Chapter 6
Raving/Try
Grayson sighed and opened her locker. It had been three days since the incident at Scott's house and everything just seemed to be coming down around them. Erica had somehow had a seizure after being poisoned and they found out that Jackson was the kanima and that someone was telling him to kill people instead of him doing it on his own. Not to mention they didn't know who was controlling him and Scott had temporarily agreed to be a part of Derek's pack strictly for the sake of "saving" Jackson.
Grayson shook her head and pulled out her copy of To Kill a Mockingbird. "Saving" Jackson might be a lost cause, especially if they didn't know who was controlling him. First, they needed to figure that out and then they could worry about "saving" Jackson. She scoffed and closed her locker, gasping when Isaac appeared behind it.
He smirked and pecked her lightly on the lips. "Hey." She smiled. "Hi." She rested her back against the lockers. "So, what's the plan?" Isaac tilted his head to the side and examined his nails. "Well, we know that Jackson's going to be at the rave tomorrow night so we have to be there too." She nodded once. "So what time do I need to be there?"
Isaac shot her and incredulous look and shook his head. "Ah uh, you're not going." She gaped at him and scoffed. "Yes I am. I can help." He leaned closer. "You could get hurt." She narrowed her eyes and poked him in the chest with her pointer finger. He wrapped his hand around it. "Listed, Lahey, I'm going and there's nothing you can do to stop me." She tugged on her hand but he wouldn't let go.
"Let go." He shook his head. "Talk to Derek about it tonight when we go to the vet's office. We'll see then." He kissed her again before releasing her and walking away. She huffed and shook her head.
They got to the vet's office at 9:30, after close, and Scott pushed open the door. He eyed Isaac up and down before narrowed his eyes at Grayson. "What's he doing here?" Derek brushed past Scott. "I need him." Scott glared at Isaac and took a deep breath. "I don't trust him." Isaac snorted and tongued his bottom lip. "Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either." Grayson shook her head at the amount of distrust in the room.
She released Isaac's hand and stomped past the counter and to the back room. "And Derek really doesn't care. Now where's the vet? Is he going to help us or not?" Grayson passed Deaton on her way to the back room and he stared after her. He looked up at the group. "That depends. Your friend Jackson, were we planning to kill him or save him."
"Kill him."
"Save him."
Scott and Derek turned their eyes to each other and Scott shook his head. "Save him." Derek sighed and sagged in resignation, turning his eyes to Deaton. "Save him." Deaton nodded at Scott and glanced back at Grayson who stood angrily leaning against the back table. He looked at Derek. "Who is she and why is she so angry?" Isaac took the opportunity to slowly rise and raise his hand in greeting. "She would be my girlfriend and she's mad because I told her she couldn't help." He directed his response at Grayson who sneered and looked away.
Derek rolled his eyes and shoved Scott and Isaac towards the back room. Deaton smiled and led them to the table in front of Grayson. Isaac reached out a hand to brush over her knee but she swiped at him and he chuckled. "You can't be mad forever." She glared. "I can be mad for as long as I want." Isaac smirked and turned to the table, Derek on his left and Scott on his right.
Deaton turned to the table with a wooden case of glass jars and placed it in the center of the table. Isaac reached out a hand but was quickly stopped when Derek snatched his wrist. "Watch what you touch." Isaac looked at Derek before leaning down and resting his elbows on the table. "So, what are you? Some kind of witch?" Deaton looked down at Isaac and smiled, amused. "No, I'm a veterinarian." Isaac nodded and Grayson snorted, shaking her head.
"I can't find anything here that could be a defense against a paralytic toxin." Derek licked his lips. "We're open to suggestions." Isaac stood. "What about an affective offense?" Derek shook his head. "We've already tried. I nearly took its head off and Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up."
Grayson pushed off of the table and worked herself beneath Isaac's arm. He lifted it and turned sideways so that she was standing against the table. "Has it shown any weaknesses?" Derek nodded. "Well, one, it can't swim." Deaton turned to Scott. "Does that go for Jackson as well?" Scott shook his head. "He's the captain of the swim team."
Deaton drew his brows together and turned away from the table, coming back with a medallion decorated with a sitting figure. "Essentially you're trying to catch two people. A puppet and a puppeteer." He placed the medallion flat against the table and pulled a single glass jar from the wooden case. "One killed the husband but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?" Derek shook his head.
"I don't think Jackson could do it." They turned to look at her. "His mother died pregnant, too, right? And she was maybe murdered." Isaac looked up. "I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."
"How do you know it's not part of the rules?" She looked up at him. "The kanima kills murders. If Jackson kills the wife than the baby dies, too." Grayson smiled up at him. "Does that mean your father was a murderer?" Isaac looked away from Grayson and over at Scott. He got a faraway look in his eyes and shrugged. "Wouldn't surprise me if he was."
