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Chapter Six: Rapid Movement

"Seriously?! Neither of us remember where we parked the car?" I groaned as Scott and I walked around the parking structure. I never felt so brain dead, after all I should be asleep at home. I just had to come and make sure Scott bought everything we needed. "Hey, how about you use your super hearing to find the stupid piece of metal?"

"And they say two heads are better than one," Scott said. He put the grocery bags down on the floor and begun to listen for the car. These are the type of situations where Scott's abilities come in handy if not we'd be here all night.

I didn't have the energy to give a sassy comeback, I simply said, "The faster you find the car, the sooner me bed will stop having to be without me." He chuckled and after a few moments I groaned out of frustration.

"Found it! Its on the next floor," he said and was a bit too proud that he knocked over one of the bags he put down. The milk went rolling down. I jumped down to the ground to see the milk coming back, but with claw marks into it and I was going to scream if I didn't see Derek's face telling me to not tell Scott. I grabbed the milk and summoned all the pointless talent I gained in drama class. I pretended to look scared as I looked over to Scott. "Scott..." I said in a shaky voice.

The terrified look on his face almost made me want to break character and laugh, but I held myself together. "Run!" he yelled. I grabbed some of the grocery bags and I did as I was told, but he went one way and I went the other. He went to a floor down, I went to the floor up where the car was parked. Obviously I stopped running after a while and took my sweet time getting to the car. I got to our long lost vehicle and that's when I realized that Scott still had the keys. I was slightly annoyed due to my lack of sleep. Out of no where car alarms started blaring from below. What did Scott do now?

As I waited for my idiot brother, I texted mom letting her know we were almost done with grocery shopping and we'd be home soon. I played a card game on my phone until the training session was over which didn't take that long since Scott came walking up to the car with frustration written all over his face. "So, how was the training?" I casually asked as I put the grocery bags into the back seat.

The look on Scott's face was priceless. I laughed out loud as I took my sat down in the passengers seat. "You knew?" I gave a huge grin as I simply nodded my head. He grunted in annoyance as he started the car. "He broke my phone and told me to stop being with Allison," he simply said. I understood were Derek was coming from, but Scott is a teenage boy in his first real relationship, it's practically telling a starving dog to stop eating the food he was given.

"You're going to still see her aren't you?" He simply nodded his head with a smirk plastered on his face. "You would leave me alone to cook dinner. I guess I'll set a doggie bag aside for you."

"Ha-ha," he sarcastically said. I didn't even realize what I said until I actually thought about it. Yup, I needed sleep.

Scott dropped me off at home and it was empty once more, mom probably had to go a bit earlier than she said. I put the groceries in their places and made dinner for mom for when she came home. I ate a sandwich and headed to my much desired bedroom. I practically threw myself onto my bed. Finally!

Nope, I couldn't sleep. Every single thought I had in my mind happened to show up. It was only nine at night, but soccer tryouts were tomorrow and I needed to sleep well... even if I won't actually participating because of my stupid hand. Coach Fletcher would probably just have me help him evaluate people. My heart started to beat faster from nerves when there was nothing to worry about, kinda. I guess I was worried that my injury would cost my spot on the team and I wanted to play, it's like Scott's lacrosse. His sport is lacrosse and mines soccer.

Noises came from Scott's room, but I didn't hear Scott park the car outside. The Alpha, that was my first thought. I was frozen for a moment as I gathered my thoughts and attempted to calm down. I shook everything off and grabbed the baseball bat. Everything felt as if it were going in slow motion and my heart beat was louder than ever. I slowly approached Scott's door, took a deep breath and charged right inside. I swung the bat in the dark then someone grabbed it and screamed my lungs out. The intruder then turned on the light. Derek.

"Shit, Derek! I almost had a freaking heart attack because of you! I thought you were the damn Alpha," I quickly yelled at him as I regained my posture. Slowly my heart rate dropped back to it's normal beat. That was just not fun in any way possible and I really did think I was going to have a heart attack for a spilt moment.

"Well your scream wasn't that fun either," Derek said as he rubbed his temples. Karma. I snickered and he quickly became back to his usual grumpy self. "Scott saw the Alpha. Ran for his life from him."

My first act on the situation was to laugh. Then I realized how serious that could have been and that Scott could have easily been killed. "I don't even know wha-"

"What's going on?" Scott asked as he stepped into his own room.

Sarcasm cannot be contained with the sleep deprivation. I cannot be held responsible for any actions my sleepy state may do thus I said, "We were about to have sex until you came, Scott. Gosh!" I stomped away and before I left the room I said, "I get to go to sleep knowing I've been cock-blocked by my own brother. Thanks Scott!" I wanted to laugh at both of their reactions, but I had to keep my sarcasm intact. I did go to sleep right after that, probably from the near heart attack Derek gave me from being the gorgeous werewolf sneaking into our house at night.

