A/N: Thanks for sticking through this story w/ me, it gets better and better from here on out.

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Chapter Thirteen: Round Two – FIGHT!

The mass crowd was going insane. People w

ere screaming, crying, and running in all sorts of directions, escaping the battle that took place before them. The Hale pack as holding their own just fine, with Stiles occasionally shooting some magic here and there to help.

Erica pounced on top of Elena, digging her claws into her ribcage, and chomping down her back, the sounds of ripping flesh, filling the air. Elena howled, and shook violently, bucking and chucking to escape from Erica's grasp, but to no avail. Gabriel came charging to Elena's rescue, knocking Erica into Ethan, who bit down on her shoulder with violent force. Erica's blood curdling screams echoed within its confines, sounding louder even in the panicked residential crowd.

Isaac hopped on top of Ethan, pulling him off of Erica, and swinging him into a nearby building, causing it to come crumbling down. He helped Erica scramble to her feet, and studied her wound. It was deep, and the blood kept gushing out, it would take some time to heal, so he carried her inside one of the nearby stores as a shelter. "Stay here, and rest."

"But Boyd –" she began to say, but winced in pain at the slightest movement. Isaac shushed her, stroking her hair back.

"I'll let him know you're in here, and I'll keep a close eye on him, okay?" Isaac said, rushing out to help the others.

Allison was being chased by Julian, who seemed to be gaining on her with each leap of faith she took. She whipped out her crossbow, and jammed one of the few arrows that Natalie had made for her. She cocked the release, and pulled the trigger, sending the arrow flying to the ground in front of Julian, creating a large flash of white light. Julian barked, then howled and his blindness, and tripped, causing him to slide down the floor, scraping his fur against the pavement. Allison stopped, then sent another arrow flying towards him, another flash of light reveling the area. She ran to an open alleyway, and took cover behind a dumpster, checking how many arrows she had left. She had about three more, one flare-arrow, one wolfsbane arrow, and one bomb arrow. Damn it, I should've never left the rest at Derek's, she thought before she heard a howl that she recognized all too well.

Scott was pinned down by Aiden, while struggling to get free. Aiden was biting and nipping at Scott's face, trying to clamp it shut between his teeth, but failed when Scott punched him square in the jaw, sending teeth flying. He threw Aiden off of him, and the charged, tackling him in mid air, cracking his ribs, and slamming him to the ground. Scott wiped himself off, and snapped his head up, seeing Boyd and Isaac being man-handled by Oktober and Elena.

Boyd leg swiped Elena, knocking her into the ground, and then kneed her in the face, a smile permeating his lips as her heard her skull partially crack. Isaac on the other hand, was being mauled by Oktober, her teeth sinking into his leg deeply. She lifted him up, and slammed him into the ground, his howl penetrating the air. A loud roar sounded from his right, as Natalie came and rammed right into Oktober, as they rolled down the street and into the park.

Natalie charged towards Oktober, the other wolf doing the same, as they clashed into each other, claws and fangs ripping and tearing at each other's skin. Natalie chomped onto Oktober's neck, and threw her into a tree, as she slid against the ground, knocking into the jungle gym not too far ahead. Oktober stumbled up, and charged at Natalie again, but missed, and rammed straight into the brick wall, knocking her unconscious. She charged back up the hill, and saw that Stiles was running with Lydia to somewhere safe, and she sighed in relief, in relevance that they were okay, but her happiness was short lived, as she noticed a large dark object that was stalking them from the rooftops.

"We need to find a store that's not locked to put you in. Damn it, why does everyone in the square have to lock up their stores for a stupid meeting that's three feet away?" said Stiles, as he attempted to open locked doors.

"Maybe that clothing store over there?" suggested Lydia, as she pointed to a small thrift store down the road, "I used to shop there, they hardly lock it," Stiles raised an eyebrow at her sudden response, "Ugh, I was poor once Stiles, now let's go!"

They strode over to the store and pulled open the door, shutting down all of the lights, and headed towards the counter. Stiles put Lydia behind the register, and they both crouched down. A low chuckle was heard, and they realized their cover was up.

"You know, you could've picked a way better place to hide in. I'm not a fan of thrift stores." Said the deep voice from behind them. The entire counter was lifted as they both fell back. Standing above them, was Gabriel, the burly, and muscular Werewolf.

"Yeah well, I'm on a budget here." Countered Stiles, motioning for Lydia to stand behind him.

Gabriel chuckled, and edged closer to them. "You know, for such a smartass, you're not all that smart talking back to someone like me."

"Dad taught me best." Stiles replied, reaching into his pocket for the flash-bomb arrow he took from Allison's bag. He flung it at the ground, and the whole room lit up, blinding Gabriel. Stiles grabbed Lydia, and shoved her inside of a clothes rack, hiding her from the Alpha that was temporarily blinded. Stiles ran towards the counter and grabbed a couple of pocket knives that were on display.

Gabriel stumbled about, his vision blurred and altered, leaving him confused of his surroundings. Stiles had launched the arrow close up, which left a longer effect on Gabriel. He felt a sharp pain in his back, and reached to find a small knife that was lodged in.

"You know, you dumbasses came to our town to mess with us, and now look at you, blind and unable to defend yourself." Said Stiles tauntingly, throwing another knife in Gabriel's direction. It landed right in his shoulder as Gabriel grunted in pain.

"Just wait till this blindness wares off kid, you'll be begging for your life before you know it." Said Gabriel swinging at the air.

