Authors Notes:
I think this is my favourite chapter so far, it's kind of hectic and a lot of crazy stuff happens. There's some fight scenes that were intensely hard to write because I'm so bad at writing coherent action, but I worked very hard on perfecting them. This also happens to be the longest chapter I have so far as well. Go figure. But it's safe to say I think you'll all enjoy the ending to this chapter also ;)
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Chapter Sixteen: We're Off to Fight the Kanima
The night wasn't quiet, not at all. The sound of booming bases filled the air, the waft of sweaty bodies pressing up against one another as drinks spilt and inhibitions were lost. Neither Sam nor Avery would admit that they missed the idea of going to a rave –lizard Kanima's optional – like they had once done. Being normal, uhhh! What an impossible concept.
The plan was clear and it didn't allow for any rogue dancing. This venture was strictly tactical. Avery and Sam had acquired tickets thanks to Isaac's brutish ways, not that they were complaining. Once inside they'd meet up with Isaac, Erica and Scott. Scott had been given a heavy dose of Ketamine to inject Jackson with; all they had to do was get close enough. Then it was sleepy time for Jackson and interrogation time for them. Sam and Avery on the other hand were the back up plan. Avery had to become a wallflower, inconspicuous and in the background. Sam would be tagging along with the wolf pack and if anything went wrong, she had to be out of the way. This was a claw fight and her nails weren't up to scratch. From all their knowledge, Jackson's bite mutated because he had a dark past that he needed to resolve. If they could get him to acknowledge this and try to reconcile with it, they could save him without resorting to extensive amounts of violence. They just had to drug him and tie him up first.
Walking towards the rave, Avery couldn't help but smirk to herself. Erica had let her borrow something to wear and stepping out of jeans into a short skirt was a big change. She thought it was quite metaphorical. Shedding of old skin and all that crap. Plus, as superficial as it was, Avery always felt more comfortable with a bit of make-up on her face. She hated people staring at her scar. But with the clothing ensemble she was sporting tonight it was highly unlikely their eyes would be there. The skirt was quite beautiful on it's own, a kind of Aztec print that was very popular right now. Paired with a loose black halter-neck and some heeled sandals, the Kanima wouldn't be the only thing she'd be fighting off tonight.
Flanking the siblings was Derek and Boyd, Isaac and Erica were already inside. Their pokerfaces were on and they were in attack mode. Derek and Boyd would secure the perimeter to make sure Jackson couldn't harm anyone once the mountain ash had been laid. Nothing could go wrong tonight. All until Scott was suddenly rushing out of the warehouse to meet them, visibly concerned.
"The hunters are here." He exclaimed, jumping a flight of stairs to reach the four.
"What?" Derek's mouth dropped.
"Allison told her father it's Jackson. They're gonna screw everything up." Scott said, biting his lip. Derek had to bite the inside of his mouth to stop himself from saying something counter-productive, "I gave Isaac the Ketamine. He's in charge of taking Jackson down. We've gotta stop the Argents from stuffing up the plan."
"Stop them from getting in here." Sam turned to Derek, "Take Boyd and guard the entrance. Scott you go around the other side and keep watch. Avery and I will go through with the rest of the plan as before. If you need us you're gonna have to howl."
Before anyone could say anything, everyone had begun to go off to their reassigned posts, there was no time for arguement. They needed to be quick. Sam had hold of Avery's wrist and they went on inside, showing tickets at the door. But Avery was silently freaking out. Once they were inside only then did Sam realize his sister showing the first signs of a panic attack. Her breathing was racing in time with her heart, her eyes were flicking every which way and her thoughts were running rampant.
This couldn't be happening. Not here, not now. She knew that the hunters could have been around, but she'd been so sure they weren't in on this. She had convinced herself that she would only run into them when she was going to sabotage Derek's laundry. It was going to be comedic not dauntingly scary. She was going to taunt them about her secret lair with her werewolf minions. It would be all fun and games. Then they would ask how she's been coping with a werewolf brother and she'd tell them straight out what he really was. How she was his master and how she was going to ensure that he never hurt a living soul. They were going to think highly of her. They would pass the information onto her parents and soon enough they'd all be singing kumbaya together. They'd have thanksgiving together and Christmas and everyone would forget that there was anything bad that had happened between them. They'd be a family again, all grievances forgiven.
"AVERY!" Sam shouted grasped her shoulders and shaking her. She looked up at him, eyes half full of tears and shook her head.
