To Those I see

by lovehatepainjoy

Rory Lovette came to Beacon Hills after the tragic death of her sister. Jaded and aimless she finds herself a ghost among the living, or maybe she was just over dramatic, she's always been over dramatic. under construction needs help not edited at all.

13. It's Written in the stars

Hi i just wanted to thank anyone who got this far! im very excited for this story and have a bunch of ideas for the next season! of course i do understand that this current story needs to be worked on before i can move forward but i hope to get all the adjustments done soon!!

Anyway i hope you enjoy the final chapter of season 1 of the To Those I: Series

please let me know you opinion comments and concerns i would love to hear them!

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The dance craze hadn't stopped even when she got home. They had been rushed into the showers and then after a lengthy skin care routine she found herself at her vanity. She guessed she was Nat's doll today seeing as the women examined her hair happily. Her eyes darted to the dress that was laying out on the bed and Nat to her credit didn't jerk her head back immediately. She let her look and examined before she needed her looking forward again. Lydia didn't let her get away with a simple black long-sleeve fit and flare.

No, it couldn't be that simple.

Not that she's complaining.

She wouldn't complain about sheer pink tights or knee-high boots or even the velvet choker she expected Lydia to throw out the window. She guessed the pink Cameo pendant that hung from it was good enough to keep.

Or maybe Lydia was just getting soft.

Seeing as the first conversation they had couldn't even be considered a conversation.

Rory interrupted her condolences and changed the topic to Echen's house and Lydia's sweet and gentle expression drained from her face. Her posture went rigid and she began to size her up.

She had taken one look at her, turned around left, and came back with a pair of scissors; she didn't ask for permission either before she made one clean cut into Rory's black elastic choker.

'that might be popular in New York, but it's not here.'

Rory had a feeling that it would have been anything: a bracelet, a headband, maybe even a scarf. It was their first meeting and Lydia was showing her dominance instantly. Telling her that she knew the trends and the people who kept them on top. More importantly, she was showing that she could do what she wanted and who were you going to cry to?

Mommy?

Or maybe Rory had blown it out of proportion and Lydia Martin just really hated elastic chokers.

Either way, she had locked herself in her room for days after that to the point where the windows didn't tell her if it was day or night. If Lydia had thought it was because she was scared or embarrassed she never said anything when hunger finally won over sleep she found herself surrounded by her friends talking about myths like they were facts.

When she locked eyes with the group Tracy tried to invite her. Lydia looked at her and she remembered reading the small print on the plum label. She couldn't tell you what it said if you asked but she remembered how Lydia told her to go back to her room and only come out when she didn't look like a mess. Maybe she understood who Rory was as a person. Someone who didn't want to talk about it. Someone who didn't want sympathy but peace she respected her enough to drop the act. Sure she could have mourned with her for a few hours but she had a life and wasn't willing to drop it for someone she had never met.

Later when Rory had to let go of the core she brushed her hair before coming back out.

She didn't know why her hair wasn't horrible, it had curled and she had the biggest purple bruises under her eyes.

She looked beautiful in her own eyes.

But she brushed it all the same and went downstairs to hear Jackson trying to make Danny uncomfortable.

The memory now as opposed to back then was calming and it helped her get through Nat's abuse on her scalp. Her method of fighting through hair that had just come out of the shower was pure strength compared to Lydia's excess of detangler and exaggerated sighs.

It had gotten her through the worst parts at least and she could feel dry hair float around her head. The blow-dry clicked on and off periodically and she could see Nat staring at her head in concentration.

"I'm going to crimp it." She said finally muttering more to herself idly picking up and dropping strands of hair, like a hair stylist but without the shop.

"Do we even have a crimper?" She asked and Nat looked at her strangely like she had forgotten about the person whose hair she was playing with.

"Well," she started, then her brows knitted together in confusion. "I suppose we don't, we used to when Lorraine came over and did Lydia's hair… before," she stopped herself, looked around, and then nodded. "Well when she died Lewis had gotten rid of it and I just didn't notice, we never used it. But Lorraine was very tough; she liked to have everything on hand. It's a shame I had an idea In mind." Nat frowned, fluffing up Rory's hair and staring into the mirror versions of them intently.

"How about?" She started putting her hands on the girl's shoulder. "You go check on Lydia and I go look and see what I can find. I'm thinking about an updo." Stepping away she went to the door leaving Rory with her formal outfit and oversized slip.

She found her siren cousin in the bathroom pulling at the neckline of the dress. She looked underwhelmed, disappointed even when she glanced at herself pulling a picture out from the sides of the mirror. She looked defeated staring down at the photo with something akin to watery eyes.

"It's missing something, isn't it?" Lydia asked, marking it the first time she had wanted Rory's opinion about an outfit.

