"Can I ask you something?" I said. His brow furrowed together but he remained silent, waiting for my question. "What is it, about… me, that makes you like this?" I asked. I watched him for a moment, as his expression became somewhat confused. "What do you mean?" He asked. I ducked my eyes, looking down at my foot as I dug the toe of my shoe into the dirt. "I mean, what is it about me that makes you... I don't know… open up?" I asked, keeping my eyes trained on my shoe as I waited nervously for his response.
I could feel the rays of his dark eyes on me, watching, analyzing my every move. "Normally, around the rest of the pack your… different. You have your guard up. But with me you seem different. More…" I took a deep, shaky breath as I struggled for the right word. "I don't know… you." I finished, refusing to meet his eyes. When I lacked a response, I was forced to look up at him. He'd moved closer to me, close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off of his body. He lifted a hand and caressed the side of my face, moving a piece of my hair in the process. "I don't feel like I have to stay guarded around you." He said, looking down at the ground for a moment. "In some strange way, I think you get me a lot better than most other people." He looked back up at me, his eyes boring into mine and forcing me to look away. While it seemed foolish in my mind, tears threatened to well in my eyes. I bit them back, grinding my teeth against one another until I was sure the tears wouldn't fall. I tried to speak but my voice caught in my throat, and I was stuck in silence. I took a deep breath, hoping he would say something to break the quiet that consumed us.
"Why are you so guarded around everyone else?" I asked, toeing the ground with my shoe once more. "Because, I know from personal experience that people have no problem stabbing me I the back." He said, his expression hardening at what I could only assume was a bad memory. I moved forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, letting my head rest against his chest. I closed my eyes for a moment, happy to listen to the sound of his heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt safe in his arms. Safer than I'd felt in a very long time. I opened my eyes as I looked up at him, noticing his expression had softened. After a moment I backed up, knowing that it would soon be dark, and we needed to be ready for the lacrosse game. "I'll see you at eight." I murmured, getting into the car. I sat and watched him leave, before letting the tears fall. Wasn't exactly sure why I crying, but I couldn't control it either. After a moment, I wiped my eyes, and drove home, trying to recover from my break down.
I walked through the door and saw Louise sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of what smelled like green tea. "Hey." I said quietly, walking into the kitchen. She looked up from the magazine she'd been reading and smiled. "Hey pup." She said. "I've been thinking. While I understand the concept of supernatural strength and speed, what if you learned how to shoot a bow and arrow?" She asked. I thought for a moment. "Why would I learn to use a hunter's weapon?" I asked, standing over her shoulder to see that she was looking through a weapons catalogue. "Because, if you learn to use one, it gives you just as much of an advantage as the hunters in this town." I narrowed my eyes at the page, looking at the compound bows and fiber glass arrows. "Why not just learn to use a gun?" I asked, glancing at her some- what excited face. "Because guns require a license. And a bow and arrow is a lot less likely to be heard my anyone near by should you get into an altercation with the hunters." She said. I nodded, noticing that the points she made were in fact valid. "Okay. I see your point." I said. She smiled. "Good. I'll start looking around tomorrow." She said. I nodded. "Hey, uh, the captain of the lacrosse team invited me to their game tonight. Not to mention that he's one of our possible Kanima suspects. I figure if I go, at least I can keep an eye on him." I said. She nodded, taking a sip of her tea. I waked away, heading into my room.
I walked in, immediately opening one of my dresser drawers. While my school clothes were nice, I decided to look some-what… I don't know… festive, for the game. Beacon Hills High took their lacrosse games quite serious from what I learned on the website. I might as well dress for the occasion. I grabbed a dress from the drawer, looking it over. It was black, reaching down to about mid thigh. It'd neckline could be considered medium, and the strap- sleeves were on the outer part of my shoulders. I smiled, knowing it would be perfect. At least this was some sort of a normal aspect to my very supernatural life. I laid it on the bed, and grabbed my beige jacket to go with it. Finally, I pulled out my black, heeled ankle boots. I quickly stripped out of my clothes, tossing them into the hamper. I pulled on the dress, along with the boots, and the jacket.
