Chapter 3

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Bonnie opened her chemistry book and ignored the deep not so subtle stare of Stiles. Rolling her shoulders she turned the page and picked up her green high lighter. Running it over a few lines she covered the pen and set it down. Tucking a lock of hair behind her ear she nibbled her lower lip.

You can't kill him. He's your best friend plus they're laws against that.

Bonnie sighed and spared Stiles a side glance.

What? She mouthed to him irritation painted on her face. Stiles shook his head and mouthed Nothing back at her. Not believing him she glared hard at him. Stiles only looked down in his notes.

"Idiot," she mumbled popping the end of her pilot pen into her mouth. Her tongue ran around it then bit on it. The sound of heels clicking on the floor caught her attention. She looked up to see her favorite teacher.

Miss Blake smiled at the class sweetly clutching some books close to her chest. She accessed her outfit.

Damn, her for dressing so cute.

Bonnie had no idea where the jealousy was coming from, but it scared to fuck out of her.

"Hey guys, I'll be filling in for Mr. Harris. Again. Seeing as he is still missing."

Probably killed him. She thought but then she shook her head for thinking such a thing about the sweet school teacher. Miss Blake was a sweetheart of a woman who didn't deserve her poisonous thoughts. Or so she thought.

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Derek closed his eyes and took a deep breathe. Meditation was something not often ventured by the alpha. Desperate times called for desperate measures. After Boyd's death nothing but guilt ridden thoughts plagued his mind. Haunting and taunting him.

He made fists with his hands then relaxed them. Any form of relaxation was needed. Yet his thoughts never seemed to be alone. So he sat alone in an old distillery on the outskirts of the town where he knew. Ave Maria played disturbing an old memory he wished could stay buried. His love life never really had a chance in hell.

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"Lately I been, I been losing sleep dreaming about the things that we could be. Baby, I been, I been praying hard..." Bonnie sang her new favorite song as she strummed her guitar in Music Class. It was expression hour and she was having fun. After her time was finished she took a seat next to Danny.

"That was really good, Bonnie!" He gushed making her smile brightly.

"Thanks, Danny! I liked you're solo piece too!" Danny looked away and placed his trumpet in the case. Bonnie did the same with her guitar. The two walked out of the building seeing as it was both of their's last class. They formed pleasant conversation. Chatting about school and music. Danny wanted to be one of those bluegrass rock hybrid type of musician. Bonnie nodded and understood. Once upon a time she wanted to be a musician. Wanted to make music people listened to and loved. People were addicted too. After everything that happened to Stiles, Scott and Jackson. After discovering she was a witch. She just didn't see that happening. Sometimes she'd wonder if she'd even make it out of High School. They made it to her tiny Prius and parted, as she watched Danny go she only hoped he at least would be saved from the supernatural mayhem that they all seemed to be apart of.

"Excuse me! Miss!" A male voice shouted from behind her. Turning around she saw a handsome guy with forest green eyes and soft caramel hair. He smiled charmingly at her as he jogged effortlessly towards her. Bonnie ran her fingers threw her hair and fiddled with the edge of her blouse.

God, I hope I look good.

"Hi, sorry to disturb you but could you tell me where Ms. Morell's office is?" He asked squinting slightly.

"Um, yeah sure just go straight and make the first left turn it'll have Counselor printed on the door."

"Thanks," he stretched his arm out."I'm Stefan, its nice to meet you." She took the hand in a firm grip. Resisting the cold chills that ran down her spine she smiled at him before letting go.

"Well, good-bye Stefan." She turned around and unlocked her car door.

"Don't I get a name?" He asked smirking at her. Bonnie smirked back at him as he entered to car.

"Nope." And with that she drove away. Stefan shook his head and chuckled. Witches were never the most easy going of creatures.

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Bonnie didn't know where she was going. She just drove. Her foot pressed harder on the pedal and she gripped the steering wheel till her fingers felt weak. Something was pulling her. Driving her somewhere. It must be the untapped witch part of her. It scared her. She swerved her car and parked in front of an old building that looked like it would collapse upon itself.

"What the hell is happening?" She muttered to herself as she exited the car. Not one movement her own as she approached the building. There was a rusty chain and lock around the door. She chanted something in Latin and the chain broke. Bonnie ventured tediously into the building, biting her lower lip ever so often to hold back a squeal when she saw a rat scurry across the floor.

Its my fault. I should have been a stronger alpha. I should have been strong enough to save her! To not kill him!

Two well manicured hands flew to hold the sides of her head as she fell to her knees. Her mind was bombarded with thoughts.

Regret and pain. So much pain. It was happening again. They were sharing thoughts. Derek and her.

Bonnie cried out as another wave of thoughts entered her mind. It felt like a bag of razors being thrown into her skull.

"Make it stop!" She cried out. Bonnie fell back onto the ground. Before her back hit the concrete Derek caught her.

"Bonnie! Bonnie! Stay with me!"

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Stefan sat in the chair opposite Nglia. Feeling smaller and smaller by the second. This was one of the reasons he hated the Student Counselor's office.

"You said you needed my help, Nglia." He asked shifting uncomfortably in his chair. Nglia smiled. She always liked to be in control.

"Yes, you've heard of druids right?" Stefan shoot her a bored look.

"I'm sitting in front of one now." She smiled.

"Well I need your help with another kind. And she isn't as pretty or polite as me."

Great. Stefan thought sarcastically. More trouble. Just when he thought he could retire and relax for the rest of forever.

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