Longest. Chapter. Ever.

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The McCall Twin

Chapter Twenty-Two – Code Breaker

I looked straight ahead from the backseat of Stiles' Jeep. You know usually I would complain about being in the backseat yet again, but the farther I was from Peter the better. I hated being so close to him. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my stomach hurt.

Apparently, the figure that was lying on the floor earlier was Lydia. Peter had bitten her and was going to just leave her there, but Stiles was adamant about helping her. From what Peter told me (he's a regular chatty Kathy and he loves to hear himself talk), he let Stiles call Jackson to get her. Now we could only hope she would be alright. I mean she had to be alright. She's Lydia Martin. Who was going to insult me on every little thing I do?

Stiles made a slight huff through his nose as he drove.

Peter looked at him and then back forward. "Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful." He says that as if it makes it all better. What a dick.

Stiles' face tightened as he spoke, "Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."

Peter was not fazed at all. "Well, actually, considering that she's a woman, twice a month." Then he turned to Stiles with a blank face.

My mouth dropped along with Stiles as we both stared at the deadly Alpha, who if I wasn't afraid of I would be laughing my ass off at his unintentional joke. How many times had I made fun of Scott and said it was like a period? Lots of times.

I could really get into what happened on the ride to wherever Peter was taking us to, but really nothing happened at all. After Peter's twice a month comment, it stayed quiet. All that was heard was Stiles' breathing and Peter's whistling. Yes, this bitch Alpha had the audacity (he's the alpha – he has every right to do whatever he wants or he'll rip your throat out with his teeth) to whistle. Like he didn't have enough entertainment in his life. He tore this town up and he was still messing around.

…That rhymed, but I mustn't get excited because I'm actually trying to disappear in my seat. To keep Peter's attention off of me, I'm going so far that I'm trying to hold my breath. If he can't hear me, he won't look at me. If he won't look at me, he'll leave me alone. If he leaves me alone- ha, as if that would happen. You really think he would leave me alone? This bitch forced me to come with him and Stiles.

Alright, I'm getting off track. I'm just really freaking scared. He just hurt Lydia and who knows what he'll do next. He needs Stiles for something, but he has no use for me. Who knows what will happen. Ugh. There I go! Off track again!

To make a long story short (too late), the ride was way much longer than it needed to be. Let me tell you, it was the most awkward car ride of my life. And I've been in a police cruiser with Padre Stilinski and Stiles before… after we got picked up for trying to complete a bet we both lost to Scott. Yes, I know. I lost to Scott. I try not to bring it up because well it's Scott! Just don't dwell on it too much. It hurts to even think about it. Anyway, we both lost and the punishment was to run down the street. Naked. Let's just say it did not end well for any of us except Scott, whose little bitch ass ran off when he heard the sirens.

And I'm rambling. I blame Peter. You should too.

…

So as I was rambling, we finally arrived and apparently I was dragged from the Jeep. I had no clue. Thankfully, it was Stiles who was dragging me while Peter dragged him. Can you say talent?

Peter finally released Stiles as we approached a car. He was pulling out the key to open the trunk when Stiles questioned, "Whose car is this?"

"My nurse's," Peter answered as he unlocked it.

Stiles gave me a glance and turned back to Peter. "What happened to your- oh my God!" When the inside of the trunk was revealed, I was a little surprised (FUCKING SCARED OUT OF MY LIFE). Red, Peter's nurse, was lying in the trunk- dead.

I gasped loudly, "Holy shit, oh my god!" I grabbed onto Stiles, who had already grabbed me. We liked horror movies, but it was better when they stayed in the movie than in real life.

Peter, on the other hand, didn't seem fazed by the sight. He moved her arm and removed the bag that had been underneath it. Then he seemed to notice our reactions. He looked from us to the dead nurse in the trunk and explained, "I got better." As if that justified why he killed her. This crazy fuck.

He closed the trunk and began starting up the laptop that was inside the bag. He opened it and placed it on top of the car. Was it me or was this weird? Like you kidnap us to take us to your dead nurse's car to show us a laptop. What the hell, man.

"Good luck getting a signal down here," Stiles remarked as he noticed what Peter was doing.

He still remained unfazed as he pulled a MiFi out and handed it to Stiles. Well, isn't he a little prepared Alpha? I hate him. I really do.

Stiles made an 'o' expression and said, "Oh, MiFi."

I let out a tiny breath and looked at the laptop. Oh well that's interesting. Nudging Stiles, I gestured to the computer. He looked at it and remarked, "And you're a Mac guy."

I know I was trying to keep myself hidden, but I couldn't help but open my mouth (I could only stay quiet for oh so long). And really, I just wanted to try and annoy Peter because Alpha bitch. "You know I'm more of a Dell person."

"Really?" Stiles questioned, catching on to my plan. We did this plenty of times to Scott.

"Oh yeah, rumour has it that it runs faster, so I was like I got to have someone like you."

"I see. So it's your one and only? You two must be rolling in the deep." You might not hear this often, but I do cherish Stiles. Even in the face of danger (Alphanator standing just a foot away from us), he can still make puns with me and make me forget about the bitch. I wonder if he knows I call him that.

…

Never mind. I don't want to know. He'll eat me.

Speaking of eating (you should know what food I mean hehehe), we're supposedly going to find Derek. I don't know what the hell Peter is doing right now? Can't he just go wolfy Alpha and sniff him out? Why is our society resorting to technology for everything?! You know he doesn't seem as scary as he did now that I notice he uses laptops, technology, etc. just like everyone.

I glanced at him and he must have felt my gaze because he turned to meet my eyes. His eyes flashed red and he grinned at me. I spun away.

Hell to the fuck no. He was still scary, technology or not. And on an even more annoying note, he did not even look annoyed at our puns. In fact, he looked amused but I didn't know whether it was from our jokes or that I was scared of him.

