"Maddie," I heard someone whisper. I groaned, rolling over. Then someone started shaking me. I took in a deep breath and opened my eyes.
"Allison, do you know what time it is?" I asked sleepy, rubbing my eyes.
"Yes," she answered. "I heard something downstairs."
"Then go check it out."
"Come with me," she pleaded.
I sighed, throwing the blanket off my body. Shivering when the cold air hit my bare legs. I instantly regretted wearing my pyjama shorts.
I got off my bed and followed Allison out of my room. Just as we reached the top of the stairs, we found dad heading to the front door.
"What's going on?" Allison asked.
Dad spun around, looking up at us. "Your Aunt Kate just texted. I'm heading out to pick her up." My eyes widened. I never wanted to see her again, although where ever we go she follows.
"It's two in the morning. Is everything okay?" She asked.
"Yeah, yeah. She's just having a little car trouble."
"Not serious, is it?"
"No, just a flat tire. Go back to bed, you two."
I sighed, rubbing my eyes again before walking back into my room.
I finished tying my hair up in a ponytail, then ran downstairs into the kitchen.
"Morning Mum, Dad," I said, completely ignoring Kate's presence.
"Morning, sweetie," I heard Dad's voice as I opened the the fridge and poured myself an orange juice. I grimaced at the taste, that and toothpaste does not go well together.
After I finished the drink, I picked off some green grapes from the fruit bowl and popped them in my mouth.
I grabbed my small bag from my locker just as the school bell rang, I turned around and saw Derek, his back facing me. "Are you okay?" I asked, reaching out to him.
It must of startled him because he pushed me up against the closest wall, he realised it was me and let go. "Where's Scott?" He managed to get out.
"Follow me," I mumbled, grabbing onto his wrist, pulling him along. There were droplets of blood now on my hands. I pushed open one of the double doors and scanned the area. "There's Stiles?" I suggested.
"Whatever," he said as I rolled my eyes.
Derek stumbled along the way to Stiles. He fell on the ground, I tried to pick him up he was too heavy, then I notice Stiles' jeep in front of us. Scott runs over and asks Derek what is he doing.
"I was shot," the older werewolf whispered.
"He's not looking so good, dude," Stiles commented.
"Why aren't you healing?"
"I can't," Derek panted, "It was a different kind of bullet."
"A silver bullet?" Stiles asked, sounding excited.
"No, you idiot."
"Wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours." Who?
"What? Who said 48 hours?"
"The one who shot you," Scott said.
Suddenly Derek's eyes flashed electric blue
"What are you going? Stop that."
"That's what I'm trying to tell you, I can't."
"Derek, get up." Scott looked up to Stiles, "Help me get him in your car."
I quickly got in the jeep, then Scott help Derek in.
"I need you to find out what kind out bullet they used," Derek said.
"How am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked.
"Because she's an Argent. She's with them."
"Why should I help you?"
"Because you need me."
Fine. I'll try." Stiles hopped in the jeep. "Hey, get him out of here..
"I hate you so much for this."
I leaned over Stiles's seat, reading the message from Scott. He hadn't found the bullet yet.
"Try not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."
"Almost where?" Derek asked once he got his jacket off.
"Your house."
"What? No, you can't take me there."
"I can't take you to your own house?"
"No when I can't protect myself."
Stiles suddenly pulled over to the side of the road.
"What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" I looked over to Derek.
"Not yet. I have a last resort."
"What do you mean? What last resort?"
I rolled my eyes, touched Derek's wrist. "Can I see?" He looked me in the eyes and nodded. I gently grabbed the sleeve of his shirt and started to pull it up, above the wound.
"Oh my god! What is that?" Stiles yelled. "Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out."
"Start the car. Now."
"I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead."
I sighed, rubbing my head.
"Star the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out...with my teeth," Derek threatened.
My eyes went back in forth between Derek and Stiles, before Stiles gave up and started the car.
Earlier Scott called, saying he couldn't find one particular bullet out of many, then he told Stiles to drive to the animal clinic. How ironic?
We arrived at the destination and got out. I help Derek inside from the back door, then he landed on a sack of cat food.
"Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?" Stiles questioned.
"It's a rare form of wolfsbane," Derek and I said in an unison. He added, "He has to bring me the bullet."
"Why?"
"Because I'm going to die without it."
"Okay, I'm gonna see if Scott's coming," Stiles rushed out, then turned to me, "Keep an eye on him." I nodded and he left.
I took in a deep breath and put my hand on the side of Derek's wound, before I got to do anything else, I felt his hand roughly grab my wrist.
Looking up, I saw Derek fully shifted, growling quietly.
"Derek?" I asked unsteadily, sliding my hand out of his grip and standing up. I started walking backwards slowly.
He stood up as well, advancing towards me. Suddenly his hand shot out and grabbed a hold of my throat, slamming my body into the wall, hard.