"Right." he said assertively, "We're getting you out of here." he tugged on her arm and lead her from all the noise into one of the back rooms of the warehouse. There was nothing but a fold-out chair and some kind of industrial bench. Sam sat her down on the bench and got to his knees, grasping her hands in his.
"Avy." he moved one hand to brush hair out of her eyes, "Just breath. In and out. Steady." he calmed her. She copied him breathing steadily, in and out, heart still racing. The room around her was spinning, the flashes of light from outside were still passing through the doorway, but otherwise the room was dark. Her stomach was churning, threatening to come up. At the thought of throwing up, her short breath returned. Again Sam tried to comfort her but there was no getting through.
She was thinking about all the terrible things that could happen tonight, from vomiting to leaving here with someone dead. What if she was the dead one? What if the Kanima's master was someone they knew, hiding plainly under their noses? What if her parents already knew where they were and were ready to attack tonight? She was letting every insignificant thought into her head. But then, out of nowhere, it started to subside. Her normal breathing returned, her heart stopped feeling like it was going to explode, the nausea disappeared and finally the spinning stopped and she was able to focus on the worried face in front of her. Her brother was clutching at her tightly trying to make her calm. He must have done something because she seemed to be okay. He didn't know whether it was in what he said or maybe just by being at her side, but she was in the clear.
"You alright now?" he said softly, careful not to incite another attack. She nodded with confusion.
"I don't know what happened."
"I think you just had a panic attack." Sam moved to sit beside her.
"I was thinking about the hunters and then..." she shook her head back and forth.
"You freaked out."
"Yeah." she exhaled. Sam quickly stood to his feet, listening intently to something happening outside.
"Gunfire." he murmured. Avery looked up at him with worry.
"Look, everything's going to be alright." he comforted, "I need you to stay here and help me. You're going to be in here safe from all the hunters and I'll be out there taking down Jackson, okay? Isaac and Erica need our help."
"Go." Avery nodded and urged him towards the door, "I can do it."
xxxx
Sam was rushing, he was trying to find Isaac and Erica through the strobe lights and the fog-machine induced haze. It was no easy task, especially when every time he thought he caught the back of their heads they would turn around and he would discover it wasn't them. There were a lot of blonde haired girls out tonight.
As he pushed his way around, he couldn't help but feel guilt sinking in his stomach. He felt bad for leaving Avery back in that room after what had happened. On any other occasion he would have sat with her and probably talked it through with her, but tonight there were other priorities than his sister. He knew that she would remember it though. He didn't think she'd get overly work up about it, she was stronger than that, but she might be a little off put for the next couple of days. The last time she'd had a panic attack was when she was fifteen; five years ago. It seemed that she didn't work well under an abundance of life threatening scenarios, one after the other. He wasn't particularly doing to flash himself, but he would never let it show. He had to stay objective and emotionless. Otherwise this plan tonight and any future plan could be screwed up. He owed it to Derek and the pack to get this right, it was one step on a very long road to getting Derek to trust him again. While it was a childish thought, he wanted his old friend back. Whether that was physically and emotionally possible was another concept all together.
In the midst of all his mind's rambling, his eyes focused in on the right pair. Erica and Isaac had found Jackson and were moving in. Erica stepped forward first, attaching herself to Jackson's collar and beginning to dance up close to him. It was heated and somewhat erotic as Isaac joined in. The three stood twisting between once another, Erica in the middle of the supernatural sandwich. The beat had almost mesmerised Jackson. Isaac began to pull out the syringe and was careful not to arouse suspicion on Jackson's part, but the Kanima was far too agile for that. His nails quickly stuck into the side of Erica and then Isaac, sending them falling back in pain. In the flurry, Isaac dropped the syringe and grabbed his torso. You could see his balance go off and his eyes practically cross like in a slap-stick cartoon. Jackson was on the move again, menacing gaze locked onto the girl behind the DJ booth. By the time Isaac had gained composure again he had lost sight of where the syringe was. It was Sam's time to move in.
He quickly parted himself through the crowd and reached down to pick up the syringe, as Jackson caught sight of him. But it was too late, as Sam swiftly jabbed it into his neck and emptied the bottle. Jackson tried to fight back but there was no strength in him to even attempt a slap. Sam caught him as Isaac came up on his side and they began to drag Jackson's lizard ass outta the joint.
They pulled him into one of the separate rooms on the other side of the complex that was simply made from a shipping container. Talk about low-budget. There was a seat in the corner that they dropped Jackson into as Erica followed, shutting the door behind her.