School was too much like a jail. I couldn't concentrate in any class, I just wanted it to be after school already. Math class was beyond pointless, hell every class was pointless today. I turned to my side to gaze out the window. Something caught my eyes, Stiles and Scott. They had their free period and then Stiles begun to throw the ball at Scott's sensitive area. I laughed at the sight which caused Ms. Pratt to cough at my direction and I immediately turned my head to her. "Is something funny Ms. McCall?"

"Yes, actually. Thank you for asking." I don't like Ms. Pratt and I don't like how she teaches thus I act like a complete dick to her at times. It's not that I don't understand what she teaches, the complete opposite, I get great grades on everything. Even though I'm no I-take-two-math-classes-Lydia Martin. I swear that red head sets the bar too high up for the rest of us. Before Ms. Pratt got more pissed I said, "I just saw Stiles throw a ball at my brothers no-no zone and that classifies as pretty hysterical in my book."

"And not paying attention and giving attitude in my class classifies as a detention in my book." Oh, she also doesn't like me for some unknown reason. I never been late to her class, I've done my homework and do well on tests, why does she have some sort of vendetta against me?

"What?" I clearly asked. The whole class got silent and that silent where you could hear a pin drop. I wanted to yell sorry for the awkwardness, but I was more baffled by what she was about to do to me.

"Mr. Harris. Today. After school." That got my blood boiling. This was no reason for detention and she didn't even want to take the detention out of her time so why should I even take her seriously? These are the type of actions that made me dislike her so much, she can't even take responsibility for a detention that she gave to me.

"I have soccer tryouts, I can't miss that-" She didn't even let me finish!

"Should have thought about that beforehand." She wasn't even that old of a teacher. Mid-thirties at the most and her attitude is probably why she will end up with a bunch of cats. She shouldn't be that much of a grumpy. Derek is grumpy, but he has a reason. Ms. Pratt is happy to the staff and Lydia, but mean to all the other students.

"You can't-"

"Do you want to push it for a week?" I glared at her without saying another word. Why do all teachers threaten me to extend the stupid detention for a week? Is it some sort of strategy to shut us up? Well it was working on me. "That's what I thought." I made a face at her when she turned around to the board. I wanted to just walk out of the classroom and never return. Math is just a spectacular class.

The bell rang and I couldn't have sprinted out of that classroom fast enough. I walked into the library ready to confront Erica on what has been going on and why she was angry at me. There she was just reading a book. I placed myself in front of her and she looked up with her sleepy eyes. "Hi. So what's been going on? You've been..well distant."

"Yeah... I kinda need that right now. Sav, there's just stuff going on and I want to get through it myself. Is that fine?" I felt as if I failed. I nodded my head and she just got up to sit somewhere else. Erica was suppose to be my normalcy, my rock and now she's shutting me out. This day kept getting better and better. I stood still for while before I snapped out of whatever trance I was in and I got up to go on the other side of the library, but then I decided to just go out and hang out with Scott.

Stiles caught me up in the grueling details he did to Scott in order for him to control his anger. Whenever I laughed Scott would just glare or defend himself. I can see why Stiles would want to help Scott, I would if I wasn't stuck in stupid math class and I also trust Derek so there's that difference. The parking lot session was pretty funny and also very accurate to what could happen in the real world when Derek wasn't around to help us. I do hope Scott would get his werewolf act together that way we could stop bugging him.

The end of the day came by fast and I was a nervous wreck. Within the next hour and a half I would 1) show up late to tryouts or at all depending on Mr. Harris 2) tell Coach Fletcher I had detention and 3) show Coach Fletcher that I can even tryout and making it that much harder for me to be on the team. I walk into the classroom to find my brother and Stiles already sitting down. "How the hell did you guys get detention?"

"Scott keyed a car," Stiles immediately said. I chuckled at the thought of Scott keying a car. Scott would have never keyed someone's car so that had Stiles written all over. It was messed up that Scott couldn't help Mr. Stilinski during the mountain lion incident, but he couldn't really do anything when he was worried about the actual threat. Still, it was pretty screwed up to not be there for him. Knowing Stiles, he wouldn't be mad at Scott for that long.

"Stiles was the one that keyed that car, I got beat up for it," Scott defended. I knew it.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you Stiles?"

"Basking in every second," he said along with his prideful grin. It was a way to help Scott control his heart rate and equally get back at him for his dad. Killing two birds with one stone.

I smiled once more before asking, "Anyways, where's Mr. Harris?" Once again, the anger towards Ms. Pratt rose once more at the thought of detention. I really did not want to be here.

"Wait, why are you here?" Scott asked.