"I highly doubt that." Said Stiles, running towards Gabriel and stabbing him in the forehead. Gabriel screamed in pain, but realized that the stabbing only increased his vision, repairing it slightly, just enough to grab Stiles by the throat and slam him into the wall, causing all of the picture frames to fall over. Stiles' eyes formed to black, as he got up and brushed the dirt and debris from his jeans. He stared at Gabriel intently, before uttering the words, "Delorum Morsus."

Gabriel's body began to contort in all shapes and forms, his bones snapping left and right, and his cries of pain echoing off of the thin walls. Stiles began to feel light headed, and fell to the floor, as Gabriel regained his position.

"Time to die kid." He said, as he stalked and limped towards Stiles' staggering body. He picked Stiles up by the collar, and pinned him to the wall. His magic power was low, weakened. Is this how he was supposed to die? At the hands of an angry, enraged Alpha? Gabriel spat blood onto Stiles' face, "You really were a pain in the ass." He closed his eyes, hoping for the worst, when he was suddenly dropped to the ground. He opened his eyes to find Gabriel fighting a new enemy, a familiar one.

Derek slashed at Gabriel's chest, roaring with every swipe. He went to punch him in the jaw, but Gabriel grabbed his fist, and threw him back, causing him to slam into the glass table in the room. Forcing himself up, he charged at the other Alpha, knocking him to his feet and standing above him.

"You think killing me would fix anything!?" Gabriel yelled, spitting into Derek's face. Derek wiped the spit from his cheek, and outstretched his claws.

"No. But it's a start!" he roared, sinking his claws into Gabriel's neck, and ripping out his throat. Derek howled in victory, as everything outside seemed to stop. The other Alpha's paused a moment, feeling the death of their own in their senses.

Elena howled in pain, as her mate was now dead. She howled for the rest of her pack to follow her into the woods, as they charged away, defeated. Bodies were everywhere, some trampled by the battle, and others who were caught at the wrong moment.

Meanwhile back in the store, Stiles limped over to Derek, his vision impairing slightly. "Der – Derek? Is .. Is that you?" he managed to choke out, before fainting. Derek ran towards Stiles, his face blood-soaked.

"Stiles? Stiles, are you alright? Can you hear me?" he asked frantically, "Lydia! Stiles just fainted, where are you?"

Lydia scrambled out of the clothes rack and ran towards Stiles' unconscious body. "We need to get him somewhere safe, this building has five minutes before it collapses, we need to leave!"

Derek nodded and picked up Stiles' body as they both staggered their way back to Beacon Square. The building collapsed just as in Lydia's foresight, and the pack came running towards them. They set down Stiles on a park bench, and each sat down to rest.

"Is he okay?" asked Allison from under a tree, "He seems knocked out."

"He's fine, he's just drained. He used the majority of his energy to distract Gabriel from finding me. It was amazing!" said Lydia, as she leaned on Erica for support. "Where's Jackson?"

"He's back at the mansion with Deaton, Peter and Morrell, they're keeping watch until we get back. What are we going to do? Now the whole town knows about us, about what we are .. They'll hate us and want us dead." Said Boyd, rubbing his shoulder.

Stiles stifled a groan, and sat up slowly. "Not if I have something to do with it." He said, wincing at the pain his neck. Natalie rushed to his side, and helped him sit upright.

"Easy Stiles, Gabriel really did a number on you, and from the looks of it, you really did a number on him as well." She said, patting his head, "Now, explain what you mean."

"Well, I can ask my Dad to form another town meeting in the gym of the school. We can have our own meeting, to ensure them that we won't let the Alpha's take over this town. We need to stop them. One of their most powerful leaders are gone, which leaves Elena, the twins, Natalie's brother, and that gothic girl." Replied Stiles.

"I think it's worth a shot." Said Derek, nodding in approval.

"Are you even sure your Dad is gonna listen to all this? I mean, I thought you wanted him on a need to know basis?" asked Erica.

"Well, I recently found out my Dad knew about Magic, so Werewolves shouldn't be too much of an attack on his mind." Stiles said, getting up slowly, "Now come on, we have a sheriff to convince.

"So you mean to tell me that all the times you've gotten home late, been at every crime scene, and knew more than the average bystander was because you've been helping Werewolves!?" Sheriff Stilinski yelled, pacing back and forth in the living room.

"Dad, look .. I know it's a shock .. but they're my family, my pack, I had to!" Stiles countered, "Besides, it's not like you didn't know about supernatural activity to begin with!"

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about Stiles." The older man denied, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Really?" said Stiles, getting up and planting his palm on the floor, he uttered the incantation and brought his palm up, a blue rose tree growing in its place, "So you have no clue what I did? Or even remember who did that last?"

The sheriff dropped to his knees, and a single tear slid down his cheek. He looked at the plant, then back at Stiles, and stammered in disbelief. "H-How .. Where did you learn how to do that?"

"A special thank you to Mom .. she passed her powers down to me before she died .." he said softly, walking over and bending down next to his father. "Dad, I need your help. I need you to organize a town meeting, it's our own word over the Alpha's .. I want this town safe and sound, I want YOU safe and sound. I need you with me on this."

The sheriff all but nodded, and pulled out his walkie-talkie and radioed into the police station. "Attention all Beacon Officers, this is Sheriff Stilinski, I need you to organize another town meeting in the school gym tonight. Everyone must attend, I repeat, everyone must attend. Sheriff's orders."

The static on the radio shuffled a bit. "Copy that Sheriff. Are you sure about this?"

He pressed the radio button once more. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." he said, looking and smiling at Stiles.

"Affirmitive."

A/N: I know it's really short, but i wanted to put an extra chapter up since i was slacking for a while. Hope you guys enjoyed, and remember to review (:

- CosmicLoathe