"You two alright?" Sam turned to them once he made sure that Jackson was completely out. Isaac groaned a little and looked at the claw marks on the side of his shirt. There was no blood, but the shirt was ruined. Sam went to inspect it when the door opened, startling everyone.
"Hey… hey… it's just me." Said an unfamiliar boy, the other two seemed to know who he was.
"Who's this?" Sam pointed threateningly.
"It's Stiles." Erica moved in between the two as the referee, "He's with us, well Scott actually, but he's a good guy."
"Yep, good guy all round." Stiles smiled awkwardly. Stiles must have known that Sam was a Kanima too, because he didn't seem eager to start an argument. Sam nodded him off and slunk into a corner of the room, folding his arms and keeping an eye on Jackson.
"He okay?" Stiles asked openly, also inspecting Jackson.
"Well, let's find out." Isaac stepped forward and let his claws show. He was about to slice at Jackson, when his attack was caught mid-air. Jackson, who mind you was supposed to be unconscious, started to twist Isaac's wrist until there was a sharp cracking sound. Sam jumped forward and ripped Jackson from him as Isaac's face contorted with unspeakable pain. He kind of stood there gaping at his hand, waiting for it to heal and trying not to cry.
"Okay, no one does anything like that again." Stiles said loudly, Erica was nodding in agreement wildly behind him.
"I thought the Ketamine was supposed to put him out." Isaac managed to get out, letting out a heavy sigh as the pain somewhat subsided in his hand.
"Well apparently this is all we're going to get. Just keep a two meter distance from him and we should all be fine." Sam patted Isaac on the shoulder.
"Let's just hope that whoever is controlling him showed up to the party." Stiles said sarcastically.
As if in response, Jackson's eyes opened wide and he stared at them with the intense glare that Scott had described a couple of days ago. He was right, there was no way in hell you could miss the creep factor evident across Jackson's face. That would be something his master might want to nip in the butt if they were trying to remain inconspicuous with the mass murder and all. Just an observation…
"I'm here." Jackson said in awfully demonic voice, "I'm right here with you."
"Jackon is that you?" Stiles moved a bit closer, but not in grabbing distance.
"Us." Jackson stated with the same voice, "We're all here."
"Are you the one killing people?" Stiles glanced back at the other three in confusion.
"We're the ones killing murderers."
"So all the people you killed so far –?"
"Deserved it."
"See we've got a little rule book, that says you only go after murderers." Stiles shrugged casually, trying to look like this Jackson kid's antics were not freaking him out.
"Anything can break if enough pressure is applied." Jackson responded, with an almost gleeful smile.
"Right? So the people you're killing are all murderers, huh?"
"All. Each. Every. One." Jackson said skipping certain words, but his point was very direct.
"Well who did they murder?" Sam moved close behind Stiles.
"Me." Jackson's words hung in the air.
"Wait, what? What do you mean?" Stiles got to his feet and shook his head.
"They murdered me." His eyes changed from their blue colour to an eerie mix of red and yellow, "They murdered me."
"Okay, more Ketamine. The man needs Ketamine!" Stiles jumped and flailed his arms about.
"I don't have anymore…" Isaac said holding up the empty bottle.
"You used the whole bottle?" Stiles half grimaced and shouted.
"Technically he did." Isaac glanced at Sam. Stiles snatched the bottle from Isaac's hand and went to say something as Erica tapped him on the shoulder. Jackson's face, neck and hands had morphed into the scaly form of the Kanima. This was something new. Sam had known that Jackson's Kanima form was mutated and lizard-like, but he didn't really understand until he watched what was happening right now. Jackson let out a blood-curdling roar that resembled that of a pterodactyl.
"Okay…" Stiles' face went white.
"Everyone get out." Sam pushed at the three, who in turned pushed one another to get out of the room. Sam slammed the door closed after them and sized up his competitor. When he had looked back, Jackson had fully shifted. He was exactly as Derek described. Thick build and scaly, with a long tail and clear claws that were covered in venom. He was a little bit terrifying, but nothing that Sam couldn't handle. His eyes locked onto Jackson's, as Jackson cocked his head. Sam could feel himself changing. He could feel the fur pressing up against his clothes, his own claws coming out to play and his teeth growing long and sharp. When he knew his shifting was finished he mimicked Jackson and roared back, louder and more ferocious. This fight was going to be interesting.