I looked at him again and this time he was fangs and red eyes galore. I'm pretty sure I just shit myself.

Definitely the latter.

Stiles noticed my discomfort and spoke rather mockingly about Peter using Mac, thus taking the attention off me. "Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?"

Of course, I can't just keep quiet. "I don't know. Scott doesn't really use any because he's been too busy chasing pavements."

It seemed as Peter was officially done with us because his amused look was long gone and was now replaced with do-you-want-to-die expression. And the answer was no I do not.

"Shut up and turn it on," Peter demanded softly. "Get connected."

Get connected for free (free) with education connection! I'm sorry I had to.

Stiles made a face and gave a slight sigh, "You know you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." My thoughts exactly, Stiles.

You know… Stiles may not be as terrific as I am, but he's pretty close. I mean this Adderall fuck has grown some balls. Look at him, acting up with the Alpha like he can actually stand a chance. I can say the same for Scott, too. While they attempt to own Peter, I'm over here freezing just when he looks at me. My boys are growing up. It's about time geez. I thought puberty would never hit.

"Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them." Stiles finished.

Peter was not having it. "You know both of them."

Ballsy wasn't backing down either as he turned to look at Peter, "No, I don't."

Peter continued, unfazed. "Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying. And besides if there was a chance that you didn't know Scott's username and password, which there isn't," Pointed look at Stiles, "Emily is also with us and I'm positive she would know it."

Freezing, I blanched as he looked at me. "And you wouldn't lie to me, would you Emily?" It's like he knew I was absolutely terrified of him. I think he liked it.

I didn't say anything.

Stiles defended, "She doesn't know either."

Peter looked at him with a look that said 'cut the shit'. "Really Stiles?"

Stiles practically yelled, "Dude, I swear to God-," But he was cut off as Peter grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed his head down on the laptop. I jumped at the sudden action and basically died myself. I felt myself beginning to hyperventilate. I was freaking out.

"I can be very persuasive, Stiles," Peter said quietly but threateningly. "Don't make me persuade you."

"S-Stop," A shaky voice stuttered. After a moment, I realized that was my voice. Peter glanced at me as he still held Stiles down. "We'll do it."

"What say you, Stiles?" Peter asked him and applied more pressure onto him.

Stiles made a noise of pain, but grunted in agreement.

"That's much better," Peter released him and stood straight, straightening his leather jacket and wiping his hands as if touching Stiles made him unclean.

Stiles moved back closer to me and rubbed his neck. I patted his arm in reassurance, well as much as I could give because in actuality I was freaking out and I'm surprised I haven't passed out.

Peter finally looked at us when he was done and raised an eyebrow while he gestured to the laptop that sat on the car. "Well? Get to it."

Breathing heavily from his nose, Stiles stood straight and placed himself in front of the laptop. He began clicking away and it was silent except for the keys being pressed.

But knowing Stiles, he could only keep quiet for a matter of a minute. Seriously, I mean when have you ever heard him not talk or make a comment. It was just Stiles. And because I'm always right, I wasn't too surprised when he spoke up. I told you.

"What happens after you find Derek?" He asked, still looking at the screen.

It seemed as if Peter was in a hurry because he wasn't even trying to amuse us. He just had this mean, I'll-kill-you-if-you-keep-talking expression on his face. And it showed in his tone as he practically spat, "Don't think, Stiles. Type."

He wasn't even yelling, but somehow he sounded scarier. I mean he was not even talking to me and I wanted to start typing. But Stiles did bring up an interesting point. What if we found Derek easy-peasy, what would Peter do after? Take him away again? Put him as our enemy? This is so much for a human teenage girl to deal with. See how I had to put human? Yeah, that shouldn't have to be said because before all this it was obvious.

Stiles quieted down for a second before he spoke almost hauntingly, "You're gonna kill people, aren't you?"

"Only the responsible ones," Peter confirmed.

Stiles didn't seem to like that answer as he demanded strongly. "Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of it."

Peter sighed like the whole world was just put on his shoulders. "Do you know why wolves hunt in packs?" Wow, I didn't realize we were at school. Didn't he realize he already got us there? That was so weeks ago. "It's because their favored prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them."

"Scott won't help you." Shit, why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut?

Peter glanced at me, but turned his head to Stiles as he spoke, "She's right. He's not gonna help you."

Peter gave us both a look and said knowingly, "Oh, he will." Then he paused for a dramatic effect. He was quite theatrical, wasn't he? "Because it'll save Allison. And you both will, because it'll save Scott."

He seemed to have everything planned out ten steps before. He had us right where he wanted us and I despised him for it. This is his entire fault.

He continued almost mockingly with a look to Stiles, "Your best friend and your twin brother," A look thrown at me, "whom you both know so well, you even have his username and password."

I only put my head down as Stiles began to type twin's username and password. I didn't want to help Peter at all. I didn't want him to acknowledge me at all. Yet I was torn if I was putting my head down because I wanted to disappear or because of the shame Scott puts me through. You'll understand, hold on.

Peter's eyes furrowed as he stared at the laptop screen with disbelief. "His username is 'Allison'?" Enter an even more disbelieving look. "His password is also 'Allison'?" Whoop, there it is. The shameful bane of my existence, my own twin.

Stiles didn't bat an eyelash. "Still want him in your pack?"

I only smiled sardonically. "It's a good thing he's good-looking, huh?"

We both looked at Peter when he didn't say anything in reply. He only gave us a glance before turning away, obviously annoyed.

Stiles quickly did his thing to avoid having to hear Peter anymore. I swear he just loved to talk and it didn't matter what mood he was in. He was worse than Stiles.

