I sat in our bed, staring at the blankets that were blotted with tears. /Our/ bed... The word had no meaning anymore, three empty letters that I now despise. There was a chance he was alive, and also a chance that the alphas took him and are either torturing him or murdered him. I sigh lightly, sniffling and wiping a tear away with the back of my hand.

The next thing I know I'm in the back seat of Allison's car. She's driving, Lydia's in passenger. We're following the bus that is taking the boy's lacrosse team to their meet, we've been on the road for /hours/.

I sit in the back sulking, listening to Allison and Lydia banter about Scott, the meet, Aiden... Then they bring up Derek and I let out a small cry, slamming my head back against the seat.

"Sorry Destiny," Allison breaths. I saw her in the mirror roll her eyes, Lydia too.

"No you're not." I mumble, blinking rapidly to clear out the tears building up in my eyes. Just as Lydia took in a breath to release her comeback, her phone rang, saved by the bell.

"Hey Stiles," my ears perked up when she spoke his name, "yeah we were just about to head into a movie-"

I heard him on the other line, "I know you guys are right behind us, just put me on speaker."

"Okay..." She said awkwardly, smacking her lips together before obeying his words.

He began blabbing about how Scott wasn't healing, coming up with a plan to stop the bus and eventually he asked if I was there.

"H-Hi." My voice was crackly and raspy, I cleared my throat, "I'm here."

"How are you holding up, baby girl?"

I sighed, "not so good."

"Destiny, please, hold on-"

"Stiles!" I snapped, cutting him off. "We can talk later, okay?"

"Okay." He mumbled, then hung up.

Eventually, after hearing Allison groan about the car, the bus pulled over and we got out, helping Scott into the washrooms so she could stitch him up.

Lydia diagnosed him, saying he was still upset about Derek and so he wasn't healing. "That makes two of us." I say under my breath, dragging my feet as I walk out.

I see Isaac and Boyd plotting with each other while staring at Ethan. Oh great. I hop over to them, putting my hand on Isaac's chest just as he takes a step forward. "Destiny, get back." He growls while continuing to glare at his target.

"No. Not here, Isaac. We'll get them another time. /Calm down/... It's not worth it."

"Derek isn't worth it?!" He raises his voice, staring down at me.

~ISAAC'S P.O.V.~

Once I look down at Destiny, I see the pain in her eyes. Instantly, I feel bad for yelling at her. Even though I've known Derek longer, she was madly in love with him.

I lay my hand on hers, entwining our fingers as I wrap my arms around her tiny frame. My jaw rests on the top of her head while half of her face is on my chest.

"Isaac, I want him back." She begins to choke over her words, I could feel the sadness radiating off of her.

"I know, so do I-"

"Isaac! Isaac, Scott won't heal because the loss is getting to him, well, rather, /got/ to him. Anyways, Allison is stitching him up now, sort of like a placebo." Just as Stiles finished his sentence, a giant rage swept over me and I pushed Destiny away, grabbing Ethan and slamming my fist to his cheek multiple times.

By the time Scott's voice snapped me out of it, Ethan was already laying on the ground and against a tree with blood seeping out of the corner of his mouth. Both Danny and Coach had tried to pull me off but it didn't work. "/Isaac/!" His voice registered in my mind, causing me to stop. I let go of Ethan's shirt, straightening my spine to look at Scott, then hunched it over immediately, as if I was a five year old and my parents were mad because I did something wrong.

Then, I felt someone wrap their tiny little arms around my bicep. Right away, I knew it was Destiny. I could sense her.

~DESTINY'S P.O.V.~

Scott got Isaac to calm down, then we all got back on the bus. Allison sat with Scott, Lydia was with Stiles and I sat beside Isaac while Boyd was on the seat beside us.

I held Isaac's hand the whole way, after about an hour, I rested my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes.

When I woke up, Isaac was lightly shaking my body and I saw people filing out of the bus. "Destiny, it's time to wake up. We stopped at a Motel." He helped me up, out of the bus and into a semi-circle around Coach.

"You'll be pairing up, so choose wisely!" Was all I caught from his mouth movements.

We all walked by him, grabbing keys to rooms. Allison and Lydia stayed together, Scott and Stiles, Isaac and Boyd. And because nobody wanted to room with the weird, depressed girl... I was alone.

I sat on the bed, red comforter, red carpet, red walls... classic. The bed across from me was un-touched, not even a wrinkle in the sheets.

