Aideen had held the Argent's door open and I pushed past her as she reached for the cake. I walked through the dark house and noticed it smelt strange. I felt unwelcome and something started to make the wolf in me come out. I knew that scent, but I couldn't pin it. I placed the cake in the on the counter and looked around seeing if I could pin the sent.
"Thanks for the help," Aideen said sarcastically as I laughed. I felt totally different around her. Like there was something more than our friendship. I grabbed her quickly and pulled her into a hug, my heart pulsating to a perfect rhythm. I took in her scent, but this was different from when we were little. I could never forget that scent, so much innocence. Now it carried hatred and revenge. I had my own vendetta, but she had no reason to know.
"So, I'll see you at school?" I asked quickly, releasing her thinking the hug got awkward as she nodded with a smile. She followed me to the door and I got out of the house, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a small bush with blue flowers. It was wolfsbane. I smiled at her and started backing away toward the car. I wasn't going to be the first to break eye contact, but of course because I wasn't paying attention, I backed right into my car and fell down. I made a fool of myself, but in front of her I didn't care because of her wonderful laugh. "I'm ok," I called as she laughed and waved as I climbed in my maxima. I drove off quickly, not wanting to be any where near that house any more.
I gave thought to what I was doing. I had to stop these feelings for Aideen. She had no clue what I was, and I planned on damn well keeping it that way. I didn't want her to find out. I wanted one piece of my screwed up life to be normal. I pulled up to the animal clinic and pulled into the back so none of the passer byes would get suspicious. I walked into the surgical room and found Derek shirtless and leaning on a silver table. "What the hell happened to you?" I asked looking at a bullet wound in his arm. It hadn't healed and it looked like it was getting worse by the second.
"I was shot you idiot," he snapped as I looked at him pissed off.
"I can see that. I am not blind. I was just saying…"
"I don't give a rat's ass. Where's Scott?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I answered but had a flashback of them talking about going to the Argent's house.
"He's with Allison," Stiles answered as Derek began looking around the room. He pulled a surgical saw out and Stiles' eyes grew wide.
"If Scott doesn't get back in time you are going to have to cut my arm off," he said throwing Stiles the saw.
"Are you crazy?" he whispered looking totally freaked out.
"Stiles, if it's done right it will give his arm time to heal," I spoke up as Stiles looked at me like I was crazy.
"Really, Justin, you don't think this as any problem at all?"
"What is so hard about it? What you faint at the sight of blood?" Derek spoke up slurring his words.
"No, but I may at the sight of a cut off arm," he barked back. Derek leaned over the table and vomited black blood. I only seen that one other time in my life and that was when I watched my dad die from a wolfsbane bullet. Seeing that sight gave the horrible image of the gun going off and him falling to the floor. I quickly snapped out of my thoughts and pushed Stiles out of the way.
"Give me that!" I barked as he looked at me a little scared and backed away. I placed the saw in the position that met the rubber tube and before I turned it on the double doors blew open revealing Scott. He looked at me like I was the crazy one.
"What the hell are you doing? He screamed as I placed the saw down.
"That looked bad didn't it?" I whispered to Stiles as he laughed.
"Do you have the bullet?" Derek asked as Scott handed it over. "I'm gonna…" his voice trailed off and his eyes rolled back.
"SHIT!" I barked as Stiles and I began examining him. "This is my worst night all over again," I said aloud by accident.
"Scott," Stiles continued not paying attention to what I said. "He looks pretty dead Scott."
"Shut up! I almost have it," he called. I knelt by Derek's head and closed my eyes and clenched my fist, but Stiles had punched him in the jaw before me and Derek stumbled up. "I got it," Scott called happily handing the bullet to Derek. He broke the bullet with his teeth and laid the gun powder and lit it using his lighter. He shoved the burned gun powder into his arm and fell to the floor screaming and howling in pain.
"You ok?" Scott asked when everything got silent.
"Beside the pain, I think I am," Derek answered totally pissed off.
"Ok, I helped you. Now you have to leave us alone," Scott said as I stood behind Derek. Scott didn't like that. "You're siding with him?"
"I was born a wolf and without us, you're kind of screwed," I shrugged as Scott looked angry with me now.
"Well I should go to the Argents."
"Really Scott? Go right to the hunters?" I called.
"They're a lot fricking nicer than him!" he replied pointing to Derek.
"You want to know how nice they really are?" Derek spoke up pushing Scott out of the clinic. I knew where he was taking him, but the clock stroke midnight and I walked out with Stiles as he locked the door and placed the spare key where he got it.
"You going home?" I asked as he looked at me like I was a little clueless.
"Why? You're not?"
"I have a little…business to take care of," I shrugged before getting in my car. I pulled out and slowly drove down the street; I muted my music as the depression was settling in. I pulled into an old looking cemetery that looked like an 80's horror movie set where the fog rolled in. I turned the car off and walked past the tombstones one grave at a time. I stopped at the one on the far end of the cemetery and knelt in front of it resting my head on the top of it. It looked rather new since it very much was.
"Hey Laura, I know I should have been with you that night," I sighed looking at the inscription. "You probably would have had a better chance with me there, instead of…" I stopped myself from moving on. "I was wrong to tell, you know, but you should have listened Laura!" I barked getting angry. I stood up and dropped a red rose and looked at the inscription. "As I promised, I will look out for Derek," I sighed walking away, a gust of wind picked up and a smile peeled on my face. "Yeah, I love you too," I mumbled to myself as I came to another tombstone.
This one was much older than Laura Hale's and I sat next to it. "Dad? I'm sorry," I said as I felt the tears immediately form in my eyes. "I know, I'm not great at revenge since I can't even find who killed you. But I'm not here for that," I slowly whispered trying to suppress my anger. "You remember Aideen? Well, she came back. I wouldn't expect you to remember her leaving," I laughed grabbing a couple of rocks. "Well she moved like three or so years after you died, but anyway she came back. And it feels weird. I mean, I really like her, but I don't know if I should tell her about…what I am. I also don't know if I am getting over Laura too quickly," I sighed throwing a rock, listening it slam against cobblestone.
I rested my head on the tombstone and closed my eyes, instantly being haunted by his murder. But it was like a broken disk. It just began playing over and over again, the gun being fired to his face expression, to his slow painful death. I gasped and quickly stood up, my nails had attracted into claws while my breathing got heavier. I could feel it. I was in my wolf form.
I ran on ahead and jumped over my car, making my way into the woods. I began running, jumping over logs and stumps. I came into a small clearing and walked to one tree seeing a messy spiral embedded in the trunk. I instantly remembered I was the who carved that. I was here, the last spot I saw my dad alive.
I swung my hand and sliced the spiral, growling as my anger really kicked in. I crawled over to the cleared area and laid down in the dirt like a dog. I closed my eyes, getting lost deep in my thoughts. I watched the whole thing for once, getting angrier by the second. I watched myself running after a woman. Even as a young wolf I couldn't keep up with them. I watched her shoot my father in the leg, taking him down in the clearing I was laying in. They talked for a while, I guess. I only caught up when he said to stay away from me. The gun shot fired and I sat up, howling in anger. When my howl had stopped echoing, I heard a faint noise as if someone was coming to me. My pointed ears had gone up and I started looking around panting. I looked from left to right up and down but I saw nothing...