Who, who are you really?:
"You think someone is killing virgins?" Derek says skeptically, giving Stiles a look one might be expected to give a man selling "genuine Gucci handbags" out of the back of his van. "Why?"
"Well, I don't know!" Stiles says, frustrated, and throwing his hands up in the air. He's very white, and has been very white since his childhood friend was kidnapped from her seventeenth birthday party over the weekend and found murdered. "It's the only connection."
"It's a weak connection at best," Derek scoffs, leaning up against the door of his new car, a Toyota that seems like the sort of car a soccer mom would drive.
"Is there any reason someone would want to kill virgins?" you ask him tightly. It sounds like a stupid theory if you're honest, but Ted is dead. Poor, stupid Ted, who was saving himself until marriage because he only wanted to be with the one woman he'd spend the rest of his life with. You weren't really friends or anything, but his death still shook you. When Lydia called you from the pool to tell you she'd found a dead body, you hadn't thought for a second it would be him. But it was. Someone you'd spent hours with over the summer, gone forever. It is not a joking matter.
Derek scowls at you and exchanges a brief look with his sister, a pale dark-haired girl who'd given you such a look of disgust when Scott introduced you that you were taken aback for a moment until you remember Kate murdered most of her family.
"I don't know," he says unhappily. "Maybe."
"See!" Stiles exclaims, jabbing his finger at Derek. "Something evil is killing virgins! Sacrificing them! For evil!"
"So basically what you're saying is that you're the only one in danger," Erica says, crossing her arms over her low-cut top, bright red lips curled into a disdainful smirk. "Maybe Scott, too."
"Okay, why don't we..." Scott says, looking startled at this remark and you try not to try to interpret his reaction.
"Boyd and I are so very not in danger," Erica continues loftily, ignoring him. "Lydia goes without saying, as do you two," she says, pointing between you and Isaac. "Cora...I'm not sure, to be honest, it could go eit-"
"No," Cora says flatly, looking just as unimpressed as her brother, or at least until he turns to look at her in horror. She rolls her eyes at him and glares at the rest of them. "Are we just going to stand around making stupid jokes or do you people have anything useful to contribute?"
"Hopefully soon, because people are beginning to stare," Lydia says, jerking her head in the direction of a couple curious teenage girls walking down the parking lot an aisle down from them. You're in the mall parking lot way at the back, but it's only 5 in the afternoon and nine people standing in a circle talking seriously is kind of conspicuous. "Don't you have an evil lair or something we can meet at?"
"He really does," Stiles mutters under his breath.
"And she is coming nowhere near it," Derek snaps, giving you a disgusted look.
"Why don't we go to my house?" Scott says quickly, looking nervous at the prospect of a fight. "My mom's working, so no one's there."
"So no one has anything useful to say," Cora says, looking irritated. "What's the point if we don't have any information?"
"We need to figure out what to do," Scott says earnestly. "This doesn't sound like the Alpha Pack. Deaton thinks it's a Darach, a druid gone dark, but he has no idea who it could be or what they want."
"A dark druid?" Isaac says skeptically. "And why can't it be the Alpha Pack? They killed the girl that saved me. I bet they killed all those people, too."
"They never found her body, we don't know if she's dead for sure," Stiles says, rolling his eyes. "Have you ever even seen a movie?"
"Maybe they got rid of it," Isaac says darkly, starting to look pissed off.
"And didn't get rid of the others?" Stiles replies, raising his eyebrows pointedly.
"If this doesn't have anything to do with the Alpha Pack then it doesn't have anything to do with us," Cora says impatiently, sagging against the door of Derek's car.
"Someone is killing people," Scott says, looking horrified at her apathy.
"You don't think we have enough to worry about?" Cora snaps at him.
"I think a serial killer takes precedence over the Alphas, who haven't killed anyone."
"Yet," Boyd interjects, the first time he's spoken during this entire encounter. "You don't know what they're like. Deucalion, he's...he'll kill us all to get what he wants, and anyone who gets in his way."
The confident look slides off of Erica's face and she glances at Boyd worriedly. Boyd just continues to look at Scott flatly, arms crossed over his chest.
Scott lets out a frustrated breath. "So you just want to pretend there isn't a serial killer going around murdering people?!" he says, dismayed.
"I say we focus on the things that concern us," Cora says, giving Scott an unimpressed look before turning to Derek. "Why do we need this kid?"
"This kid helped save your life," Derek says, surprising you in his defense of Scott. "And you know we can't just sit back and wait for them to make the first move," he says to Scott. "Erica and Boyd followed the twins home to an apartment building downtown, so we know where they live."
