Yes, I understand this is shorter than previous chapters but I didn't want to get into the next episode yet. The good news is Chapter 10 will be out toward the end of this week…the bad news is I don't know when. I'm moving today and will be flying until tomorrow morning then I'm traveling all the way to my new home which will take all day so I won't be writing until 11 June, so with that being said enjoy this chapter and please review. More chapters coming soon.
"What if there is another way?" Emma shouted as Derek glanced at her darkly.
"There isn't any time, do it now," he growled as Stiles whimpered as he turned the blade on. Emma turned away and covered her ears as the back door burst open and Scott ran in.
"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted as Stiles sighed and turned the blade off.
"You just saved me a lifetime of nightmares," Stiles sighed Derek grabbed his arm.
"Do have it?" Derek barked as Scott held up a bullet and rushed over to Derek who quickly took it and stared at for a moment.
"What are you going to do?" Stiles asked nervously.
"I'm going to," Derek said softly his voice carrying faintness.
"Derek?" Emma looked at him carefully.
"I'm going to…" Derek's eyes rolled back as he collapsed laying on the floor.
"Derek!" Emma screamed as she watched the bullet roll across the floor falling in a drain. Scott chased after it as Emma and Stiles knelt down next Derek. "Wake up, come on wake up," Emma said nervously shaking Derek as a few tears rose to her eyes.
"Scott he's not waking up," Stiles complained.
"Hang on," Scott winced trying to grab the bullet from the drain.
"Scott, I think he's dying, I think he's dead," Stiles groaned.
"Shut up!" Scott and Emma said simultaneously.
"Almost have it…" there was a long pause of silence as Emma looked at Stiles her face pleading for him to do something. "I have it," Scott said quickly standing up.
"Don't hate me for this," Stiles groaned before punching Derek in the face. As Emma helped Derek up he ripped the bullet from Scott's hand and pulled it apart with his teeth spreading the gun powder on the table. After setting it a blaze with his lighter Derek cupped the gun powder into his hand and forced the burned gun powder into the wound. Screaming out in howls Derek fell onto his back and arched up. Emma took a few steps forward while Scott grabbed her and pulled her back. When the room got quiet Emma pulled herself from Scott and ran over to Derek.
"Are you ok?" she whispered as he stood up and looked at her slyly.
"Ok, we helped you now you leave us alone," Scott barked pointing at him.
"Scott," Emma whispered shocked as Derek pulled her behind him.
"What do you think of doing Scott, go to the Argent's?"
"There a lot fricken nicer than you are," Scott said harshly.
"You want to see how much nicer they are," Derek yelled back grabbing Scott.
"Emma you need a lift?" Stiles offered as she smiled.
"Thanks, I'm good," she smiled following everyone out of the animal clinic.
"Emma get in, you should see this," Derek demanded as she blushed and jumped in the back of the camaro. The drive to wherever Derek was taking them was silent. They pulled up the hospital and Scott looked at Derek funny. Emma followed Derek and Scott down the hall onto the elevator until they came to the floor of the burn unit. "In here," he said as Scott and Emma walked in the room. Facing the window was a man in a wheel chair.
"Oh, um, hello," she said slowly as Derek walked past her.
"He won't respond to you," he said harshly as she looked away awkwardly. He looked at both Emma and Scott and took a deep breath. "So Scott, do you think this is nice? What justifies this," he barked turning the man around. He was lifeless in a complete vegetative state half his face burned away. "This is what they do, the Argent's."
"Who…who is he?" Emma asked.
"He's my Uncle," Derek mumbled, "Peter Hale." Emma nodded slowly as she knelt down staring into Peter's glazed eyes.
"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over," a nurse yelled at them as Emma quickly looked up.
"We were just leaving," Derek mumbled helping Emma up. The three of them walked out of the hospital and got back into Derek's car. Derek drove Scott home and Emma took the passenger seat.
"Park a block away from the Argent house. I'll walk," she sighed nervously. "I'm going into the lions den aren't I?" she looked at Derek who never took his eyes off the road nor answered her. Suddenly Emma began to cry her cold hands shook as her entire body trembled. "I can't do this," she whimpered.
"Don't show your fear," Derek mumbled not taking a single glance at her. "Show your fear and they see all your cards."
"I don't want to go, I don't trust them."
"Why should you, Emma?" Derek smirked. Emma glared at him as they pulled onto the Argent's street.
"Stop the car," she said softly as Derek pulled over. "My mother would kill me if she saw me get out of this thing and my brother, God only knows what he would do," she bit her lip as Derek rolled his eyes.
"I don't fear them," he sighed as she smiled.
"I wish this was normal, I wish none of this existed." She reached over and grabbed his hand as Derek sat there his face unchanged. "I mean this whole…"
"Do you ever stop talking," he sighed as she chuckled her cheeks burning red.
"I do talk a lot," she smiled. "Thanks for the ride," she said softly opening the door. As she began walking down the street Derek drove forward and rolled down the window.
"Hey, Em," he coughed as she looked at him. "Be careful," he pointed as she smiled and nodded before walking to the Argent's brick house. She knocked on the door and waited patiently. A tall brunette opened the door and smiled at Emma.
"You must be Emma, I've heard a lot about you," she said nicely as Emma nodded and walked into the house. "Sorry, I'm Allison's aunt, you can call me Kate," she smiled as Emma took Kate's hand and shook it. She then followed Kate into the den where her mom sat with Allison's drinking tea and her brother talked with Mr. Argent. Allison ran over to Emma with a wide smile.
