Author's Note;

I APOLOGISE FOR BEING SO LATE IN UPDATING! Especially after that ending in the last chapter, please don't hate me^~^

Anyway, here is the next chapter, hopefully I won't be as long in writing the next chapter!

Reviews;

pinkfluffyunicorn69
Nooo, not Boyd and erica. Nooo.
I don't want this, no no, how could you I am ... sad. Really sad. ;-;
Don't kill such wonderful peolpe. Please don't. Ok they are dead but don't let her kill anybody else. And by the way where is actually Kaylas little sister? You didn't mentioned her in the last chapter either. Will she have a big comeback?
Well looking forward for the next chapter.
Best wishes

I know, it was so sad...I'm sorry but they weren't very important characters and someone had to die for the rest of the plot to keep moving forward...SORRY!
Heh Heh...Not promising that there won't be more deaths...
Angelique? Oh you have no idea what I have planned for her comeback.
Thanks!

nomnom
I can only agree here with pinkfluffyunicorn69.
Good fic till the scene where her dad told them that erica and boyd are dead. I try to forgive you, but it is hard. Well what can I say. You have to cheer us up. :3
Waiting for next chapter :3

Heh heh...SORRY!
I know it will be hard, but it will get better, I can always do a cute fluffy one-shot if you want. Just let me know!
Here it is and sorry again!

doctor wholock
Ok this was unexpected. I know you warn us at the beginning but I didn't expect this to happen. It is a good piece of work. I don't hate you for it I just didn't expect it. I think most of us didn't. Waiting for the next chapter. Bye.

I know it was...Why thank you and I'm glad you don't hate me for it!

SSSSOOOOOOO please read, favourite, follow, review, tell people about and enjoy my Fic'!

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The smell of blood over-powered every other scent as we walked into the building. The smell of old, rusting copper was no longer there and the moment you set a foot inside the building, the smell of car fumes and the mixed scent of people's different perfumes and colognes that they applied to strong was gone.

How could no one of noticed the metallic smell? It seemed to be everywhere, surrounding me on every side. The scent of fear provided an undercurrent stench that made the skin prickle. I shuffled forward, my feet refusing to lift any higher than a few centimeters off the ground, my hands hung limply at my sides, my right pointer finger twitching randomly every few minutes.

"Kayla?" the question was obvious, 'are you ok?' the answer was obvious to. We reached the first flight of stairs, the sweet, metallic stench of the blood seemed to grow stronger the further in we got.

I stopped as my toes just touched the bottom of the first step, they didn't want to lift themselves up. I leant against the wall, my chin dropping onto my chest, my eyes closed as I concentrated on my breathing.

'Come on dammit! Move!' I yelled at myself internally, mentally berating myself for shutting down like this. I could not let that happen, I would not let that happen.

A heavy hand rested on my shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze but nothing was said. It was all I needed to bring myself back, at least a little bit anyway, my foot lifted and then rested itself onto the first step, I moved my other leg and then that foot was on the second step.

Derek's hand never left my shoulder as we made our slow progress up the flights of stairs to the fifth floor, the smell of the blood was most definitely stronger now, there was no denying where it was coming from.

We walked down the hall, my face tightening into a wince as we got closer to door thirteen. Derek's hand dropped from my shoulder and then rested on the door handle but he didn't open it straight away, we both took a few moments to prepare ourselves for what we knew we were about to see, but there was nothing you could do to really prepare yourself was there? Nothing to prepare yourself for seeing a murdered body, a close friend's one at that.

And then all too soon the door was open and I was walking in, my mind screaming that it was a bad idea, but my body fighting back and yelling that I have to do this, that I can't always run away.

I was now drowning in the scent of blood the smell wrapping around me like a thick blanket, but it almost disappeared as my vision narrowed to only one thing. The mangled corpses that lay on the ground, blood pooling around their pale bodies.

There was no pain, no sadness, no loneliness there wasn't even rage. There was no sudden realisation or a sudden determination that I had to do something.

There was just nothing.

I stared and stared at the bodies, their throats all but ripped out, and skin to pale, splatters of dried blood covering almost every inch of it. What had been the living room was now a torn up mess. The chair Rebecca had been tied to was lying in five different places around the room, shattered into large splinters of wood. Every piece of furniture had claw marks ripped through it and the carpet was a tattered mess, painted reddish brown.

All of the walls were completely clear except for one, the back one. It was so cruel but so ironic. It was exactly something that she would do.

'Nice try.'

My mouth opened and my throat tightened as if I was going to say something, but nothing came out. Those two words burned themselves into my brain, reminding me of my first failure, at least that one hadn't been so bad, well not at the time anyway.

But then again if I hadn't made that first mistake then my mother would never have gotten away and then we never would have gone to the cemetery and then we wouldn't have had to fight her. And if he didn't fight her then we wouldn't have known that Shayne was an alpha and we also wouldn't have captured her and then tied her up in the living room. And then she wouldn't have killed Erica and Boyd.

Suddenly an emotion was crashing down on me, even stronger then the smell of the blood.

Guilt.

It was my fault that they were dead.

If I hadn't of been so damn stupid that day ((Author's Note; Referring to Chapter 18)) and let her just walk away none of this would of happened, none of it could of happened. Shayne was talking but I couldn't hear anything, my whole world was those two stupid words. Those two cocky, challenging words that made me want to both punch something and curl into a ball and cry.

But I didn't do either of those things, how could I when two people were lying dead on the ground in front of me? How could I when she had already killed somebody else? How could I when all of this was happening? I just couldn't.

"Have you been listening to the radio?" the simple question sounded so wrong in the situation we were in.

"Another body found dead in the street. We heard on the way here" Derek had answered, he seemed so calm, so in control. How could he be like that when they were lying there, their blood painting the room? What was wrong with him?

"What are we going to do with the bodies?" I asked, interrupting whatever Shayne had been saying, I wanted to know. But I didn't get an answer straight away, Shayne looked at Derek who looked at the bodies, 'The bodies? What is happening? They aren't 'the bodies' their Erica and Boyd.' I shouted at myself mentally, cursing that I could dismiss them like that. I hadn't known them that well, but they had been a part of the pack and had been good people.

"I'll figure something out" Shayne muttered when Derek didn't reply either,

"We need to tell the others" I said, turning to face Derek and Shayne, there was no more emotion in my voice, it was flat, there should have been pain, sadness or anger there, but there wasn't, there wasn't anything there.

"Here you tell them, Shayne and I will clean up" Derek held out his phone, the little silver device resting in his large palm, I stared at it for a few moments, the little voice almost coming back and shouting that I couldn't do that, I couldn't tell them that Erica and Boyd were dead. But it didn't come back, so I took the phone and then walked out the door again, leaning against the wall of the hallway. The stench of the blood was no longer bothering me.

I searched through the contacts, wondering who I should call first.

"Hello?"

"Scott? It's Kayla."

"What's going on? Are you ok? What happened?"

"Rebecca….She escaped"

"What?"

"She escaped."

"Are Erica and Boyd ok?"

"I…They…Well, no not really"

"What do you mean?"

"She killed them…." He didn't reply and just as I was about to say something, the line went dead. Next person then. I had to call three times before Stiles answered,

"What is going on? Why are you calling me at five in the morning?"

"Rebecca escaped"

"Shit. Are they ok?"

"No"

"What? What happened?"

"She killed them Stiles"

"…what?" He was having a hard time believing it, just like I had.

"You need to get to my apartment. Scott already knows, so does Derek." I hung up, scrolling through to the next person.

"..Hello?"

"Allison? It's Kayla. Something's happened."

"What is it?"

"Rebecca escaped."

"She what?"

"She escaped"

"Erica and Boyd….?"

"Dead. She killed them. You need to get over to my apartment, bring Lydia." I hung up, leaving the last person to call. I dialled the number, bringing the phone to my ear once more,

"Derek. There better be a good reason as to why you are calling me at five in the morning." The annoyance in Peter's voice was very clear.

"It's Kayla…"

"And why are you calling me at five in the morning?"

"Because Rebecca escaped."

"My problem how?"

"She also killed Erica and Boyd and left someone lying in the street."

"Your apartment?"

"Yep."

"Be there in the hour" and then the line went dead.

I walked back inside the apartment, handing the phone back to Derek, then walking down the hall, I walked into my bedroom, closing the door behind me.

I stood there in the middle of the mostly bare room, unsure what I was really doing in here, I sat down on the mattress that was my bed and looked around the room, my eyes resting on the snow globe angel that I had left sitting in the corner.

Standing up I walked over to it, picking it up. The white angel looked so peaceful, glitter floated down around it, some landing on the angel, my thumb ran over the little plaque at the bottom, the curvy, old fashioned label painted gold. The name was written in a curvy script, 'Angelique' my hand closed around the glass and then I just stood there, holding the snow globe tightly, some part of me wishing that I was feeling something.

The snow globe cracked in my hand, the water and glitter glowing over my hand, half falling on the floor, half pooling in my palm. Red mixed with the water, staining it. I didn't even feel the glass as it embedded itself in my palm, the red drops falling to the floor as well.

Then I was turning around and walking out of the room. I walked straight down the hall and out the door and didn't stop walking until I got back to Derek's loft.