"Then they want you to know," Scott says, looking stunned. "What are you going to do? You can't beat a pack of alphas."
"That's why we're going after Deucalion," Cora says, anger burning in her eyes. "Just him."
"Cut off the head of the snake and the body dies," Boyd explains.
"You think killing one of them will stop them?" you say, unimpressed with this logic. "They're all alphas anyway."
"Deucalion's still the leader," Derek says, glaring at you. "And your parents seem to think it's a good enough plan, considering it was their idea."
"Is no one else here interested in all the murders?" Stiles asks frustratedly, waving his hands around to get their attention.
You bite back an angry retort, that Derek should leave your parents alone and not involve them in his idiotic plans. "Do what you want," you say harshly, digging your nails into your palms. You don't want to be involved in this anyway.
"I'm glad we have your permission," Cora says sarcastically. "The approval of psycho murdering bitches is exactly what we came here for."
"What did you say?" Isaac snaps, stepping forward and letting out a furious snarl.
"Isaac, leave it," you say, rolling your eyes.
"Excuse me, did she do anything to you?" Lydia asks bitingly. "You've been unnecessarily hostile the entirely of our blessedly short acquaintance. What is your problem?"
"I don't care," you tell them, because you really don't. Your aunt murdered most of Cora's family, burned them to death, and if hating you helps her get over it, more power to her. You could care less about her opinion of you.
Unfortunately the rest of your meeting quickly degenerates into everyone insulting each other and Scott unsuccessfully trying to keep the peace. Nothing gets solved and after you leave you spend the rest of the evening sick to your stomach at the thought of your parents going up against the Alpha Pack. You've never been worried about your parents' safety before, always over what they might do, but the Alpha Pack is different, and you haven't seen any of your parents' hunter henchmen or whatever in a while. What can they do, just the two of them?
A week later, three more people are killed, a senior, the music teacher at Beacon Hills, and Harris. Lydia is the first to realize the latter two are missing, her weird sixth sense about death acting up again, and even as she tries to pretend it doesn't bother her, she is very quiet the next few days.
"I don't want to talk about it," Lydia says tersely, downing a shot of tequila and slumping back against her headboard.
"Okay," you say awkwardly, even you think you really need to. You can't just keep pretending this isn't happening. You need to figure it out.
"Don't look at me like that, you're ruining my buzz," Lydia complains.
"I think we should talk to Deaton," you say, watching her expression carefully and shifting a little at the foot of her bed. "He might know what's going on."
"I don't want to know," Lydia says fiercely. "I just want it to stop. I'm sick of finding dead people!"
"But-"
"I'm not talking about this," Lydia declares and picks up the bottle of tequila from her bedside table again to pour herself another shot.
You relent, unhappily, but before you can think of a way to coax her into talking before she drinks herself into oblivion, you get a frantic text from Isaac about Scott trying to make peace with the Alphas before Derek's plan gets you all killed.
"I have to go," you tell Lydia, horrified that Scott's plan apparently involves him and Isaac going to meet Deucalion in an abandoned mall south of here and talk things out.
"Hey, what-" Lydia says drunkenly, but you rush out of the room, frantically digging for your keys in your purse as you stumble down the stairs. You only had one drink, but you feel lightheaded and curse yourself for thinking you could take a night off.
"Allison, what are you doing here?" Scott hisses as you pull up next to his bike in the abandoned mall parking lot. It looks like the beginning of a horror movie and you really hope Scott chose this location himself, but you doubt it.
"Stopping you from getting killed," you say angrily, shutting your car door behind you and sticking your gun into the back of your pants where you hope your bulky sweater will conceal it. "Are you stupid? He's going to kill you!"
"How did you even-" Scott starts and whirls around to give Isaac a betrayed look. Isaac, still clutching his helmet, looks away guiltily.
"You are not doing this," you tell him, even though you're more than aware that you can't stop him. "We need to leave, now."
"Someone has to do something before an all-out war starts," Scott protests defiantly. "If Derek tries to kill Deucalion he'll get himself killed. And what about your parents?! They can't win against the Alpha Pack either."
"So what, you're just going to surrender?" you ask, hating the fact that he's right. "You know what they want, Scott, and you can't give it to them. So what is the purpose of even talking to them? There isn't one, which means this is a trap."
"You shouldn't be here," Scott says worriedly, instead of addressing your very valid concern. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I can take care of myself," you say, annoyed that he's trying to change the subject.
"But, I mean, you don't heal like we do," Scott says, looking anguished.
He's not going to change his mind, you realize, a sinking feeling in your chest.