The laptop dinged as it received a message from Where's My Phone! and Stiles quickly opened it. We all leaned in as we read the message of the coordinates and the map. This time I didn't care if Peter paid attention to me.

All I could say was, "What the actual fuck."

Stiles shared my response as he tried to get out a full sentence. "Wait, what the- That's where they're keeping him?" Stiles gestured to the screen with his hand. "His own house?" Again, what the fuck?

Peter barely shook his head then realization overtook his expression. "Not at it." He began to put everything away. "Under it. I know exactly where that is."

Before anyone of us could say anything, a loud but muffled howl sounded throughout the parking garage. I all but froze and silently watched Peter's expression. He turned his head and said, "And I'm not the only one."

Does that mean…? Scott?

Peter did not waste time. He quickly threw the laptop bag into the car and turned to Stiles. You could still hear howling as he demanded Stiles, "Give me your keys."

Stiles sighed in protest, but handed them over anyway. "Careful, she grinds in second."

My jaw dropped along with Stiles as we watched Peter crush his keys, so that they were bent and unusable. I'm pretty sure that is not how you use keys to drive. I mean what that really necessary?

Stiles, with disbelief written all over his face, grabbed the keys as Peter handed them back to him. Stiles woke from his trance as Peter opened the car door and began to make his way into it. He stopped short and closed the door when Stiles spoke up and I swear I wanted to slap him.

"So you're not gonna kill me?" Really Stiles? Seriously? You were doing so well in my books! I was even giving you compliments and then you do this! When a crazed Alpha killer decides to let you live, you do not, and I repeat, DO NOT question it. He really pulled a Scott slow moment here.

I elbowed Stiles in his side and he winced. I only had time to hold my breath when I saw Peter moving closer to us. Holy shit, holy shit, I'm going to kill Stiles if we don't die now.

Stiles then realized his mistake and backed up a bit, "Oh God…"

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here." Peter said as he stared Stiles down.

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?" Stiles begged to differ and so did I! You know in my head where Peter cannot hear me.

Peter was unfazed as he continued, "I like you, Stiles." Stiles made a face and I couldn't blame him. "Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?" He finished with a carefree tone as if he was talking about the weather.

…

…

…

He said what?

"What?" Stiles questioned quietly as he took in his words.

"Do you want the bite?" Peter said slowly as if Stiles couldn't understand him. When Stiles didn't answer, he continued, "If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you'll become like us."

Stiles was quiet for a while and it was starting to worry me quite a bit. He was never quiet. Did Stiles really want to be a werewolf? Be like Scott? Like Derek? Even like… I glanced at the man offering the deal. Like Peter?

"Stiles…" I said, but he took no notice of me calling his name.

He only stared at Peter and said, "Like you?"

Peter was getting impatient and annoyed because his sassy side began to come out. "Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture?"

Still, Stiles said nothing.

Peter stepped closer to him as he began to reminisce. "That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl. You'd be equals. Maybe more."

It almost seemed as if he was trying to persuade Stiles into getting the bite. But he wasn't doing this for Stiles' benefit. He was doing this for himself, so he could have a bigger pack. But why now? He could've done this at any time and now he is choosing to offer it? And the bigger question is why Stiles is taking so long to actually consider it?

I froze for the billionth time tonight as Peter reached for Stiles' arm. He brought his arm up to his mouth and questioned, "Yes or no?"

Stiles still said absolutely nothing and I never thought I would willingly want Stiles to begin blabbering about random shit. I just needed him to snap out of it.

My heart stopped as Peter's fangs came out and he went for Stiles' arm.

"No, Stiles!" My voice was so high and it sounded as if I was going to start crying. I closed my eyes tightly. I heard shuffling and when I opened my eyes, relief filled me. Stiles had pulled away from him.

Peter was looking at Stiles with an unreadable expression as he began to talk, "I don't wanna be like you."

Peter's expression melted and was replaced with almost a smug look. "Do you know what I heard just then?" We could only stare. "Your heart beating slightly faster over the words 'I don't want.'" Stiles said nothing and that worried me. "You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye, Stiles." He turned away from us and made his way to the car. But before he could get in, he turned around and said, "Oops, I knew I was forgetting something. Come along, Emily."

…

…

…

Huh?

I looked at Stiles in panic. Why did he still need me? I already did my part. Or…maybe my part hasn't even begun. He never said what I had to do. In fact, Stiles did everything. Peter only used me if Stiles wouldn't give him the password. He didn't need me for this. Stiles was the techie. I…I am leverage. He didn't offer me the bite because he still needed me for something. He was only done with Stiles. Not me.

Stiles was outraged. "What? No. We're done. You got what you wanted. We're leaving."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "And what are you going to do, Stiles? You can't beat me. Even if you hadn't refused the bite, you still wouldn't be able to beat me." He walked to us and I stepped back as Stiles stood his ground in front of me. "Move."

Stiles gulped, but stayed strong and didn't move from his spot.

Peter tilted his head and said, "Fine." I knew it was not fine and I was worried that he would hurt Stiles, but he didn't. He simply let out an impatient sigh and closed his eyes. A small part of me and it was really small; I thought he had given up. But nothing is that easy.

His eyes shot open, now a deadly red. Before I could even process what was happening, the back of my arm began to sting. Where Peter had clawed me. A white-hot pain took over my entire body to the point where all I saw was black. I couldn't move, see, or feel. I could only scream at the intense pain attacking me. It felt as if I was fire and the scariest part was that I could hear all these screams that weren't mine.

I barely registered someone shouting, "Emily, oh my God! What are you doing?! Stop! Stop! Whatever you're doing stop!"

The pain disappeared and I felt numb. I could not think properly. I didn't feel like myself. All I knew was that I wanted to avoid more pain. I wanted it to stop.

You know what you have to do. A voice said.

It sounded like my voice, but it was different. Like it was me talking, but the tone was darker and emotionless. It wanted to me to let go and the pain would stop. I didn't quite grasp what was going on. Though I did know whoever it was…was right.

So I listened and everything went black.

-X-

When Emily's sight returned, she blinked a couple of times before observing everything around her. Stiles was standing in front of her with a terrified expression on his face. When he saw that she had calmed down, he hugged her.

She couldn't respond, or more like she didn't want to. She just didn't want to feel pain and she didn't.

Looking over Stiles' shoulder, Emily saw Peter staring right at them. She met his now normal colored eyes and he nodded at her. She immediately understood what she had to do. She pushed Stiles away forcefully and he stepped back cautiously.

"Em? What is it?" He asked her, but she didn't answer. After all, she had to listen if she didn't want pain.

She made her way to the passenger seat and began to open the door. Stiles had snapped out of whatever trance he was in as he watched his best female friend ignore him and walk to Peter's car willingly. He quickly scrambled to her side and stood in front of her. "Emily, what are you doing?"

She said nothing and only gazed at him expressionless. She then stepped around him and sat in the car. She closed the door so fast that he had to step back quickly (more like trip dramatically and land with one foot in the air and his hands spread wide) to avoid getting hit.

Peter was already in the car with the engine on. He glanced at Stiles and said for the second time that night, "Goodbye Stiles."

Stiles didn't understand. He tried to reach for the door handle to get to Emily, but stopped when she slammed her fist against the window. Her usually bright and warm brown eyes were dark and cold, practically emotionless, as she stared at him. All he could do was watch as she pushed the lock down. Without even a glance at Stiles, she turned and stared blankly straight ahead. He stepped away slowly when Peter pulled out. He was gone before Stiles could blink.

He stood there with furrowed eyebrows and mouth open slightly in incredulity because that girl in the car was not his best friend. Whoever that was, it wasn't Emily. That girl almost seemed like a zombie.

"Great," Stiles sighed. "My werewolf best friend is AWOL and my other mentally emotional best friend just willingly took off with the guy who has been murdering people since he got to town." Then he seemed to remember he had his crushed keys in hand. "Oh and said murderer bent my keys so I can't use them. Just great."

As you could tell, it was a great day for Stiles.

-X-

I groaned slowly as I came to. I didn't remember what happened. The last thing I remember was my arm burning and that was it. But it's weird because my arm doesn't even sting now. One thing that did hurt like hell was my fist and I had absolutely no clue why. I mean did I get in a fist fight? You know… the more I keep saying fist, the more I keep thinking wrong. Oh, it's been a long day.

"And sleeping beauty awakes," A voice said casually.

Bitch should've called me Snow White with the way I keep freezing. You smell me? Because snow is cold and Snow White basically froze when she ate that apple… Alright I'm done.

Turning my head, I finally noticed I was lying on a table. The room was dark, so I could barely make out the figure leaning against the wall. I watched as they slowly, almost teasingly, made their way closer. The windows lit up when the moon shined through them and I went pale.

Peter stood there with a calm look on his face. "Good timing, too. You would've missed the show."

I'll admit I was curious about what show he was talking about. I mean he doesn't look like a TV show series kind of guy. Peter watching Supernatural… Ew, shudder. I'm swerving off topic again, okay back on track. Swerve.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of my curiosity (hey, I may be scared shitless of him, but that didn't mean I couldn't try to defy him… you know in secret…where he doesn't know…swerve), I ignored his statement and sat up slowly. Glancing around the room while still trying to keep my eye on Peter, I asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are we?"

"What? You don't recognize it?" He asked.

Oh, I do. That's why I was asking to make sure you know. No bitch, I don't! First Scott, then Finstock, and now Peter! Does everyone like to ask obvious questions?

He continued and I swear his eyes gleamed dangerously, "I thought you might have considering all the times you've come here to check up on my nephew."

It all came rushing back to me. Stiles finding where they were keeping Derek. Peter forcing me to come with him. My whole body on fire. Me blacking out. We were at the Hale house. The question was why I didn't remember how we got here. And why weren't looking for Derek. Peter had said he knew where they were keeping him, so why were we just sitting here in the house. Hadn't he said something about him being under the house? What was he up to?

My eyes darted to him as began to walk around leisurely. "It's a bit ironic, wouldn't you say? How you follow him around like a little lost puppy." He said with a mocking tone. He shrugged casually and continued, "I guess all McCalls are good at that. Scott with Allison. You with Derek. Your mother with me."

"Shut up," I snapped.

He smiled, obviously amused at my reaction. "There's that feistiness from when we first met. I was worried it would never come back out."

Biting my tongue from talking back, I swung my legs off the opposite side of the table where he was and stood slowly. Glaring at him, I questioned, "Why did you need me here?"

He smiled condescendingly and answered, "Leverage, but you probably already knew that. You're more perceptive than you let on. Leverage for the possibility that your brother convinced my nephew I'm the bad guy here. You all seem to think that."

"You are the bad guy," My mouth was not staying shut. "Denial's not just river in Egypt."

"You're breaking my heart," He deadpanned.

Since he hadn't set my arm on fire or eat me yet, I continued my interrogation, "How did I get here? What happened after my arm?"

I was a little surprised when he answered seriously and not sardonically. I had expected one of his attempts to crack a joke or toy with me. "Let's just say you came to your senses."

…this vague ass motherfucker.

That's it? I should've known better than to think he was just going to answer me.

I opened my mouth, but stopped short as he held a finger to his lips and tilted his head to the door. With a clap, he practically sang, "Show time."

Eagerness was basically rolling off him as he made his way to me. I had no time to step away as his hand wrapped around my arm. He pulled me along with him until we reached the door. That's when he pushed me away, so I was on the right side of the door.

