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; Thankyou so much, I was worried it wasn't up to scratch when I was writing it, so this made my day! I hate when I write reviews and the site like deletes them, or something? Anyway I'm glad I could fulfill your request with a first aid scene anyway, two minds eh? ;) Anyway to answer your question on Oriana's scars; she got them before she became a wolf. The knife and cigarette ones anyway. The show doesn't really specify when a 'born' werewolf gets the ability to turn but I figured it's like a puberty thing, because they can't do it from birth, right? If there's something I missed, please, feel free to let me know! But, yeah, I mentioned in an earlier chapter that Oriana was with the Hales when she got her first transformation, or 'full moon', and that Talia helped her through it. That was when she was about 9ish. And remember she lived with her mom and her various boyfriends, all of which were abusive in some way or another, for the first 9 years of her life. And since she hadn't turned yet she could still hurt and get scars but because she is a 'born' werewolf, I'm just going to say that the healing process wasn't as long as a humans but not as strong as a 'mature' werewolf , hence scarring. However, She was a 'mature' werewolf when she was in the fire and she still has the scarring. For that, I figured, Peter had scars, right? And Derek made Scott's tattoo show by burning off layers of skin, right? So I'm going with the story that the fire burned her pretty severely and some parts of her skin was just too damaged to heal completely. I hope that cleared that up, or at least made some sense of my thinking process. Like I said I haven't seen much about how 'born' werewolf's are during their younger years so I made it up for the circumstances of her childhood. Thankyou for reviewing and enjoy the new chapter!
Chapter 9 - Night School
Oriana was pulled through the doors of the school by Stiles and Scott. They deposited her, not too gently, on the floor and hurried to close the doors behind them, crouching down under the windows of the door and pulling on the emergency bars on the doors.
"Lock it, lock it!" Scott shouted at Stiles.
"Do I look like I have a key?!" Stiles shouted back.
"Grab something!"
"What?"
"Anything!" Scott called desperately.
Stiles face screwed up in frustration for a moment before his eyes widened. He stood up a bit to peek of the window. He saw the bolt cutters he'd dropped on the way in, laying a few feet from the door. Scott stood up to see what his friend was eyeing.
"No." Scott told him.
"Yes." He went to open the door.
"Stiles, no, don't!"
The boys turned to Oriana who was struggling to stand up on shaky legs, her pale cheeks wet with tears and her eyes distant but were becoming more aware as she watched Stiles prepare to venture out into the night once again.
"Oriana, I'll be right back." He tried to assure her, pushing the door slightly open.
"No!"
She bolted forward to grab his shoulders. He turned around to see her big green eyes pleading with him. It took all his strength to pry her hands from his jacket and hold them in his own.
"I'll be right back." He told her firmly, his voice sure and commanding.
"Stay right here with Scott, okay?" He had to bend his neck slightly to look her dead in the eye. "You gotta' trust me."
She looked into his intense eyes for a long moment, still not willing to let him go.
"Promise?"
His lips twitched, his eyes softening. "I promise."
She let him nudge her back into Scott's arms and watched as he took a deep breath and slowly creeped out of the doors.
The pair watched through the small windows as their best friend quietly and quickly made his way to the abandoned bolt cutters, looking around the dark empty lot for signs of movement.
As he bent down to grab them, Oriana and Scott caught sight of a large figure appearing from behind Stiles' parked jeep.
They started screaming and banging on the doors to warn Stiles as the red eyed beast started crawling in his direction.
"Run! Stiles! Stiles!" They shout together.
Stiles slowly turns his head in the direction his screaming friends are pointing and felt his heart jump up into his throat. He stumbled back, grasping onto the cutters so hard his knuckles turned white. The alpha let out a mighty roar and charged forward jolting Stiles into action. He raced back to the door, the alpha right on his tail.
Oriana and Scott watched as Stiles hurriedly used the cutters to make a pretty pathetic looking lock. It almost wasn't even worth it.