The lizard jumped forward, moving swiftly, trying to get at Sam's neck. It attempted to circle around Sam but he swiped at it. He cut at its face, arm and torso but it only proceeded to heal. Every time it tried to fight back, Sam was one step ahead anticipating. It looked that finally Jackson was about to give up, making a dash to break through the wall, when Sam pulled on its tail. He threw it into the other side of the container which only heightened its rage. It shrieked again and leapt at Sam, this time not bothering with the claws. Its teeth launched straight into his neck threatening to tear it apart. Sam felt like screaming as the tiny but deadly fangs dug in. He dug his claws deep into Jackson's chest and threw him off. He took a moment too long to get to his feet, so Jackson burst through the side of the room like he originally intended. It was pleased to be free until Sam leapt after it again, pinning it to the ground. He could have held him there indefinitely too, he had the strength and was in the perfect position to keep this Kanima down. Isaac, Erica and Stiles were watching on by the door, their faces turning to ones of delight to ones of terror. Sam wasn't sure exactly why. He looked back down at Jackson, who hadn't moved, but it wasn't Jackson they were concerned about. It was him.
The spots and the fur were slowly receding. He could feel himself becoming weaker. His claws disappeared and his pinky flesh returned. What was going on? It must have been Avery, what was she doing?
Jackson saw his chance and wrestled at his captor. Sam had nor the strength or the focus to keep him down. Like a drunk riding a mechanic bull, he was thrown about. Sam was just trying to hold on, thinking that maybe it would be enough and it might have been... Until Jackson's arm flung about and cut the back of Sam's neck. He felt the paralysis instantly and tensed. Jackson threw him far away and ran off back into the dance, to his next target.
Sam was pretty much useless.
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Avery had been seated ever since Sam had left. She was trying her hardest to pay attention to when he needed her. That was her job that she needed to stick to. She didn't have time to mope and worry about the hunters. Sure, it was something that was playing on the back of her mind, but it was certainly not one of her top priorities.
She was trying to ignore the fact that, moments ago, she had had a full-blown panic attack. Her. This wouldn't go down well later on. She could imagine Derek's face if he found out. He wouldn't laugh, he wasn't that cruel, but he would judge her. He would look down on her like she was weak and she wasn't. She wasn't afraid to fight the Argents, she was just afraid of repercussions. She was afraid that if Derek's pack found out, that she somehow wouldn't be fit to teach them how to fight. That she'd be useless.
Panic attacks weren't something new to her. She'd had many as a teenager, all about the same thing. Wolves. She had always remembered the glowing eyes and white fangs that had been responsible for attacking her many years before. No matter how much training she took, no matter how hard her exterior seemed, that afternoon had always reminded her of how fragile she was without a wolfsbane-laced gun. Her panic attacks had practically gone away when Brian had bought Avery her first gun at age fifteen. All but gone away, until tonight, when she had no gun on her. Why she didn't bring a gun was beyond her, Derek had insisted that the gun was pointless against Jackson but she could think of other people she'd like to use it on.
Oddly though, she felt empowered. She felt determined not to let the attack get the better of her. She refused to turn into the broken mess that she had been as an early teenager. She was stronger than that now. Tonight she would be brave.
She knew whenever Sam needed her help, it was like someone had a string attached to her finger and pulled on it every now and again. To shift him back and forth all she had to do was think and then the tugging on her finger would stop.
Avery was concentrating, when she heard footsteps and a dragging sound coming from the outside of the container turned makeshift back room. There were no lights on in here, so she wasn't surprised that someone thought it was empty. She stood up to tell the person the room was taken, as they fumbled with the handle, only to recognise the face. With shock, she jumped into one of the darkened corners of the room. Her hand was covering her mouth, stopping the sound of her breathing escaping. There, done up to the nine, was Victoria Argent dragging an unconscious body behind her. She struggled in, throwing the body onto the industrial bench. Not only did Avery recognise Victoria, but she recognised the body she was carrying. It was Scott!
Victoria pulled from her blazer pocket a cylindrical device and placed it beside Scott's head and then proceeded to search around the room for a light switch. Avery's eyes had already adjusted to the dark so she silently moved around Victoria and did the honors herself. Victoria's beady eyes shot up and meet Avery's figure, who was standing by the switch.
"Looking for this?" Avery asked.
"Well, well, well." Victoria stood tall, "Look who it is. What brings you to Beacon Hills?" she asked, full well knowing the answer.
"I think you know."
"It wouldn't have anything to do with your brother would it?" Victoria cocked her head.