I was about to answer if it wasn't for Mr. Harris. "She back talked to Ms. Pratt," Mr. Harris said as he walked into the room. "You were also not paying attention." I would usually think that was rude to answer for me yet I was okay with him telling Scott and Stiles.

"That's what I wanted to talk-"

"I don't like taking other teachers detentions, much less another McCall. " What is up with teachers and interrupting me? I think they all have a week where they pick a student to annoy for the rest of the month. A very bad version of student of the month.

"Then what can I do to get out of here and to tryouts?" I asked at the slight window he gave me when he said that he hated when he had to deal with other teachers detention.

He looked at me, well my arm, for a moment before saying, "You can do an extra credit assignment for my class, due tomorrow and this detention can go away." I wanted to jump in joy and I did do a tiny jump. Scott and Stiles had their mouths open in astonishment. I wanted to just rub it in their faces.

"Deal!"

"What?!" Scott and Stiles both said. Did they expect me to stay here and suffer with them? They should know I don't roll that way, even more with tryouts happening at that very moment. I love them both and I do wish them luck with Harris. I was in their place a few days ago so they should see it as a way of bringing the world back to it's natural state.

"Mr. Harris, I'll gladly do extra credit for the rest of the week," Scott said.

"Yea-Yeah me too," Stiles agreed as Mr. Harris was grabbing me the assignment from one of the drawers.

"Sit down and be quiet, neither of you are leaving this classroom until I say so," Mr. Harris said as he handed me a paper with some chemistry equations. "Now go before I change my mind," he said in a much more serious tone.

"Thank you so much!" I said while I walked out. I looked at Stiles and Scott who were looking clearly annoyed that I got out of detention. I mouthed 'suck it' as I practically skipped out of the classroom. The second I closed that door, I sprinted to the locker rooms. Sprinted so fast that I'm pretty sure I ran past Ms. Pratt and avoided a long lecture on how I was suppose to be in detention. I changed into work out clothes for the slight chance that Coach Fletcher would let me on the field.

The field was already filled with girls doing running drills and Coach Fletcher was on the sidelines reviewing something on his clipboard. I set my stuff down and cautiously walked up to him. "McCall!" he yelled out and that made me jump.

"Yes!" I yelled right next to him.

"Oh there you are..." His eyes went down to my arm. "You know I can't let you on the field with that injury and more importantly how did that happen? You were one of our best players, I can't lose you over an arm injury in a leg dominated sport."

I felt guilty for even standing there and all I could say was, "I fell and I'm sorry, but if you just let me go out there-"

"I can't, school policy. Your physical checked out earlier...which means this was recent." His sigh had disappointment written all over it. I felt like I was getting punished for doing something horrible, I hate letting people down. He was in deep thought before he asked, "When do you get it off?"

I panicked, badly. "...In a week or t-two" I wanted to shove those words right back into my mouth. This was something I enjoyed doing in my free time and I couldn't just let that chance go over a stupid arm injury. "I'm a-a quick healer."

He nodded as he went into another deep thought. It felt like I was waiting for a jury to decide wether I was going to jail or not, in this case to play on the team or not. So many things were turning out good today and I hope he would give me a chance. If this goes well then I had to go and speak with Erica because that would be the only really bad thing in my life or at least in these moments. Scott is a huge liability when it comes to bad luck and I knew it in my gut that it was going to get really bad at one point. He looked at me which made all my focus on the next words coming out of his mouth. "I will let you...be on the team." Did I hear correctly? Yes, I did. Now I knew how happy Scott felt for getting on first line and my jaw was going to be sore from how wide my smile was at that moment. "But you will have to train on your own time and I expect you to be on top of your game when we have our first game next week...or whenever you get that cast off."

"Next week?" I gawked. That was really soon, too soon. I guess it was a good thing that I couldn't play since I would have to train twice as much.

"It's just a scrimmage, but a game nonetheless." No pressure. Scrimmages usually determine if we will have a good year or not, at least that's how Coach Fletcher sees it. He did this last year and based on how well each of us did, he would axe out anyone who couldn't perform at his expectations after the scrimmage. It's the same as the final round of tryouts. "Now go and train on your own," he said as he patted my shoulder with a smile.

"Thank you! You won't regret it," I said as I jogged back to the locker rooms. I reached my stuff, but then I decided I'll just leave it here and come back when tryouts were done. I stretched for a bit while I decided what I should do for my training. Evidently, I chose to just go for a run in the woods. Everything was going in the right direction in just one day. The day started bad and ended well. This run was going to be well for me, a time to just clear my mind about everything that was going around me with Scott, Erica and other people.