"The colors are wrong, it washes you out." She said easily like this was a test and she knew all the answers because Lydia was nodding pursed lips curving down in disappointment.

"What else?"

"It's too soft." She said again feeling her confidence grow. "You're better suited for sharper edges. Are you? Are you trying to look softer?" She asked though she knew it wasn't the word you would use for someone as cutthroat as Lydia.

The kind of control Lydia yearned for didn't make people soft.

"I'm not sure?" Cocking her head Lydia eyed her dress running her hands down the silk fabric turning she marched out of her bathroom with a huff and the curious cat took her place picking up the photo she had left behind.

It was a familiar setting, the Martin pool, but the lighting was brighter, the sun shimmered over the ripples made by Jackson hitting a beach ball to Danny. At the edge of the pool, three girls clung to the stone smiling up at the camera.

For a second it was like she was looking at Ariel in the middle, Avey to her right, and Holly to her left. But it wasn't, it was Lydia in the middle of Tracy and Dia. Setting the picture back into the mirror she resisted the acute urge to flush it after all it was hurting Lydia to look at it so why keep it around? She didn't understand the need to put pictures of your friends up on display for anyone to see. It was convenient in murder mysteries when either the murderers themselves would use the picture to pick people off or be a clue for the cops. But for just keeping it around?

Rory might never understand.

In the mirror, she saw something bright get flung onto the bed behind her and when she turned she bore witness to the small mound that had been created.

"What are you looking for?" She asked stepping out of the bathroom and heading for the closet ensuring to dodge the cannon fire.

"Something."

"That's not a lot of information?"

"I don't know, I just." She paused looking down at her dress with the same dissatisfaction flooding her features and creasing her brow. "Something is off."

"Who are you trying to impress with that anyway?" She asked, deciding that was what Lydia was trying to do. She had picked a soft pink to show that she was soft and valuable and she must have realized that the minute she tried it on. She wanted Jackson to see something innocent in her, cute and loving because she was for whatever reason still head over heels for the guy.

She didn't want the usual sharp lines like she wore at the New Year's party. Or the striking bold reds and blacks she was trying to show something deeper and it made her uncomfortable.

She sounded stressed before she even opened her mouth. A heaving sigh made her shoulder move. "Me, no one listens, I just need something else."

"You need a different dress." It really wasn't her place since after all she wasn't the expert that didn't matter. Lydia may have decided on the dress before she even came in but her reasonings behind the decision were messed up.

"This dress is fine, it's fine."

"To who?" Crossing her arms she pressed her back to the wall nodding over to the pile of dresses. There was something to point out about them; they were all specifically picked out to flatter her, whether it was the silhouette, color, fabric, or neckline that was just Lydia 101. She was thorough and she had been since long before Rory had met her.

She was meticulous when shopping and didn't pick out a single item without a plan but now looking at the black peacock feather protruding from her hip it didn't feel like there was a plan.

"What does pink represent again?" She asked knowing that if she asked directly her knew it all cousin would have to answer directly. But Lydia had surprised her by keeping her mouth shut, a luxury that Rory had rarely hardly had directed at her.

"Romance? Femininity? Nurturing?" She was prying in a way and if Lydia said she was wrong the blonde would only be half confident in herself.

"You're wearing pink tonight too, just because I enjoy color psychology doesn't mean I incorporate it into everything I wear." She hissed abandoning her closet and stalking back to her bathroom.

"No, but you are right now because I also know pink means nostalgia, charm, sweetness, all things you wouldn't mind-affecting Jackson." She was mostly kicking herself for absorbing Lydia's magazine subscriptions like a sponge and patting herself on the back for the fury that rose in her cousin's eyes.

"It's a color Rory, not some kind of weird voodoo magic."

"But it means something to you.

"And it means nothing to him." Looking down at her dress again she crossed her arms over her chest.

It should have been a gotcha moment but it felt empty and when she stalked out it was because of the weight of the silence.

Rory stared at herself in the mirror half an hour later with all the soft pink eyeshadow and lipstick black dress and pink stockings she didn't feel any different. She didn't have the dramatic scene where she saw someone else in the mirror. She didn't feel like a doll dressed up or Cinderella after her fairy godmother came… or her birds depending on which story you were going with.

She was just her, Rory Lovette wearing pink and black.

Maybe she was desensitized and Lydia had played with her one too many times. Maybe she was just a part of the Martin girls where the rigorous beatification treatment was just a normal Tuesday morning. Or maybe and more likely she was just dressed up for a dance she didn't care about with hardly anyone to impress and it took all the fun out of dressing up.

That had to be it.

"I went back and forth about the choker," Lydia said entering the room. She was wearing a light green dress that hugged her body and flared at the sleeves. She looked stunning. When Rory registered the words she had said she touched the Cameo pendant. She wasn't talking about the pendant though. She was doing that thing that people do when they don't want to directly talk about a problem.

