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"You're going to see if Ms. Morrell is actually the darach aren't you?" Lucy asked her brother as they quickly walked down the crowded hallways. The bell rang and many students used the five minute gap to head to their lockers or chat among their friends. Scott's eyes stared straight ahead, his head twitching slightly.
"I have to," he said as they made a turn. "And if she is the one doing all these sacrifices then…I need to stop her. We can't let her win this, Lucy."
The girl sighed, but nodded.
"I know, but," she grasped his bicep and made him stop. The two were just in front of her room, the figure moving inside indicated Ms. Morrell was there. Their brown eyes gazed into each other and Lucy was completely serious and concerned. "Just be careful, Scott."
"I will," he offered a soft grin and Lucy chuckled. She lets her hand slip away from his arm as she blends into the sea of students. His eyes lingered for a few minutes before he took a deep breath and opened the door.
"Sorry," the counselor spoke as she skimmed through some folders. "But I don't remember having any more appointments."
Ms. Morrell looked away from the folder and saw Scott standing beside her door, his hand gripping the knob tightly. He wasn't staring at her directly, but the woman held pursed lips as she knew what the young teen wanted to talk about.
"You sure?" He asked. "'Cause I could use a little guidance right now."
The guidance counselor only slammed the office drawer shut.
Scott quickly took the seat in front of her desk and Ms. Morrell slithered her way behind it. Slowly lowering herself on the chair, her hazel eyes burned deeply into him. Scott didn't look away, but challenged the emissary with all his courage. The two didn't say a word into the small room at first, but held a stare-off.
Morrell leaned back into her seat, her legs elegantly crossed and her arms rested on her lap. Her presence held an air of crypticness for Scott. It irked him slightly that she could remain calm and relax in front of him.
She decided to break the ice.
"Why are you bothering with me, Scott," she snapped softly at him, her eyes never looking away. "When you know the clock is ticking? When you know someone else is about to be taken?"
Scott glared at her. "By you."
"Come on, Scott," she lets a humorous smirk form on her face. It was funny to see that Scott thought she was the darach. "Shouldn't you leave the interrogations to someone like Stilinski?"
"Are you the one killing people?" He went straight to business as he wanted answers to so many question running inside his mind.
"Are you listening to my heartbeat?" She challenged him and Scott became silent for a moment. He focused his ears to hear the beating of her heart. With her eyes large like a doe, the emissary leaned forward while whispering, "No. I'm not the one killing people."
Nothing happened.
Her heartbeat hadn't changed.
It remained steady and Scott was disappointed because she was telling the truth. He felt stupid to accuse her of such thing, but with what was happening, he had no choice. He was desperate to find the identity of the darach. Desperate to stop more sacrifices from happening in this small town. Desperate to save lives.
"Truth is," Scott snapped his head up to her voice. "I'm all that stands between Deucalion and the lives of your friends and sister. I've been the one pulling the leash taut when they're salivating for a bite."
"What do you mean?"
"He wants a true alpha in his pack," Morrell informed the young werewolf teen. "He thinks it's you and a little distraction like a few human sacrifices," Scott mentally cringed on how carelessly she used the word, "isn't gonna dissuade him from the prize."
He caught note of her eyes when she said the last word.
Deucalion was after him.
"I'm not an alpha," he exasperatedly confessed. It was true, he wasn't an alpha. He was an omega and he tried to convince himself that he was just that.
An omega.
He didn't have a pack that he could call his own.
"But you're well on your way, aren't you?" She pointed out with a pleased grin and Scott lost it at that point. As he abruptly stood from his chair, the teen slammed his hands roughly against Morrell's wooden desk with his face filled with fury.
"Then what is he waiting for?!" He yelled down at the woman. "What does he want me to do?"
Morrell glared at him and also slammed her hands on the desk. "He wants to make a killer out of you. That's what he does."
"But if I kill someone, I can't be a true alpha, right?"
"Exactly," she chirped, finally getting somewhere in this conversation. "You want the psychologist's perspective? He's an obsessive who both desires you and is threatened by you. If the obsessive can't have the object of his desires, he'll choose to destroy it instead."