"Destiny, don't cry, I'm here." Just then, there was a large dark figure blocking my view. I looked up,

"Derek?!" I exclaimed. He smiled, laying down beside me and pulling my shaking, shivering body into his arms. I latched onto him, "Derek, where were you? I thought you were dead! Why did you leave me?" I sniffled, wiping tears from my eyes.

"I had to keep safe, baby. But I'm here now."

"I swear to god, if you leave me again I will wear you as a fur coat." I smiled, giggling softly and balled his shirt up in my fists.

He sighed, "Destiny, I have to go."

"No!" I screamed, my knuckles turning white as I held him tighter.

"I'm sorry..." He began to fade, the warmth that was there from him stopped keeping me heated. Before I knew it, he had completely disappeared from my grasp.

"Derek!" I cried out, sitting up and looking around. When he was officially gone, I smacked my head back against the wall repeatedly.

~SCOTT'S P.O.V.~

After Allison knocked me out of whatever weird trance I was in, I began walking back to Stiles and I's room.

I walked by Destiny's, picking up a loud crying sound. Slowly, it shifted into moaning, I heard her breathe my name, begging me to come and touch her. The way she said it though, she didn't know I was outside and continued whatever she was doing. I smirked, turning the doorknob and walking in. At first, I saw her naked and lying on the bed, she looked over at me, "Scott, baby, come here and do this for me." She referred to her motions.

I took a step forward, and all of the sudden she was crying and hugging her legs. Destiny's gaze met mine, "Scott, what are you doing here?"

Then again, she was laying naked, "What are you doing over /there/? Come /here/ and do me like that time in the bath, baby."

"Scott, leave!" She was crying and hunched over again.

I took another step closer, her two positions flashed over and over before I finally sat beside her on the bed, she was fully clothed. I slipped my hand into her pants and used the other to pull her shirt down under her breasts. I lightly nipped at her chest, placing a variety of kisses and bites all over her top torso.

"Shit, /Scott/!" She moaned, "s-stop."

"You know you don't want me to

stop." I whispered, slipping two fingers under her panties.

"Stop!" She screamed, shoving me away from her. I fell off the bed and hit the floor, hard.

Wait, what the hell? I must've gave off a confused look, because she rolled her eyes and sighed. "Scott, please leave." I nod, getting up and running out.

~ISAAC'S P.O.V~

I open my eyes, wiping the sweat from my forehead as I swallow the pain in my throat, "Boyd?" I wait a second, then sit up, looking at the empty bed. Where the hell is he?

I sigh, leaning back against the wall and glancing down at my pants, raising an eyebrow. "Maybe just quickly.." I mumble to myself, grabbing my jeans, pulling them down my legs and throwing them to the side.

I lay there in my boxers and stare at the back of my eyelids, trying to focus on her. I imagine her only in panties, standing in front of my bed. She dips her thumbs into the waistband, teasing me before slowly pulling them past her thighs until they fall to her ankles. She runs her palms all over her torso, "look at you, Isaac." She says softly, her hair goes down and curls on her breasts, covering her nipples. She slowly moves it away, circling her index finger around one nipple.

She slides two of her digits into herself, moaning as she thrusts them repeatedly. "Fuck," I groan, rubbing the growing bulge in my boxers. Then, she mumbles something under her breath. "What?" I ask, confused. This is /my/ fantasy, what's happening?

She pulls her fingers out and points at me with the one that was on her breasts. "It's your fault!" She accuses, "/Your/ fault Derek's gone! You took my love away and now look at you! You're jacking off to your alpha's girlfriend after you murdered him?! You're fucking pathetic, Isaac!" She screams, blue hair tossing around with her words.

"Destiny, stop! It's not my fault!" I yell. Open my eyes, if I open my eyes she'll go away! My eyelids fling up, but sure enough, she's still there.

"You killed him. I hate you."

Randomly, Derek appears, he grabs Destiny and kisses her quick before hiding her body against his. All I can see is her slightly tanned skin, backside and blue hair that is just passing her shoulder blades. "She's /mine/, you sick son-of-a-bitch!" He scolds me.

I scream and jump to the end of the bed, my legs flying off the blankets as my feet steady my weight on the floor. They're gone, but a familiar voice creeps into my brain, "Get into the freezer."

~DESTINY'S P.O.V.~

I sit for what seems like forever thinking about what just happened with Scott, Derek, the Alpha pack and then suddenly I sense something's wrong. Isaac.

I jump up and run out the door, making my way to his room in a sprint. I walk in slowly, breathing heavily, "Isaac? Isaac where are you?"