"Why green?" She asked, turning to look at her cousin and enjoying the way her dress flared around her thighs. She had to endure the process of putting the petticoat on and taking it off when Nat thankfully decided it was overkill.

"I thought it was cute." The answer was stiff and therefore it wasn't direct. She looked at the pendant again but they were not talking about it.

"Really?"

"Yes, I thought it was cute." She repeated more sternly and Rory backed down. "I almost didn't add the choker." She reiterated taking them back to her original reason for being there.

"Then why did you?"

"Because Tracy doesn't like them, she said they looked tacky." It seemed unlikely that Lydia would care about what Tracy thought but she didn't comment on it. "We saw a display when shopping. It was like the one you were wearing when we met." Or maybe she did, or more likely this was a conversation that needed to be decoded and deciphered.

"So you wanted me to wear a choker to spite her?" Playing along trying to think about what the double meaning was. Was it the dress? Did Tracy want to match colors or something? Did they already have their dresses picked out to match in some way?

"No, I added the choker for other reasons."

"Then what's the point of telling me?"

"I don't care about her opinion," Lydia said confidently, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And that's why you're wearing that dress? Because you're making your own decisions?" The siren girl she had met months ago who had been Regina George Heather Chandler Karen Smith mixed in a hot pot straightened standing taller flipping her hair back.

"I always make my own decisions." She said with that smug upturn in her lips reminding her of the siren she had seen before. And it looked like something had come back that had been missing.

"Even if I have fewer friends than I had before winter break it's their loss." Sniffing she didn't lose her posture, her eyes holding firm eye contact.

Rory had seen how it had affected her before but if it wasn't put in front of her face she didn't think about it now it was there the loss and loneliness. It was obvious that she had expected her friends to be there in her room helping her with her dress and makeup pulling on their dresses. She knew how that sounded Ariel had sat primly in the room as close to the nearest plug sacrificing her fancy clock as the curling iron heated up.

Holly curled her hair while Avey complained about being hungry and some other names that were bringing to blur scolded her for biting.

They had left in a raging storm and Rory had caught a glimpse of them looking stunning, laughing, and confident.

It was cold in the apartment. She was in an oversized threadbare thermal and a pair of knee highs. She had her sister's blanket to keep her warm, the tv to keep her entertained and yet she was so utterly alone. The faces that now blur in her mind didn't even look at her as they left now...

Now it was different and Lydia was standing there her hair was half constructed and Nat had left the straightener on her vanity.

"You're not alone, you know that right?" When Lydia looked away she was pretty sure it was because she was trying to hide her eye roll or maybe it was those watery eyes again.

"Yeah right."

"Seriously you're not you have Allison and me Stilinski," she was cut off by the curt laugh that sounded too stuffy to sound anything but sardonic.

"Right, because I'm so sure the sheriff's son doesn't have a strange little crush on me. He didn't say yes because he was being nice. I can assure you of that." Her chin tilted up and she was blinking rapidly. "Everyone has something to gain."

"Isn't that the game though? Have everyone fallen head over heels for you?"

"No, the point is I'm able to pick whoever I want and, I guess that slipped through my figures huh?" She was looking at her hands clenching them bitterly.

"And you want Jackson?"

"No." she huffed then slipped away back into her room.

Rory didn't pry.

……

There was less than an hour before the dance and Lydia had slipped out f of sight leaving Rory to twirl lazily around her room thinking of everything else that she had let slip into her mind. Things like a girl who had been killed by Peter which is a fact and something that Scott could have easily thrown in her face but he didn't.

Drip

She was somewhere maybe in the preserve right outside of the house. Or in the trunk of a car maybe Peter had put her in Laura's car and driven it somewhere since he had to have the keys.

Drip

Maybe she was gruesomely dismembered and the cops would find her bones piece by piece.. it wasn't exactly clear.

The intense dripping tapped in rhythm and she went to her bathroom first, thinking that she felt the facet on. She shivered as she pulled the curtain back because it wasn't. It was bone dry. So logically she turned to the tub pulling back the curtains just for it to be just as much of a dead end.

Looking at her own reflection in the wall of mirrors she saw another face staring with a full pale delicate face and red cascading hair.

Eyes burning as they always did she stared at Ariel.

Her expression was unreadable even as her full beautiful face slowly turned gaunt. Rory tried to tell herself, convince herself, that she was there for her. To visit as Rory had asked.

Her heels felt weird against the smooth tub but she stepped on getting closer reaching out thinking that maybe she could touch her.

She couldn't.