Scott was breathing hard in the inside.
"You'll either willingly become part of his pack or he'll make a killer out of you," she listed off his two options. "Destroying your potential to be a true alpha."
Scott held a strong expression and firm voice. "Neither of those is ever going to happen."
"Don't be so sure," she offered a last warning before shrinking back into her seat. Their eyes never peeled away from each other. "You're playing his game and while you're trying to figure out what to do next: he's thinking ten moves ahead, with checkmate already in sight."
Scott took that warning as he exited the room.
Lucy quietly made her way to math class.
Normally Isaac would be the one taking her to class before he headed off to his, but he wasn't here today. In fact, she had no idea where he was as she didn't see him around school today. Lucy knew he wasn't sick as he was fine this morning, so she was confused. As she turned around the corner, her eyes saw the door wide open of her class.
She neared closer and was about to go in until an arm shot out of nowhere. Lucy yelped in surprised and jumped a few inches back. Her brown eyes widen before sending a heated glare at Aiden's way. The alpha werewolf flashed her a mischievous grin her way, his hand glued against the wall as it blocked her completely from the classroom.
Lucy composed herself quickly. "Seriously! What are trying to do? Kill me?"
"Now why would I want to do that?" He chuckled deeply and Lucy sighed in irritation. "Besides, I have no reason to kill you. Maybe, not sure. I don't have such good memory after all."
"That's comforting," she sarcastically sniped at him. The teen girl pinched the bridge of her nose and inhaled a breath to calm her nerves down. "But what do you want?"
"My repayment," he shrugged as if it were obvious and her shoulder's tensed.
"We already been through this," she pointed a harsh finger his way. "I saved your brother's life back at the motel. I already 'repaid' you. End of discussion."
Lucy decided to just walk around him and enter the classroom. As their shoulders brushed lightly, Aiden's hand snatched her wrist and tugged her back in front of him. Lucy lets out a surprised gasp and stumbled on her feet momentarily.
She pulled her wrist away from his hand.
"Don't you ever touch me," Lucy dangerously growled and Aiden couldn't help but burst out in short laughters. "What now?"
"I just find it cute that you're threatening me," he smirked and Lucy couldn't help but sigh again.
"Do you even have some ounce of dignity left inside you?" Her brown orbs did a once over on him as with her hands on her hips. "You're having these make-out sessions with Lydia and yet: you have the nerve to straight up and flirt with me."
His shoulder's shrugged. "I like what I see."
"Well I'm not available," she snapped back at him. Lucy glanced over his broad shoulders to see the clock. Class would begin in three minutes, but those minutes seemed to have stretched into hours in her mind. Her gaze returned on him, the smirk never disappeared on his face. "I have a boyfriend."
"You think it matters?" He chuckled while leaning against the wall. "If he was your boyfriend: then where is he?"
"It should!" She flared her arms at him to emphasize her point, but was surprised by the second question. "And I don't know where he is, okay?"
Aiden's eyebrow quirked in an amused expression and Lucy tried a different approach. "Listen, Aiden, although it's flattering you have an interest in me: you don't have to put up this façade anymore."
His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Lucy scanned around quickly before cautiously leaning towards him. "Ethan told me about you and him being omegas in the past," she told him, her voice barely above a whisper. "That you two took all the abuse and crap from the pack. You and your brother were on the bottom of the rank and now that you're alphas: the power is intoxicating. You think nothing could stop you. You think that you're stronger, which you are, but that much power can ultimately be your worst enemy."
Aiden remained silent and Lucy gently laid her hand on his arm. "You're trying to make up the times you didn't feel powerful, but this isn't the way to go."
Lucy wasn't sure to expect from him as his expression was unreadable.
"You know," he finally spoke up from his silence. "The way you said, it sounded sincere. It sounded genuine, but you know what?"
She was hesitant to ask, but forced the word out her mouth. "What?"
"You should be careful with that," he warned her and Lucy was taken aback by that. "You're very sensitive and offer sympathy quickly. Someone might easily use that to their advantage and you could get hurt."