Oriana jumped on Stiles before he could catch his breath. He held her close, breathing in her scent.
"Where is it? Where did it go?" Scott asked frantically looking out of the windows for the alpha. Stiles and Oriana looked out to see the lot empty and silent once more. Stiles held Oriana to his side with one arm while the other grabbed the flashlight from Scott's hands and shone it through the window, to get a better look at the nothingness on the other side.
They all took a few steps back, looking at the makeshift lock.
"That won't hold, will it?" Scott asked needlessly.
"Probably not." Oriana said sarcastically.
Once they were (mostly) sure that they doors weren't going to fly open and the alpha was going to charge in and rip their faces off they all turned around and looked at the dark hallway behind them, the only light source being Stiles's torch and the streams of moonlight coming from a few open classroom doors.
A distant howl caused the three to dart away from the entrance to the school. They turned a corner, wanting to be as far away from the entrance as possible, and ran into the first open classroom they saw.
"The desk!" Stiles called out. They each ran to a side of the teachers desk and began to move it to block the doorway when it gave a loud screech.
"Shhh! Stop, stop." Stiles looked back to the open doorway and continued in with calm rationality; "The door's not gonna keep it out."
"I know." Scott huffed, looking around the eerily dark classroom.
Oriana stepped away from the boys to look out of the window. She tried desperately to locate her cousin on the ground but the windows only gave a view of the opposite side of the parking lot to where Derek was thrown. Her heart was pounding as she tried to listen for the sound of his breathing or his car but all she could hear was the boys mumbling to each other and their collective racing hearts. The alpha could find them in minutes if he wanted to. They were practically calling out to him.
She distantly heard Stiles say her cousins name, insisting that Scott's boss was the alpha. He was the logical suspect right now. Oriana swore that if it turned out to be him, well…let's just say Scott would have to look for other employment.
"He killed Derek."
Oriana span around to glare at Stiles. "No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead."
"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next." He told her insensitively. He regretted it as soon as it left his mouth but now wasn't the time to give the girl false hope. It was time to get real. Life or death. Still, the blue eyes she flashed at him wasn't at all calming his fear.
"Okay, just - What do we do?" Scott interrupted.
Stiles leaned against the desk breathing heavily. "We get to my jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?"
Scott and Oriana nodded. They joined Oriana at the window and Scott tried to open it.
"No, they don't open. The school's climate - controlled." Stiles told him.
"Then we break it." Oriana pulled her arm back, about to punch the glass when Stiles grabbed her elbow.
"Which will make a lot of noise." He reasoned.
Scott looked outside for the alpha. "Then, uh, then we run really fast. Really fast."
Oriana and Stiles looked at each other in exasperation. There was a reason Scott didn't come up with the plans.
"Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your jeep?"
They looked at Scott.
"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."
Oriana rolled her eyes. Not the time for playing with cars, boys.
"It's bent."
That caught Stiles attention. Even in such an emergency Stiles was concerned for his precious jeep "What, like, dented?" He looked over Scott's shoulder to look at his car.
"No, I mean bent." Scott insisted.
"What the hell –"
A loud smash came from above their heads and they all ducked as something big was came crashing into the classroom, and glass was thrown every which way.
They looked at the medium sized rusty box with severed wires and large claw marks.
"That's my battery." Stiles told them, enraged. He went to get up but Oriana held him back.
"Don't." She whispered.
"We have to move."
"He could be right outside."
"He is right outside." Stiles hissed.
"Just let me take a look." Scott said, crouching to look out of the windows.
"Nothing?" Oriana asked.
"No."
"Move now?" Stiles went to get up and Oriana released him.
"Move now." Scott agreed.
They left the classroom and Scott directed them to the right. "This way."
"No, no, no, no." Stiles grabbed their arms.
"What?" She asked, annoyed.
"Somewhere without windows."
