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Chapter 5: Sacrifice

After the call from Scott, I didn't expect to be with Stiles all night or looking at a dead body for all of it either. In Beacon Hills, I guess that's how things are though. I soon learned of the two werewolves who were the cause of all of this: Boyd and Cora. Cora was Derek's little sister whom I'd been friends with ever since we were little. I wanted Cora home as much as Derek did.

It all started when Lydia called Stiles. Him being totally in love with her, he 'needed' to go see what was wrong. I, of course, had to tag along because he was my ride.

Stiles drove us to a seemingly abandoned pool but that was only at night. During the day, I bet this pool was crawling with people. Along with the seeming abandonment, I caught a glance of a dead kid in the lifeguard's chair.

"Oh my god," I said, making a face. We walked up to Lydia who stood, freaking out, in a greet peacoat.

"He's dead," She said.

"I can see that," I nodded.

"Lydia, are you okay?" Stiles asked.

"I'm okay," She nodded. "That? Not okay." She said, referring to the dead lifeguard.

"I'm gonna call my dad," Stiles said, pulling out his phone.

"I already called 911," Lydia said.

"You call the police before you called us?" Stiles asked.

" I supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?" Lydia asked.

Stiles groaned, "Yes!" He exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Stiles then continued on his phone to probably called Scott.

After we made sure it was a werewolf wound, Dave showed up in the nick of time. He was talking to Lydia and then called the kid's parents. He probably had I.D on him. As the dead kid's parents were on their way, Dave came over to talk to us.

"You two should get home," he said.

"No way, Dad," Stiles argued. "I need to make sure Lydia's okay."

"You are way too infatuated with her," I told him. "Grow some balls and ask her out already."

Stiles shot me a look and then didn't say anything. He jogged over to Lydia.

"Was that too bitchy?" I asked Dave. I didn't know where that sudden outburst came from. It was probably the emotional roller coaster I had been on for the past week.

Dave laughed. "I don't think so. As a matter of fact, I agree with you."

"I know right!" I exclaimed. "He's been fawning over her since the third grade." There was a long pause as the fact that there was a dead kid ten feet away from us. "Dave, who do you think did this?"

"Someone sick and twisted," He shrugged. "Charlie, why don't you call me dad?"

"Don't change the subject," I told him. I could understand why he wanted me to. I'd never had a proper dad before. Dave was the only one remotely close to one. I didn't forget that my adopted and abusive dad was still out there. I would have to worry about that when the time came but right now we had two angry werewolves to worry about.

Less than an hour after Lydia had found the body, Stiles and I were in the morgue with Melissa and the same dead person. Melissa had said there was something weird about this kid.

"See this around his neck?" She lined a faint bruise on the kid's neck with her index finger. "It's a ligature mark. It means he was strangled with something like a cord or rope."

"Okay," Stiles said. "Wait a second. What kind of werewolf strangles someone? That's not very werewolf-y."

"My thoughts exactly," Melissa said. "And then there's this." She walked around the table to the body's head and lifted it. She showed us a hole in the side of his head.

"Oh my god," I said, leaning in closer as Stiles tried not to look. "Was he hit over the head?"

Melissa nodded. "Whatever it was it was strong enough to possibly kill him."

"So then this couldn't have been Boyd or Cora," I said. "It doesn't make sense for them to do all this work. They could've easily just slit his throat."

"Don't talk like that, Charlie," Stiles whined. "It's weird when you go all Sherlock on me."

I rolled my eyes. "So is this just a coincidence?"

"I don't think so," Melissa shook her head. "That girl over there has matching wounds." She walked over to the girl who had been covered up by a sheet.

"They said this one wasn't just strangled," Melissa said after she'd pulled down the sheet. "They used a garrote which is a stick that you put through the rope and just kinda keep twisting."

I turned to Stiles whose face had turned pale. "Stiles?" I asked.

"Oh my god, did you know her?" Melissa asked, noticing him as well. "I'm so sorry. I didn't even think." She pulled the sheet over the girl's head.

"Was this Heather?" I asked. Stiles gave a tiny nod.

"I was at her party... It was her birthday..." Stiles managed to get out.

"Okay," Melissa said. "We need to call your father because you're a witness."

Sudden realization fell over Stiles's face and I could help but wonder what he was thinking about. He turned to the boy and then back to Heather and then towards me.

"Stiles?" I asked. "What? What did you figure out?"

He ignored me and turned to Melissa. "Has anyone else been through here? Anybody missing? Any other bodies?"

"Um," Melissa said. "No bodies but there were two girls. They brought the first one, Catlin, in for a tox screen and then I overhear that her girlfriend, Emily, had gone missing. They were out in the woods..."

"Okay," Stiles said. "The first one?"

"Catlin," Melissa added.

"Yeah," Stiles said. "Is she here right now?"

"Yeah, upstairs," Melissa told him.

"Okay," Stiles said, trying to bypass Melissa but she wasn't having it, well, at least without an explanation.

"Why?" she asked Stiles.

"I think I know what's happening." Stiles said.

"We weren't doing anything that bad," Catlin said after we'd gone upstairs to her room. "I mean I've camped out there plenty of times."

"Right but why tonight?" Stiles asked.

"We wanted to be alone for one night," Catlin admitted. "Emily lives with her mom and I have three roommates. It's not exactly romantic settings."

"How long have you two been together?" Stiles interjected.

"Three months," Catlin said.

"You wanted to make it romantic?" I asked, confused.

"Yeah," Catlin said. "Because... um..."

"It was her first time," Stiles said.

Catlin squeezed her eyes shut, trying not to cry. "They're gonna find her, right? Aren't they?"

Stiles just looked down at his feet. I didn't say anything either.

"So Boyd and Cora might not have killed anyone?" Scott asked after he and Isaac had made it to the morgue. We, four, stood over Heather's body as Stiles pulled the sheet back over her face. I held Isaac's hand and held onto his arm with my other. He kissed my forehead. It had been a long night.

"You're gonna wish they did," Stiles told Scott.

"Why?" Scott asked as I lean further into Isaac's arm.

"I'm not exactly sure yet..." Stiles explained. "But the other girl who was out in the woods, Emily, eventually they're gonna find her. She's one of them. Emily, Heather, the guy Lydia found at the pool... All three were virgins. They're all gonna have the same three injuries: strangled, throat slashed, and head bashed in. It's called the 'three-fold- death'."

"So if these aren't random killings, what are they?" Scott asked.

"Sacrifices," Stiles said. "Human sacrifices."

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