The mirror was icey against her fingers that lingered over the image of her sister's shoulder. The world flickered like a TV going through channels and the grey tiles turned to tight smooth blue walls. Words were being said from somewhere and the more she looked the more she felt herself being suffocated. Her eyes moved around looking up against the pipes that lead to a black hole and then down where the light was softly…

Her brain stopped completely.

Down at her feet lying over the grate was a curled lump.. of someone. Definitely someone.

The tipping was worse but more than that water rushed from below in the concrete tunnels.

When she tried to dip down afraid that she knew this lump she was back in her bathroom staring into the blue eyes that mocked the blue smooth walls.

"Was that, that was wasn't it? Ela?" She tried to think where that was and why she was seeing it now long after Peter moved her body. There was more in her sister's eye a hidden secret, a familiar look.

'know something you don't know' the words mocked deviously but they were too young and lispy to match the 15-year-old in front of her.

"Someone else is going to die tonight?" She asked to play the game falling into place. Her sister's hair was limp as she turned her head to the side looking at her like she pitied her and that wasn't a normal look.

"Can you tell me who?" She asked as Ariel's head moved to the other side her lips never moved; they were colorless blending in with her too-pale skin. "Can you tell me anything?"

"Why did you let me go?" This voice was perfect for fifteen-year-old Ariel, disappointment stretching over her words.

"You told me you wanted to leave."

"I didn't, I let you go. I wasn't going to force you to stay with me." She didn't seem pleased by the answer as her hands moved at her side showing her palms.

"You should have repaid me." Her voice was becoming harder but never straying from Rory's memories. "I shouldn't have gone first, we both know it's unfair." Ariel's lips turned into a grim smile, sadness suddenly pooling in her eyes.

"I'm stuck or I can't move on.. I don't want to move on, I have, I still have so much potential." She said pleadingly her teeth clamped together behind her clips.

"I know you did but I can't.." Rory forced herself to shut up; she had never told her sister she couldn't do something before, not for her. She had always been able to do what she needed but what could she do now? She had nothing to give and you can resurrect a banshee.. looking at her now she was sure that was what her sister was.

"Maybe I can do research?" She said falling back on her usual method pulling one foot out of the tub. "Maybe I could find a way to bring you back?" She couldn't, she knew that, her grandfather said zombies were as mythological as a unicorn; he said the world had its limits. Even with Banshees there was a long drawn out ritual that she had barely retained during her Harry Potter phase. She knew steps had to be taken, steps that were pointless if the person was already dead.

It took as much as it gave, blood, power, life; it was a balance that only banshees were allowed to tip.

Rory wasn't a banshee, she was a seer.

She was useless and she knew it.

When the door slamming behind her echoed she saw it in her sister's dark eyes that she knew it too. She stared at it slightly stunned, fully moving out of the tub she felt the familiar bunch of her muscles and the even more familiar stubbornness that forced a facade of calmness.

"I didn't deserve this." Ariel cried and it was coming from the mirror over the sink Rory didn't turn around afraid that maybe she was showing the bullet wound the one over her heart. Her eyes stayed trained on the floor. "I want to be whole again!"

"I know."

"No!" Ariel's wrathful screech echoed and Rory kept her eyes to the ground. "You don't, you lived! You lived!"

Her back straightened as the many times those two words came rushing back… they flooded her now that she thought about it. Was it ever her.. of course, it was it had to be.

"I know that!" Whirling around she expected Ariel to be staring at her with a familiar look of hatred but she was gone. "What the hell do you want me to do?"

"Nothing! You just keep doing nothing, you can't do anything for me anymore!" Anger popped and boiled at the base of her stomach.

"I've done everything for you! So, what? Now I'm useless! I'm sorry he did what he did, I'm sorry he.."

"No, no you're not your happy," the accusation was watery and she turned Ariel refused to look her in the eye, shifting to the side.

"I never said that!"

"You didn't have to.." her arms looked small as they wrapped around her frame. "I know you got away, you have your own life. You don't need me anymore."

"That's ridiculous I think about you.."

"You thought about me!" Finally, she looked her in the eyes, and blue clashed with black. "You thought."

"Rory?" A voice said from the door too masculine to be anyone that he lived with. "Hey open the door? Who are you talking to?" she gave Ariel a final pained expression before she turned and the door clicked, he must have been pressing his weight to the door cause he tumbled inside falling over his feet. Once he regained his composure he grabbed her by the shoulders he pulled her behind him like the hero he was. His head turned this way and she could see the strange frantic look in his eyes.

"I was talking.." She looked back and the image in the mirror was gone and all she could see was herself. Self-loathing was reflected in her face. "to my sister? I saw her in the mirror?" She said slowly, turning back to Scott who was still in his school clothes.

"Your sister? How were you?"

