Authors Note: Oh my god, I'm so sorry I haven't gotten this up sooner. I really meant to, butI haven't got an excuse :p sorry guys. But hey, here it is! Oh, and to the Guest who asked, yep, I do circus. Basically I do it all summer, then during the year I take classes. Its a ton of fun, I'm mainly and aerialist, but I juggle and walk on stilts :) anyway, on to the story!

Disclaimer: Really, I would not be writing fanfic if I owned Teen Wolf.

Racing into the Hospital, the pack ran into Mrs. McCall, who had been informed of the situation while they were on the way to the Hospital. Silently she led them to the room Isaac was being kept in, but before going in she pulled Scott to the side.

"He looks really bad...I'm not sure he'll make it."

Scott just shook his head, and ran in with the rest. On the bed before them was Isaac, who looked pale and sickly. His breathing was shallow and sweat was trickling off his brow. The pack looked at each other, and Derek slowly brought out the antidote. Waking Isaac from his stupor, he slowly helped him to sitting.

"What... whats going on?" Isaac mumbled weakly.

"We have an antidote to your poison." Allison said reassuringly. Slowly Derek tipped the flask to Isaac's lips, forcing him to swallow it all. Slowly Isaac began coughing, which got deeper and deeper, and began to shake his body. A black sludge leaked from his mouth.

"What the hell is that?!" Scott shrieked (in a manly way, of course).

"I don't know..." Derek said, just as the coughing stopped. Lydia looked to Derek, and said, "I think we should pay a visit to Cyra."

Across Town, Cyra's House

As soon as she was sure the werewolves were gone, Cyra took her bike out from behind the tree she had hid it, and began riding home. Throughout the ride she was hunched over her bike, breathing heavily, and occasionally feeling her stomach, which held five long scratches up it. She had previously hidden them from the pack with her sweater, but now she could feel the poison setting in. I have to get it out of my system.

At last Cyra arrived at her house, and throwing the bike down she raced to the living room, not realizing she hadn't locked the door. When she reached the living room she grabbed a jagged crystal that had previously been the center piece of the coffee table. Hurrying to the stairs, she first went to the bathroom and shed her clothes. Seeing how bad the wound really was, she brought out medical supplies, but soon realized that the endeavor was feudal. Instead, she went to the room that took up most of the upper floor. Entering, she climbed the stairs up the side of the gigantic tank, and entered. Closing her eyes she breathed in, and brought the crystal to her lips.

At the Hospital

"What do you mean, she was there?" The pack was seated around Isaac, who was looking considerably healthier.

"Im telling you, the night I was at the lake Cyra was there, swimming. Only..." Isaac trailed off.

"What?" Erika prompted.

"She looked like she was talking with someone. And she didn't look quite like herself." Isaac looked down.

"Who was she talking to? And what do you mean she didn't look like herself?" Derek looked as concerned as he ever did.

"Well I think she was talking to the same someone who poisoned me. There couldn't have been anyone else there that night."

"And by looking different, you mean..." Allison waited for him to continue.

"I mean that her skin was incredibly pale, and the aura about her was different. Plus she smelled really salty...and a bit like blood." Isaac finished, looking away from the pack. "Thats all I remember, I was attacked soon after seeing them."

"Sure. You need more rest, we'll come back in a bit." With that Derek stood, the pack trailing out behind them, saying their goodbyes.

Outside the room, they stopped a little ways down the hall.

"What should we do? Confront her?" Erika asked, taking a wide stance. Everyone looked to Derek, who was slowly nodding his head.

"If she hurt one of ours, we have to make her pay." He said decisively.

"Wait, but what if she didn't do anything?" Stiles protested. "We have to at least hear her out, alright? Promise me."

"Fine Stiles, we wont make rash decisions." Derek conceded.

With that they set off, into the parking lot. Sties, Scott, and Allison got into Stiles's old beat up jeep, Derek, Boyd, and Erika got into Derek's car, while Jackson and Lydia got in Jackson's car. Stiles had to go first, because he was being directed by Allison, who besides Lydia, was the only one to ever go to Cyra's house.

It took a bit to get there, as Cyra lived on the other side of town from the hospital. They reached the house and pulled up, one by one getting out and gathering on the small lawn.

"So...do we knock?" Boyd looked at the others.

"Oh for god's sake come on." Erika said, promptly marched up to the door, and kicked it in.

"Erika! You cant just do that!" Stiles spluttered. "It wasn't even locked!"

"Oops, too late." She replied, smiling wickedly. After a moment, when no one came to the entrance, or said anything, they entered the house, and Derek stopped.

"What? What is it?" Allison asked.

"Blood. It smells like blood." He paused and sniffed again. "Not human blood though."

"Werewolf?"

"No, I've never smelled anything like this before." Came the reply. When nothing more was said, they began looking around. Allison and Scott found little drops of blood in the living room, and from there going up the stairs.

"Guys, c'mon, its going this way." Allison said.

They slowly went up stairs, their guard up. As they went up the blood seemed to increase, until they reached a door. Opening it slowly, they peaked inside. Gasping Lydia opened the door wider. Within the room there was a bathtub, a toilet, and a sink, nearly all surfaces covered in what seemed to be blood, only more watery, along with bandages laying about.

"That is so disgusting." Lydia said, pulling a face.

"Oh my god, thats gotta be one or two pints at least!" Stiles gasped, looking at Derek for confirmation.

"We have to find her, at this point she may be dead." He turned away from the bathroom and out into the hall way, where he began sniffing (in a decidedly dog like way, thought Stiles) and turned to the only other door in the hall.

"Through there," He said. "She's, or whats left of her, is in that room."

AN: I hoped you enjoyed (finally) reading this! I don't have very much left to write, maybe another 2 or 3 chapters. Thanks too all who have stuck with me this long! As always, please review! Its greatly appreciated, and keeps me writing. Have a great day lovelies! (Review!)