Deaton perked up. "Hold on. The book says they're bonded, right?" Derek nodded. "What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson but the person controlling him? What if," Deaton unscrewed the cap on the glass jar in his hand and made a circle around the medallion with the black dust. "What if whatever affects the kanima also affects its master?" Isaac looked up at Deaton. "Meaning what?"
Scott's eyes brightened and he smiled slightly. "Meaning we can catch them. Both of them."
Grayson stomped down the stairs of the subway station and Erica glanced up. "What's wrong?" The tiny blonde groaned and turned hateful eyes to Isaac as he sauntered down the steps at a slower pace. "Ask him." Isaac rolled his eyes and stepped off the last step, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "You could get hurt, Gray. I don't see what the issue is."
Grayson screeched. "The issue is that I want to help but you are adamantly refusing. I could be a lookout or I could distract Jackson." Even Erica halted that idea. "Why don't you leave the big scary kanima to us?" Grayson rounded on her friend. "So you're on his side?" Erica held up her hands in surrender. "I'm not picking sides. I just think you should find a less danger filled task for you." Grayson rolled her eyes and perked up when Derek came down the stairs.
"Derek, can I help tomorrow?" Derek eyed Isaac and then Grayson, thinking about how useful she'd be. He nodded. "Yeah, you could be lookout and maybe even help Stiles with the mountain ash." Grayson looked triumphantly at Isaac. She stepped back when she saw the anger on his face. Derek rested his hands on Isaac's shoulders. "Talk this out in a civilized manner, please."
Isaac growled and stalked towards Grayson crouching down and lifted her over his shoulder, not breaking stride. She gasped and pressed her hands to his lower back, pushing herself up. "What are you doing?" Isaac growled and pinched the back of her thigh. She gasped and faced him the best she could. "Where are you taking me?"
He deposited her on top of a table way behind the subway, far away from where Derek and Erica could hear. "I told you it was dangerous. I was trying to protect you but you just had to go behind me and get my alpha's approval. Do you know how that makes me feel?"
Grayson opened her mouth to angrily retort but Isaac wrapped his hands around her knees and jerked her forwards towards him, sharply cutting her off. She snapped her mouth shut and looked at him wide eyed. She could see his eyes flickering from yellow to blue rapidly. "Isaac…" He shook his head. "I felt emasculated. I did because you wouldn't listen. You wouldn't accept that I was trying to protect you and you went behind my back to get what you wanted."
Grayson, understanding his anger, opened her mouth again but Isaac pressed a hand over her lips. "The only thing I want to do is protect you and you aren't letting me. You could get hurt or worse you could die. Do you know what that'll do to me? You dying? I'll be nothing. I will cease to be what I am because you are no longer here."
He pressed his forehead to hers and took the hand from her mouth and ran it through her hair. Grayson cupped his face in her hands. "I'm sorry if I hurt you by going behind your back. I just want to help. I feel so useless when I can't." Isaac nodded against her and kissed her. "I know." He pulled away. "I need to get you home before Kara has me castrated." She smirked and shook her head. "She won't castrate you. She knows how much I like that part of your anatomy."
He snorted and helped her down before following her out of the train.
"I don't even have a ticket, though." Isaac smirked down at Grayson. "No one's selling." He glanced over and saw one boy hand another boy a ticket across the hall. He smirked and kissed her temple. "Wait here." She drew her eyebrows together and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. She gasped when Isaac shoved the boy against a locker.
"That's extreme." She brought her hand to her mouth and hissed. "That's going to leave a mark." She jumped slightly. "Oh, wow." Isaac sauntered back up to her and held the ticket out. "Enjoy the show." Grayson smiled and brought his head down to hers. "That was extremely sexy." Isaac laughed and rested his hands on her hips, his forehead pressed to hers. "You don't know how badly I want you right not." Isaac took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "I think I have an idea." Grayson smiled and kissed him as the bell rang.
She pulled away and shoved him towards the locker room. "You're going to be late for morning practice." He smirked and swaggered, yes he swaggered, down the hall. Grayson arched a brow and cocked her head to the side, taking in an eyeful of his delicious backside. She hummed and shook herself, heading towards her chemistry class.
Grayson sat on the bottom step of the subway. Isaac was on the step above her with his legs planted on either side of her and his chin rested on the top of her head. Her arms were draped over his thighs and his arms were looped through hers. "Grayson will ride with Scott and Stiles to the party and Erica and Isaac will sneak in through the back. Grayson, if you can, help Stiles with the mountain ash and then get inside and find Isaac and Erica."