Then out of the blue I felt liquid trailing down my palms, I brung them up to my face to reveal that my wrists we're bleeding from straight lines that went across my veins; even though I haven't cut since I met Derek. They were gushing blood and wouldn't stop. "Shit." I ran back to my room, holding the source of the blood. Right when I reached my door I saw Stiles, Lydia and Allison.

"Destiny?" He stared at me.

"Stiles," I whispered, beginning to feel light headed. He looked down at my hands, eyes widening before dashing over and grabbing my shoulders.

"Des, I thought you stopped this!" He yells in my face. I flinch, taken a-back as a single tear falls to my cheek,

"/I didn't do anything/, Stiles. I went to go see Isaac and it started bleeding!" My tone is harsh, but he listens anyways, pulling me into my room and grabbing a first-aid kit. He begins to wrap my wrist in gauze- and even though it gets immediately soaked in blood - he continues to wrap.

"Uck," his face scrunches up in disgust, "it reeks of werewolf."

I sigh, "yeah, Scott was in here earlier." My gaze darts to the floor, which was a stupid move, because now he knows it wasn't just Scotty checking up on his Little sis'.

Stiles looks at me square in the eye, "what happened, Destiny?"

"Nothing, he just came to see if I was doing alright." I swallow the lie and nod sharply.

I heard the racket from Isaac and Boyd's room, and it didn't sound good. I bolted to the room to see Stiles and Lydia trying to pull a metal, square vault off of Boyd who was drowning in the bath tub.

"The flares; they're on the bus! They burn under water- go!" She screamed at him. Stiles turned and ran out, stopping dead in front of me. "Destiny? What are you doing here?! Never mind, I need to go!" He rushed, pushing past me. I ran to help Lydia and began lifting the heavy metal off of him. But all of the sudden I felt like I was being suffocated; drowned, even. All I knew was that my chest was stiff and heavy, and I couldn't breath. I opened my mouth to curse, but fell onto my back and Boyd began drowning again. Once I hit, I could breathe. I pulled myself out of the bathroom on the floor just before Stiles ran in with the flares. I heard panting near me, and turned over to look at the bed. I lifted the material draping over the bottom to see Isaac all sweaty and doe-eyed, scared shitless.

"I-Isaac?" I mumbled, quirking a brow. He looked up into my hues, gasping and moving back; disappearing into the darkness.

"What the hell..." I dropped the material, lifting myself off of the ground and up onto my feet.

Stiles, Lydia and Boyd rushed out of the bathroom, "Stiles!" I screamed, tearing up, "Isaac, he's-" I ran a shaking hand through the roots of my blue hair. I choked back the tears, babbling, "he's under the bed, /help him/."

Stiles nodded, lighting up another flare before getting onto the floor and lifting the drape. "Hey Isaac, I've got something here for you..." He said, taking the hand that was holding the flare and putting it under the bed.

Allison, Lydia, Stiles and I rushed down the steps of the motel to the parking lot talking about how weird Scott was being; I didn't add my two-cents. And sure enough, there was the devil himself standing in a puddle of liquid, seeming to be drenched in it as well. He had a lit flare in his hand, shirt sticking to his lean torso as we made a semi-circle around his puddle at a safe distance. I was probably the last to notice the empty container of gasoline laying on its side next to him. Oh my god.

Tears rushed to my eyes when I realized this was another suicide attempt, but this time, my own brother's.

"Scott? Scott?" Allison tried to gain his attention. I stepped forward, Stiles grabbed my arm.

"S-Scott!" I shrieked, tears rolling down my cheeks. That's when he slowly raised his gaze to ours,

"There's no hope." He sounded scared and distraught.

"What do you mean, Scott?" Allison shook her head, "there's always hope."

I held back a growl, trying to pull away from Stiles. He shifted quick and grabbed both of my fore-arms behind me, keeping me steady. "Not for me... not for Derek." My teeth pierced into my bottom lip when Scott mentioned his name, I leaned back against Stiles; hoping his touch would keep me from going insane.

"D-Derek wasn't your fault," I told him. He looked up at me,

"Destiny," He mumbled my name, "I should have never taken advantage of you on the full moon, and then had sex with you again in the morning. It wasn't right, but I couldn't help the way I felt." He admitted it to me, but now everyone knew our secret. Allison looked over and glared with her lips parted, Lydia took a step back from me in disgust and Stiles released my arms, stepping far away from my body. His features had shock written all over and was probably never going to speak to me again.