I gasped for the air that I wasn't getting. With one arm he lifted my body, his claws piercing my skin, but not enough to draw blood.
"Derek, you're hurting me," I cried out, trying to pry his hand off my throat.
He just growled, applying more pressure.
"I'm sorry for this." One of my hands left his, and for a second I hesitated, but I put my pointing finger into his wound. He roared, letting go of me.
I fell to the ground, coughing and rubbing my throat. That's definitely gonna bruise.
Before anything was said, Stiles came rushing in.
"Okay, Scott isn't here."
Great.
"You know that really doesn't look like anything, some echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of." Stiles's words pulled me out of my thoughts. Derek was now standing at the operation table, shirtless.
"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me," Derek panted, turning to open a cabinet.
"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Sarcasm was laced through Stiles's words.
"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort," he opened a draw.
"Which is?"
Derek held up a surgical saw, "You're going to cut off off my arm."
He slid the saw over to Stiles, who picked it up and turned iron then off.
"Oh my god! What if you bleed to death?"
Derek started tying a blue band around his upper arm. "It'll heal if it works."
"Look, I don't know if I can do this," Stiles whined.
"Why not?" Derek barked.
"Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone and especially the blood!" The thought makes me shiver.
"You faint at the sight of blood?" The werewolf questioned.
"No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles yelled.
"Fine," Derek breathed out, "How about this, either you cut off my arm or I'm gonna cut off your head."
"Okay, you know, I'm so not buying your threats anymore-" Derek cut Stiles off by grabbing his shirt collar and growled. "Okay, okay. I'll do it."
Derek threw up over the side of the operation table. "Oh god, what the hell is that?"
Black blood, yay...
"It's my body trying to heal itself," Derek mumbled.
"Well, it's not doing a very good job of it," I spoke up.
"On second thought, I can't do this!"
"I'll do it," I volunteered. Stiles eyes grew wide.
"Are you crazy?!" He yelled.
I ignored him and picked up the saw, placing it on Derek's arm, above the wound. Just about to press the 'on' button, I heard a familiar voice.
"Madison, Stiles? What are you doing?" I look up to see Scott and sighed in relief, dropping the saw.
"You just prevented a lifetime full of nightmares," Stiles breathed out.
"Did you get it?" Derek asked. Scott handed him the bullet and Stiles asked what he was gonna do with it.
"I'm gonna... I'm gonna." That was all he got out because he toppled over, dropping the bullet down the drain.
I kneeled down next to him, trying to wake him up but he wouldn't, so Stiles tried. "Derek? Derek, come on. Wake up!" I heard Stiles say from behind me. "Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?"
"I don't know. I can reach it."
"He's not waking up!" Stiles panicked. "I think he's dying. I think he's dead.
"Let me try something," I said, moving him away. I put both my hands on Derek's chest and quietly started chanting. Looking down, I saw a bright light travel from my arm and into his chest.
Suddenly he woke up and Scott gave him the bullet. I moved out of the way and the two guys help him up.
Derek bit on the bullet, pulling a cap off. Little bits of wolfsbane fell out. He grabbed a lighter and lit the dried plant on fire, sparks flew causing me I gasp in surprise. When the sparks died down, he scooped up the wolfsbane and slapped his hand over the wound, pushing the wolfsbane e in.
He grunted in pain, then he dropped to the ground and screamed and roared.
I watched as the wound itself heal, taking the bleed with it. Wow.
"That was awesome! Yes!" I rolled my eyes.
Derek slowly got up.
"Are you okay?" Scott asked.
"Well, except for the agonising pain?" He said sarcastically.
"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a sign of good health," Stiles commented, earning a glare from Derek.
"Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us all alone, you got that?" Scott said "And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Chris Argent, and I'm gonna tell him everything.."
"You really think you can trust them? You think they can help you?" Derek asked. Hey! That's offensive! I can help.
"Why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are!"
The older werewolf scoffed. "Yeah, I can show you exactly how nice they are."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
I walked over to a mirror and checked out the bruise Derek left me. There was a big hand print around my neck. I definitely can't go home like this. I rubbed the marks and winced as they felt tender.
"Woah," I heard Scott breath out. I looked at him through the mirror.
"What?" I asked frowning.
"It healed," Stiles said in awe.
I glanced back at where the bruise was meant to be, but it was gone.
I sighed, turning to Stiles. "Can you drop me off at the school? I left my car there."
I only got two feet in the door when Dad and Kate came up to me.
"Where have you been? I've been calling all night," Dad said.
"Phones flat," I held up my iPhone, "and I was at Cassie's house studying."
He sighed, "Please remember to charge your phone next time."
I nodded and went to walk up the stair when Kate's voice stopped me.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
I sighed and turned to face her. I blinked a couple time, before slapping her across the face. "Rot in hell," I gritted my teeth.