The next morning I went to school and met up with Scott outside the front building. He looked solemn and brooding, it was very unlike him as I had known him the passed two weeks.
"You alright?" I asked, we walked through the doors and into the hallway where the lockers were, I stood with him while he opened his locker, I noted he still had a picture of Allison on the inside, even though they hadn't been together the whole time I have known them.
"I don't know, there was another murder last night. This time the body was left in Sheriff Stilinski's backyard. Same injuries as before, no sign of struggle, just a woman, completely drained of blood. Its not an animal either…"
This was all my fault. I cleared my throat, "How do you know it wasn't an animal?"
"Because there was a note with the body. It said: Every night until I get what I want." Scott slammed his locker shut and shook his head, "Theyre thinking it's a serial killer now."
Its worse. Much Much worse than a serial killer. "So wheres Stiles?" I asked slowly looking around.
"At home, he thinks the killer is stalking his dad or something. Hes scared for him. Im scared for him, I wouldn't be here myself if my Mom didn't make me come."
The bell rang for class signaling our conversation as over. But I grabbed his shoulder before he walked away, "Are you going over there after school? Could I come too maybe?"
Scott shook his head, "I don't know if that's such a good idea, how about I ask him and see you at lunch?"
"Yeah sure." Damn. I was going to have to find away around this, I didn't want to compel people to do things they don't want to especially people I was sort of friends with.
At lunch I stood my distance before going up to the table. Isaac and Scott were talking in low voices. I was far enough away that any human wouldn't suspect I could hear them, but I could.
"But what do they mean by what they want?" Isaac was asking.
"We don't know. Or maybe Sheriff Stilinski isn't telling us. But we have to try and find out. He's like a dad to me. Stiles still has the note, we can use that to try and track down who wrote it."
What did three teenage boys think they were going to do that the Sheriff couldn't? What did they mean by 'track'? I thought of John Gilberts pocket watch, of the spinning arrow. Did they know more than I thought? It couldn't be, his invention was the only one of its kind, enchanted by a spell or no, how likely was it that a town with no history of attacks of this kind would need something like that? Very Little. But still, I should be cautious of these boys, and how better to keep an eye on things than to be there, be friends with them myself? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, I learned that much from Damon.
A new voice was talking now, Allison.
"I talked to my dad, he said hes never heard of a werewolf attack like this. I think we're dealing with something different here. Worse than a kanima or a darach or even an Alpha pack. He said hes going to go through the old Argent book to see if theres anything in there about attacks like this. But he seemed pretty in the dark about the whole situation."
Werewolves? What? Why did it have to be werewolves? This was bad, but also, I might be able to spin it to my advantage. If I could find the werewolves before they find out what's really going on here, maybe I could convince them to get rid of Damon for me. For good this time. Werewolf bites are fatal to vampires, but did they even know that? And if they find out, what would stop them from biting me?
I decided I would just have to take that chance. I started heading over to the table, I had lurked enough, now it was time to go try and weasel my way into being invited to Stiles' house.
"Hey." I said as I approached the table, ripping them away from their conversation. I took a seat next to Allison, "Still trying to figure out what happened at Stiles' house?"
"Oh no, theres nothing we can really do about it." Allison said shaking her head.
Scott nodded, "Im sure Stiles' dad has it covered. Hes been on the force for a long time."
"And theres a lot of unsolved mysteries surrounding this town for a long time." I said slowly.
"Yeah but that's not his fault. Beacon Hill's has been like that for generations."
Yes, it would wouldn't it? The werewolf gene is hereditary. I thought of the Lockwoods. Maybe theres some connection between these ones and the ones in my hometown. I doubted it though.
"Besides its not the same kind of attacks."
"Maybe it's a serial killer and hes just changed his pattern. But no that wouldn't make sence either, since its been around for generations."
"I don't think any other attacks or murders will be easily linked to these two." Allison put in.
Could they make this any less obvious that they were steering this conversation away from previous instances? Probably not. Who would they all try and protect like this? Werewolves were just as dangerous as Vampires. And I suddenly realized, ; Stiles. Its gotta be him, but wouldn't that mean his dad was too? I don't know enough about werewolves to really say either way.
"So are you guys going to Stiles' house afterschool or…?"
Scott and Isaac exchanged glances, before Scott said, "Uh no I don't think so."
"Oh alright. Unless maybe," I looked Scott in the eyes and silently cursed myself for doing it but I started to compel him to see things my way, "you change your mind? In which case I think all of us should go afterschool, at least to make sure he's okay."
Scott relaxed a bit and said, "Yes. Actually we should go all together, afterschool. To check up on him."
Allison and Isaac looked at him strangely and Isaac motioned for him to be pulled aside. They whispered as they spoke, but ofcourse, I could still hear them.
"What are you saying man? You have a thing for her or something? How are we supposed to do anything with someone we don't know breathing down our necks?"
"No, what? We are just going to go check up on Stiles then we can get to everything else we need to do."
They turned back to us and smiled. "Alright then all settled. To Stiles' house we go."
Allison gave Isaac a strange look and Isaac shrugged and looked to Scott, as if to say 'its his choice'.
The bell to signal the end of lunch rang and we all agreed to meet in the front afterschool. Things would finally start to get interesting. I would finally find a way to really get Damon, a way he wouldn't weasel his way out of. He would pay for turning my life into a living hell. And I would finally be able to feel the sun and travel without worrying about him finding me. Maybe I would feel normal again.