Hey guys! So sorry that I didn't update last week! Butttt life ya know! Anyways hope you enjoy this chapter! There's some Isaac/Charlie going on!

Chapter 7: Destiny

"Stiles!" I yelled, weaving through masses of kids. I was following him down the hall but he didn't even know where Isaac was. "Stiles! Wait up!" Scott was following me too

I finally caught him by the arm before he could turn a corner. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm gonna go kill your boyfriend," Stiles said nonchalantly.

"But it wasn't even Isaac," I told him.

"What?" Stiles asked. "You mean you and Isaac haven't..."

"No," I shook my head.

"Hey! Are you gonna kill Isaac?" Scott said, finally catching up to the two of us.

Stiles shook his head. The two started talking about something but I couldn't focus. My breathing was getting faster and faster. My heart began to pound in my ears. Blood was rushing through my body. I knew what this was. I was having a panic attack. But it wasn't me. It was Isaac.

I grabbed Scott's arm and began to drag him down the hall. Mumbling to him what I was doing, I knew automatically where to go. It was like Isaac was sending a distress beacon to me. My nerves were shot and I felt claustrophobic. I picked up the pace to a run.

We came to a door that was blocked by a vending machine. I yelled at Scott to hurry and move it as I heard the growling on the inside. Scott ripped open the door to find Allison and Isaac, nearly wolfed out, on the inside. Scott threw Isaac back into the hall but stayed inside to check on Allison.

I bend down over Isaac. His eyes were glowing yellow and fangs appeared in his mouth. "Isaac!" I yelled at him. He didn't turn back. I took his face in my hands and spoke in a soothing voice, "It's okay, Isaac. You're okay. I'm here now. Look at all this fresh air, huh?"

Isaac's eyes fading back to normal and his fangs retracted. He was breathing heavily. He kept mumbling, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

I hushed him. "That's better." I still held his face as I leaned forward and kissed his lips. He leaned forward and hugged me tightly.

"That was amazing," I heard Allison say behind us, causing me to retract from Isaac whose hand still remained around me. "I've never seen anyone do that before. You know calm a werewolf."

"Charlie's not normal," Scott told her. "How'd you know where they were anyway?"

"Isaac was panicking and sending out a distress signal like nobody's business," I said, placing my hand on his thigh.

"It looks like the twins don't only wanna get you angry," Scott said. "They wanna get someone hurt."

"So what are we gonna do?" I asked.

"I'm gonna get them angry," Scott said. "Really angry."

I didn't get to find out what Scott and Isaac did to make the twins "really angry". Stiles had found me later and told me that he was going to Deaton's. I decided I would go with because I wanted to stay in the loop and find out what the hell was going on.

My brother and I walked into the animal clinic. He started talking about Dave and how he doesn't know half the story. Deaton basically knows all in Beacon Hills and we wanted his help.

"All these symbols and things," Stiles said as we three walked into the back of the clinic. "The triskeles, the bank logo, the mountain ash all of it is from the Celtic druids. Anyone whose looked up human sacrifice knows that the Druids had a pretty big hard on when it came to giving one up to the gods." Then Stiles proceeded to talk about boring stuff that I didn't care about. I started messing with stuff on Deaton's tables and found something. It was another book that was written in German but a translation was right under it.

"The Celtic Druids were close with nature. They believed they kept it in balance. They were philosophers and scholars. They weren't serial killers."

"Yeah," Stiles said. "Well, this one is." Stiles's phone started to buzz and he answered. After exchanging a few words, Stiles said, "We've gotta head over to the school. Lydia thinks she's found something."

"Hey, Doc?" Stiles said. We were in the music room, searching for any kind of clue. "Any help would be... you know helpful."

"Each grouping of three would have its own purpose," Deaton said. "It's own type of power. Virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors-"

"Wait, wait, wait," Stiles said, holding a picture in his hand. "Could warriors be like a solider?" He held up the picture. It showed the music teacher in a military uniform.

"Kyle was in ROTC with Boyd," Stiles said, referring to the boy we'd found earlier today.

"That's gotta be it," Deaton said. "That's the pattern. Where's Boyd?"

Stiles pulled out his phone, "He's probably home by now. I'm gonna try to get him on the phone."

I noticed Lydia hadn't spoken in awhile. I looked at her and she was staring off into space.

"Lyd?" I asked. "What do you know?"

"I... I thought of someone else who'd fit the pattern," she said.

"Who?" Stiles asked.

As we walked down the hall, I couldn't believe whose classroom we were going to. "This is insane," I said under my breath. "Was he a boy scout or something?" Nobody listened to me as we walked into Mr. Harris's class.

I felt worry grow in the pit of my stomach but it wasn't my own. The last thing I wanted to think about at the moment was Isaac. I pushed the feeling way, way down and ignored it.

"He could've simply left for the day," Deaton reasoned as he looked at a plaque that had been on Harris's desk. It mentioned something about cadet.

"Oh, yeah?" Stiles asked as he pulled out a brief case from under the desk. "Not without this."

I glanced around on Harris's desk when I saw something that wasn't the most normal thing. "Ummm, Stiles?" I said, picking up a test.

"What?" Stiles asked, turning to me.

"This test," I said, holding it up to show him, "is graded R."

Deaton came over to look at mine when Lydia suddenly held up another test and said, "This one's an H."

Deaton took both my test and Lydia's and put them on the table. He found four others and put them together. They spelt out D-A-R-A-C-H. I spent a few minutes trying to pronounce it.

Deaton then interrupted me, "Stiles, do you remember I told you that Druid was a Gaelic word for 'wise oak'?"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded. Funny how I didn't remember that.

"If a Druid went down the wrong path," Deaton continued, "the wise oak was sometimes said to have become a dark oak. There's a Gaelic word for that as well... Darach."

I sighed, opening the door to my house. Today had been a long day and really I just wanted it to be over. I didn't want to have to think about Darachs or Alphas or Isaac or my fear of trust. I wanted to eat and then sleep.

"Mom!" I called out. "I'm home!"

I listened for a faint shout or "I'm right in the kitchen, dear!" or something of that nature. There was no response.

I called out. "Dave?!"

No response. I felt panic rise in my throat. Something was wrong, very wrong. I knew Stiles wouldn't be home. He was off at the library, trying to figure out what's up with this Darach stuff.

Suddenly there was a thump at the door. I screamed, whirling around and holding my key in a defensive position. My heart started beating like a jackrabbit and most likely the intruder could hear it.

I jumped as I felt cold hands encircle my mouth and waist. I still screamed but it was stifled. "Hello, sweetheart," I heard the gruff voice say.

No.

No. No. No. It couldn't be him. He couldn't be here... in my house. He knew where I lived! I wasn't safe anymore. Mom wasn't safe anymore or Stiles or Dave. No doubt he could hear my heartbeat. He was a werewolf after all.

Before I could do anything else, my head was hit against a wall not as hard as it could've been. It was just meant to show me who was in charge. Then he had me by the throat with claws sticking me like little needles. His eyes glowed red.

"Go away," I managed to get out.

He laughed malevolently. "Is that anyway to speak to your father, sweetie?"

I felt tears welt up in my eyes. Everything Mark had ever done: lock me in a basement, starve me, hit me, kick me was playing over and over in my head. "Please..."

"Aw, are you crying?" He said in a mocking tone. "Is little Charlie gonna cry?"

"Just stop..." I said, feeling so weak and helpless. Then I remembered how I never wanted to feel like that again.

"No, Charlie," He said. "I'm not going to stop. I'm not going to stop until you're dead."

With every word, I felt my Fairy Light grow inside. He was a werewolf and it was our natural protection against them.

"I'm not going to stop until your mother is dead or your step-father or your step-brother or that boyfriend of yours." That sent me over the edge.

There was a silence as my power grew stronger and stronger. My eyes probably we starting to glow as Mark looked more and more confused.

"Get away from me!" I screamed as a my Fairy Light burst from my body, knocking Mark back. I fell to the floor but quickly picked myself up. I held out my hand and using every inch of my will, I lifted Mark from the ground. It looked like I was choking him from afar.

"How?" was all he could manage to say.

"Oh, didn't you know? I'm a fairy." I said, feeling more powerful than I ever did before. "Now, Mark, I'm only gonna say this once so listen good and listen hard. If you ever and I mean ever come near this house or me or my family or my friends again, I will kill you."

I dropped him to the floor.

"Now, get out of my house," I gritted through my teeth.

"We're coming, Charlie English," he said, backing away from me towards the door. "And we are faster and stronger than anything you've seen before. You tell your little pack that the Alphas are coming and they better be ready."

I didn't say anything as he left. I sighed. It felt so good to finally have some power over my abuser. He wasn't so big and tough anymore. I was a fucking badass... a badass fairy.

Later that evening, I'd told Stiles everything. He was... freaking out. I told him I could handle myself and that I was in control of my powers but to him I was his "baby sister". I then sat alone, putting my clean clothes away in my closet and dancing weirdly to some music.

I heard a snicker from across the room. Screaming, I turned around to face... Isaac?

"Isaac? What the hell are you doing in here?!" I exclaimed.

"Watching you dance like a freak," He laughed.

"Shut up," I said, throwing a T-shirt at him.

Suddenly his laugh came to an end, causing me to look at him with worry. He had a sad look on his face like he was remembering a bad dream.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Can I ask you a favor?" He looked at me with those big blue puppy dog eyes. "Can I... can I stay over here for the night?"

"Of course," I said, getting up and hugging him.

He laughed sadly. It was the kind of laugh that you would laugh when you'd been crying.

"What?" I asked.

"You," He replied. "You just said 'yes', just like that. No questions asked."

"Well," I said. "Because you're you."

The rest of the night, Isaac and I slept together. I wasn't going to make him sleep on the floor like he did a Derek's. It was going to be hard to explain this to my mom or Dave or Stiles in the morning but at the moment I didn't care. Isaac was shirtless...

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