I thought about Scott and Erica for most of the run and then Isaac popped into my head. He was just so gorgeous in my eyes. Getting a burger with him was definitely one thing that I was looking forward to. It was easy for me to start liking someone and Isaac was a guy a clearly had a crush on based on a detention where I got to talk to him and the fact that he completely attractive was what grabbed my attention in the first place. It had been a while since I actually had a crush on someone, even if it was a tiny one.

I was completely lost in my thoughts that I hadn't realized that I had run a bit too far. I had to walk back to the school from the deep end of woods. I got to the edge of the woods before a hand with a towel went over my nose and mouth. I screamed and try to get the man off of me, but he was too strong. My vision became blurry and it was difficult for me to stay conscious. Before I drifted off, I remember being lifted off the ground. I vaguely remember a familiar face and I would have recognized him if I wasn't slipping into unconsciousness.

My surroundings were becoming clearer and my mind was recalling everything that happened. The kidnapping. In a matter of seconds I was terrified for my life as my legs arms were tied down to a chair. "Finally," a voice came from behind me. My whole body tensed up and it became harder to breathe. My eyes were tearing up because I thought I was about to die. The chair swiveled around to get a good look at the man that took me away. My heart beat increased even more at the sight. Peter Hale.

"You're- you-how" I stuttered out.

"Alive? Yes. Healed? Mostly. Now you're just going to sit there and listen." I sat still as I didn't want to die at any point. "Let's start off by saying that I left that note on your desk." There was nothing where my heart used to be, just a heavy black block of fear. The Alpha. "I'm the big bad wolf. Now you have a choice, either I turn you now or later."

"What?" I was completely baffled by his statement. I had no choice, but I did not want to be a werewolf like my brother, not now or ever. My mouth blurted out the obvious, "W-why?" I had no reason to be a werewolf or any trait that would be good for one.

He smirked and said, "I can hear your heart beat, you know? You're terrified of me which means you will do anything I say, especially if it means that it will keep your gorgeous mother safe as well as your friend... What's her name?...Erica?" My blood boiled beneath my skin at the mention of my mom and best friend. He smiled, "That's more like it, get angry at me. Do remember I can kill you in less than a second, so don't do anything stupid." I calmed down, out of fear. He looked out at the wall for a moment before saying, "Your brother is calling me, so let's make this quick. These people that have been dying-"

"Because you killed them," I whispered. He looked irritated at me and I apologized.

"They're not innocent. They killed my family. You will help me get rid of them. Before I forget, if you want to keep anyone safe you will not tell anyone that Uncle Peter is the Alpha. Okay?" That sounded more of a threat than a questions.

Nevertheless, I rapidly agreed because I knew he would hurt someone I care about. I thought about what he said and then I did something I would very much regret. I spit on his face and I don't even know why I did it in the first place. Actually no, I was disgusted at the fact that he would even think I would help take away a life from someone. He looked a bit irritated with disbelief, but his deadly smirk was plastered on his face. "Wrong choice." His eyes turn red and his teeth snarled out. I shook my head and I couldn't speak. I was scared to death. I just wanted to fight against him, but I couldn't. He knocks the wooden chair to the wall and it gets destroyed as I fall flat to the ground. My head hits the floor and my whole body was in shock from the throw. I groaned in pain as I turned my body to face up. I see the full Alpha and I scream so loud that I'm sure Scott and Derek heard me. I try to squirm away from him, but it was pointless. He dragged me back. He sunk his teeth into the right side of my waist and I passed out from exhaustion with fear. Too much for my body to handle.

My chest ached and my the air that went to my lungs scratched against my throat. It felt as if I was bleeding from various cuts from the inside my throat. I slowly regained my vision to see myself back in the woods. I was exhausted and moved my hair out of my face with my left hand. That's when I realized something was wrong. It didn't hurt and my arm was free from the cast. I got dizzy as I quickly sat up. A sharp ringing sound hit my ears and I clenched my head in my hands out of pain. My whole head was throbbing in agony. I sat still as I managed to compose myself. My waist felt as if someone cut it open bit by bit with a razor blade. I raised my shirt to see a bite. The bite.

The first person that came into my mind was Derek, the only one that could help me. As much as it hurt my body to get up and run, I did. My legs felt like they weighted a a hundred pounds each as I somehow managed to reach the porch of Derek's home. I was barely able to yell Derek's name out. I supported myself against a pillar as Derek came out with a grumpy appearance that quickly disappeared once he saw my horrible state.

"I need your help."

So when I said I wanted to turn Savanna soon, I meant the next chapter :D Sorry for the delay, I've been having a dash of writers block and I'm getting back on track!

Let me know what you guys think about this chapter and lovely reviews or questions are always welcomed. Hope you guys enjoyed and stick around to see what happens when everyone is stuck at the school with the Alpha.

-Z