Isaac wasn't bad, he was on his best behavior, surprisingly. The movie wasn't bad either, but mostly her thoughts had taken over as soon as the lights went out. Half way through the movie, Isaac had lent her his jacket. He must have noticed that she was cold. Typical stereotypes were that werewolves never got cold. That was such bullshit, too.

After the movie, they took another walk, talking. They talked about any and everything. It was nice, not having to worry about the supernatural side of things for a little bit. Isaac was a good distraction. When they arrived back at the loft, the place was in shambles.

"Cora?" Claire helped the girl to her feet. "What happened?"

"Alphas... they attacked." Cora held her head.

"Where's Derek and Scott?"

"Deucalion... he took them."

Claire's blood boiled. The whole point of life is learning to live with the consequences of the bad decision we've made. She knew she made a bad mistake, by allowing herself to forget the supernatural world, if even for a little bit.

She grabbed her jacket and pulled out the gun that she used to shoot the Alpha twins and reloaded the clip.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get settle my score with Deucalion." She snapped the clip into the gun and placed the gun underneath her shirt. It wouldn't last, but she could use all the help she could get. Grabbing her jacket, Isaac stopped her.

"I'm coming with."

Daylight had settled in quite nicely. Deucalion had what he needed to bring the girl to him. And then, he'd have Derek kill her. That was the plan, anyway. The girl was known for outrunning and outsmarting him at times. He heard the snarls and growls from behind him. His Alpha twins were currently having fun with the two idiots. It was good, hearing the groans of pain from both, a sick smirk covered Deucalion's lips.

The electricity sliced through their bodies, their muscles tightening. Their bodies couldn't keep this up much longer.

And luckily, they wouldn't have to.

He had heard her. She screamed, the high scream that was neither human nor animal but something terrible in between, the sort of sound that you never forget no matter how many beautiful things you hear afterward. She was terrifyingly deadly.

Scott's eyes were heavy, but somewhere, he saw a shadow figure.

"I was wondering how long it would take you." Deucalion smirked.

Her red eyes met his and hatred built up in her stomach. Violently her canines extended and she growled, giving into the blood lust. She could see Isaac's yellow eyes in the darkness, while she kept the attention on herself.

"You and I have a score to settle." Claire growled.

"What? Your mother? She was pathetic, easy to kill."

She went to charge at him, but was stopped by a hand against her throat. Looking up into the face, she realized that the face was familiar.

It was Feliz.

It dawned on her then, that Feliz was working with Deucalion. Of course, it would make sense, since he hated Derek's guts. She caught a glimpse of the teacher and everything fell into prospective.

They were all working together.

That thought alone made her even more pissed.

There are some things that sorry can't fix. Digging her claws into his chest, Claire threw Feliz off her, running on pure adrenaline. Thing One and Two were the next to step up to the plate.

"I can handle her." Deucalion said.

Claire nearly snorted in laughter. "If you or one of the blind fools who follows you honestly believe you can...bring it on. I'm in the mood for Slaughter. Killing and Murder, too." Never take your eyes off your opponent. And never think you don't have to work for a victory. Her mind told her. She was ready. It had been awhile since she'd fully given into the blood lust and now was a perfect time to do just that. The blood lust was brewing over the surface and Claire nearly lost her mind.

She charged at Deucalion, clawing and tearing at him. One of the twins threw her off and she collided with a stone wall, but that didn't stop her. Adrenaline pumped through her as she took on Feliz and the twins while Isaac helped Derek and Scott.

She had all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for rage and disgust. She felt lethal, on the verge of frenzy. Her mask of sanity was about to slip. Blood lust – the disease that makes us the monsters we are known to be; it is what wipes away the last of our humanity. She had slipped over the edge and now she was fighting for revenge.

She had managed to take down Deucalion, clawing and tearing, ripping his face apart with her claws. She didn't care. He killed her mother, murdered her in cold blood. It was about time the bastard got what was coming to him. Some had reached for her, pulling her off Deucalion. She fought against the body, the battle interrupted, blood lust was bottled up inside her, a turbo engine revved to redline.

"Claire!" Two more sets of hands held her down. "Don't fight your humanity!"

"Let me go! I want his blood on my hands!"

"It's already there!" The one that snarled at her grabbed her hands roughly and made her look at them. She realized then, that it was Derek. He was spattered with blood, breathing hard, head down, eyes narrowed, and fury was rolling off him in thick, dangerous waves. He took her face in his bloody hands and made her look at him.

Her breathing was ragged and heavy.

"Claire, take a deep breath."

She couldn't. Her body wouldn't let her.

"Breathe, Claire."

She forced herself to let go of the breath she'd been holding. Scott and Isaac let her go and went to deal with the bodies, leaving Derek alone with her. She hated crying. Tears were weaknesses that could be exploited and they never solved a damned thing. Sobs gathered in her chest like a rushing tide and she needed to get away from him before she broke.

Instead of fighting his grip, she tried to slide out of it. "I need to go," she said to his chest. "I need – "

His mouth closed over hers, hot and hungry, warming her mouth as his body warmed her body.

"Me," Derek said, his voice dark and gravelly as if it had traveled up from the bottom of the earth, his eyes bright. "You need me."

She was hearing the words. They just weren't registering on her Richter scale of sanity. Her mind had given up on trying to make sense of what just happened.

"Are you seriously going to make out on the blood soaked ground?" She heard Scott ask in the background. A deep chuckle rumbled in Derek's chest as Claire leaned her forehead against his.

"Thank you." He whispered.

"For what?"

"For saving me, again."

Author's Note: So Derek and Scott aren't the only ones that's ill-tempered. Reviews are lovely and always appreciated! (: