Red eyes. Every time she closed her eyes that's what she saw.

"The what of who?" Lydia asked Allison as she told the sisters her family history.

"The beast of Gevaudan," she repeated excitedly. "Listen. A quadruped wolf-like monster, prowling the Auvergne and South Dordogne areas of France during the years 1764 and 1767. La Bete killed over 100 people, becoming so infamous that King Louis XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it."

"Boring," Lydia dismissed.

"Kinda cool," Bella smiled.

Allison nodded before continuing to read from her book. "Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan."

"Hmm," Lydia hummed. "Still boring."

"Hmm, still cool," Bella joked, making Lydia roll her eyes.

"Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid."

"Slipping into a coma bored."

Allison just ignored Lydia this time and continued. "While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape-shift into a man-eating monster."

"Ooo," Bella taunted, waving her fingers in Lydia's face.

"Does any of this have anything to do with your family?" Lydia asked.

"This! It is believed that La Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renowned hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature. His name was Argent," she smiled smugly.

"Wow. So you Argents are just super scary," Bella joked.

"What do you mean?" Allison asked.

"Well, you're got an old relative who was allegedly the best hunter in France, and you modern-day Argents have a basement that looks like a gun shop. Scary!," Bella winked.

"Her ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?" Lydia asked.

"Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture. What does it look like to you?" Allison asked, spinning the book around. Both Lydia and Bella froze.

There they were again. Red eyes. The eyes that were haunting her. She could've sworn when she came downstairs that night before to grab a glass of water she saw those same eyes in her backyard staring in. She'd been so scared she forgot about the water and ran back up to her room.

"I got to go," Bella stuttered as she jumped up and took off, running out of the cafeteria and straight into Isaac. "Oh hey Isaac," she breathed.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Bella nodded, running her hand through her hair.

"I um… haven't had a chance to talk to you lately. How have you been holding up? You know after the accident?"

"I'm holding up," she nodded softly. "Sorry I haven't really been up to speaking."

"Trust me, no pressure," he smiled as he raised his hands. "Walk with me to chemistry?" he offered and she nodded.

"Did the study session help with the test?"

"Yeah my grade went up," he nodded. "Thank you for helping me with that."

"No worries, anytime. I'm serious," she smiled at him as they took their seat at their desk. "I really don't mind. If you need any help with anything, just give me a yell."

"Well, actually I was wondering if maybe…" he started to say but was cut off by Mr Harris walking into the room.

"Alright everyone, settle down, next person who talks gets detention. Don't make it you Stilinski," he warned and Bella turned around to give Stiles a small smile.

"Bella! You're late," the coach reprimanded her as she ran into the classroom.

"Sorry coach," she apologised quickly and ran to take the last seat left in the classroom, the one behind Stiles.

"Right. Back to it. McCall!" the coach yelled loudly making Bella jump. Clearly, she'd walked in on Scott getting screamed at. "Thank you, McCall, thank you. Thank you for extinguishing the last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading. Alright," he sighed. "Bella, you were late, did you do the reading?" he asked her, but she'd spaced out and didn't hear him. "Bella?"

"Bella?" Stiles turned around and touched her arm, making the girl jump in her seat.

"Sorry?" she asked.

"You feeling ok Bella?" the coach asked. "Last night's reading? Can you summarise it?"

"Um yeah. Supply and demand. The relationship between price and quantity. Price rises, supply rises but demand falls. And then the reverse, price drops, supply decreases and demand increases. You can draw graphs to demonstrate."

"Perfect," coach nodded. "At least someone did the reading. Put your hand down Greenberg," he scoffed.

"Hey, you ok?" Stiles asked, turning back around to her.

"Yeah I'm fine," she nodded.

"You look really tired Bella," Stiles noted.

"Yeah I'm not sleeping well," she smiled softly at him.

"Because of what happened?" he asked nervously.

Bella nodded as she got a little teary. "I see it everywhere. The red eyes. I think it's following me. I sound crazy."

"You don't sound crazy," he shook his head.

"I think whatever animal it was, it wasn't what was shot the other night. I think it's still out there and I don't think it's a mountain lion. I think it was in my yard last night."

Stiles immediately spun around to look at Scott wide-eyed. He turned back, trying to control his emotions. "It was a mountain lion. Don't worry about it anymore. You're safe," he reassured.

"Lydia says we're coming to get you," Jackson said to Allison on the phone as they began to turn the corner into her street.