He didn't stay long enough to let her say anything.
Lucy was beyond confused.
Allison parked her car once they arrived at the abandon power plant.
After she received the text that said her World History teacher, Mr. Westover, was missing, she was fully convinced that her father was the darach. It was something she didn't want to believe, but everything was adding up.
The table with the celtic symbol.
The labels of the groups that were sacrificed.
The remaining two labels of the groups that will be sacrificed.
The map.
The markings that were hidden from the naked-eye.
Him appearing in all the murder scenes.
Allison couldn't deny it any longer, but there was a slim chance that he wasn't although she need solid proof. Which is why she and Isaac came to the next spot that they believe where Mr. Westover will be sacrificed.
"You really don't think we should call Scott?" Isaac asked Allison and the female Argent simply stared outside her windshield. Whipping out the knife, she looked at the curly-haired werewolf that sat in her car.
"Stay behind me and stay quiet," she hushed an order before getting out of the car. Allison didn't bother to wait for him to catch up. She needed to know once and for all if her dad was the darach. That her dad, the last family member she had with her, was the one behind these sacrifices. Her boots clicked the pavement and she brushed away the dead weeds and untamed grass that spurted through random cracks. Her brown eyes narrowed in suspicion as the large doors to the power plant were already opened.
She entered quietly and Isaac finally caught up. The tall teenager followed close behind her as he tug his coat around him. The place gave him the creeps as the thin hairs that surrounded his body became straight. The building was empty as the only light provided for them was the moon that had finally set outside. It bursted through the partially glass windows and Isaac's eyes wandered silently around the area.
He rubbed his chin. "FYI: if your dad tries to kill me, I'm gonna defend myself."
"If my dad tries to kill you," Allison stated, her eyes observing each corner and square inch. "You'll be dead."
Isaac lets out a snort. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
Allison didn't say anything after that and the conversation ceased. Instead, their footsteps softly echoed around the building. Nothing was out of place. Everything seemed quiet, too quiet and Isaac could only hear the steady heartbeats of his and Allison's.
That's when he smelled something odd.
"Whoa," he breathed out and his hand instinctively reached out to grab Allison's arm. She snapped her head at him and Isaac stared back at her. "I smell blood."
"Where? What direction?"
"I don't know," he honestly admitted and Allison resisted on rolling her eyes. She was used to Scott being able to detect blood from a certain direction. "I'm not that good at this yet. But I think it's…"
His finger slowly pointed straight ahead. Allison held her weapon out as she prepared to defend herself and attack the creature. The creature who could possibly be her own dad. She ignored Isaac's warning tone and instead continued on. She walked closer, her eyes gazed straight ahead, but her breath hitched as she saw something moving.
It was a person and that victim was struggling against something wrapped around them. She heard a few chains rattled in the distance before it stopped as well as the head dropping down. The haunting growls of the darach reached their ears, mostly Isaac's, as it appeared behind the person. Allison didn't bother to wait any longer as she charged forward with all her speed. Isaac knew it was something stupid of her to do and ran after her, but another voice boomed.
"Get down!"
Gunshots were blasted into the air and Isaac quickly tackled the girl down to the floor. Allison grunted in a pain, but she lifted her head only to see her dad. Relief spread throughout her body as it was clear that her dad wasn't the darach.
He wasn't doing any of those killings.
The monstrous screeching was loud as it mixed with the sounds of bullets hitting against the metal fence. Chris Argent runs faster, yelling at the two to help out the victim, but he was too late as the darach had fled away without any trace in sight. Isaac and Allison finally approached the hung body and her eyes went wide.
"That's Mr. Westover," she stated with a heavy breath.
"It's our history teacher," Isaac explained to her father and Allison shook her head.
"We were wrong," she stared at the two in front of her. What she told Stiles earlier was the wrong information. "It's not guardians as in law enforcement. It's philosophers. I have to call Scott."
Stiles was still in the hospital.