"Every single room in this building has windows!" Scott yelled. Oriana slapped the back of his head placing a finger against her lips to tell him to shut the hell up.
"Or somewhere with less windows." Stiles glared at Scott.
"The locker room." Oriana suggested, remembering the last time was in there, when Scott was attacking Stiles.
"Yeah."
They ran down the hall
Stiles silently opened the locker room door and Oriana had to stop herself from gagging at the stale boy smell.
"Call your dad." Scott whispered to Stiles.
"And tell him what?" Stiles threw his hands around.
"I don't know, anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."
"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?" Stiles asked hysterically.
"They have guns." Scott said dumbly. Oriana rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, and Derek had to be shot with a wolfsbane - laced bullet to even slow him down, you remember that?" Stiles argued.
"Then we - we have to - We have to find a way out and just run for it."
"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." Oriana dismissed.
"What about Derek's car?"
Oriana looked down.
Stiles nodded enthusiastically. "That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, and then we take his car."
"And him." Oriana and Scott chimed firmly.
"Fine. Whatever." Stiles said to appease them.
Stiles went to open the locker room door once again but Oriana covered his hand with hers, looking at the door intently.
"What?" He asked, looking at her worriedly.
"Did you hear that?" She asked Scott under her breath. He nodded solemnly, to her.
"What?" Stiles asked. Oriana and Scott started walking backwards slowly, holding Stiles between them but kept their eyes trained on the door.
"Quiet." Scott murmured, twisting Stiles' hand that held his flashlight so it was facing away from the door.
"Hide."
Stiles immediately grabbed the handle of a nearby locker and yanked it open, cringing at the loud screech it made.
"No, no, Stiles. No." Scott warned.
Stiles grabbed Oriana and pulled her into the locker with him, quickly closing the door behind her.
Scott groaned and ran to another locker to hide.
Oriana stood in front of Stiles her back to his chest, he wrapped his arms around her to hold her tightly against him.
She smirked lightly when she felt something hard press against her ass.
"You planned this didn't you?" She whispered, leaning her head back to whisper in his ear.
He shivered, momentarily forgetting where they were and whispered back confused. "What?"
She wiggled her hips slightly causing him to groan out loud and then slap his hands over Oriana and his own mouths. Oriana heard Scott gagging a few lockers away and chuckled to herself.
She stopped when she heard light footsteps coming closer to their hiding places.
She grasped Stiles' arm tightly, his thumb moving to unconsciously sooth her cheek.
Suddenly they heard Scott's locker being ripped open and a short scream. They both tumbled out of the locker to see the janitor holding his chest.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Quiet!" Stiles hushed the shouting man.
"Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? All of you get out." The janitor held both boys collars and started pushing them to the door, nodding for Oriana to walk behind them.
"Will you just listen for half a second, okay?!" Stiles called in panic.
"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right. Now." He pushed them out of the open door, reaching back to grab Oriana's forearm, taking no notice when she growled at him.
"God, just one second to explain." Scott begged.
"Just shut up and go." The man told them about to push Oriana out to the boys.
He suddenly screamed and was jerked back inside the room, holding onto Oriana's arm with a death grip.
The trio screamed as Oriana was pulled back into the room with the Janitor, the boys reaching for her but missing by an inch.
The door was slammed shut. The Janitor flung against the window, bloody handprints smacking the glass.
"Oriana!" The boys banged on the now locked door, trying to pry it open despite the screams coming from inside.
"We have to go!" Scott shouted to Stiles.
"We're not leaving her!" Stiles seethed, yanking on the door handle. Scott was confused for a second on which of the two of them was the teen wolf, expecting his skinny sarcastic friend to sprout fangs and yellow eyes at any second.
"We have to! The alpha's in there." Scott pointed to the bloody window.
"Which is exactly why we can't leave her!" Stiles growled.
Scott grabbed Stiles' arms and yanked them away from the door, dragging his friend down the hallway kicking and screaming.
