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Chapter 12

"He's not picking up," Scott said. He swallowed hard trying to keep his panic at bay.

Stiles was nowhere to be found. His jeep was still here in the parking lot, so he didn't leave that way.

"Melanie isn't answering either," Isaac said.

"She's probably passed out drunk at home. Stiles's jeep is still here," Scott stated, dialing Stiles again.

It went straight to his voicemail. Scott hung up, sighing.

"Maybe he is still inside," Allison suggested.

"Maybe," Scott looked around outside. Among the mixture of beer, he could smell his friend faintly. Alcohol was more present. There was distinct, yet disturbing smell to Stiles. "Let's go check."

Isaac remained outside as the two went inside to search the house. Drake passed them as he came out onto the porch.

"Hey."

Isaac turned his head, not moving from his spot. He could smell Melanie all over him. Drake had his arms crossed over his chest as he glared hatefully at him. The most he could muster was a roll of the eyes. Drake looked like he wasn't moving any time soon.

"Where's Melanie?" he asked harshly.

Isaac didn't reply. He stared back out at the parking lot. He didn't like that Drake was trying to weasel his way in. Isaac clenched his fist tightly, thinking about earlier. Drake knew nothing about her. If he really knew then he would run in the other direction. But, the way she looked at Drake earlier tonight, lustful and yearning; she should've looked at him that way not the frat boy.

Isaac growled inwardly at himself. His eyes illuminated fuchsia and faded quickly as he looked down at the lawn.

"I'm talking to you!" Drake exclaimed, stepping closer. The hostile proximity Drake gave off only evoked a challenge in Isaac. He couldn't explain it. Drake pissed him off. Why did he need to know about her whereabouts anyway? He could go grab another girl inside and forget about her.

"I don't know where she is!" Isaac exclaimed, biting back the animal inside.

Drake didn't reply right away. Isaac reveled in his silence with a smirk.

"Whatever is going on with you and her, figure it out," Drake said. "You can't keep doing whatever you're doing and expect her to not retaliate. By the looks of it, she already did."

"What the hell do you know," Isaac snapped, his eyebrows knitting together in frustration. This idiot was close to getting beaten. Drake knew nothing about him. Why the hell did this bleach blonde think he had the right to give him any advice?

"I caught the way you were looking at her tonight. It's why I took her away. You're hurting her," Drake said softly.

Screw you. That's what Isaac wanted to say. Those words never made it across his lips. Maybe he was stringing her along, but it wasn't like that. It was for her protection. That's all. Nothing more. Nothing less. It couldn't be more. He loved Allison. She was a gift with how understanding she was about the nightmares.

Dad wasn't as gone as he hoped. For the last few months since he died, he'd been there in the deepest, darkest crevices of his nightmares.

There wasn't any way he'd felt anything close to that for Melanie. He didn't feel that way towards her. She was a problem. She didn't care about anybody and she was annoyingly stubborn. There was no reason to be interested in her. She was always pushing her glasses up her nose and glaring.

"Stiles isn't inside. Lydia and Danny haven't seen him either," Scott said.

Both young men looked at him. He stared between the two. Isaac spoke before he could dissect the situation between him and Drake. He had enough problems. This was one that Isaac didn't want Scott to deal with because it wasn't a problem. Drake was drunk and imagining things. Telling himself that was enough for now.

"What do you suggest we do, look around?" he asked.

"Heeeeeeeey," a girl coming out of the house slurred. A guy held her up by the waist. She wobbled in her three inch heels. "Have you seen that boy? He came with you guys, right? He was so adorable!"

Isaac rolled his eyes and looked back over the porch.

"What boy?" Allison inquired.

"I don't know!" the girl screeched, pointing her empty cup at her.

"Sorry," the guy holding her up mumbled with a sympathetic smile.

"He was cute! Then he went away," the girl frowned.

"Do you know what she's talking about?" Allison turned to the guy.

"I don't know. She could mean the guy who left in this van. It looked like some pledging ceremony."

"Van?" Scott said, his eyes bugging out.

"Yeah, they just snatched him." She grabbed at the air.

"Oh god," Scott breathed.

"I'm going to get Lydia and Danny," Allison said and disappeared into the house.

"Thanks," Scott said to the guy holding the drunken girl. They walked down the porch steps.

"Do you have any idea who might've taken Stiles?" Isaac asked.

"No. I thought it might've been some pledge thing, but with those looks on your faces, I'm guessing not. I'm sorry." The guy shook his head sadly and left. Flashes of the victims found tied to a tree passed over his mind's eye. He shivered at the thought of Stiles being the next victim.

"Why would anyone have taken him? It makes no sense. He's…Stiles," Isaac said confused.

Scott pulled out his phone, making his way down the porch steps. Isaac followed, hot on his heels. Whoever took Stiles could take Melanie, Allison or anybody else. Why would anybody kidnap Stiles? He was the least threatening.

"Get a hold of Derek and Melanie. I'm calling the Sheriff. The party's over," Scott said.

The morning sun blinded Lydia. Sitting up, the other side of her bed was empty. Aiden was gone, but he left his body imprint behind in the sheets. Last night had been so real. He took her home after Allison, Scott, Danny and Isaac took off. Aiden had offered to take her. If she hadn't taken him up on it he would've gotten suspicious. Scott didn't like it at all. He tried to get her out of it, but was unsuccessful. Looking around groggily, she saw her sheer curtains flowing. The window was open.

