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Chapter 3: Ice

I stepped into school completely alone. That's right. Stiles and Scott had both abandoned me. Lydia was with Allison who I wasn't that big of a fan of. So I was there, alone, in a tan sweater with some floral patterned jeans and some kickass brown boots. My hair was down and I had my school bag at my side.

I suddenly stopped, feeling a surge of pain through my body. It stemmed from my neck and flooded through my body. I groaned in pain that very nearly turned into a scream.

"Oh my god," some girl yelled. "Are you okay? What's happening? What's going on?"

"Move! Move!" I happily heard Stiles's voice shout through the hallways as another surge of pain left my neck. I felt like I was being stabbed in the neck with tiny daggers.

Stiles got on his knees and held my head in his lap. "What's going on, Charlie?"

I screamed from one last final surge of pain. Then suddenly it was gone. The pain had just vanished. I blinked and looked at everyone staring. I got up and pulled down my shirt. I cleared my throat, "Um... That's all for today everyone. I'm fine. Goodbye." Everyone groaned and left. I guess they were hoping for something else.

I felt Stiles grab my wrist. "What the hell was that?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's probably a fairy thing..." I was kind of scared about what had happened. My connection with Isaac was getting a little too strong. He was a werewolf. He could take pain. Me? I was a little fairy. I wasn't exactly strong and my powers were actually causing the pain.

I'd made it through Econ, thankfully, as Stiles managed to let an XXL sized condom fall out of his pocket. Coach patted him on the back! I totally gagged.

I hopped in my car and was going to drive home when I realized I'd had work today. With all the fiascos of last year and Jackson as the kanima, I never really worked. But this was a new year, a new life, really; A new life that meant working my ass off cleaning cat boxes.

I entered the small animal clinic with the ring of a bell. I entered through the swinging door that I was able to enter on my own now. I looked around but saw no one.

I traveled further into the back and saw the examination room had a tub in it. The tub was filled to the brim with icy cold water with actually tons of ice. My eyes found Isaac who was shirtless.

Ignoring my hot shirtless boyfriend, I yelled. "What the fuck is going on?" I turned to Stiles then to Deaton. Derek and Scott were there too. Isaac looked at me with worry.

"Um..." Stiles scratched the back of his head as I crossed my arms. "Hey, sis!"

"Fuck you! Why is there a tub filled with ice and why is Isaac shirtless?" I yelled at him. "Not that I'm complaining..." I added to Isaac.

"Charlie," Deaton smiled at me. "I'm glad you're here."

"Why? You're gonna drown Isaac!" I exclaimed.

"You're going to help Isaac," Deaton asked sounding like a mystical wizard.

I looked at Isaac. He offered a shrugged. "We have to find out what happened to Erica and Boyd."

I groaned. "Why do we have to do this now? Are they even in immediate danger?"

Derek scoffed. "Charlie, they're held being held captive by an Alpha pack. Of course they're in immediate danger! Besides we found out something this morning..." Derek looked at Isaac. "Isaac found them and Deucalion has promised to kill them by tomorrow night."

"Charlie..." Isaac said.

I sighed. "Fine. Deaton, what do I have to do?"

"Just stand next to me," Deaton told me. I did as I was told and looked at Isaac. He took a deep breath and I grabbed his hand, giving it a little squeeze.

He gave me a reassuring nod and I let go of his hand. Isaac bit his lip, stepping inside the tub. He gripped the sides as he fully submerge his lower half. Derek and Scott pushed his chest down under the water as I held my breath.

I jumped a little bit as Isaac shot out of the water with his yellow eyes and fangs.

"Get him back under," Deaton said as Stiles grabbed Isaac's

legs. Derek and Scott pushed him back down and held him there. I put my hand on the edge of the tub as I suddenly felt like I couldn't breathe. I ignored the feeling and focused on myself.

Isaac thrashed and struggled under the water but suddenly he stopped. Derek and Scott released him and Isaac resurfaced, his eyes closed.

"Now remember," Deaton said. "Only I talk to him... Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out." Deaton then turned to Isaac. "Isaac, can you hear me?"

"Yes," Isaac said as his lips were slowly turning blue. I bit my lip as he said, "I can hear you."

"This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?"

"Yes."

"I wanna ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in the most vivid detail possible like you're actually there."

The lights suddenly started to flicker. I gulped and glanced at Stiles.

Isaac started freaking out. "I don't wanna do that. I don't wanna do that." He kept saying that over and over again.

"It's okay just relax," Deaton said. But when Isaac wouldn't calm down, Deaton looked to me. "Help him."