Scott looked back but didn't hesitate when a loud feminine scream joined the janitor's.
Stiles' cried.
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
Oriana huddled back against the lockers. She was frozen. She couldn't do anything but watch.
Watch the giant beast tear the poor man apart. Watch it's massive arms swing and tear, it's claws gliding through flesh like a hot knife through butter. Watch as the man's eyes stayed locked on hers, pleading for help.
She didn't move. She was frozen. Locked in a room with Laura's murderer. And possibly Derek's. With no way out and no hope of getting out alive, all she could do was watch. And feel. Feel the warm splattering's of the man's blood as it flew onto her face, neck, hair and hands. There was so much. And hear. Hear the ear shattering sound of the man screaming in pain. Hear the delighted growls and snarls of the red eyed devil as he played with the organs of his kill. Hear Stiles screaming her name as Scott dragged him away. Away from her. Leaving her. Alone.
He managed to crawl over to her, letting the alpha continue to claw at his legs as he got closer. She could only watch as the man reached out a shaky hand and with surprising strength grab onto her wrist, above where her hand was clenched around her knee. His nails dug into her flesh uncomfortably.
"Uhhhhgggggg…" He groaned unable to speak. She knew it was inappropriate but it reminding her of the time she watched The Walking Dead with Stiles on his couch. She'd give anything to be back there right now.
Before he could try again the alpha must have decided that the man had had enough of a break and pulled him back by the skin of his legs. As he was yanked away his nails dug deeper into her flesh and pulled her with him. She screamed as she was jolted forward into a pool of his blood. She quickly pried his grip from her wrist by breaking the bones of his hands, causing him to scream again. She scuttled back into her corner where she sat in a ball, eyes wide and watching, covered in blood.
She didn't know what to feel. She wasn't particularly heartbroken witnessing the man's death. She'd seen death before. She'd brought death before. She didn't know the man, hadn't seen him a day in her life. If it weren't for the overalls and nametag she hadn't bothered to read, she wouldn't even know his occupation.
No, she wasn't sad about his death. Better him then her, she'd admit. However, she knew he would be in her nightmares. His terrified hazel eyes waiting for her to help, begging her to help. And his screams. And the color of his liver.
She watched as the man took one last shaky breath before going still. His dead eyes locked on her, his hand reaching out for hers.
The alpha stood and gave an almighty roar, satisfied and powerful.
She could only tremble and watch as he took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of death. And her.
It's large head snapped around. It's red glowing eyes taking her in, huddled in a corner, covered in the fresh blood of his kill.
Still high from his recent kill the alpha growled loudly and ran at her. She was halfway up, prepared to defend herself. Keep it busy long enough for Scott and Stiles to escape. Before she was even standing straight it's huge log-like arm swooped and she went flying.
She grunted at as she hit the tiled wall on the opposite end of the locker room, in the showers, multiple tiles cracking at the impact and with a loud thud she dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Her head and recently healed back were burning and throbbing in pain as she lay on the damp tiled floor, unable to move more than her eyelids as she cracked them open to see the alpha watching her with it's demon eyes.
She let out a shaky laugh, a small amount of blood spurting from her mouth. She could feel her broken ribs poking against her lungs, threatening to burst through. She didn't have it in her to get back up and fight. She didn't know if she wanted to. She closed her eyes again and tried to take short shallow breaths.
She was in so much pain and she just wanted to sleep. A tear rolled from the corner of her eye, moving towards her temple and disappearing into her hairline. She wanted Derek.
The alpha watched the young girl struggle to breath in interest, waiting for her to get back up. Eventually she rolled her head to the right to look at him again. He looked into her pale green eyes tired and drooping. But not scared. It tilted its head.