"It might." Avery responded, fighting away the nerves that loomed to destroy her. She would not back down from this. If she couldn't have her laundry interrogation then this would have to do and she was going to make it an encounter to remember.
"I had hoped you would have done the smart thing and planted a bullet between his eyes, your mother always talked you up. I bet my daughter could have done it."
"Who? Allison?" Avery scoffed, "She's couldn't hurt a fly without feeling remorse. How do you think she could murder a family member?"
"It's not murder." Victoria said sternly. Andrea and Victoria had always been so similar, you could have mistaken them for sisters if you didn't know any better, "We have a code—,"
"Don't lecture me on the code. Not when I heard through the grape vine your family's been going around chopping innocent omega's in half."
"Did Scotty here tell you that?" Victoria's brow peaked in interest. Avery shifted her glance down to the waking Scott, hoping she was buying him some time.
"No, no. It wasn't Scott, was it? Oh this is just too good!" she cackled to herself, "It's Derek isn't it. You and Sam are hiding out with Derek. His former best buddy." she reached into her pocket and drew something forth. It was a glass vial filled with a clear liquid.
"You know, it's such a shame to see talent like yours go down the drain." Victoria taunted, leaning forward to place the item in the cylinder. Stroking Scott's hair as she stood straight again.
"Leave him alone." Avery shouted, stepping forward defensively. Victoria, suddenly drew another item that was hidden and threw it towards Avery. It whizzed through the air and barely missed her, hitting the wall behind her. She turned around for a split second to see what it was, when Victoria leapt forward to attack. Lodged in the wall was a dagger. A dagger! Victoria grabbed at Avery's shoulders and threw her back onto the handle of the knife, it hit her shoulder and stung. Like being hit with a tiny bat with a lot of force. It would bruise if she got out of this fight alive. Avery rolled out of Victoria's grasp and when her attacker came near her again she let loose a powerful kick. Only it was caught and her leg twisted, as Victoria threw her to the ground.
"You should know better than to get into a cage with an angry bear." Victoria shouted, jumping on top of Avery and thrashing her head into the ground. Avery managed to work her hands up to grab Victoria's and pulled it forward to bite down. Victoria yelped and let go, allowing Avery to push her off and get back to her feet. Victoria copied her.
"Not bad." Victoria cracked her knuckles, "A little desperate though, I tend to leave the biting to the children."
"Well it worked." Avery stated as her eyes glanced over at the knife stuck in the wall. Victoria noticed this and smiled. Avery would have grabbed it, but a better opportunity presented itself. Scott had coughed, gasping for breath as the machine Victoria had placed a vial in spurted wolfsbane. It made the room smell lovely to the women, but deadly to Scott. Instead of fighting herself a perfectly good knife, Avery ran to the other side of the room and smashed the vial in the vaporiser. When she turned back, Victoria was almost on her.
"You little bitch." Victoria grit her teeth and swiped with the dagger. Avery caught her wrist and tried to pry it away, but it was no use. Victoria had a death grip on it and was turning it back onto Avery. Avery could see Scott coming too, still slightly woozy from the effects of the vaporised wolfsbane.
"Scott! Get out of here!" she shouted, nudging him with her foot. Victoria grimaced as she gained full control of the knife and ripped it from Avery's hands. Avery spun back to face Victoria as she sliced at her arm. She yelped and grabbed onto it as Victoria then brought the dagger down into Avery's upper thigh. This time she let more than a yelp out; it was a full-blown scream. She stumbled back in pain, crashing to the ground as the pain in her leg throbbed. Wounds she could take, she could fight back the pain, but there was something else on that knife. Avery was trying to drag herself away from Victoria, trying not to let the pain show. But this was something she couldn't fight.
"You know, I really love how versatile wolfsbane is. Some forms are even dangerous to humans." she sneered, sitting down on the fold-out chair, next to Scott.
"You're insane." Avery bit on her lip, as her arm began to throb as well.
"Oh don't worry, there wasn't enough on the dagger to kill you. Just put you in hospital for a week or so." Victoria hushed the young hunter, "As much as I disregard the code, we don't kill our own. Unless, of course, they end up like Sam. But you might want to watch the blood loss, that could kill you."
A thick sweat was starting to cover Avery's forehead, her breathing was laboured as her leg and arm began to pain her more. She kept shouting out as the air reached her wound, like the dagger was being pulled in and out a hundred times over. Victoria only rolled her eyes and pulled out another vial from her jacket.
"I always prided myself in having back up plans." she placed it back into the vaporizer, "Never hurts to have spares."