"How?" I asked.

"Talk to him." Deaton said.

I licked my lips. "Um... Isaac," I said. "Isaac, it's... it's Charlie. Um.. Everything's going to be okay. These are just memories, okay? You're gonna be fine."

"I don't want to, Charlie," He begged. "I don't want to."

I sat on my knees and grabbed his hand. "It's okay. Relax, just relax... Everything's fine." I rubbed his hand with my thumb. He finally calmed down.

"Good," Deaton said. "Now let's go back to that night, to the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me want you see? Is there some kind of building? A house?"

"It's not a house, it's stone," Isaac said. "It's like marble."

"Perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"

"It's dusty, empty,"

"Like an abandoned building?"

Isaac didn't respond. The lights buzzed and flicker. I felt Isaac's grip tighten slightly. "Someone's there..." Isaac whispered. He had a strong grip on my wrist. I grit my teeth from the pain.

"No, no, no," Isaac cried. "They see me! They see me!"

"Isaac, just relax," I said, grunting from his grip. "They're just memories."

Isaac let go of my wrist. I held it close to me and rubbed it. I was pretty sure it was going to bruise if it wasn't broken.

"Good," Deaton said. "Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything."

"I hear him," Isaac said after a long moment of silence. "He's talking about the full moon and about being out of control when the moon rises."

"Is he talking to Erica?" Deaton asked.

"I think so," Isaac said. "I can't see her... I can't see either of them."

"Can you hear anything else?" Deaton asked.

The lights started flickering again. I felt tension rise in my throat. "They're worried," Isaac said. "Worried what they'll do during the moon... They're worried that they're gonna hurt each other."

"If they're together on the full moon," Derek said in a low voice. "They're gonna tear each other apart."

"Isaac," Deaton said, trying to sound calm. "We need to find them right now. Can you see them?"

"No," Isaac said.

"You know what kind of room it is? Is there any kind of marker? Number on a door? A sign?"

Isaac gasped, sitting up. He still was under though as the lights were still flickering. He whispered, "They're here..."

He laid back down and kept saying, "They're here. They're here."

Deaton tried to shush him and get him to relax. "Just tell us where you are..."

Derek had evidently had enough. He pushed Isaac down and yelled, "Tell me where you are!"

"Derek!" I exclaimed. "This isn't helping!"

"He could go into shock," Deaton said.

"Derek," Scott said. "Let him go!"

"Isaac," Derek yelled. "Where are you? What did you see?"

Isaac sat up gasping. "They're keeping them locked inside the vault," Isaac said. I grabbed him and blanket and rubbed his arm.

"You don't remember what you said?" Stiles asked.

"Stiles," I warned.

"What? What did I say?" Isaac asked.

"You said that there was a body in the vault..." Stiles sounded a little bit sad.

"What body?" Isaac asked, looking at me and then to Stiles again.

"You said it was Erica's," Stiles repeated.

"She's not dead!" Derek exclaimed a few minutes later.

"Derek," Stiles reasoned. "He said there's a body. It's Erica. It doesn't leave us much room for interpretation."

"Then who was in the vault with her?" Derek asked.

"It could've been the girl on the motorcycle," Scott said. "The one that saved you..." He turned to Isaac.

"No," Isaac shook his head. "She wasn't like us and whoever was in the vault with Boyd was."

"What if that's how Erica died? What if they pit them against each other and see which one survives?" I suggested.

"It's like werewolf thunderdome." Stiles added.

"Then we get them out tonight," Derek said.

I looked at Derek. I felt so bad. He was losing his whole pack in one night. He still had Isaac but I don't think Isaac was really Derek's Beta anymore. He never listened to Derek.

"Be smart about this, Derek," Deaton said, swiveling around in his doctor's chair. "You can't just go storming in."

"If Isaac got in then so can we," Derek reasoned.

"But he didn't get through a vault door, did he?" Deaton asked, sounding like the magical wizard I theorized he was.

"We need a plan," I stated.

"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than twenty-four hours?" Derek asked me with his arms crossed.

"I was just saying..." I held up my hands in defense. "No need for sass."

"Somebody already did," Stiles said, holding his phone in front of his face. "'Beacon Hills First National closes its doors three months after robbery.' Doesn't say here how it was robbed but it won't take long to find out."

"How long?" Derek asked.

"It's the internet, Derek," Stiles scoffed.

Derek rose his eyebrows.

I facepalmed as Stiles said, "Literally minutes..."

"Well," I sighed. "Let's get crackin'!"

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