"I'm coming with you," you tell him firmly, the tequila you'd had earlier probably giving a false sense of confidence.
"Allison, no!" Isaac says, eyes widening in fear.
"If you're going to do this, then I'm coming with you," you say, and turn on your heel, heading for the entrance to the mall. You gun is loaded with wolfsbane bullets now. If Deucalion tries anything, you'll shoot him in the head and run.
"Hello, Scott," Deucalion says from halfway up the broken escalator in the middle of the room. He's smaller than you thought he'd be, with sandy brown hair, dark glasses, and a cane he obviously does not need. "And...friends."
"This is Allison and Isaac," Scott says, swallowing back nervousness as he gestures to both of you.
"I'm not talking about them," he says, flatly, and you think he has a British accent.
There's movement to your left and Derek and his pack step forward, already wolfed out. Scott tries to reason with him, but it's too late. And Deucalion is not alone. All hell breaks lose within ten seconds.
Derek immediately goes for Deucalion, but is intercepted by the woman with claws on her feet, while the twins leap down from the second level and merge into one huge person. Isaac had told you about it, but you still gape in shock at the sight of two people coming together. You draw your gun and manage to hit the huge muscular one with the shaved head in the shoulder who comes up behind you. He roars in pain and lunges for you, but Boyd and Erica tackle him to the ground, claws outstretched. Next to you Isaac and Scott as tossed against the wall by the twins and Cora leaps in to help. It's seven on four, but the Alphas are clearly stronger. Scott and Isaac are barely avoiding the twins monster's claws, Derek is on the defense against the woman, and even injured the bald alpha is holding his own against Erica and Boyd. This can't go on for much longer.
No one is looking at you. You step forward and aim your gun at Deucalion's head, firing twice, but he ducks.
Shit, you think, as the woman lets out a roar of rage and shoves Derek out of the way, heading for you. You should have brought more ammo.
You hit her twice in the stomach and then are bowled over from behind by Cora, who hits you so hard she must have been thrown.
"Allison!" Isaac shouts and you struggle to get to your feet as the woman snarls and clutches her bleeding stomach.
"Wolfsbane," she snarls, her red eyes widening, and turns toward the bald werewolf, who's being beaten into submission by Erica and Boyd.
Before you can fire again Derek grabs her from behind and throws her against one of the support beams, causing the whole room to tremble.
There's a roar of rage behind you and you turn to see the twin monster running right at you. You only have time to fire once and you miss, but before he gets to you Scott slams him out of the way.
They both skid across the floor and it's the first time you've really seen Scott's werewolf face, but surely his eyes aren't supposed to be alpha red?
The entire room stares at him for a second before there's a loud bang from above you. You turn to see what it is, but before you can see anything you're being grabbed from the behind and dragged across the room and behind a corner, away from the fight. You struggle for a second, trying to get him off you, but a hand clamps over your mouth and Scott says, "Shh!"
He turns you around and presses you against the wall, covering you with his body and you're about to demand what the hell is going on when the shooting starts.
You hadn't realized how loud machine gun fire is until now, and it hurts your ears more than you can believe. It must be hell for Scott, but he just shields you with his body, cupping the back of your head with his hand.
There's a lot of yelling that you can't make out and after a minute or so the shooting dies down.
"We're going after them," you hear your father say and your heart begins to pound even louder in your chest. Fear floods through you, different than the fear you'd felt earlier, mixed with adrenaline, the kind of feeling that makes you want to shoot everything. This is different. This is your parents . "You change a plan on us next time, we won't be here."
"Shut up," Derek snarls weakly.
"Ungrateful mongrel," your mother sneers and your body gives an involuntary jerk of fear at the sound of her voice. Scott puts a steadying hand on your waist and you close your eyes, inhaling the faint scent of soap on his skin. His other hand shifts on the back of your head, fingers moving against your scalp and to your horror you realize your mother is saying something else but you're completely missing it, too transfixed by the proximity of Scott's body, his breath against your cheek. His chest is pressed right up against yours, the lapels of his jacket brushing your neck, and you wonder what his hand slipping under your sweater would feel like.
"Derek!" Cora cries, and it's Scott's turn to give a jerk and he tries to pull away from you. You grab him around the waist and dig your fingers into his jacket to keep him in place, because your parents cannot find out about him, they can't.
"Allison?" Scott whispers against your cheek. "Allison, it's alright, they're gone."
You look up at him, startled, and are shocked at how close your faces are together. Unlike Isaac, he's only about two inches taller than you. You haven't been so close to his face since you kissed him all those months ago and in the bad light his eyes seem very dark, his lashes very long. It would be so very easy to lean up and press your mouths together, and Scott seems to realize this at the same time you do.