He got a call from Scott saying that philosophers were the ones being targeted and everything made sense for him. He remembered that Tara was a teacher before becoming a deputy, and now that Mr. Westover was dead it meant one more teacher needed to be sacrificed. Stiles was waiting for his dad to appear and the teenager frantically paced back and forth in the emergency lobby. Nurses and doctors hurried along the hallways, but Stiles was even more in a hurry than them.
His eyes noticed his dad appear and the older man's face was completely tired and confused. The same expression that has been written these past few weeks and Stiles didn't blame him. He would be feeling that too.
As the sheriff simply brushed passed his son, Stiles wouldn't give up on convincing that the supernatural was real.
"What did you see the night at the bank when Scott was trying to save Deaton?" He pressed at him, his hot breath hit behind his father's neck.
"Nothing."
Stiles sucked in another breath. "Dad, you saw him healing himself after he tried crossing the mountain ash."
"I don't know what I saw," the sheriff counter back at his son from over his shoulder. He wanted Stiles to drop this crazy subject already. Werewolves, hunters, kanima: they all belong in stories or movies for pure entertainment.
They shouldn't, and can't, be real.
"You saw something that you can't explain."
"Stiles," he finally spun around to face his son. "I have seen a lot of things I can't explain in this town. That doesn't make' em supernatural and it doesn't make' em real. They just found another body," he told him with a loud sigh. "That's real and that's the lead I'm following."
This was bad.
So very bad.
Why was it so hard to convince his dad that these things, the werewolves and the whole hunters and everything that had happened so far, was actually real. Half of the cases his dad was working on, he ended up struggling with because he didn't know most of the information behind them. Sometimes Stiles wished he was a werewolf so he could just transform, show his dad and everything would be done with.
But no: he wasn't that and life just really wanted to mess with him.
"Yeah and another teacher's going to die if you don't start listening to me," he charged after his dad again and the sheriff had enough. He finally had enough with this silly idea, this silly theory that Stiles placed upon, and this silly story.
He violently snapped. "I am listening! I have been listening!"
Stiles remained quiet, but completely shocked. His dad just yelled at him, although he had yelled at him many times before, but this time: it felt…raw. The anger just suddenly seeped out from the sheriff's body and Stiles could see the multiple veins on his forehead. His dad's face was flushed with redness and his nostrils flared.
For once: Stiles was truly scared from his dad, but mostly hurt.
"You just don't believe," he simply stated at his father and the older man rose a finger at him. The parent had enough of this discussion and he didn't want to dig in deeper than he already was with his son. Instead, the sheriff turned around and began heading towards the door to find the body.
"Mom would've believed me."
Those four words would forever sting his heart.
And the sheriff felt guilty of it.
She got his voicemail again.
Lucy grumbled under her breath as she stood outside in the empty hallway. Her black heels lightly tapped the titled floor and one of her arms was wrapped around her waist. She couldn't get in touch with Isaac and Lucy became worried. The last time he hadn't answered any of her calls or texts was when he was attacked by the alphas.
Who knows what could have happen now.
She finally gave up as she stuffed the phone in her bag and then shoved it into her locker. Opening one of the doors that led to the auditorium, she quickly looked around. Seats were almost filled and the band was getting themselves settled on stage. Lucy saw Ms. Blake greet the family members of the victims' and she also caught the sight of her brother and Lydia. The two stared straight, but Lydia's eyes carried an emotion of fear inside them.
Lucy slid pass the few people standing on the sides, her curls bouncing as her heels clicked. Scott noticed his sister approach him and he sends a short nod her way.
"Where were you?"
"Just needed to do something quick," she partly lied and it went unnoticed by him. She then turned her attention to Lydia. "I thought you weren't going to stay?"
"I don't want to find another dead body, Lucy," she confessed, but there was some strength in her tone. "I want to be able to find them before it happens, so I'm staying."
"Good for you," Lucy offered her a smile before looking at Scott. "Do we know what group is being sacrificed yet?"
"Philosophers," Scott answered while gazing the crowd. "Any of these teachers could be targets, and they found Mr. Westover's body."
"Who did?"