No, she wasn't scared. Why should she be? She was going to die. There was no changing it. She wouldn't be able to defeat this mammoth of a beast if she tried. And it certainly wasn't going to let her stroll out alive. And even if he did, what was the point? Who did she have now? Where did she have to go? Her last living relatives were her parents. She couldn't very well move into the hospital with her comatose father and there wasn't a ray of chance in hell that she was going to see her mother again, not that she'd want to. Maybe it was her time. God knows how she's lasted this long. Maybe she could occupy him just long enough for her boys to get out. Her only regret was not taking Stiles' first kiss when she had the chance. She smiled slightly.
No, she wasn't scared. Just waiting.
The alpha watched the peculiar young girl. She was beautiful even now, in a tragic way. Laying on the floor in an unnatural graceful way, her midnight curls were tangled and spread around her head like a halo, her paler then usual face freckled with blood. Her almost translucent green eyes big and expecting. A small smile played at the corners of her plump lips. Her clothes and any skin on show was blood streaked. But so was the floor walls and ceiling.
He lowered himself to all fours and stalked closer, keeping eye contact with the strange girl. He could small the wolf on her, so why wasn't she fighting? Why was she staring with waiting eyes?
She stayed perfectly still, her heart beat steady, as he drew ever closer. A few inches from her face he exhaled in a huff, watching her eyes close and her hair blow back at the blow of air. It dawned on him then. She had no intention to fight. He growled deep in his chest and raised up on his hind legs, his arm winding back, his claws still dripping blood.
Oriana felt a whoosh of air rush past her and opened her eyes. It was gone.
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
"What the hell?!" Stiles finally managed to break free from Scott's grip. He looked at his friend furiously.
"The alpha…" Scott tried to explain.
"Is probably killing her!" Stiles shouted.
Scott stepped back, shocked. He'd never seen his best friend so angry. He looked down guiltily. Oriana was a good friend. A little rough around the edges, but she was kind and helpful, don't ever tell her he'd said that, and she was completely smitten with his best friend. He knew she didn't think much of herself, but he knew she tried. He felt unbelievably guilty for leaving her behind but he knew that she would have wanted him to get Stiles away from the alpha. While she could protect herself, Stiles couldn't, and he knew that that would have been her first thought. He would have expected her to do the same if the situation was reversed.
"She'll be fine." Scott tried to reassure his pacing friend.
"Fine?! Scott none of this is fine!" Stiles exploded.
"I know."
Stiles ran a hand over his short hair and turned around to face the way they's come. "We need to go back."
"No."
"No?" Stiles looked at Scott with manic eyes. He felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest, before or after he fainted he didn't know, and he felt sick. He'd never felt so worried, helpless. Well, not since his mom.
"We need to get out of here. We'll get help. We'll bring the police and the fire brigade and the – the news!" Scott listed off. "We'll bring so many people, so much noise that the alpha will have to leave."
Scott looked at Stiles silently until he finally met his eyes. "But first we need to find a way out. And then we'll come back for Oriana."
Stiles looked into Scott's sincere brown eyes and felt proud that his friend had finally made a possible plan. He nodded in consent.
They started to the schools side exit.
"What the hell?" Stiles asked, when the doors would only open a few inches.
"It's a dumpster." Scott told him.
"He pushed it in front of the door to block us in." Stiles started ramming his shoulder against the door, desperate to get out to find help for Oriana. "Come on, help me!"
Scott grabbed him, pulling him away from the door. "Stop!"
They walked through the hallway trying to come up with a new plan. "I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school." Stiles protested loudly. "Oriana is not dying in school! Could you imagine if that happened? She'd kill me!" Stiles shouted hysterically, regretting saying the words 'Oriana' and 'dying' in the same sentence; it wasn't good for his sanity.
"We're not going to die." Scott said, Stiles fears only aiding in to increase his.
"God, what is it doing? What does it want?" Stiles cried helplessly, looking back down the hallway to make sure it was still empty. He felt the awful feeling of being watched.
"Me. Derek says it's stronger with a pack."