Victoria turned her attention now to Scott who was gasping and coughing, as the wolfsbane filled the room again.
"It's going to look like an accident. Like you had an asthma attack and you couldn't get to your inhaler in time. Your school records show you have a pretty severe case of asthma."
"Stop!" he pleaded, his eyes glowing yellow and his sharp fangs appearing not of his own accord.
"Looks like it's working!" Victoria smiled as Scott's nails scratched back on the bench.
"Turn it off Victoria!" Avery spluttered out, trying to use the wall to stand up. Victoria got to her feet with a huff and pushed Avery back onto the ground. She dug the knife back into Avery's leg, and pulled the girl's face near her own. Avery scream out again and Scott tried to tell Victoria to stop as well, neither of them achieving anything.
"Keep it quiet." Victoria said close to Avery's face, "Don't tempt me to kill you."
Scott groaned and nearly lifted his body up as Victoria turned back and kicked him square in the gut. He went toppling over.
"Alpha, beta, but what are you Scott?" Victoria stood over him, "Omega. Don't you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack? I've heard the cry of an omega it's a miserable sound. The howl of a lone wolf."
"I'm not alone." Scott said in a barely audible strain, pushing up with his hands.
"What?" Victoria asked, not catching what he said, "What is it?"
"I'm not... alone!" he said with more confidence and strength behind his words. Then he let go an ear piercing howl loose as a last act of desperation, falling to the ground afterwards.
xxxx
Outside Stiles came running to meet Derek on the boundaries of the black line. Isaac and Erica were behind him, with a beaten up Sam slumped over their shoulders.
"Urhmm... we kind of lost Jackson inside but—." Stiles stopped upon noticing Isaac, Sam and Erica couldn't cross the Mountain Ash, "Oh my god it's working! Yes!" he exclaimed with pure joy. Derek and the others didn't look as pleased.
"What happened?" Derek commanded.
"I tried to fight him off, but halfway through I just shifted back. He scratched me on the neck and I couldn't fight back." Sam said as Erica gave his full weight to Isaac, "I need to find Avery."
As Sam spoke all of them –bar Stiles – could hear a scream from inside the warehouse. Sam tried to stand up to move back inside, but his knees buckled and he fell onto the railing. Derek's face changed from one of anger to one of concern.
"Break the line." Derek told Stiles.
"Wait, what's going on?" Stiles asked as there was another howl.
"Scott..." Derek muttered, "Stiles break it now! Scott and Avery are dying in there!"
"How do you—?"
"I just do. Stiles, just break it!" Derek screamed and without delay Stiles got to the ground and broke the line. Derek ran straight past him and grabbed Isaac by the collar, dragging him behind.
They ran through the warehouse, past the masses of people. They had to find them. They tore past the crowd, but Isaac got separated from his Alpha as Derek made his way towards the back rooms. He smashed the door open, to the room he heard the cries from, and entered ready to attack. Before he could be of use, he was overtaken by the wolfsbane in the air. Disoriented for a second, it gave the chance for a hiding Victoria Argent to pounce from the shadows. She dug her knife into Derek's shoulder, who roared and ripped her off of him. She fought back until he dug his teeth into her shoulder. She yelped and pushed away from him. Derek was going to fight her again but she disappeared, clutching her shoulder.
Derek shook off where the dagger had gone in as he surveyed the room. In front of him was a dying Scott, still choking on the air. Then holed up in the corner was Avery. She didn't look in good shape at all. Isaac finally made it in and did the same gloss over as Derek.
"Take Scott." he pointed holding his breath, careful not to breathe in too much of the wolfsbane. Isaac nodded and slung Scott's body over his shoulder. Derek moved over to help Avery. He knelt and inspected the huge gash in her leg.
"Derek?" she said, half-conscious. He touched the skin around her leg and she winced, "I never thought I'd be so happy to see your gorgeous face."
"Let's get you out of here." he smiled apologetically as he lifted her, knowing it would hurt. She flinched again as he wrapped her arm around his neck and held her legs in his arms. She held him tightly, shutting her eyes and trying to make the pain go away. She could see the pounding of lights, even with her eyes closed and the sound was louder than ever. Derek was moving quickly and finally she felt herself cleared from the humid rave. The cool night air touched her skin and she couldn't help but feel relieved. She was dropping in and out of consciousness. People were fussing over her. Talking about blood loss. Then she was in the back of a car and then there was black. One thing was for sure; her first encounter with a hunter in this town would certainly be memorable.