Aiden eased her mind, telling her that Stiles was probably just being Stiles. Nobody was ever completely sure what that entailed. Stiles was naturally unpredictable. But, it made her feel better because that meant that Stiles could've wandered off and gotten lost or gotten picked up by other drunken frat boys or kidnapped by a pretty senior woman who's majoring in psychology. Aiden didn't let her mind wander. He made her feel sane. These days that was rare.

Aiden soothed her. There was no sex, just sleep. The way he held her was so caring. She almost forgot what he was. An alpha. That made everything from last night fake. He was here for her friends not her.

"Honey, are you up?" came a call from outside her door.

"Yes, mom," Lydia called before her mom opened her bedroom door. "I'll be down when I'm ready."

Lydia stretched her arms as she stood. Fifteen minutes in the bathroom then five in front of her vanity and she was ready for the day. The key was to look confident. It didn't matter if she felt it. She had to be strong for her friends so that they didn't lose their shit. She was still trying to adjust to this whole thing—a banshee. That's what Stiles had said. That's what all of her strangeness was about. How she knew about the deaths before they happened.

Mom had laid out toast and scrambled eggs on the dining room table. Lydia had a few bites. Her mom tried to make light conversation, but she couldn't focus. When Allison sounded the horn outside like she did every morning, a tightening in her stomach released itself and she let out a long breath.

"I have to go," she said then darted off. The front door clicked softly behind her and she made her way down the walkway hastily.

"There's no sign of Stiles. His dad said he never came home last night. Melanie is missing too," Allison said as Lydia got in the car.

"Who cares about Melanie? Maybe she finally left town," Lydia said.

"Her car was found outside the cemetery so that's unlikely," Allison said.

"Huh," Lydia said, pondering.

"What?"

"I'm just wondering if it's too much to hope that something ate her."

"Lydia!?" Allison exclaimed, bursting with laughter.

Lydia flexed her eyebrows with a careless shrug as they pulled into the school.

Finding a parking spot, they saw Scott and Isaac walking into school. Both had deep concern pressed into the lines on their foreheads as they talked. Allison and Lydia followed them inside, trying to join the conversation. It seemed to be about their werewolf going-ons.

"Derek says he's going to search for her," Isaac said.

"I don't think this is in the same realm as the sacrifices."

"We're calling them sacrifices?"

"Stiles is. All of the marks on each of the bodies are the same," Scott replied.

He looked back over his shoulder and met Allison's soft and curious eyes. She and Lydia stood at her locker. Lydia was going on about Aiden. She was attached to him even though it would kill her to say so.

He pried his eyes away from the daze he felt into that was Allison. He couldn't help it from time to time. This time she had gotten sucked in too.

"We'll talk more at lunch. If I'm late to class Harris will give me detention. We all know the pleasure he gets out of that," Scott said.

"Oh yeah," Isaac said in agreement, drawling it out with disdain.

Mr. Harris didn't show up for class and the substitute that came in for him went over the chapter that was covered last week. Danny didn't show up today either. He had never missed a day of school. Not even when he was contagiously sick.

"Maybe he had a doctor's appointment. I'm sure there's a good reason," Allison said, sitting across from him at the lunch table.

"No, Danny doesn't miss school. It's like it's built in him to be at school. He's competing with me on grade point average." Lydia said. "And, the twins aren't here either, or didn't you guys notice?"

Isaac looked down at his tray. His stomach twisted and churned. He felt like he was going to puke. His head throbbed painfully and it was spreading in a mind numbing pulsing everywhere. He clenched his fists trying to put it all out. Feeling his nails elongate, he looked down at them. They pierced through his palm, but he barely felt it. It was the full moon. It had to be. The moon would be full in two days.

"We have to find them," Isaac said quietly. "The moon will be full soon."

Sighing, he stood and left the lunch table not having eaten a thing from his tray. Scott glanced at Allison who wanted to follow, but remained seated uncomfortably. She had that worried look again. She'd been getting it more and more.

Scott went to work directly after school. With two of his friends missing maybe Deaton would know something that would keep others from getting kidnapped. He'd helped a lot in the past. When Jackson had turned into the kanima he knew what to do. He helped save his life before Peter could take it away. He was also helping Derek look for Erica and Boyd.

"Are you okay Scott?" Deaton asked as Scott was filling up the dog bowls with dog food.

Scott scratched behind a pug's ear as it loped up beside him to its bowl, its tongue lolling. Those kind of dogs were always funny. They're so happy and goofy. And, kind of stupid.

The pug grunted and dug its face into the bowl.

"Stiles and Melanie are missing," Scott said. He lightly scoffed at how his own voice sounded so emotionless. But, how was he supposed to feel? People were missing and he didn't know how to stop it or if they were alive.

He left the dog and filled the remaining bowls. After putting the dog food away, he made his way to exam room one. Deaton was checking stock in the cabinets and scribbled across the clipboard that sat on the counter in front of him.

"They haven't come up anywhere?" Deaton asked.

"No," Scott replied. "I think Danny was taken as well."

Deaton turned with a skeptical look. He knew something, but wasn't sure.

"Why would Danny be missing?" Deaton's eyebrows knitted together with confusion. Stiles and Melanie sure. They were involved in this kind of business. Melanie more than Stiles or so he heard from Scott, and he'd heard a lot about her. He looked forward to meeting her eventually.

"I don't—" Hotel California by The Eagles started playing from Scott's pocket. He pulled out his phone. "Sorry," he mumbled before answering it. It was Isaac.

"Scott, Allison and Lydia are gone."

"What?"

"They're gone! I'm at their car. The doors are open and there's blood on the ground." Isaac's voice trembled.

Scott looked up at his boss as he began to shake. They were disappearing quickly. Who was next?

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