"What are you-," I stopped abruptly and ducked reflexively when a loud pop sounded from outside the house. It sounded like a gun shot. I didn't think you could have a drive by in the middle of the woods, but then again it is the Hale house, where werewolf hunters like to stop by.

I contemplated whether or not I should ask Peter what was happening outside the house. He had super wolf hearing, so he would know. As I got the nerve to ask him, the words died on my tongue as I saw his expression. It was intensely frightening. He looked so livid, so ready to attack. I could see his fangs peeking out and his eyes flashed red several times.

I held my breath as he muttered something under his breath that I wasn't supposed to hear. What he said didn't make me shit my pants, oh no. It was the tone he used. It was a complete contradiction to his expression before. He spoke calmly, too calm, and that showed just how enraged he truly was. It made it all the more terrifying the way he spoke those words.

"It will all end tonight."

Repeating the chilling words in my head, I barely jumped as another gunshot went off. I could only watch in silence as Peter slowly yet creepily opened the door, so the creaking echoed loudly. Not even sparing a glance at me, he moved so fast that I blinked and missed him.

I stood behind the door and listened to the shuffling outside. I was torn. I wanted to go outside to see what was going on, but then I didn't because well… there's some crazy mofos out there! They had guns! And whatever Peter was doing, I did not want to be stuck in cross fire. He obviously didn't need me anymore, or maybe he did. I don't know!

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to be that girl in the horror movie to check what that noise was. I stood up straight and went to head for the door. I was going to make myself known to whoever was out there when a voice shouted.

"Come on! Come on!"

Fuck no. Never mind. Take it back. I don't want it.

I threw myself back against the wall behind the door and struggled to keep my breathing normal. Yeah, it was not working. I sounded like I had just got finished with some strenuous activities, if you know what I'm throwing down. Down. Going down. Wink, nudge. Man, it's been a rough day. Rough. Rough and hard. Oh my goodness, I am so gone. This day needs to end.

A thud and a cry of pain came from the entrance of the door. I stopped breathing altogether as I heard more shuffling and struggling. I watched, wide eyed, as Peter came into the house holding someone by the neck. From the long hair and figure, I could tell it was a woman. I assumed this was the 'come on, come on' chick.

I didn't know if he forgot about me. I doubt it, but he was so focused on this chick. I didn't even know who she was. She did sound kind of familiar though. Just from those four words, I could tell she was cocky. Oh and she had a set of balls to willingly call out Peter aka the Alpha. Wait a second… balls.

Now don't go thinking wrong right now. I'm on to something. Why did that sound so familiar? A chick with balls. Please refrain from any form of giggling or smirking, I'm quite serious here. Now where have I heard of a cocky chick with a pair of balls? Hehehe, cock and balls. Alright, I'm sorry I couldn't resist. Hold on…

I let out a breath as it all hit me.

"Oh, he's here." It was a girl this time and she sounded a little too cocky. "He's just not feeling particularly hospitable."

"Ooh, who's that?" The chick cooed condescendingly. "A girlfriend? Where are you, sweetheart?"

I ducked lower behind the staircase. "Oh, I'll come after you when I get through with your boyfriend."

"So, who was that? A hunter?" I inquired as I followed Derek when he began walking.

It was that hunter that attacked Derek at his house! Was she in on the fire? Is that what Peter meant when he said it would end tonight? He said he only killed the responsible ones. So this chick had to be a part of the fire six years ago.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I barely registered someone running in the house. I blinked surprisingly at the curly, brown haired girl standing there. What in the hell was Allison doing here? What is going on, really? Geez, you black out for a bit and everything gets confusing.

Seemingly forgetting who was also in the house, I stepped forward and questioned, "Allison?"

She spun her head to me and her eyes widened, "Emily…what are you…?" But she stopped as a chilling voice got our attention. I knew that voice oh too well. We both stiffly turned to see Peter holding the hunter chick by her neck, his claws prominent.

"She is beautiful, Kate." Peter remarked, looking directly at Allison. "She looks like you. Probably not as damaged." The hunter chick, Kate, let out a shaky breath as she also stared at Ally. I looked between them silently. I didn't understand. Who was this Kate to Allison?

Then as if remembered I was still here, Peter turned his attention toward me and spoke, "Oh Emily, I don't think you two have met." I could only stare at him nervously. He looked ready to snap and not physically. He was gonna snap emotionally.

"Emily, this is Kate Argent, Allison's aunt," I looked at said girl questioningly, but turned back as Peter continued, "Or otherwise known as one of the people responsible for my family burning six years ago."

My eyes widened as I watched Kate gasp when Peter gripped her neck harder, thus pressing his claws into her neck. I didn't say anything. What could I say? I was speechless.

"Kate, this is Emily McCall," He introduced and gripped a bit tighter. "Though, I'm sure you already know who she is considering you just tried to kill her brother."

I blanched and I let out a shaky breath. He said tried, which meant she didn't. Scott's okay, he's okay.

I guess introductions were over because after all that was said and done, he turned back to Allison. My heart was beating so fast I was sure it was just gonna fall right out of my chest. Allison stiffened, but didn't turn away.

As he spoke to Kate, his words sounded like he was a second from crying. "So I'm going to give you a chance to save her." He paused before he said his demand, "Apologize."

His grip on her neck tightened and Allison let out a shaky breath, tears prickling her eyes. I gulped at the scene before me and watched fearfully as Peter began to talk again.

"Say that you're sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years." He said sorely through gritted teeth. "Say it and I'll let her live."

Allison continued to watch on with a scared, disbelievingly look on her face. I, on other hand, was afraid to watch. Somehow, deep down I knew Peter wouldn't let Kate live even if she did apologize. He was too stuck on revenge to do so. I was so fearful yet I couldn't turn away.