"Oh, great." Stiles smiled sarcastically. "A psychotic werewolf who's into team work. That's - that's beautiful."
Scott stopped him suddenly, his gaze fixed out of the large window wall to their left. Stiles followed his line of eyesight to see the alpha sitting, casually watching them from the opposite building's rooftop as if it were nothing more than a common cat. As they watched the alpha raised himself and started in their direction.
They turned and ran the way they'd came, hearing the loud smash of glass as the alpha burst through the glass. The chase was on.
They ran to the basement and hid behind an old set of lockers.
Scott peeked around the corner but immediately ducked back around with widened eyes.
"What?" Stiles whispered.
"Go." Scott nodded his head in the direction behind Stiles, who quickly ran Scott following.
Stiles stopped at an open steel door that led into a dark room. "All right, we have to do something."
"Like what?"
"I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something. The alpha's here and if the alpha's here that means it's not with Oriana anymore. We have to do something and go get Oriana!" He rambled on, waving his hands around, accidentally knocking his pocket causing his keys to jingle.
He looked into the dark room next to them with the open steel door and heard a faint buzzing. His eyes widened and he put his hand in his pocket, playing with his keys.
"What are you doing?" Scott panicked when he heard Stiles keys.
"Shhh." Stiles warned, carefully taking his keys from his pocket. He gave them a little jingle and launched them into the dark room. The boys quickly ducked back behind the open door just in time for the alpha to give a loud roar and bolt into the room after the keys.
Stiles hurriedly ran to shut the door.
"The desk. Come on, the desk."
Scott pushed the nearby metal desk in front of the door, wedging it between the door and the large metal file cabinet. The alpha tried pushing against the door but there was no room for the table to move, preventing the alpha from escaping.
"He can't –" Scott started.
They looked at each other with relieved smiles.
"All right." Stiles grinned.
"Come on, get across. Come on!" Stiles waved over Scott.
"What?"
Scott braces himself and hopped across the table just as the alpha gave a growl from inside the room.
"What are you doing?" Scott slapped Stiles' arm when he saw him getting closer to the small window on the steel door containing the alpha.
Stiles jumped. "I just wanna get a look at It."
"Are you crazy?" Scott asked genuinely.
"Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out." He crawled onto the table and leaned closer to the small barbed wired window, shining his flashlight through. "Yeah, that's right, we got you –"
"Will you shut up!" Scott shrieked.
"It's what it derverves okay?" Stiles peered further into the room. "And if I find one hair out of place on Oriana's head I'm gonna be back for you and I swear I'll –"
The alpha let out a loud growl.
"Dude, seriously! Stop!".
"I'm not scared of this thing."
The alpha suddenly jumped at the window, causing Stiles to fall back off of the table in freight.
Once he'd regained his footing he stood beside Scott and started talking to the steel doo again. "I'm not scared of you. Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any –"
He was interrupted by a sudden loud crashing from inside the room. They heard loud creaking above them as the ceiling tiles began to concave and fall. They ran. Again.
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
"Oriana!" Stiles skidded as he ran around the corner of the locker room. He glanced briefly at Scott before cautiously reaching a hand out to open the door.
They both gagged at what they found. The floor had a huge pool of blood, and the walls, lockers and even the ceiling were covered in blood. They weren't sure whose it was as the janitor and Oriana were both missing from the gory scene.
"She's gone." Scott said.
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
Jackson was frozen in fear. At the end of the dark school hallway was a huge dark figure. But it was not human.
"Scott?!" He called, taking small steps back. The figure didn't answer. "Derek?" He asked again, quieter.
The figure suddenly crouched and landed on all fours, suddenly reminding him of that night in the video store. The creature with a huge body, pointed ears, fangs, animal-like hind legs. And red eyes.
Jackson watched as the creature crept off silently.
"Jackson."
He whipped around. He gasped loudly.
The girl stood only a few feet behind him and looked like she'd just stepped out of a horror movie. She had long dark tangled hair that looked clumpy with dried blood at the ends.