"Some seer shit I guess I don't.. I don't know?" She answered honestly as honestly as she could be, she didn't like beating around the bush when it came to Scott. Honesty was easy with him. Pain was easy with him.

"Well okay? Do you do that often? Is that how you talk to Laura?"

"No? No, that was new. Can we drop it?" She wondered if her sister was even in there if she was talking to her own reflection forcing herself to face the fact that she was useless to her sister now.

"I guess, I was going to wait for you down, stairs but I heard you and I got worried. I'm sorry if I interrupted something?" Of course he sounded apologetic Scott McCall would be the odd one to say sorry for possibly interrupting a psychotic delusion, a seer talking to her dead banshee sister.

"Why are you here anyway? Anyway? I thought your mom needed the car?"

"She does but I stopped by the clinic and went to talk to Deaton. I don't think Peter was telling the truth, I don't think Laura was an accident. "Taking something out of his pocket he unfolded a small paper square slowly showing the deer report, the same one that led them to the school in the middle of the night, the same one that led Laura here.

"He said a red-haired nurse came in to get a copy.. the same one that's working with Peter I think he was planning on killing her from the start."

"And you know how? We already know that Peter was the informant that she met in the woods, that much is obvious, what we don't know is if he meant to kill her or not."

"I say not, he killed that girl, remember."

"He was trying to heal her, she was sick." So this was why he didn't do it earlier; she had an excuse. Maybe he thought it was pointless to argue in the hall and in a way it still was no matter where they were.

"And no one has seen her. My mom said that her parents still come by the room. Mrs. Fisher still comes to Stiles' house." The lump might have been at her feet because she felt the weight.

"Right because she's dead she couldn't handle being turned I could have told you that. What are you getting at?"

"Peters, not the good guy, he knew Laura wasn't going to do anything, that's why he lured her here, that's why he stayed anonymous. Don't you think that if his intentions were pure he would have told her it was him." She thought about how Laura still said that she didn't know who she was going to see in the woods. That she died before she could.. or no actually she didn't say that she never said she didn't know who killed her just that she didn't know who she was going to meet.

"He lied to get Derek on his side. He's going to keep killing, keep hurting people and I'm going to stop him." He looked reserved and slightly nervous. "Are you going to help me?"

"I still don't think Peter is public enemy number one but if he's an obstacle in your way," she sighed, feeling the sudden drop in her stomach.

"I know, I know but I talked to Deaton and I asked about him. Peter always thought he deserved to be the alpha of the Hale pack. So he stole it from Laura. It was premeditated Rory I swear it was." Her stomach fluttered as moths took flight and she felt the foreboding settle in.

"Okay okay then we'll get rid of him, we just have to figure out how." A stone weighed her down and anxiety ripped over her chest, a feeling that was too sudden to be.

"What?" He asked, eyes searching for her. "You're scared?" He sounded a bit unsure of himself, his nose twitching as he smelled the air. "I can smell it? Was it something your sister said? Why are you?" She retracted her fear unaware of how attuned Scott was to the emotions around him. But then again sometimes turning enhances your best attributes if you're a strong human you're stronger as a werewolf.

Of course it was only in the realm of possibility werewolves couldn't control emotions if they were an empath. They didn't have the twilight vampire effect but that didn't mean they couldn't feel it. The small shift in feelings, a drop of fear in a tranquil pool was easy to see if you were someone like Scott. Someone who was already sensitive to his mother crying on the couch and his best friend sitting alone.

"Do you see something happening?"

"I can't see the future, I can just see now and then. That's all." She rocked back on her heels clasping her hands together. They weren't cold so she wasn't having a vision but the feeling of the one she was suppressing?

What was it?

…

Scott's mom was wise, pretty and wise. It was a good combination, Rory had been standing in the doorway reveling in the compliment Ms. McCall had given her when entered the McCalls cozy threshold.

She had been sitting on the bed sewing needles and Scott's pants in hand.

"So you two? I'm surprised?" She had said not unkindly but still very confused.

"What? No mom was not together."

"I'm his filler." She said bluntly but it only confused Ms. McCall more.

"We're just going as friends since everyone else has a date. We're kind of the odd ones out."

"But wait, I thought you would be going with Allison?" His mom had said and Rory was surprised she remembered the name. Not that she had any expectations but even Nat still calls Stilinkis 'Noah's son'.

"She's going with someone else look mom I don't want to.." he trailed off looking away his face burning with something akin to either shame or simple embarrassment.

"We'll at least you're still getting out there, I'd hate for you to be, I don't know, hold back?" Again Ms. McCall didn't say it unkindly, in fact she sounded extremely picky with her words, careful not to sound too overbearing or critical.

"Mom, no , we're just friends."

"Well I know that I'm just, look the point is you're still going even though Allisons going with someone else. It's strong, I know how torn up you were.."