"Please don't. I'm sure he's on his way," Allison assured over the loudspeaker. "He's only… 26 minutes late."

"You hear that?" Lydia snarked. First, it's 'He's only 26 minutes late,' a month later it's 'He only hits me when he's drunk.' Slippery slope, Allison. Slippery slope."

"That's a bit of a stretch Lyds. I mean admittedly Scott McCall isn't the brightest. But he's like a puppy, I really don't think that kid could hurt a fly," Bella laughed.

"We're picking you up," Jackson said as they pulled up at her house.

"No," Allison protested.

"Too late," Jackson smirked, ending the call as he pulled up and wound down the window. "Lydia gets what Lydia wants," he explained to Allison with a shrug.

"It's the only reason I'm out here. She's a tyrant," Bella nodded as she leaned forward to flick her sister's ear.

"Ow!" Lydia complained.

"Come on, get in," Jackson smiled. "We can swing by his place and see if he's in."

Allison's phone then buzzed as a text came through.

Lydia leaned over Jackson and asked, "is that him with the best explanation ever of why he's half a freaking hour late?"

"Not exactly," Allison looked up. "He says to meet him at the school."

"At the school?" Bella asked. "It's closed, how would he even get in?"

"I don't know. I'm kind of worried," Allison confessed.

Bella huffed noisily. "We may as well check it out?" she suggested. "We're already out of the house."

"Yeah, do you guys mind?" Allison asked.

"Get in," Jackson smiled, getting out of the car so Allison could make her way into the backseat.

"What're they doing here anyway?" Jackson asked as they got out of the car after arriving at the school.

Allison shrugged. "All I got was this," she said, holding up her phone to display a text from Scott. 'Meet me at the school. URGENT.'

"They lock the doors at night you know," Lydia called out. She was still sitting in the car.

"That one's open," Allison said, pointing at a door being held open by a broom.

Allison and Jackson walked toward the school and Bella sat down in Jackson's driver's seat. "A dark creepy school at night. Definitely looks like the perfect setting for a murder," Bella stated to her sister.

"Really? You had to say that right now!" Lydia gasped, slapping her sister's arm lightly. "This is so creepy," she complained before she leaned forward, studying Allison and Jackson's interaction. "What in the hell is that?"

"I do not know," Bella frowned as she watched her two friends look much more friendly than they had been the previous day. Both Allison and Jackson were smiling and happily conversing with each other. Jackson was staring after Allison with a smile on his face. A smile that only dropped when he turned back to look at Lydia and Bella's suspicious glance.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously before he walked back to the car. He arrived at the driver's side door, where Bella was sitting, and she stared up at him, making him avert his eyes, before she climbed into the back seat, allowing him to sit down.

They sat in the car in awkward silence for 5 minutes until Jackson finally broke it.

"Do you see that?" he asked.

"See what?" Lydia snapped.

"The hood on that piece of crap jeep looks crapper than usual," Jackson pointed out.

"You're right," Bella agreed. The whole hood of Stiles' jeep was bent in. It definitely wasn't like that earlier today.

Jackson went to get out of the car only for Lydia to ask, "where are you going?"

"To take a look. Stay here," he asked.

"I'm not staying in the car," Lydia stuttered nervously.

"If she's not staying in the car, I'm not staying in the car," Bella added.

"Just stay in the damn…" Jackson sighed but Lydia cut him off in a panic.

"Do not leave us alone in the car!" It was obvious Lydia was petrified another terrifying encounter would happen as they had at the video store.

"Fine," Jackson sighed irritably. "God, don't have a meltdown," he grumbled, and all three got out of the car and made their way over to Stiles' jeep.

"What's that?" Bella asked, pointing out what looked to be some kind of claw mark. Jackson reached forward and lined up his fingers and ran them down the length of the scratches.

"Hmm, look at that," Lydia muttered. "It is indeed a piece of crap. Can we get Allison and leave now?" she asked.

Jackson however seemed a little more concerned as he started to breathe heavily as he paced back a few steps.

"What are you doing?" Lydia asked her boyfriend.

"Jack?" Bella asked as he turned and marched towards the school.

"Are you getting Allison? Jackson!" Lydia squeaked as she ran after him. "Bella come on!" she yelled back anxiously and Bella ran to follow.

"I have to pee," Bella whispered as they walked through the corridors looking for Allison.

"Me too. There's one right here," Lydia pointed out.

"Are you kidding me?" Jackson groaned. "You two have to use the bathroom now?"