Her skin was pale but any visible patches were streaked with blood, even her mouth and chin. Her clothes, while dark anyway, were darker patched in places making the blood obvious. Her light green eyes contrasted against all of the dark hair, clothes and blood. And were filled with tears, anguish and exhaustion.
"Oriana?"
Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she fell.
Jackson was quick to catch her, not caring about the blood that was not staining his clothes.
"Oh my god. Oh my god." He mumbled to himself, clutching the unconscious girl closer to his chest.
"Jackson?"
He looked up to meet his girlfriend's horror filled eyes.
"Is she…?" Lydia choked out, unable to finish.
"No. No, I don't think so…" He looked back down at Oriana.
Lydia quickly kneeled down beside them to check her pulse. After a tense silence she let out a breath of relief.
"She's alive."
"Call Allison. We're getting out of here. Now." Jackson commanded, standing with Oriana held bridle style in his arms.
OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH
"She's gonna meet us in the lobby." Lydia told Jackson hanging up the phone.
They speed walked through the halls, as fast as Jackson could go without jostling the girl in his arms too much.
Finally, Lydia opened the door leading to the lobby where they were met with Allison and a shocked Stiles and Scott.
"We need to leave. Now." Lydia told Allison.
The small group noticed the unconscious girl in Jackson's arms and gasped simultaneously.
"Oriana." Stiles moved forward to take her but Jackson refused to hand her over.
"No. I'm guessing this was your fault." He nodded at the injured girl he held closely, not caring when Stiles flinched at his words. "I'm taking her to the hospital. Girls, come on." He commanded the brunette and redhead, turning in the direction of the school entrance, the girls following his lead eagerly.
"No, no, no! Wait!" Stiles and Scott called after them.
Before they could continue, a heavy thud sounded above them.
They all looked up at the ceiling as it started to shake.
"Run!" Scott shouted, grabbing Oriana from Jackson's arms and leading the way. The ceiling crashed behind them as the alpha fell through.
Stiles ushered them into the cafeteria.
"Help me get this in front of the door." Scott said placing Oriana on a nearby table as gently as he could and set to helping Jackson secure the doors with locks and a freezer on wheels.
Stiles looked at the huge windows and sighed heavily.
"Scott, wait, not here."
Allison and Lydia were standing over Oriana checking her over. Lydia took a makeup wipe from her bag and began gently removing as much blood from Oriana's face and neck as she could. Allison looked up at her boyfriend panicked. "What was that? Scott, what was that?"
"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia joined in.
"Did it do this to Oriana?!"
"Will you just help me? The chairs, stack the chairs." Scott shouted, making the girls spring into action.
"Guys - Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me, w - Can we wait a second?" Stiles said, watching them all move stacks of chairs in front of the doors. He ran over to Oriana and checked her pulse, at the same time still trying to get the attention of the idiots who were blocking them in.
"Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please? Hello!" He shouted.
They all stopped and turned around.
He threw his hands up in relief and continued sarcastically. "Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now - what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows?" He gestured widely.
They looked at the windows with cringing realization.
"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here and Oriana looks dead. And I would like to know why." Allison asked, trying to mask her fear. She looked at her boyfriend pleadingly, holding onto his arm for comfort. "Scott?"
Scott walked away from her, looking around madly, trying to find some kind of reasonable explanation. Hut his eyes kept going over to Oriana who did indeed look dead. She was laying on a table, her hair and arm falling over the edge limply. What the hell was he going to do? Both Hales were out of the game, neither able to help him this time. He was on his own.
"Somebody killed the janitor."
Scott looked over at his best friend with a grateful look. No. He wasn't alone.
"What?" Lydia gasped.
"Yeah, the janitor's dead." Stiles confirmed calmly, approaching the three terrified and clueless teenagers.
"What's he talking about?" Allison asked Scott's back chuckling hysterically, to which she received no answer. "Is this a joke?"