"Mom please I'm not moving on.. if Rory hadn't asked me.." he looked at her as if apologizing and she leaned against the frame lazily. "I would be going alone, I would have rather gone alone."

"Well Scott that's not," she looked for the words focusing on her stitch work. "That's not exactly healthy if it doesn't work out, you know it's okay to move on."

"Just not with me." Rory added in jokingly hoping to relive some of the tension but it had only formed more on Scott's part.

"I don't want to move on mom, there's no other girl I want," he took a second less than that, maybe to rephrase his sentence. "It's just Allison, okay no one else." She found that she liked McCall the first time she met her looking at Stilinski like he was mad now she knew that if there was a lottery for mother's Scott had hit the jackpot.

Her speech about telling a girl you love her about giving words was moving and awkward but it was touching. And it did something for Scott: it lit a fire that was burning in his eyes as they drove up the drive of the school.

She watched the flames in his dark eyes and resonated with them.

Before they separated she watched in amusement as he maneuvered up the side of the school using the newly installed fire escapes. She clapped for him when he reached the roof and he beamed down at her like he had surprised himself with his own skill.

Her stomach knotted the farther she strayed from him which she couldn't tell if it was because he was the wolf and she was the raven or if something was actually going to happen tonight.

She found her group quickly. Lydia's green dress wasn't hard to miss but she ignored it, opting to go in without them instead she knew that Finstock would be on the prowl and if she wanted to dance with everyone before Scott came she would need to skip the formalities.

The gym looked bigger one of the blechers pulled back .Two men were up on a stage singing as people maneuvered around the drinks and others slowly got into the dance floor. She had her eyes open for vermilion before she stepped inside and when she found it sitting alone, mournfully. Her long golden legs tucked in close to the side and she sighed. She didn't know if Erica was going to actually show up or not but why waste a dress?

Taking a breath she let the harla quinn skin slip over her then stepped inside head high not letting a single thought of looking like an idiot eat at her. Because after she didn't give a damn what these people thought.

Getting onto the open bleachers was easy slipping up behind Erica easier then that , her hands folding over her shoulders and she straightened.

"Hey, i'm glad you made it," she said over the music far enough from her head not to be too creepy.

"Yeah." Erica sighed heavily and she sounded regretful tilting her head, her hair spilled over the girl's shoulder as she gagged her face. Her head was titled to the snack table and Rory followed the line of sight.

A group of boys were slowly and discretely spiking one of the bowls of punch.

"Which ones Taylor?" She asked completely assuming she should have gotten a golden star because Erica pointed to the look out who was eyeing Finstock who was doing a strange dance to the music.

"That one.. he picked me up he even said he liked my dress but when we got here.." she trailed off her chin tilting down. "I don't understand when he's like we're alone hes so sweet but when he gets around the other lacrosse players he's is suddenly a jerk."

"He just has an ego." Rory scoffed standing and moving until she was blocking the line of sight between Erica and Taylor. "Dont even worry about it. You look great and you should flaunt that even if he's doesnt want to." She bent at the waist bowing slightly offering her hand and feeling the same hard stone in the base of her stomach but if she had to make a fool of herself to show off how stunning Erica looked in her dress she would.

She hesitated her eyes dropping down to her own hands uncertain.

"This isn't even a love song, it's literally perfect, come on." Stepping off the bleachers she kept her hand extended gaging how long she would be on the floor since Super massive Black hole was a decently long song.

There was a moment where she thought she was going to be turned down but then Erica took her hand. Grinning, she led her taller partner to the floor making sure to keep a distance between them. She was made to lead while keeping Erica the spectacle and if they made a mistake she would laugh like she wasn't embarrassed.

She spun her despite her height difference. She hoped that if she had fun it would rub off and the more Erica focused on her the easier it got. They danced around each other and she struck a pose as the last lyric blew through the speakers. It was funny enough to get Erica to pause and that's all that mattered.

People around them came back into few and she felt less ridiculous knowing they were dancing two. It wasn't one of those dances where the girls were pressed to one side and the boys were at the other. Partners mingled around each other looking genuinely happy to be there. It made things easier when she spun Erica into the next song. It was just as upbeat as the last and she knew that the moment a slow song started she would have to lead her back to the bleachers.

Erica wobbled a bit on her heels and it seemed she took the advice Lydia had thrown at her except one. She wore tall heels when she was told to wear a kitten. It was fine though they were read and cut throat and they were the catalyst of Taylor's approach.

Or at least she guessed it was since he couldn't stop looking at them his eyes flickered down as he came closer eyes glued to the taller girls thighs as she spun and the tool swirled around them.

An older song came on when Rory left them to it, promising to keep an eye out for the next dance. Erica didn't look at her, she marveled at Taylor who took her waist.