"Yes now," Lydia asserted. "What? You have a problem with my performing a basic biological function?"

"You know, I'm starting to have a problem with all of your functions," he snarked rudely. Lydia merely glared at him and walked into the bathroom.

"Don't be an ass!" Bella punched his arm before going after her sister.

"You don't think he meant that do you?" Lydia asked.

"I think Jackson's got a lot going on. Whatever he said, it's not about you. It's his own personal problem. Doesn't mean he's not being an ass though," Bella explained as she watched her hands.

"I know, it's just… that kind of hurt."

"Tell him, don't let him walk all over you," Bella smiled at her sister lightly as they left the bathroom.

"Did you find them?" Lydia asked.

Jackson looked sufficiently freaked out and was staring at the corridor ahead.

Both Lydia and Bella turned their to look behind them to see what he was looking at, but there was nothing there.

"No, no," he shook his head. Rubbing the back of his neck in pain.

"Is your neck still sore from the scratches?" Bella asked and he just nodded. "Call Allison," Bella asked her sister. "This is so creepy. I want to leave."

"Agreed," Lydia nodded as she turned around to call their friend. "Ok, she's going to meet us at the lobby. Let's go," she said as she stormed off down the corridor.

Jackson and Bella looked at each other and he gave her a small smile which she returned. Maybe he was just having an off day, but he was being an ass to her sister.

They walked through the dark school until Lydia pushed through the doors to the lobby. "Finally," she sighed when she saw Allison. "Can we go now?"

"What were you guys even doing here?" Bella asked Stiles and Scott. Before they got a chance to answer a heavy thud sounded from above them.

"Run!" Scott yelled as the roof gave way and some form of animal fell through. Bella didn't get a good look at the animal, but she saw enough to notice the red eyes.

They ran through the corridor until they reached a classroom and they immediately shut the door.

"Help me get this in front of the door!" Scott called out as he and Jackson started barricading the doorway.

Bella walked up to Stiles and stood beside him. There was a giant wall of windows in this classroom. That would leave them vulnerable to whatever that 'thing' was attacking them from the outside.

"Wait. Scott. Not here," Stiles called out, but Scott paid him no notice.

"What was that? Scott, what was that?" Allison panted.

"Will you just help me?" Scott yelled. "The chairs, stack the chairs."

"Guys… can we just wait a second?" Stiles repeated and Bella returned to stand beside him. "You guys, listen to me.," he asked fruitlessly as the other four of them began stacking a barricade of chairs and tables to prevent the creature from entering. "Hello!" he ended up having to yell to capture their attention. "Okay, nice work," he sighed. "Really beautiful job, everyone. Now, what shall we do about the 20-foot wall of windows?" he asked as he gestured behind him.

"Can someone please explain to me what is going on because I am freaking out here?" Allison cried. "And I would really like to know why. Scott?" she asked him as he hung his head in his hands.

Stiles gave his friend a minute, but when it was evident he wasn't going to say anything, he spoke up. "Somebody killed the janitor."

"What?" Lydia gasped.

"Yeah, the janitor's dead," Stiles confirmed.

"What's he talking about?" Allison laughed nervously. "Is this a joke?"

"Red eyes again," Bella raced forward to whisper to Jackson. He'd seen the same thing in the video store as she had. He knew what he meant, and his eyes widened. "It's here Jackson it's here! What if it's back for us."

"Who killed him?" Jackson asked Stiles and Scott.

"No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over… the mountain lion killed…" Lydia tried to reason.

"No, don't you get it?" Jackson asked her in frustration. "There wasn't a mountain lion."

"Who was it?" Allison cried out desperately. "What does he want? What's happening? Scott!" she yelled.

"I don't know!" Scott finally spoke up. "If we go out there, he's going to kill us."

"Us? He's going to kill us?" Lydia asked terrified.

"Who? Who is it?" Allison asked again, finally starting to get a little angry.

Bella let out a quiet whimper, only Stiles seemed to have heard her properly and he placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It's Derek. It's Derek Hale," Scott finally revealed.

"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson asked to confirm.

"Are you sure?" Allison asked.

"I saw him."

"The mountain lion…" Lydia tried to reason.

"No!" Scott yelled. "Derek killed them."

"All of them?" Allison queried.

"Yeah, starting with his own sister," Scott told them.

"And the bus driver?"

"And the guy in the video store. It's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us too."

"Derek doesn't have red eyes?" Bella asked aloud.

