

"Good." Marcie smiled. "No offense, but you're a tad gullible Derek Hale." I laughed. Classic Marcie. "Now, how and when we kick his ass needs to be decided."

I furrowed my brows together, thinking. "He has to come to us first."

"How do we get him to do that?"

"I have a few ideas."

M.P.O.V.

"I like the way you think Hale." I looked at Derek. His smile was adorable. I smiled back. "But seriously, do you have any ideas on how to stop Peter?" Derek laughed.

"Really? That's what you're thinking about?"

"That and the fact I should probably find my pants." I smirked as I began searching for my clothes. I saw something glowing in my pocket, my cell phone. It flashed back and forth "CHYNA – 12 MISSED CALLS" "Oh shit." I groaned.

"Is everything okay Marcie?'

"Well my older sister is standing outside my house calling me and panicking so not really." I grabbed my shoes and raced out of the Hale house. "Bye!" I yelled after me. I was such a class act.

"Why didn't you call me back? Where are your shoes?" Chyna's blue eyes were saucers. I sighed angrily.

"Nice to see you too."

"What? You are my little sister." It was true. Even though we looked like twins, Chyna was five years older than me. Yeah, needless to say she didn't really ever want to hang out with me so I searched for friends elsewhere and met Lucy. When I was older, though she became a mother figure to me. I couldn't help but laugh. If only she knew.

"So how have you been lately?" She tried to change the subject. This was going to be awkward.

"Fine. What about you?" Chyna went off on one of her rambles talking about her travels and her job and her annoying friends that I didn't care about. I really needed to occupy her so I could call Derek. I kind-of felt like a bitch after running out of his house. I knew just what to do.

"Hey Chyna, can you excuse me for a second, feel free to make yourself at home…since this is your home." She eyed me but sighed and plopped down on the couch. I grabbed my phone and locked my self in the bathroom upstairs. I dialed Derek's number. He picked up on the last ring.

"Marcie? Did something happen?"

"Not yet. I just wanted to apologize for leaving so quickly earlier."

"Oh." Derek laughed. "It's not a big deal. Sister can be a pain sometimes."

"You're telling me."

"Anything else? I'm still trying to find a way to get Peter to come to us."

"No. Good luck with that."

"Bye Marcie"

"Bye Derek." I was about to hang up when I heard Derek clear his throat.

"Oh…how long have you had my name tattooed on your back?"

"Good bye Derek."

"But – "

M.P.O.V.

Chyna was snoring. Very loudly I might add. I sighed and looked at my clock. 2:14 am. Classy. "Ugh." I groaned and got out of bed. I was just about to turn to look out the window when I saw Scott hanging off the roof. I ripped open my window and he fell inside. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Derek said he needed me to get you." Scott shrugged.

"At 2:15 in the fucking morning? Besides, Derek has two arms and legs why couldn't he come here himself?"

"I don't know. He's just strange. And as to why he didn't come get you himself, he said 'She'll be safer with you Scott.' Whatever the hell that means." Scott's Derek voice was incredibly amusing.

"It's cool. I understand why he'd say that."

"Well then could you please explain it to me because I'm hella confused."

"When your older." I laughed and Scott pouted. "Are we going or what?" I gestured to the open window. We had made it down my driveway and we were heading across the road towards the forrest when Scott suddenly stopped walking.

"Scott?" I whisper-yelled. He slowly began to wolf up and stare towards the other side of the woods. "Scott?" I said louder this time. He didn't hear me and took of running. I took off after him yelling his name. Scott was running faster and faster until he stopped. I followed suit and smacked into his back at full speed. "Ouch." I muttered.

"Hello Scott." Peter Hale in full Alpha form was standing in front of us. "I see you brought a friend." I gasped. "Two for the price of one, I've always been a good business man." Scott, still in a trance just stood there. I however was not so lucky.

"What do you want Peter?" I tried to sound helpful and not incredibly annoyed.

"Well, Marcie dear, I want a pack. And to achieve that goal I need you and Scott to do me a few favors." Peter smiled a wicked grin.

"Like…?" I was afraid of what he would say next.

"Scott." Peter took a commanding tone. Scott's eyes snapped up to met his and their wordless exchange sent Scott racing away. I was terrified now. "Marcie." Oh crap. "You will bring me my nephew and that human. They could be of minor use to me."

"What makes you think I'm going to help you?" I squeked.

"Oh please." Peter shifted back to his human form and walked closer to me. "Derek, I'm not letting Peter Hale kill any other Hales." He mocked me. "If you don't help me, he will die. And you will kill him." I squeked again but wolfed up away. "Good girl Marcie, good girl." Peter mockingly petted my head. I growled and took of running. I didn't understand how Peter would make me kill Derek but I didn't want to stick around and find out.

M.P.O.V.

I raced to the Hale house and immediately saw the shadowy figures of Stiles and Jackson. They were arguing. I changed back human and kicked open the door. Both boys screamed and turned towards me.

"Stiles I need you to come with me right now. Jackson, feel free to hide and start crying." I gasped. "Where's Derek?"

"Looking for you!" They both exclaimed. Stiles continued,

"He wondered what was taking you and Scott so long so he raced away looking for you two."

"Oh shit." I smacked my palm to my forehead. "Long story short – Stiles come with me right now. We need to get Derek." Stiles and Jackson exchanged confused glances but Stiles walked over to me anyway.

"What do I do?" Jackson tried to be helpful.

"If you see Derek, tell him to find me and Stiles. If not just stay here."

"Okay." Jackson sighed. I was about to open my mouth again but stopped. Peter's sing song voice blared through my head. Good job, Marcie. Now bring me Stiles and your mission is almost complete. And I'd hurry if I were you. I grabbed Stiles' hand and took off running at full speed. In no time, Stiles and I were at the clearing were Peter was. Scott was standing there holding a sleeping Allison and was still in a trance.

"What the fuck?" Stiles exclaimed. Peter whipped his head towards us.

"Hello Marcie." He nodded as if that was a way of acknowledging Stiles.

"Hi Peter." I grumble. I dragged Stiles, who was cursing under his breath, towards Peter. "Put him with the girl." He points to where Scott has lain Allison. Stiles walked over and angryily sat next to Allison's sleeping body. "Now all we need if my nephew." Right on cue, Derek leaped out from behing Peter knocking him over. "Not today Uncle." Derek said as he truned full wolf and began trashing at Peter. I figured now was a good time. "Stiles." I hissed.

"What?" He replied.

"Snap Scott out of his trance, it will weaken Peter." I say as I scoop up Allison and take off running towards the Argent house. "And help Derek if you can."

S.P.O.V.

Peter wasn't going anywhere. We weren't powerful enough to stop him. But we did have the power to weaken him enough for him to run away. It was one of longest nights of my life but it was worth it. But we had to come up with a paln to destroy him. Which seemed like it would be up to me, Derek, Jackson and Stiles because Marcie had told us "this weekend doesn't work for me. I'm busy." I assumed that was girl for "figure it out your selves, losers." Now, if only it was that easy – we wouldn't have any problems.

Longest chapter yet – yay! Yes, I already wrote the final chapter so this couldn't be it. ;) Just had to keep you hanging on a bit longer. Chapter 9 is going to be much happier and fuzzier with more Chyna. No, she isn't a werewolf and she knows nothing about them. Remember that little detail. And if you were wondering, I did come up with a way Peter could make Marcie kill Derek. Maybe it'll happen? Maybe it won't? Keep reading to find out!

Until next time,

Bee

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