"Allison and her dad," Scott flickered his gaze from the crowd to his sister. Lucy felt silent as soon as the orchestra began to play. The teen girl also help keep an eye out for anything odd, or how Stiles would put it, anything "evil" that could happen. She was so busy that she hadn't noticed Lydia slip away from the recital. The sound of the door opening from behind caught Scott's attention, the werewolf turned around to see Allison and her dad come in.
Isaac was the last to slide in and the two made brief contact. Scott nudged Lucy's shoulder and she glared at him, but he quickly pointed behind her. Lucy looked over her shoulder to see her boyfriend stand near the double doors and the tension that had built inside her had soon washed away.
"I'll be back," she whispered to her brother before walking towards Isaac and grabbed his hand. She then said, "We need to talk."
Lucy didn't wait for a response. She only dragged him away from the recital and outside into the dark, empty hallway. As she closed the door shut, the music muffled behind them, she quickly turned around with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Why the hell haven't you been answering your phone?" She lashed out at him, her eyes forming a glare. "Do you have any idea how worried I was for you?!"
"I'm sorry," Isaac immediately apologized, his hands raised in surrender. "I had my phone on mute the whole time. I checked my phone when Allison's dad was driving us here to the recital."
"Well where have you been all day?" She asked him, her expression never left.
"With Allison," he answered and Lucy's eyebrows narrowed at him. "Scott sent me to check on her since he was worried about her not attending school these past few days."
Lucy tilted her head to the side. "But why all day though? A normal check up doesn't take that long considering she's fine and all."
Isaac felt something inside her rise. "She thought the darach was her dad. I just wanted to help her to see if it was true, but it turned out not to be," he then reached for her small hands and engulfed it in his own. "I didn't mean to scare you like this, but she needed help."
Lucy lowered her gaze down to her feet.
Isaac's crystal, blue eyes only stared at her. The moonlight that seeped in from the windows on the double doors to the left of them allowed him to see her features. He noticed the small, button nose. The rosy cheeks on her face. The plumped lips that held a slight frown.
That's when Isaac let's out a soft chuckle. "You're jealous."
She snapped her head up as she was cut off guard. "W-What?"
"You're jealous," he repeated with an amused grin and Lucy pushed him away while waving her hand at him. The werewolf laughed harder as the blush grew darker on her skin and the girl bit the inside of her cheek. "That is just so adorable."
"Shut up," she whined weakly at him while turning away from him. Her hair partially blocked her face from his eyes, but he noticed the small smile. Lucy then sighed as she stared at him once again. "Okay…fine I was a bit-"
He snorted.
"A bit," she forcefully continued, "jealous, but I was also worried. Last time you didn't answer to my calls or texts you were attacked by the alpha pack. I thought something happened to you," her gaze softened and she grabbed his hand. "Now lets get back inside there."
"I don't know if I want to," he smirked and she rolled her eyes.
"Seriously not the time, Isaac," she sassed at him and the werewolf lets out an annoyed sigh. The two quickly entered back into the auditorium and slithered between the few people that stood on the side. They eventually reached to where Chris Argent silently stood, his blue eyes heavily scanned the crowd. He was searching for anything suspicious. Searching to see which teacher would be the next one and when it happens, the darach would appear.
And he will kill it this time.
Her eyes observed around and didn't see her brother anywhere. Allison stood on the other side of the auditorium with her fists curled. Everything was going on as normal with the band playing and the audience listening. That was until the music took a sharp turn, and Lucy narrowed her eyes suspiciously. The murmurs began to grew from the seats as people whispered with each other in concern.
Something was wrong, but Lucy didn't know what.
The music became darker and her eyes stared as the conductor waved his hands wildly. Instruments blew discordant tones, the bizarre chanting happening with the music, the pianist playing with insane movements.
Something was very wrong.
A shriek caught Isaac's ears and it was painful to hear. He covered them while his face scrunched up in pain. Lucy noticed this and wondered why he was doing this, so she grasped his arm while staring intensely at him.
"Isaac, what's wrong?"
He lifted his head slightly while rubbing his temples. "Just…just a screeching noise…"
"What noise?"