"Thank God you're here, I was ready to jump off a bridge," Allison whispered as Emma laughed. Allison and Emma ran up to Allison's room. "Did you finish your essay?" Allison laughed as Emma shook her head.
"He never gave me a due date so I'm like whatever," Emma laughed. "I just can't stand when everyone always makes the snow queen to be so evil, it's called pick up a book and read it sometime," she said as Allison laughed. "Why is my family here anyway? Not that it's not bad being here, it beats being lectured by my control freak of a brother," she laughed.
"I don't know, your mom called my mom and they ended up talking for like twenty minutes next thing I knew you guys were coming for desert," Allison shrugged as a knock came from the door and Kate walked in.
"How are you two?"
"We're good," Allison smiled. "Oh Em, this is my favorite aunt of all time."
"We met," Kate laughed as Emma nodded. "Girls deserts ready," she said as they looked at each other and nodded. They all returned to the den and sat in front of cups of chocolate moose.
"So Emma," Mrs. Argent started, "your mother tells me you are top of your class." Emma sighed as she glared at her mother who sipped her tea smugly.
"Don't be so obvious, Em," Felix laughed as she smirked at him.
"Well, yes, Mrs. Argent I am, it's really not that hard to do when your in the honors program," Emma said with a bratty tone unaware of how much time she was spending with Lydia.
"Geez Em, righteous much?" Felix laughed as she looked at him slightly confused.
"What?" She looked around the room Mr. Argent nodded with a smile making her feel a little better.
"It's not that hard to do when your in the honors program," Felix mocked with laughter.
"Felix," Emma's mother hissed.
"You know who you remind me of," Kate spoke up laughing as Emma looked at her. "Me and Chris." She pointed to Mr. Argent who rolled his eyes.
"But I'm the more sensible one," Emma perked up as Felix looked at her funny. Felix rolled his eyes as Emma's mom shot her a glare. After a while of talking about school and the Argent's living in San Francisco Kate and Felix excused themselves from the table.
"Um…where's the bathroom?" Emma asked looking at Mr. Argent.
"Upstairs last door on the right," he said as she smiled and followed his directions. After going to the bathroom she noticed the door on end of the hall closed which hadn't been when she first got up there.
"Kate, hun, stop," Felix laughed on the other side of the door. Emma squinted in curiosity as she moved closer pressing her ear against the door.
"Oh don't be so lovie dovie right now," Kate said carelessly as Emma bit her lip. "You called me to take care of the alpha, what have you found out?"
"My guess, it's someone who knows about the fire," Felix's voice carried nervousness. "I just can't figure out who, and with Derek Hale back in town all hell is breaking lose."
"Felix, darling, no worries, that's why you called me, right?" Emma squinted her eyes picking up the tone of the conversation of heavy flirtation.
"One thing," Felix whispered his voice drastically changing. "My sister…will know absolutely nothing of this," he said seriously.
"Your wish is my command," Kate laughed.
"I'm serious, she knows nothing and will know nothing."
"Felix I understand completely," Kate laughed again.
"Kate, I'm dead serious."
"Why are you so serious?" she questioned as a long sigh came out.
"Sadly my sister would believe us…"
"And that's a problem?"
"Of course it's a problem, then she realizes everything my dad studied was also true and then her problem is she would want to protect them all, she cares for creatures even if they are wild, she's too much of a child," Felix laughed as Emma's jaw dropped. Her fists clenched and she raised it to slam on the door but stopped inches before hitting it. "I love her, I do, but…"
"Not as much as me," Kate laughed a third time. Emma squinted at the door wanting to walk in and expose everything.
"Of course not as much," Felix laughed for the first time, "But Kate, seriously, Em is nothing but a child, I mean her favorite story is one my father would tell her all the time, the snow queen, she acts like a spoiled brat cause mom turned her into one and Emma is so easy to walk over." In a blind of fury Emma stormed down the hall and made her way down the stairs.
"A child am I?" she said her voice deathly cold. "Oh you have seen nothing yet, dear brother, let the games begin," she glared into space as she made her way back to the den. She smiled at everyone. "Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Argent, I'm going to go home," she smiled curtsying a little.
"Why? Can't you wait for us?" her mom whined as Emma shook her head.
"I'm really cold and my sweatshirt is home, I just want to take a nice hot shower and climb under the covers," Emma answered as her mom touched her daughter's arm.
"Emma your not that cold tonight," her mom sighed as Emma forced herself to shake as her mother sighed. "Alright, I'll get my keys…"
"No!" Emma blurted as her mother looked at her funny. "I'll walk home, it's only a few blocks, you stay have fun, I'll see you in the morning," she smiled as her mother looked at funny.
"Em are you sure?"
"I'm positive," she smiled hugging her mom. "Thank you again, I'll see you at school, Allison?" Allison nodded with a smile and walked Emma out.
"What's on your mind?" Allison asked as Emma looked at her shrugging her shoulders.
"Nothing, just wanting to go home, I'll see you tomorrow." Emma hugged Allison before walking down the street her hands tucked deep in her pockets. As she turned onto her street she looked at the moon.
"A child am I? Oh we shall see who the child is," she smiled as she climbed up the front steps and walked into her house slamming the door behind her. She sat before her mirror and looked at her reflection. As her blood began to boil she grabbed her golden brush and glared at her reflection.
"I am no child, no princess, my name is Emma Fryse, and you better treat me like a queen!" she screamed as she let her brush go the gold metal slamming into the glass. The glass fractured and small tiny pieces fell out of place. A small triangular piece flew out scratching her cheek. She flinched with a gasp as the small slit caused blood to drip out. "I'm not a child," she hissed as the blood trickled down her cheek.