Kate looked at Allison, almost sadly, and said in a raspy voice, "I'm sorry."

I held my breath as it got quiet. I watched Peter sort of shrug as if to say 'oh well' before I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew what was coming. Allison's cries and the thud of Kate's body hitting the floor confirmed it. When I reopened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the blood splattered on the windows. I avoided looking at Kate.

My eyes found Allison and I noticed she had moved forward from where she had originally been. I quickly turned my head toward Peter, who looked like a great weight had been taken off his chest. With ease, he explained, "I don't know about you two, Allison, Emily, but that apology…didn't sound very sincere."

This fucker was truly sick.

With that, he made his way to Allison. I stepped forward to grab her, but stopped when something grabbed me. I looked at the person and was filled with relief. Scott.

He pushed me towards Allison before telling us to run. We could only oblige so quickly. Allison and I hightailed out of there, away from an annoyed Alpha and two pissed off werewolves. Yes, I said two. Guess whose back in action. That's right. The sexy bae, Derek. I'll celebrate later once they kick Peter's ass, which has nothing on Derek's. Just speaking facts here.

We ran to the front of the house, where I noticed someone laying on the floor. As we got closer, I realized it was Daddy Argent and he was unconscious. Allison tried to wake him, but it didn't work. He was out cold.

"We've got to get him out of here," I said to her softly.

She nodded and went to kneel on one side to pick him up. I went to the other and right when we were about to try and lift him, someone was thrown out of the window. If the hoodie didn't give him away, the floppy hair did. It was Scott.

I gasped and went to move towards him when Allison stopped me. I looked at her and she motioned behind me. I slowly turned around only to see the Alpha jump out from the same window. Notice how I didn't say Peter because he wasn't Peter. He was actually the big monster with red eyes and fangs.

My legs shook and I fell on my knees as I watched the terrifying scene unfold in front of me. I looked around for the green-eyed werewolf, but he was nowhere in sight.

Where was Derek? He had to help Scott stop the Alpha. Scott!

I cried out when the Alpha lunged for Scott and picked him up. He roared in twin's face, but Scott wasn't having it. With a kick to the chest, twin sent the Alpha onto the floor. Scott did a backflip and landed in a crouch.

The kick was hard enough to push the Alpha back and onto the floor, but not enough to keep him down fully. Rising on all fours, the Alpha stood straight and let out a terrifying growl to Scott. But before anything could happen, a honk captured all of our attention.

I turned my head to see…Jackson's Porsche? What? Stiles and Jackson both got out of the car in a rush. Huh? And to add even more to the fuckery, Stiles seemed to be the one driving. What the fuck, man.

Stiles held some sort of bottle (Erlenmeyer flask? Hey, I paid attention in chemistry! And besides, Adrian made sure I knew what something was before he hit me on the head with it. He just loves me so much) in his hand as he ran forward. With baited breath, we all watched as Stiles threw the Erlenmeyer flask with all his might towards the Alpha.

"Really?" I deadpanned.

The Alpha didn't even blink as he caught it. Though something told me he was not impressed whatsoever as he growled angrily at the peach fuzz haired boy.

"Oh, damn," Stiles remarked as I face palmed. You can always count on good, old Stiles. He just practically signed our death certificates! I swear I'll kill Stiles even if we survive this or not. Dead or alive, I will beat Stiles down. Don't you dare misinterpret the meaning of beat, or so help me!

Jumping at twin yelling to Allison, I turned to face him and saw him reaching for a bow and arrow. Even without him yelling Allison's name, I would have known that was not for me. I mean, come on, I can barely swing Byron and he's a damn broom. Who do I look like? Daryl Dixon? Katniss Everdeen? Uh no, booboo.

Scott tossed the arrow to Allison and I practically threw myself to the floor just to avoid being hit (it was nowhere near hitting me). She caught it swiftly and surely. She immediately got into position to shoot and aimed the arrow towards the Alpha. The Alpha picked up on what was happening and made to throw the bottle at her, but he was far too slow.

The arrow hit its target and as the bottle broke, it was engulfed in flames along with its keeper's arm. I'm sorry, are you reading this right? Did you understand what just went down? Yes, yes, I know the emotions are too much to handle, but dude. The motherfucking Alpha is on fire. Don't believe me? Well believe this honey, I am not Alicia Keys. I am Emily fucking McCall and I have spoken.

The Alpha growled wildly and swung his arm around frantically, trying to stop the flames but no avail. I guess this bitch never heard of stop, drop, and roll before.

Seeing something move from the corner of my eye, I turned and watched as Jackson ran forward and threw his bottle at the Alpha, hitting him dead on. The Alpha's whole body was engulfed in orange flames. His growls only increased in volume and quantity.

I could only stare in shock at the sight. I suddenly lost all my breath as the Alpha fell forward and turned his sights to Allison and me. I didn't know who he was going for, but all I knew was fuck this shit, I am not gonna be some burned puppy chow.

Since I was already on the floor, I moved back as quickly as I could (think crab walk). As I moved, I noticed Allison was now on the floor as well. Her bow and arrows were useless and she seemed to be in shock over the flame-engulfed, pissed off Alpha. Gee, I wonder why.

"No!" I heard Scott shout as soon as the Alpha turned to us. And just as the Alpha was going to lunge in our direction, twin sent a roundhouse kick to his body, luckily without catching the flames on his body. The Alpha practically flew back, away from us, and stumbled to the floor.

The forest floor caught fire as the Alpha slowly and clumsily tried to walk. Seemingly defeated, the Alpha fell to his knees with a loud thud. I heard a choked gasp and wondered who it was until I realized that it came from me. The reason behind this?