He turned to his first two betas. "Your job is to track down Jackson and keep him from hurting someone until we can get the ketamine into his system." Isaac nodded. "Grayson," She looked up at Derek. "Stiles is picking you up after Scott. Then, we just hope the plan works." Grayson sat up slightly. "What are you going to do?" Derek eyed her and smiled. "Boyd and I will be outside dealing with the hunters that we know are going to show up." She nodded and rested back against Isaac.
Derek nodded. "Everyone got it?" When no one spoke up he nodded again. "Good. Let's go." Isaac helped Grayson stand and led her outside to wait for Stiles. He turned her to face him and combed her hair back behind her ears. He looked her over.
She was wearing a black off shirt that hung off of one shoulder to reveal her black bra strap. The sleeves and belly of the shirt had been cut into strips to show off her stomach. Isaac cocked a eyebrow when he saw her belly button ring. It was long and glittered in the light. A tiny wolf rested just above the waist band of her black leather skirt that he knew she'd borrowed from Erica. Her ever present combat boots finished off the outfit.
He flicked his thumb over her stomach jewelry. "Where'd you get this?" She smirked up at him. "I had it custom made." She ran her fingers through his hair. "It reminds me of you." He laughed and kissed her soundly on the lips as Stiles drove up. She pulled away but he kept her still. She looked into his eyes and instantly saw the worry there. "Be careful." He whispered.
She kissed him and nodded. "The same goes for you, okay? I don't need you dying on me." He laughed thinly and shook his head. "That won't happen anytime soon." She smiled and tugged on his ears before slipping into the passenger seat of Stiles' jeep.
She hopped out of the jeep when Stiles put it in park. They went to the back of the car and he lifted the trunk. "Are you okay?" Scott asked. Stiles looked over at him and nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. Why?" Scott shook his head. "You didn't say anything the whole way here." Grayson raised a brow and turned away. Even she knew that was a feat for Stiles.
She turned when she heard Scott run up the steps of the warehouse. "Plan officially sucks!" Stiles threw the trash bag of mountain ash to the ground beside his back tire. She smiled thinly at him. "You'll be fine." He nodded and ran a hand over the back of his head. "You can do this, Stiles. Don't doubt yourself." He smiled weakly at her before jerking his head to the door. "Go. I got this." She smiled and nodded before scampering up the stairs and into the warehouse.
She handed over her ticket and pushed through the crowd, searching in vain for Isaac and Erica. She gasped when she was whirled around and pressed against a cement pillar. Isaac smirked down at her before latching his lips to her pulse point and lifting her off the ground.
Grayson gasped and locked her ankles behind his back and her arms around his neck. He gripped her hips with bruising force and pushed her harder against the wall, feeling every curve of her body. She whined and brought her hands down to his jeans and quickly undid them. She pulled back and gasped when she found him going commando.
He smirked and dipped back down to her neck. He reached between them and pushed her panties aside, groaning when he found her already sopping. He moved his mouth from her neck to her lips and pushed his tongue inside before plunging into her depths. She arched back and tightened her legs around his waist.
It didn't take long for either one of them to reach their peak. Isaac mouth away and whimpered. Grayson bit her bottom lip and keened, trembling, as she came around him. Isaac followed quickly and rested his forehead against her shoulder, calming his heart.
He pulled out of her and tucked himself back into his jeans before lowering Grayson down to shaky legs and adjusting her skirt. Isaac smirked down at her and took her hand, leading her through the crowd. They easily found Scott and sighed when they appeared. "Really, you guys?" Isaac shrugged and leaned one shoulder against the pillar. Grayson stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, her chin rested on her his shoulder.
Scott handed Isaac the needle gun. "Why me?" He asked. Scott glanced around the room. "Because I've got to make sure the Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan." Isaac glanced at Grayson. "Look, you've got to do it intravenously which means in the vein. You find him, you pull back on this plunger right here." Isaac took the needle gun from Scott and held it the way he needed to. "In the neck's probably going to be the easiest."
Isaac nodded. "So, you find the vein, you jam it in there and you pull back on the trigger. Be careful." Isaac laughed. "I doubt I'll even slightly hurt him." Scott shook his head. "I mean you." Isaac looked up, speechless. Grayson tightened her arms around him. "I don't want you to get hurt." Isaac nodded once before Scott walked away.
He turned to Grayson who smiled. He rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead. "Go to the room we talked about and wait for Erica and I. Don't act suspicious." She narrowed her eyes. "I can take care of myself. You just go do what you have to do and I'll see you later." He kissed her. "Be careful." She nodded and they went in opposite directions.
Grayson held the metal door open as Isaac dragged Jackson into the room with Erica quickly behind. Isaac had five claw marks on the right side of his ribcage and Erica had five blood trails on her left upper arm.