Scott continued, "Every time I try to fight back, it just keeps getting worse. People keep getting hurt... People keep getting killed."

Stiles stepped into Scott's bubble, his voice becoming clouded over by his emotions. "Scott, Scott /listen/ to me, okay? This isn't you, this is someone inside your head telling you to do this - okay? Now-"

"What if it isn't?" Scott raised his voice, cutting off his best friend, "what if it's just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?" He took extremely sharp breaths in and out, shivering.

I looked down knowing there was no way for me to help, knowing nobody wanted my help. The tears were now basically a water fall, but I kept quiet. There was a dry, clogged pain in the middle of my throat that wouldn't go away. Breathing wouldn't help, so I chose not to.

~DEREK'S P.O.V.~

I knew it was wrong to cheat, but I just couldn't help myself... She was gorgeous. She's /not/ a child with band lyrics tattooed on random places of her body and blue hair.

Somewhere, I could sense Destiny was upset. In my heart I felt her tears and her emotional pain, our bond was still strong even though she thought I was dead. Once I was in bed with Jennifer though, I could feel Destiny's pain leave me and slowly become replaced by Jennifer's sexual arousal for me. It was wrong, /so/ wrong... But it felt amazing.

~Destiny's P.O.V.~

I felt a sting in my chest, like someone had stabbed my multiple times in my heart. It gave off the feeling that I had lost something, but who and what haven't I already lost?

"It all started that night, the night I got bitten." I brung my attention back to Scott as he spoke to Stiles, "Do you remember the way it was before that? You and me? We- we were /nothing/." I saw Stiles run the cuff of his hoodie over his eyes, inching closer to Scott. "We weren't popular, we weren't good at lacrosse... We weren't important." Scott was crying harder now, I think all of us were. I couldn't tell how hard I was crying, I felt completely numb and empty; but still, he went on. "We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again." He slowly raised his eye level to his best friend's, mumbling, "no one at all."

Scott moved the flare in his hand, positioning it to let go. Stiles took another step slowly towards him, "Scott just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Y-you're someone." He paused, tone becoming softer, "Scott, /you're my best friend/. Okay and I need you..." He moved closer with ever syllable. "Scott, you're my brother." Stiles took one giant step, "alright so if you're going to do this then," he placed his palm around the flare above where Scott was holding it. "I think you're just going to have to take me with you then."

I grabbed my stomach, trying to breathe while my crying was kept quiet.

Just then, Stiles ripped the flare out of Scott's hand, throwing it away. I gasped in air, knowing that they were now both out of danger.

Lydia screamed a "No!" And tackled both of them, I sensed the fire before the gasoline bursted into flames. When it did, Allison and I took each other in our arms and fell to the ground with the boys and Lydia.

We stayed shielded on the pavement until it died down slightly. Isaac came and since I had no one to comfort me as everyone else did, he took me into his muscular arms. I cried hard, burying my head in his chest. He had the bottom of his jaw rested on the top of my head, I gripped the sides of his shirt in my fists while releasing my totally-freaked-out-and-sad vibes.

"I don't wanna know," Coach's harsh voice brung me back, I realized I was still in Isaac's arms except in the very back seat of the bus across from Boyd. Stiles sat behind Scott a few seats up and Lydia and Allison were together across and one seat back. "I really don't wanna know." Everyone sat up quickly - except for me, which caused my body to shift into Isaac's lap. "But in case you didn't hear, the meet has been canceled. Pack it in!" He called to the rest of the students outside, "Pack it in!" He screamed and moved to the front seat.

Ethan and Danny were first, Ethan sat beside Scott and I listened into their conversation. "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life."

"Actually, I saved your life... But not that it matters that much-just minor detail.." Stiles spoke up, Ethan ignored him.

"So I'm going to give you something, we're pretty sure Derek's still alive." I gasped, leaning forward.

"What is it?" Isaac asked, I shushed him and listened closely.

"But he killed one of ours, that means one of two things can happen; either he joins our pack-"

Scott cut him off, "or he kills his own."

"Or Kali goes after him and we kill him, that's the way it works."

Stiles made a comment which Ethan ignored once more and got up, his eyes met mine and I quickly hid my face in Isaac's chest again. Once the coast was clear, I repeated everything to him.

Then Lydia took Coach's whistle, discovering that wolfsbane was in it. So every time he blew it, we all inhaled and got poisoned by it. "Shit." I thought about it just before Stiles grabbed the whistle from Lydia and threw it out the window.

Then, we began the long journey home.