I took a look in my desk mirror, pulling a brush through my hair before pulling it into a high pony tail, leaving a few strands out in the back and the sides. I looked outside to see that it was already getting dark out. I pulled my phone from my jacket pocket and saw that it was in fact 7:20. "Damn." I muttered, wondering how much time Derek and I had spent sparring. I sighed, realizing that for the next forty minutes I had absolutely nothing to do. As I paced back and forth next to my bed. I began to think about tomorrow night. The plan we'd come up with was dangerous. Really dangerous. And while this thing seemed to have no weaknesses, there was one thing we had yet to try. Wolfs bane. I pulled out my laptop, turning it on and going to the Beacon Hills information page I'd saved to my favorites. I looked through a couple of their pages, looking through files about recent activity. Then I came to a photo with a caption: "ANIMAL ATTACK IN BEACON HILLS- DEER VICTIM." The photo was of a dead deer lying in a field. While the photo was black and white, I noticed a peculiar spiral on the side of the deer. It was familiar as a werewolf marking, left on a victim. Under the photo, was an article explaining how the deer was spotted shortly after it's demise. "The vet who committed the autopsy was Dr. Deacon, of Beacon Hills. He determined the cause of death to be loss of blood, due to large claw marks along the underside of the deer." I read out loud.
Whoever this doctor was, he obviously knew more than what he was letting the general public believe he knew. I printed the article before shutting off my laptop, quickly grabbing my car keys and heading downstairs. "I'll be back." I called to Louise, as I walked out the front door. There was an address for the vet's office in the article, and I'd decided the doc and I should have a little bit of a talk. If he knew what was really going on in Beacon Hills, and he had yet to expose us to the hunters, that meant that on some level he must be on our side. I found the building quickly enough, parking the car out front. I grabbed the article and stepped out of the car, already feeling my blood begin to rush inside my head. As I reached the door, I noticed the lights were off, and the sign on the front door read "CLOSED". I tapped the glass, peering inside. I heard someone's footsteps, before a man came to the door. He was tall in stature, his dark eyes alert. His skin was the color of mocha, and while he lacked any hair on the top of his head, his face was labeled with a slight beard, a go-T, and a mustache, all of which were beginning to gray. "I'm sorry, we're closed." He said loudly. I narrowed my eyes at him. "Dr. Deaton, is it?" I called to him as he began to turn around. He stopped, turning to look at me. "Yes." He said simply. "My name is Selene, and while I understand you're closed, I am in dire need of your assistance. You see, my case here has nothing to do with a household pet." I explained, watching as his eyes became suspicious. I looked at the photo on the paper and pressed the paper against the glass. His face fell into a much darker expression than before. He sighed, coming to the door. He unlocked it and opened it, letting me inside. "Given that you haven't threatened me or tried to kill me yet, I assume you're a friend of Scott's?" He asked. "We know each other." I muttered, as he lead the way into what I guessed to be an animal examination room. "And I assume you got that article off the website?" He asked. I nodded, glancing around the room. "I just moved to Beacon Hills." I said absently, glancing in his direction and seeing him nod. "And given your interest in this photograph, I can assume you know more than most of the residents in Beacon Hills." He said. I looked directly at him now, nodding silently. "You could say that." I said, glancing back around the room. "So how much do you know about… Beacon Hills?" I asked. "If you're wondering weather or not I know about the Kanima, the answer is yes. Unfortunately, I lack knowledge as to it's true identity, and it's whereabouts, if that's what your seeking." He said.
"No, that's not what I want from you." I began. "I'm sure you have some wolfs-bane in your possession." I said, looking over at him from across the examination table. "Yes, I do." He said. I nodded. "And I'm sure you have it in more than one form. One of which I'm guessing, is both potent and liquidated." I said, watching him closely. His brow furrowed at me. "Yes. What is it that you want with it? Last I checked it was lethal to your kind." He said. He was observant. He knew what side of the track I ran without me having to spell it out for him. "Yes. But it seems to be the only tactic left untested on the Kanima." I said. "So you know who it is then?" He asked. I shook my head. "No. I don't. But I know how to draw it out. And given that this thing seems to be as powerful as it is, I doubt it would actually kill the recipient." I said. He nodded, moving over to a cabinet and grabbing a small container of the purple liquid. He set it on the table, along with a syringe. "Unfortunately, I'm going to need two syringes for this plan to work." I said. He narrowed his eyes at me, but proceeded in getting me the second syringe. I nodded. "Thank you." I said, grabbing the materials and putting them in my pockets. "Tell me how things pan out." He said as I started back toward the entrance. I walked outside, glancing at my phone: 7:50. "Damn it." I muttered, hurrying to my car and speeding to the school. I arrived just in time for the lacrosse game to start.