He pulls away, looking at you with wide eyes, and then looks around the corner to the others. You push yourself off the wall, knees stupidly weak, and follow him back, nearly slipping on bullets littered across the floor. Derek looks very badly injured and is being supported by his sister, Erica and Boyd hovering over him worriedly. Isaac is sitting on the ground, holding his side with a pained look on his face and you go over to him immediately, dropping down on your knees next to him.
"Allison," he says, looking up at you, relief all over his face.
"You okay?" you ask worriedly, pulling back his jacket and seeing the dark stain on his navy blue t-shirt.
"Yeah, it's not deep," Isaac says with a wince. "Just stings a bit. It'll take longer than normal to heal because it's from an alpha."
You've never heard of that before, but you don't particularly care at the moment. You wrap your arms around him and pull him close, starting to tremble uncontrollably. You almost just died. All of you. If your parents hadn't shown up. If Scott hadn't pulled you out of the way before they saw. Terrible things could have happened, you just barely escaped by a hair. If one tiny thing was different...
The wound in Isaac's side stops bleeding, but it's still slower than it should be to close completely. It doesn't seem to bother him too much, because he has no problem pining you up against the motel door the second you walk into the room and kissing you fiercely. The sex is hard and desperate and a little bit painful, but you need it like that, need to feel alive and distract yourself from everything that could have gone wrong.
You wake up sometime in the middle of the night with Isaac pressed against your back, nuzzling at your neck, his erection nudging the small of your back.
"Allison," he hisses, nuzzling more insistently and grips your left hip. You wince immediately, because that kind of hurts. He must've left bruises on it earlier. Still, the desperate shake of his hands makes you arch back into him and you take his hand off your hip and put it on your left boob. Isaac moans against your ear and squeezes you, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You inhale sharply and start to feel hot all over, the way he pants needily against your neck making you dizzy with lust. He feels good pressed against your back, his hand on your boobs, and you wonder...Lydia did say that it was good like this. It seemed demeaning and gross when she said it, but now...You're already here and protected by the cover of darkness. Maybe you should-
Isaac tries to turn you over onto your back, but you grab his hand on your stomach and say. "No. Like this."
"What?" he says, sounding confused.
You take his hand and push it down your stomach, spreading your legs a bit so he can put his fingers inside you. Isaac groans when he feels how wet you are and rubs his thumb against your clit while he curls his fingers inside you. You let out a soft sound of pleasure in the back of your throat and arch your neck back, so he can kiss it, his dick rubbing against your ass. The combination of his fingers in you, on your clit, his hand on your boobs and his warm body pressed up against you makes you impatient far sooner than you usually are.
"C'mon," you hiss, and rub back against him teasingly. Isaac moans and reaches backward with one hand to grab for a condom, clutching you with the other like he's unwilling to let go of you even for a second. You roll your eyes when you hear him drop his wallet and let out an embarrassing whine, squirming impatiently until he finally gets the condom on. You spread your legs and moan when he pushes into you, guiding his hands back to your boobs.
"Oh, shit," Isaac moans, beginning to thrust.
It's a lot more passive, this position, maybe only because you can't really figure out how to get any leverage to push back on him, but it's pretty obvious why Lydia said it was so good. At this angle his dick hits on places he'd only previously been able to get with his fingers. It feels like he can touch every single inch of you like this and you make your pleasure known with hitching moans with every thrust and rub at your clit shamelessly.
He can't kiss you on the mouth though, not that you're complaining at all about his teeth scrapping your neck, and for some reason your mind immediately goes to Scott.
Scott lying next to you right here in the dark, kissing you while Isaac fucks you from behind. Scott's warm hands on your boobs, trailing down your body to touch your clit. Scott pressing himself up against your front, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing you hungrily, penning you in between him and Isaac, until all you can do is clutch his shoulders and beg for relea-
You come suddenly, crying out into the dark, your fingers stumbling over your clit, and clench down hard over and over around Isaac. The orgasm overwhelms you, the pleasure filling you up and allowing no room for anything else, and you barely hear Isaac grunt in shock and jerk wildly against you.
You lose track of time, your face dropping down to the mattress, and you only become aware of your surroundings again when Isaac rolls you over onto your back.
"Shit, Allison," he says reverently, propping himself up over you and kissing your face, stroking your hair out of your eyes.
You're too tired to talk and just pull him down against you by the back of his neck. The room is stuffy and hot and you're both disgustingly sweaty, but his body still feels good against yours. He pants into your neck, curling an arm around your waist, and falls asleep like that, because nothing makes Isaac happier than falling asleep on top of you.