Well, the Alpha was no longer red eyes and fangs. No, it was Peter again and saying he looked gruesome was a definite understatement. His flesh was black and the smell was unbearable, nauseating even. His hair was now gone and his body was almost unrecognizable. The only part that didn't seem to be affected was his blue eyes. That suddenly looked brighter and more noticeable.

As he fell onto his back, I couldn't help but think how terrible it must be for him. To be burned again after surviving the Hale fire and being in a coma for six years. To recover only to face the same excruciating pain once again. To have to feel flames eat at your skin. I almost felt bad for him.

Almost.

I turned away from him and stared at my brother, who was crouched still. I looked at Allison, who was now standing and making her way to Scott. I glanced at Jackson and Stiles, who both stared in shock and almost relief that it was over. I really couldn't blame them. With the shit that just went down, how could I?

I went to look at twin only to turn my head quickly as if I saw something bad. Well, I guess I did. I mean it was sweet and all, but there will never be a day where I want to see my brother kissing. Even if it didn't get that intimate. Nope. I don't care. Yuck.

But you know I'm so happy for them…heh…yay.

Hearing movement from my left, I saw that Daddy Argent was finally up. Scoff. And he calls himself a hunter. This bitch was knocked out from the very beginning and took a nice nap until the very end, where there is no more action. Besides the lip lock action from Ally and twin, which he didn't seem like he exactly enjoyed. And I am so with him on that one.

But I mean, really? He was out from the very start and he's supposedly a scary hunter. I stayed awake from beginning to end (if you don't count where I blacked out and I don't, so you shouldn't or we're gonna have a conundrum) and I'm an emotional, slightly mental, dirty minded teenage girl. What bitch?

Following Daddy Argent's wandering eyes, I stopped on a figure making its way towards the scorched Peter. My heart stopped. Derek. And he did not look happy.

He slowly put both legs on either side of Peter and stood above him. No Emily, stop thinking. Don't go in that direction. It's not safe. Focus on the killer intent that seems to be going down.

Derek knelt down and this seemed to wake twin up from his love daze. He shot up quickly and shouted to Derek, "Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you."

I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was hesitating.

"Derek…If you do this, I'm dead." There was a pause and I'm sure we all held our breath. "Her father, her family what am I supposed to do?"

The silence dragged on and I took this time to stand slowly. Even as I stood, the silence didn't ease up and the tension was so thick that you could shank it. Cautiously, I approached twin. He glanced at me before quickly turning back to Derek, who hadn't moved from his place.

From where I stood next to Scott, I could hear a wheezy, raspy voice begin to mumble. I looked around and my stomach dropped when I realized it was Peter talking, or at least trying to talk. So to say I was a little stunned when Peter suddenly shouted (it was a guttural sound and it did not sound pretty whatsoever) would be putting it lightly. I didn't know what was more creepy… the words or his voice?

"I can smell it on you!"

And now, we're smelling things. Great.

But a second after Peter's voice quieted, Derek's clawed hand rose up in the air. I was suddenly breathless as I stared and heard Scott protest loudly, "Wait! No, no! Don't!"

Without hesitation, Derek's hand slashed Peter's throat.

I closed my eyes too late and by the time I reopened them, Derek was slowly standing. Once he stood, he turned his head painfully slow to twin. He glanced at me and we made eye contact. He had no emotion on his face, but it wasn't his usual expression. No. He seemed different. Still sexy, but different.

Then as quickly as he made eye contact, he looked away. He turned back to Scott and his green eyes turned red. Then in a low, deep voice (soft growl, perhaps?) filled with sex, he said, "I'm the Alpha now."

Holy. Fuck.

Can my night just end with that?

Please and thank you.

-X-

So pretty much after the shit hit the fan, we booked out of there. You know, cops and all. Allison and Daddy Argent went their way. Jackson…well someone had to take us home. He wasn't impressed, but I reminded his bitch ass that I wasn't impressed when he sold my brother out. He kept his mouth shut the entire drive home. I don't know why people think they can actually win against me.

Derek took care of Peter's body and kind of disappeared into his house. I suppose I wasn't too worried though because even when Stiles was watching me (he's been keeping a freakishly annoying eye on me and I have no friggin' clue why), I still saw glimpses of a leather jacket and a one of a kind, sexy ass.

So I knew he was around and intended to be for a while. I guess the whole make out session could wait to be talked about. I mean that'll guarantee that I always have something to talk about with him that's not werewolf related. Or it could also guarantee that he'll want another taste. Oh yeah.

Twin and Ally were together being disgustingly cute. Seriously if you thought they were bad before she knew about his hairy secret, you were sorely mistaken. They're absolutely horrendous now and I hate them. Just kidding! Or am I?

Like I said before, Stiles has been observing me very closely since the whole incident. I have no idea why though. He just kind of watches me, but I figure, that hey, it'll wear off. I mean it's Stiles for goodness sake. The boy jumps to a new thing like he changes underwear.

Oh maybe I should rephrase that considering when he was younger, he went through a phase where he did not change clothes for weeks. Yes, that included underwear. Oh that Stilinski.

And Lydia…well we are about to find out.

Stealthily, we snuck in Lydia's hospital room. Scott entered first and swiftly ducked lower to avoid being seen from the window. I followed next and crouched by twin. I looked at Stiles as he entered last.

He was already on the floor when Scott told him, "Shut the door." He kind of slid/threw himself to land by the door, where he began to shut it quietly. Only it was quietly. It was all kinds of loud and squeaky. And the one thought that flew through my mind was 'Only Stiles.'

As Stiles continued to close it, he and twin were making constipated faces. I only sat there in a crouch while shaking my head. Stiles still continued to close it slowly as if that would make it stop squeaking. It didn't.

