And here it is guys chapter 6. This is when shit gets real and I get to change the pairing in the description! Hooray! I'd like to give a warning about the flashback. I'm bringing in a *spoilers* character that's going to be on Teen Wolf next season. I don't know anything about this character but what I do know is that there is a Nazi Werewolf running around and, considering that Beacon Hills is protected by a pack consisting of a Mexican dude, a maybe Mexican girl AND a Polish guy, I think there are going to be hard feelings all around. I also think, If the rumors that Daniel Sharman is coming back are to be believed, that said Nazi Werewolf is going have a huge hard on for our sweet blonde haired, blue eyed angel named Isaac. Well I hope you enjoy and remember to review!
They really should have been expecting it when Mr. Douglas turned out to be some kind of creature. Maybe not a hundred-year-old Nazi Werewolf but something. That's why Scott felt incredibly stupid when the man managed to corner him and pin him against the wall. "Not expecting this were you Mr. McCall? How foolish of you. I mean come on now I have seen this schools track record when it comes to teachers." The werewolf roared and threw Scott on the ground. "I've also seen your track record when it comes to friends. How many have died now? Four right? Erica, Boyd, Aiden and… Alison." Scott let out a roar and flew at the man, who merely grabbed him and slammed him into the wall. "A sore spot huh? Tell me Scott does that… boyfriend of yours know that you're still in love with a ghost? Do think of her when you… fornicate with him?" Mr. Douglas spat in disgust. "You Mr. McCall are the scorn of the Earth. Taking such a fine specimen of Aryan and infecting him with your filthy desires. Unfortunately, he is far too contaminated to be saved but I'll save him for last. No the first shall be you Mr. McCall. I shall rid this place of you and all like you." The alpha raised his claws and brought them down on Scott.
Scott woke with a start, sitting straight up in bed gasping. "Scott?" Isaac said groggily. "It's ok Is. Just a bad dream. Go back to sleep. I'm fine." He assured. Isaac mumbled something and was back asleep in moments. Scott slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. A little over a week had pasted since the Loft Incident had happened. After Lydia had left, Stiles had easily enough agreed to stay. He currently was training to take the Deputy Exam. Lydia was still in town according to Stiles. And so was Avery. She had taken it among herself to decide to stay in Beacon Hills until her best friend came to his senses. He'd argued with her but her argument of 'Fuck you, I do what I want' was far better than anything he could come up with. So she had managed to sublease their apartment, have their things packed up and have hers shipped to a storage unit. His boxes current resided in Isaac's living room. It had been a surprisingly easy decision for Scott to stay with Isaac. They had spent far too many years apart. And so they had fallen into an easy routine of getting up together, eating breakfast together, leaving for work together, etc. Scott smiled at his reflection. It had been years since he'd been this happy. Being with Isaac had always done that. Even before they had gotten together. The only person who had ever made him feel like that had been Alison. Looking at the digital calendar Isaac kept in the bathroom noticed it was January 21. The ninth anniversary of her death. Scott chocked back a sob, gripping the sink. He hadn't even noticed the day approaching. Scott felt strong arms wrap around his waist and Isaac rest his head on his shoulder. "I still love her too." He revealed quietly. They stood in silence for what seemed like forever. "It doesn't change the fact I love you." Scott said finally. "Just like it doesn't affect the fact I love you." Isaac agreed before kissing Scott. What probably would have turned in sloppy bathroom sex was interrupt by Scott's phone ringing. "Who the fuck calls a one o'clock in the morning?" Isaac mumbled. "Hello?" Scott said, ignoring Isaac. "Didn't you say that you had a friend named Lydia staying at my hotel?" Avery's voice asked sharply. "Yeah. Why?" Scott asked confused. "I think someone roofied her. I was coming back from the bar and I found her walking the halls in a daze." Avery explained. Scott looked at Isaac, who nodded in silent agreement. "Where are you guys now?" He asked. "In the parking lot. She's heading towards her car. Should I call the cops?" The woman worried. "No. Just let her go but get in the car with her." Avery made a sound of protest. "Just trust me AJ." Scott urged. He heard a couple of car doors open and close. "I don't even think she knows I exist Scott." Avery whispered. "Has she put in her coordinates yet?" Scott asked. "Uhm She just put in Beacon Hills National Forest." Avery said clearly confused. Dread filled Scott. "When Lydia gets where she's going stay with the car." He ordered before hanging up. Isaac was already on the phone calling everyone.
It took ten minutes to get the entrance of the National Forest from Isaac's apartment. When they got there Lydia's rental car was parked with no one in it. Stiles was waiting near it frantically. "Avery was gone when I got here." He said as he fidgeted with his baseball bat. Scott groaned and Isaac rolled his eyes. A black car pulled up. Danny and Malia got out. Malia was holding a jacket that clearly was owned by Lydia. Isaac and Scott took turns smelling it to get her scent before the group took off into the forest. "Scott." Stiles said as they walked deeper into the forest. "I know." They were near the Nemeton. They entered the clearing they were greeted by the sight of five women surrounding the stump, chanting. There was a limp body on it. Lydia was standing near them, mouth opened but nothing was coming out. Avery was at her side, looking mortified and terrified. "Avery run!" Scott yelled as he tackled one of the women. The women screeched and swiped at Scott with a wicked looking knife while clutching a thick, black book. "Be gone creature. You do not know of what you interfere in." She hissed at the group. "Well let's see from the tribal chanting, long robes and the body on the stump I'm kind of inclined to think this is a sacrifice." Stiles said, swinging his bat at one of the women who had joined up with the lead woman. The woman laughed. "Fools. This is no sacrifice. Yet. We have done the impossible! Brought back what once was lost! Too bad she must die once more." This seemed to snap Lydia out of her trance. She stepped forward, eyes blazing. She let out a terrible screamed at the women. Scott was forced to cover his ears, as were the rest of the pack. The five women collapsed to the ground, unmoving, and Lydia stopped screaming. Avery walked over, shock on her face. She stopped at the five women. "That-That girl just appeared out of nowhere." She said as she bent down. She snatched the book out of the leader's hands. "This… is a Grimoire. These women were witches." She said numbly. Lydia wobbled for a moment before saying, "Allison." She collapsed into Stiles' arms, unconscious. "Guys!" Danny yelled, having made his way over to the body. Stiles motioned for them to go ahead. Scott, Isaac, Avery and Malia walked up to the tree. Danny was leaning over the body, his face ash gray and his body trembling. Scott looked down at the body and gasped. He felt Isaac lean against him and heard his pulse racing. "I don't understand. Who is this girl?" Avery whispered to Malia. The werecoyote was staring disbelief. "That is… Alison Argent."