"What, who killed him? Is that what happened to Oriana?" Jackson asked.
Lydia looked at the ground blankly and started mumbling to herself. "No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed –"
"No, don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion." Jackson interrupted her.
"Who was it?!" Allison burst out, looking at her silent boyfriend desperately. "What does he want? What's happening...Scott!"
The boy turned around as if hearing them for the first time. "I - I don't know. I - I just - If - if we go out there, he's gonna kill us."
"Us? He's gonna kill us?" Lydia shrieked grasping onto Jackson's arm.
"Who? Who is it?" Allison asked eagerly, thankful that her boyfriend was finally talking.
"It's Derek. It's Derek Hale." Scott told them surely. Stiles looked at him as if he was crazy.
"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson asked doubtfully, remembering what he'd seen in the hallway right before Oriana had found him.
"Are you sure?" Allison whispered.
"I saw him." Scott nodded.
Lydia shook her head. "The mountain li -"
"No, Derek killed them!"
"All of them?"
"Yeah, starting with his own sister."
"The bus driver?" Allison whispered.
Scott continued, still facing away from the group. "And the guy in the video store, and he tried to kill Oriana- it's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now - He's going to kill us too."
A loud gasp interrupted the tense silence.
All eyes snapped towards the source. Oriana was sitting up on the table clutching her chest in pain, feeling the shifting bones of her ribs as they slowly realigned themselves. She looked up, her eyes roaming the dark cafeteria in panic, looking for the alpha.
Stiles ran over and grasped her shoulders. He bent over to look into her eyes. "Hey, shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay, he's not here. You're safe. You're safe." He repeated over and over in a soothing tone, trying to calm her.
Oriana looked into her favorite whisky eyes and let get taken in by the warm familiarity of his voice. She launched herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her quickly, holding her against him tightly. He buried his face into the top of her head and kissed her hair, uncaring of her bloody, sweaty form.
"You're okay." She whispered into his neck.
He nodded. "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I left you the –"
"No." She pulled away to look him in the eye again, feeling vulnerable but no able to give a damn at the moment. "Scott made you, I know. But it's okay." She nodded at his disbelieving stare. "It's okay because it would have killed you If you didn't. And your alive."
He nodded, tears starting to form in his eyes. "I thought you were dead." He whimpered.
She took his face between her hands and pulled him down. Her lips slammed onto his and she felt a spark ignite in her chest. Stiles stood with wide eyes, unable to do anything else as Oriana kissed him. He felt warm all over and despite the circumstances and the girl being covered in blood he was so damn happy with his first kiss.
Before Stiles could reciprocate Oriana moved back, letting his lip pout in protest as she left them.
She leaned back in his arms and smiled softly at him. His returning grin was enormous. He was about to lean down to blow her mind, when Jackson coughed loudly.
They turned to look behind Stiles to where the others stood. Scott was watching the two open mouthed while Allison, Lydia and Jackson were all starring in horror. At Oriana. Oriana Hale.
"What?" She asked, recognizing the nature of their stares and narrowing her eyes when they all took the slightest step back. She could smell their terror. "Why are you all staring at me like that? This isn't my blood, you know."
If possible their eyes widened even more as Allison and Lydia looked as if they were about to gag.
"What? Seriously." She looked up at Stiles who looked at Scott. "Scott?" She asked following his eyesight to look at the floppy haired boy who was looking down at his feet, reeking of guilt and shame.
She squirmed from Stiles' arms and rolled off of the table, holding the edge as she stumbled. She hissed and held her ribs in pain.
She looked between them all with confused but irritated eyes. "What the hell is going on?"
Okay so this chapter was originally like 12451 words long (And counting; It's not finished yet!) so I'm just gonna split it into two. AHHHHH, stORI's first kiss! Are you excited? I AM! I will post the second part sometime before Monday. Hope you like it!