"No one has red eyes, Belle, you imagined it," Lydia said to her sister quietly.

"Call the cops," Jackson demanded.

"No," Stiles snapped.

"What do you mean no?"

"I mean no. Do you want to hear it in Spanish? No," Stiles retorted with an accent. "Look, Derek killed three people ok. We don't know what he's armed with."

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him!"

"I agree with Jackson. Stiles. Your dad has weapons and protection. We have nothing. If we don't do anything he might have killed nine people by the end of tonight," Bella sobbed.

"I'm calling," Lydia declared as she started dialling.

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec…" Stiles made a move towards Lydia, only to be cut off by Jackson who grabbed ahold of him.

"Hey," Scott stepped forward to comfort Stiles.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped and we need you to…. but… she hung up on me!" Lydia gasped incredulously as she pulled her phone away from her ear.

"The police hung up on you?" Allison confirmed.

"She said they got a tip warning them that there are going to be prank calls about a break-in at the high school. She said if I called again she was going to trace it and have me arrested."

"Ok, then call again," Allison encouraged.

"No, they won't trace a cell," Stiles shook his head. "They'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here."

"What the… what… what is this? Why does Derek want to kill us? Why is he killing anyone?" Allison asked and everyone turned to look at Scott for an answer.

"Why is everyone looking at me?" he asked.

"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia asked.

"No," Scott denied. "I mean… I don't know."

"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison pushed.

"I don't know!" Scott yelled aggressively, making Allison shrink away from him.

"Alright, why don't we ease back on the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles suggested, pushing his friend away from his girlfriend.

"You saw the eyes," Bella whispered to Jackson. He surveyed the two other girls before nodding to Bella.

"Ok, assheads," Jackson turned to Stiles and Scott. "New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and decent aim. Are we good with that?"

Stiles just shook his head and Scott tried to convince him it was a good idea. "He's right, tell him the truth if you have to, just call him," Stiles muttered something back to Scott quietly, but it didn't sound positive.

And this pushed Jackson to his breaking point and stormed toward Stiles. "Alright, give me the phone," he demanded. In retaliation, Stiles swung a fist that connected with Jackson's face.

"Jackson!" Allison gasped and ran over to him. "Are you ok? Hey, are you ok?" she asked.

Bella looked over at Lydia. She hadn't moved. What was going on with this couple tonight?

However Stiles relented, and he pulled out his phone and dialled his dad. "Hey dad, it's me. And it's your voicemail," he groaned. "Look, I need you to call me back now. Like right now." As soon as he said this, the doors that they'd barricaded closest started banging. Whoever was out there, wanted in. Lydia and Bella just grabbed onto each other tightly in fear before running to huddle with the others. "We're at the school, okay? We're at the school." The doors continue banging together as Derek tried to burst his way in when Stiles spoke up. "The kitchen, the door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."

"Which only goes up!" Scott protested.

"Up is better than here," Stiles pointed out as he grabbed Bella's arm and ran out of the classroom.

Bella ran up the stairs with the group and then turned left down the corridor. It was only when she threw herself into an empty classroom that she realised the others must have gone right, she was the only one who'd gone left. She was alone.

She quickly shut the door and stood back, praying that Derek wouldn't find her. She heard a growl echo from the corridor and clamped a hand over her mouth, but she couldn't stop the squeal that escaped her mouth when red eyes appeared in the frosted glass in the doorway. The creature stood there for a moment before she heard the door lock. It had locked her in. Why would it do that? It stayed standing there for a moment before she heard a bang, it had broken into someone's locker. After another moment a slip of paper was pushed under the door. Hesitantly, Bella darted forward and grabbed it...

- Ask about your birth parents

...the note read. Bella looked up at where the creature was, but it was gone.

"Bella! Bella Martin!" voices yelled in the corridor.

Bella lifted her head up from her knees. "Hello! Hello! I'm in here," she yelled, jumping up and banging on the door.

"Stand back, we're going to breach!" a sheriff yelled before the door broke open.

"Bella?"

"Stiles?" Bella yelped as she ran out and pulled him into a hug.

"Where'd you go!" he breathed as he hugged her back. "You disappeared. We thought it got you!"

Bella pulled away and looked him in the eyes. "It knows me."

"What?" he asked confused.

"It knows me," she sobbed as she held out her hand. Stiles lifted the scrumpled up piece of paper and read it before his eyes widened as he looked back up at her.