Isaac set Jackson in the chair and turned to Grayson who lifted his shirt. He sighed and let her play concerned girlfriend. Grayson wasn't surprise to find the marks gone but she brushed her hands over the smooth flesh anyway. Isaac licked his lips and gently grabbed her wrists. "I'm fine." She nodded and stepped back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.
They avidly watched Jackson to make sure he didn't move. Erica and Isaac rushed the door when it opened. Stiles held up his hands. "It's just me! It's just me. Don't freak." Stiles closed the door and approached Jackson. "He okay?" Isaac stepped forward. "Well," He looked at Stiles. "Let's find out." He brought his claws out and made to slash across Jackson's chest but Jackson's arm lifted and he wrapped his hand around Isaac's wrist, breaking it.
Isaac fell to his knees as the bone cracked twice. Jackson released him and Isaac stumbled towards Grayson. He sat on the sink in the corner and clutched his already healing wrist. Grayson pushed his sleeve up and examined the purple flesh. "Okay, nobody does anything like that again, okay?" Erica nodded emphatically. "I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out." Stiles scoffed. "Well, it looks like this is all we're going to get."
Stiles examined Isaac's wrist. "Let's just hope that whoever's controlling him showed up tonight." Erica tapped Stiles' shoulder incessantly when Jackson's eyes opened. Grayson clutched Isaac's uninjured wrist and he looked up at her. "I'm here." All eyes turned to Jackson as he spoke. His voice was strange. It sounded deeper and layered like there were two separate voices speaking. Jackson's and someone else's. "I'm right here with you."
Stiles stepped forward and crouched a few feet in front of Jackson. Isaac leaned forward, his hands on his knees. Grayson stood close behind him with her hands resting on his shoulders. "Jackson is that you?" Stiles asked. "Us. We're all here." Stiles slowly turned to Isaac who shrugged. He turned back to Jackson and licked his lips. "Are you the one killing people." Jackson's upper lip curled. "We're the ones killing murderers."
Stiles narrowed his eyes. "So all of the people you've killed so far…" He trailed off and Jackson finished for him. "Deserved it." Stiles nodded slowly. "You see we've got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers." Jackson sneered. "Anything can break if enough pressure's applied." Stiles narrowed his eyes. "So the people you're killing are all murderers then."
Jackson didn't move. "All. Each. Every one." Stiles blinked and glanced at the three people behind him. "Well who did they murder?"
"Me." Stiles froze and drew his eyebrows together. "Wait, what do you mean?" Jackson's head straightened. "They murdered me." Grayson's eyes grew wide and her fingers curled tightly around Isaac's sweatshirt. Isaac stood and slowly brought himself and Grayson towards Erica. Stiles looked over at them before glanced back at Jackson who's eyes had changed. "They murdered me." Stiles stood and stepped back, knocking into Erica and Isaac.
"Alright. Ketamine, the man needs more ketamine, come on." Isaac slowly held up the empty bottle. "We don't have anymore." Stiles closed his eyes and looked at Isaac. "You used the whole bottle?" He took it from Isaac. Erica and Grayson tapped on their shoulders.
Both boys looked up and their mouths fell open. Jackson slowly stood and growled at the group. He opened his mouth and screamed. "Okay, out everybody out." Isaac roughly dragged Grayson behind him as his wrapped a handful of Sitles' jacket in his fist. They slammed through the door and pressed back against. "Find something to move in front of the door." They froze when Jackson slammed through the wall, obliterating it.
It took them seconds to gain their bearings before they moved through the bodies in the warehouse. The music stopped and the made their way to the door. Stiles exited first with Erica and Isaac and Grayson quickly behind. They reached the platform and Isaac and Erica froze. Isaac looked at Grayson and then at the line of mountain ash and gently pushed her over it. She protested but Derek gripped her arm.
"It's working! Yes! I did something!" Stiles said triumphantly to Grayson as Isaac crouched down and stared at the black ring of dust. "Scott." Grayson snapped her gaze up to Derek. "What?" Derek turned frantic eyes to Stiles. "Break it." Stiles shook his head. "What? Why?"
Derek gaped, panicked. "Scott's dying!" Stiles froze. "Wait, what? How do you know?" Derek groaned. "Oh, my God Stiles I just know! Break it!" Stiles rolled his eyes and dropped to his knees, waving his hands over the ash and creating a gap. Derek leapt over the circle and raced into the warehouse. Isaac and Erica jumped down the platform and Isaac immediately wrapped Grayson in his arms.
She clutched at his back and buried her face in his chest. He kissed the top of her head and brushed her hair down. "What do we do?" They turned to Erica and then looked up at the warehouse. They couldn't answer her.