She was okay with that.

Because she went for her next target. She let herself act high as she spun across the floor looking happier then she actually was. She glided past couples slowing their pace and getting closer. When she found Lydia she looked bored, pretending to stare at her nails but looking over at Jackson who was taking Danny's seat.

Stilinkis looked over at her every two seconds silently pleading with his eyes for her to dance with him but the silent approach for whatever reason wasn't working. Go figure.

"Come on Lydia, sway with me!" She cheered, taking the girl's hand and unlike Erica she didnt give her a chance to decide if she wanted to or not

Unlike with Erica, Rory didn't hold back she took the hands positioning them like it they were danceing to salsa rather than the blues. She was quickly taken over as Lydia laughed slightly showing off for the crowd and more importantly Jackson who they were maybe 10 feet away from.

Her and Lydia were closer to height but she still spun her around, they were less clunky and she laughed less not needing to cover mistakes with silliness. With Lydia it was serious. She was on a mission, she took every eye from on dance floor and put it on herself without trying. Rory was her puppet up until the last blow of the trumpet.

Rory let her head fall in a dramatic laugh feeling high as she followed Lydia who would grip her hand tighter when she made a mistake.

When they finally went back to the tables it was on Lydia's orders. Her eyes were still darting back to Jackson who had moved to the tables pouring what she suspected was vodka into his friend's blue cups.

Stilinski was staring at her, almost marveling at her bravery to just take Lydia and force her on the dance floor. But in truth she had no control of the dance; it was all Lydia so she could move and sway in her dress. To show herself off.

"Allison's next hold still." She grinned at him as Lydia crossed her legs looking satisfied.

She could see Tracy and Dia a few tables away looking over to the strawberry blonde they hadn't left their seats from what she saw, not with their dates talking.

She moved to Allison who was staring at Jackson who hadn't taken her out on the floor.

"Al?" She said putting her hand out like she did all the others. "Dance with me?" Allison took a second looking over at Jackson who was taking a swig of his liquid his eyes glazing over.

"I-" she looked at her date again who had seemed lose all interest in her then back at Rorys hand and smiled sheepishly. "Sure." The song was fast and she walked backwards until they were on the floor, her fourth dance of the night as a win really. Not to mention Scott hadn't been publicly removed by his teeth by Finstock yet which was another win.

She didn't have to dance around her like she did with Erica and she wasn't a puppet like she was for Lydia instead Allison was her first as they settled into a rhythm.

"I know we haven't talked a lot this week." Allison said as Rory swayed to the beat jumping a bit.

"Yeah? What about it?" She hadn't talked much during her other dances. Talking made her think and thinking reminded her that she was surrounded by people. She was a dancing clown and it was easier if she thought if one person was her main focus.

"I just want to say.." she heated her movement, coming to a stutter and Rory took her hand trying to indicate that she needed to speed up. "Look Rory, I'm sorry." She admitted and Rory brows creased as they hit the bridge.

"For what?" She was slowing down feeling heavy suddenly, that forbidding feeling coming over her again.

"For.. look I didn't tell him.. not exactly I just.. I was scared." Her words were blurring with the song and her dark brows were becoming more and more guilty. "It didn't feel right, having everyone here and not having protection." She confessed and Rory had stopped her brows furrowing more.

"Allison what the hell are you.."

"McCall!" Finstolks voice echoed over the crowd and she turned to see Scott who had been a bit slow for a werewolf. It was almost comical watching him run down the bleachers in normal speed running away from a crack out manic.

Looking back Allison had seemed to clam up before a smile came softly on her lips.

"He made it… he's here." She was talking more to herself, her hands fisting at her sides.

The stone, the one that had been sitting in her stomach, iced over and every limb in her body felt icey. She expected a vision but nothing came.. nothing at all.

"Looks like he came just to get thrown out." Lydia said snidely coming up beside the amused by the interruption she, Stilinski followed up next to her like a puppy who had won the lottery.

"He'll find a way." Allison grinned confidently watching him get Danny out of his chair and wrapping his hands around his neck.

Finstolks stumbled over his words looking between the two boys and the crowd and just as Allison said the man relented which was something Rory wasn't sure he was capable of.

By the time the music started back up Lydia had dragged Stilinski away giving him the slow dance of his dreams and Allison had moved away from her leaving her alone on the dance floor. She watched Scott hastily get away from Danny and found Allison instantly. She watched them together and it felt like she was in a different plane of existence. She saw herself standing in the middle of the crowd as they slowly closed in on each other.

"Hope is alive in these angel eyes tonight, are we bringing out fears to rest?" The song played on ear and she tried to keep the jester over her skin and push down the dread her eyes searched for a partner she could pull off the bleachers. "I'm a hunter seeking game." Her swaying body stopped and she looked back at the couple.