You're tired, but you can't quiet seem to drift off, something itching at the back of your brain keeping you from sleep. The memory of Scott's body pressed against yours in the abandoned mall, his strong hands simultaneously keeping you safe from your parents and soothing you.
Shit, you think.
You drop Isaac off at Scott's house the next morning, so he can get ready for school, but Scott isn't there, apparently having gone on some mandatory lacrosse team cross-country meet in San Francisco. You think the timing is terrible, but Scott really does seem to love lacrosse, so you wait with his mother in the living room for Isaac to change. Thankfully you told your parents you had to stay over at Lydia's to work on a Physics lab, so you don't have to sneak into your house. As it is, sitting with Mrs. McCall with shower-damp hair after a night in a motel room with her sort-of foster kid is awkward enough.
She doesn't say anything to you about it, though she does look uncomfortable, but just asks you a couple worried questions about your confrontation with the Alpha Pack last night. You get the impression that Scott glossed over a lot of it. But you think you're in the clear, at least until she calls you later that night.
You don't pick up the first time because you don't recognize the number, but she calls again two minutes later.
"Hi, Allison, it's Melissa," she says, when you pick up. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to ask you a few questions."
"Did something happen?!" you ask, sitting up straight in your desk chair, heart hammering in your chest.
"No, no, everything's fine," she assures you. "Well, Scott's cross-country meet got canceled because of a terrible accident on the highway and they're spending a night in a motel, but he should be back tomorrow morning. I just..." she trails off awkwardly. "Oh, God. I never thought I'd be having this conversation."
"Uh..." you say, now completely confused why she's calling you.
"Okay," she says, taking a deep breath. "I'm just going to say it. You...you and Isaac are sexually active, am I right?"
You have no idea what to say to that, open your mouth, and then shut it again.
"I know it's none of my business!" she adds quickly. "I just wanted to make sure you're using protection. Or if you needed my help in getting birth control. Or if you had any questions. You know I'm a nurse, so I...oh, this is really awkward, isn't it?"
Yes, you think, your face burning in embarrassment, yes, it is.
"I...yes, we are," you say, forcing the words out. "We're...we're fine."
"I'm really sorry," she says apologetically. "But do you mind if I ask what kind? Is it just condoms, because they actually aren't that reliable. I mean, they can break or expire..."
"Um, yes," you say. It's not that you didn't know that, even worried about a condom breaking sometimes because if it did you'd be screwed, because you have to be eighteen to buy the morning after pill.
"Have you considered other forms of birth control?" she asks. "I would suggest a NuvaRing. They're very easy to use and are much more effective than condoms."
"I...don't know what that is," you admit, cringing in embarrassment. You know Lydia has an IUD, but you've never heard of a NuvaRing before. It sounds like it might be similar and you don't want that. You don't want some doctor touching you down there and to be honest it sounds kind of painful.
"It's a small ring you insert into your vagina once a month," Scott's mother says, sounding very professional. "It's similar to the pill, but it's a lot more effective because a lot of women forget to take the pill everyday at the same time, which is why it's especially recommended for girls your age."
"You have to get a prescription though, right?" you ask uncomfortably. "I mean, I can't...my parents can't find out."
"You do..." she says hesitantly. "I take it they wouldn't like the idea of birth control?"
"Definitely not," you tell her categorically.
"I...might be able to get you some," she says slowly. "Have you ever been to a gynecologist before?"
"No," you say and bite back that you really don't want to.
"Okay," she says. "I'll see what I can do."
"Thanks," you mutter and tell yourself that it would be ungrateful to ask her for the pill instead. It seems a lot safer to you. What if this ring thing falls out?
She gives them to you next time you come over to hang out with Scott, Isaac, Lydia, and Stiles, a packet of five of them with an informational pamphlet that you stick in your purse quickly and try not to look shifty.
When you go home you read through the pamphlet of proper usage and side-effects, ugh, and then figure what the hell, time to be a responsible adult about this. Getting pregnant and having to get an abortion without your parents finding out would suck a lot more than sticking a weird ring in your vagina every month. It feels kind of weird at first, but after a while you eventually forget that it's there. It'll take a week to kick in, so you'll have to use a condom until then. Though do you even want to have sex without a condom? Even if you won't get pregnant, you're not sure you want Isaac's come in you. Gross. And you'd have to wash it out, right? Maybe you just won't tell him. It's not like it's any of his business.
A/N: Meh, not really sure what I think about this chapter. 3a is actually my favorite season and so I actually don't want to rewrite it, because I like the original so much. So I hope this isn't too rushed. Please review!