Before he could answer, a loud thump caused both head to snap up. The music had stopped and a gasp emerged from the crowd followed by a chorus of screaming and panic. People began running out through the doors in tears and Chris realized his daughter could be endanger. Lucy took off, not bothering to wait for them and spotted the brunette already rushing closer to the stage. She finally caught up to her, her heels stopped clicking and her brown eyes widen.
The pianist laid there, dead with a pool of red blood surrounding her. She noted the snapped wire just a few inches away and how deep the slash was on her throat. The woman's mouth was wide open, her eyes no longer held a gleam of life.
Only death.
"Mistletoe," Allison pointed out and Lucy's eyes averted at them. The last time she saw it was when Danny threw up mistletoe at the hospital. Lucy backed up and began to walk away, but a hand grabbed her wrist as it made her stopped. She whirled around to see Isaac give her a ridiculous look.
"Where are you going?" He asked, his eyebrows scrunched together.
"I'm going to change," Lucy stated with a serious tone and tried to leave, but Isaac wouldn't let her. "Isaac, I need to change."
The werewolf was stunned to hear the growl hidden in her voice. "Fine, but I'm going with you."
"All right, but we need to be quick."
They pushed passed the traumatized people, the feet glued to the floor as they weren't sure what was going on. They weren't sure what just happened expect someone had died tonight, but Lucy didn't bother to stop. Slamming the door open, she was glad that her locker wasn't too far from the concert and quickly tried to find it. Her fingers glided against the metal until she found hers and opened it immediately.
"I'll be out in a few minutes," she told Isaac and the werewolf nodded. Holding her bag in her arms, she pushed the bathroom door opened and rapidly took off her shoes. Her hands then reached for the zipper on her back and began to tug it down, but it got stuck. She grunted in annoyance, but the zipper wouldn't go down further. "Isaac!"
The door opened and his head popped inside. "What? What's wrong?"
"The zipper," she sighed in irritation. "It won't go down. Just help me please, quick."
He soon stepped inside and rushed towards her. His hands folded on top of hers for a brief moment before she pulled them away. Lucy held her hair up and she occasionally stared over her shoulder with a frown. Isaac tried to pull the zipper down, but something was blocking.
"I got to rip it off," he told her and Lucy bobbed her head in agreement.
"Just do it, I don't care."
And so he did.
The tiny metal sent a light clank on the tiled floor and Lucy felt her dress feel looser. Her hand grabbed hold so it wouldn't fall to the ground. Isaac saw how the short sleeves fell down and revealed her bare shoulders on display. His blue eyes then lingered towards her back and looked at the exposed skin. It took all his control not to give in to his craving that was building up inside him, but her intoxicating scent plus the close distance between them didn't help him.
"All right, you can go," she ordered as she glanced over him. She could still feel his hot breath on her neck, but Lucy tried to ignore it. They needed to focus on what was happening now. "Thanks though, I'll be out in like three minutes."
Isaac didn't say anything, but quietly stepped out the bathroom. He leaned against the dark wall, the moonlight bursting from the windows. The bathroom door whipped opened and his eyes stared as she came out with her bag. She wore something completely different from before.
Black denim jeans, ankled black boots, a green top with a short black jacket was what she now wore. Her hair was still loose and she then headed towards her locker while shoving the bag inside. Her hands reached for something inside and Isaac saw her take out a gun and bullets. She placed each one inside before closing it and putting the safety trigger on. She also reached for a few knifes and stuffed them in the hidden belt around her jeans. The last thing she did was assembled the crossbow and closed the locker shut.
Isaac was dumfound. "You had all that in your locker?"
"I'm not taking any chances," she answered truthfully as she stomped towards him. Isaac was amazed with the 360 turn he witnessed. A serious gaze fell upon her face and Lucy tugged his hand in hers. "Let's go."
Isaac didn't say a word, but followed her instead.
Chapter twenty-three done! Sorry for the long wait! I wanted to upload the chapter yesterday, but I was really busy, so yeah. Hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter though ^_^" Here's the question for today:
What famous person (actor/musician/athlete etc) would you choose as your partner to do a criminal investigation?
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