Finally, after what seemed like minutes, Stiles closed the door and locked it. As he did that, he kind of threw himself dramatically against the door and looked at us. We gave him identical disbelieving faces and he kind of winced. He always hated when we did our twin thing. Said it was freaky and unnatural.

Scott and I then proceeded to say that he shouldn't describe his face like that. We got a bitch face, but the burn was so worth it. Not to mention, Scotty-doesn't-know assisted me and I felt like he really got me. Now that was a good day in second grade.

"What?" Stiles asked dumbly.

Scott shook his head and moved to where Lydia laid on the hospital bed. While I continued to look at Stiles before declaring, "You're an idiot."

He opened his mouth and closed in several times as if he didn't expect that. "Yeah well, you're a…bigger one!" Then he frowned at the lameness.

I only sighed with a slight smile, "Come on, lover boy."

We followed Scott's steps until we made it to her bed. She looked so different, not Lydia-like at all. She had no makeup and she looked pale. I mean Lydia was already kind of pale, almost porcelain, normally. But now she looked bad, real bad. And I haven't even seen her bite from Peter yet.

As we silently stood next to twin, he lifted her hospital gown where her bite mark was. It was bandaged, but looked like it needed to be redone because blood was seeping through a bit. Stiles looked away from it and I admit I looked down. I just was tired of seeing blood.

"Is it completely healed?" Stiles questioned with his gaze firmly away from the bite mark.

"No," Scott said, "Not at all."

I looked up quickly at Scott and said, "What you talking about, Willis?"

Stiles also looked at Scott and he gestured for us to look. We both did. I had to restrain myself from gagging. It was not pretty and for that reason, it shouldn't have been on Lydia. Lydia always had the pretty clothes, shoes, jewelry, and this didn't seem like it belonged on her. It didn't fit her one bit.

"I don't get it. The doctor said she'd be fine." Stiles said.

Scott replied, "Yeah, but the bite's not healing like it did with me." He paused as it occurred to him, "Which means… She's not a werewolf."

That's a relief, but…

"Then what the hell is she?" Stiles asked the million dollar question we all wanted to know. Though unfortunately, no one could answer. We all stood there in silence, just thinking of the possible answers and hoping that she would wake soon.

…

I couldn't take it anymore.

I piped up, "Alright, is it just me or is anyone questioning why we snuck in here so secretly when someone could just walk by and see us through the windows?"

They both face palmed at my thought, but stopped as thought about what I said. In unison, they turned to look at the windows then back to me. Stiles looked at the windows again and sucked air through his teeth. Making a pop with his lips, he said one word, "W-ow."

You're telling me.

-X-

"Yes mom, he's home. Where else would he be?" I told Mom as she asked about Scott's whereabouts. "…With Allison? Nope, he's here with his favorite sister… Yes I do realize, I'm his only sister. But I was counting Stiles. I mean they're not biological sisters, but still… How do I know I'm the favorite? Mom, I'm everyone's favorite… Yeah, yeah, go do your job… No ma'am, no ass kicking needed… Love you, deuces."

I switched back to my original call with Stiles. "I've returned."

"Your mom still wondering about Scott?" He asked.

Nodding even though he can't see me, I answered, "Yup. She thinks since he's a teenage boy and he has a girlfriend, they're gonna hop to it. Get it? Ha, because she thinks they'll be doing it like rabbits? Ha-ha, that's a knee-slapper!"

"I'm seriously wondering why they haven't locked you up yet."

I twirled in my chair until I was facing my door and replied, "I'm still wondering why Jackson let you drive his Porsche."

He groaned through the phone, "I told you. I just grabbed the keys and said I was driving."

"Yeah, but he could've easily taken them back and told you to screw off," I retorted then gushed, "Oh, I bet he likes how assertive you are. You two are the best. I ship Stileson all the way."

I spun again, but this time I was facing the window. I froze suddenly as I noticed that my once closed window was now open and someone stood in front of it. I faintly heard Stiles chewing me out, but it fell on deaf ears.

"Stiles, I'm gonna have to call you back," I said, but I was already moving my phone away from my ear. I could hear him being plain, old Stiles before I hung up the phone. I placed it on silence and set it on my dresser.

I didn't move, just continued to stare at the person in my room. A smile found its way to my face as my eyes stared into gorgeous green eyes. "Derek."

He only smirked and I was a goner.

I told you that the make out session would guarantee him coming back. Your only question is which reason did he come back for? To talk or to taste? We'll that's for me to know and you to imagine what you will. I will give you a hint though.

Our mouths were certainly busy…and well, there wasn't much talking.

Uh-huh, honey.

A/N: Please don't hate me. Doesn't this extra long (ha) chapter make up for almost three months of no update. Think of it as a gift for whatever you celebrate. Want to give me a gift? Yes, you do! Okay, what I want is reviews. Lots of them please. I will love you forever. Alright enough of this. Let's move on the real important stuff. How about the fact that I made this episode into one whole chapter? Or Emily's black out? I have big plans for that, but I'm also a bit skeptical about it... Let me know what you thought. Oh, also tell me if this chapter flowed okay because I'm extremely iffy about it. And I'm sorry for leaving it like that, but I've got to leave you wanting more.

Oh and let me just say, Season 1 is finally over and it only took me 2+ years! Can you say embarrassing? Eh, you all know I'm lazy. Anyways, Season 2 is now approaching and I am excited! Okay guys just curious, what would be your theme song for this story? Something that you can relate it to or every time you hear a certain song and you think of this story? Mine is Promises (Skrillex and Nero Remix). I have no idea why really. I just hear that song and I'm like 'Demily 4 Lyf'. So moving on, let me know what you all thought or didn't understand. I'll be happy to explain. Alright, so it's exactly 4 in the morning and I'm dead on my laptop. I love you. Emily loves you. Buh-bye.

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