The skin was slipping so it was hard to keep control when she felt like one step forward would cause the floor to break under her feet. She felt like the music was blurred in her ears.

What was Allison apologizing about?

Telling someone needing protection. The answers laid under the skin of her words and Rory knew she knew because Allison had been staring since they went dress shopping keeping her distance. What else did she say?

She told him but not exactly?

He wasn't Scott because Scott was leaning in to kiss her. So what other him was there other than her other him.

Her father, him.

She told her father that she thought a werewolf was going to be at the dance. But if she did, why didn't she see it? She had touched bare hands. She should have seen it where was it?

Was Allison confessing to her dad?

Paranoia slipped over her not breaking down her clown disguise? She heaved at the sight of red hair that caught in her peripheral vision. She felt for a moment that it was Ariel knowing full well that banshees were harbingers of death. That it was their job to lead the dead beyond the mortal plane and if she was here it would mean someone was going to die.

"Someone is going to die tonight." Those were her own words now hitting her like a freight train.

Who was it? Scott?

The hunters were going to go after him? Or maybe it was Derek? Who no one could find being held prisoner by Kate. She hoped Kate would somehow die.

Watching the redhead pick up a purse and look at her phone and put it to her ear she breathed because it wasn't Ariel it was Lydia who she refused to admit that her hair was red. It wasn't strawberry blonde. Not red.

That made her feel even a little bit better and when Lydia put her purse back down, she said something to Stilinski and handed it to him to keep safe.

She stalked up the table as she slipped out the door, her anxiety still there but she had one more dance to do.

"Two songs." She mused slipping up behind him just like she did with Erica.

"I know!" He beamed like a five year old in an enduring way. "She was so close!"

"So why did she leave?" She asked, sipping down. "Is she going to slip into the bathroom and you join her a couple minutes later?" She asked, clearly teasing, knowing Lydia would never do it in a bathroom. Every surface of her house was one thing but she wouldn't screw in a bathroom.

"Hey, you can't take this away from me! This is the best night of my freaking life!" She continued to stare at him and he slumped knowing that he couldn't avoid her question. "She went to find Jackson." He said finally and she gave his shoulders a squeeze.

Stepping in front of him she put out her hand bowing slightly trying to mimic her previous actions. Trying to feel the same high.

He looked at it then letting out a laugh he took it groaning a hit as he stood. "You sound like an old man."

"And you dance like a chipmunk on crack." He shot back and she led him to the floor. When they found a spot she noticed his respect immediately moving away his hand at the place where her rips ended. She ignored that stepping in closer and twisting her arms around his neck her heels let her get closer to his ear and she took the opportunity to get closer so he could hear her.

He stiffened before she could even get the chance to speak his shoulder tense under her arms. "Uh Rory? Are you okay?" He asked and she ignored him again.

"I think Allison told her dad." She whispered her hands pressing against his neck nails kneading into the skin. If he hadn't froze from her advances he froze then his head moved looking over her shoulder.

"Rory, Rory Scott's gone, Scot and Allison? They're gone." He was panicking now and she dug her nails in deeper, pressing her eyes into his shoulder hoping for something of any kind of vision of Scott or Allison or Mr. Argent.

Instead she saw Lydia standing on the field calling Jackson's name.

"Did Jackson answer?" She asked pulling away from him.

"No? No, he sent her a text." Pulling back he grabbed the purse on his arm, something he had promised to keep for Lydia and pulled out her phone. "yeah see it's right here he texted her."

"No." Stepping back she turned and ran out the same way that Lydia went she felt Stilinski behind her and they stopped standing In Front of Jackson who was opening the door almost mechanically. He was sweating, his blue eyes haunted.

He was alone.

"Jackson? What.. What are you doing here, where's dia?"

"Lydia? I.. I don't know she didn't come with me.. she.. look I did.. I said.. I saw."

"Lydia dumbass, where's Lydia?" The feeling of the one that had been sinking the prophecy from her sister..

"I don't know!" He raged. "I did something I saw." Her mind was flickering bright lights flooding the dim hall.

"Fuck!" Ignoring him she ran out the front down the stone steps and around the school where the field was lit up like a Christmas tree. Heels weren't made for running but she would have broken her whole leg if it meant getting to her on time if it meant saving her. She didn't know what she was saving her from when she ran. She felt sunk into the soft dirt and despite everything she was still lagging behind Stilinski who was doing a full sprint.

"Lydia!"

"Get over here!" She screamed as she saw the man tall with a. Foreboding red in his shirt red red red.

Lydia turned to look at them as the man moved closer and then she looked back at the mouth filled with fangs that were coming right for her horror, froze her blood and she staggered as Lydia let out a scream that should be considered impossible. If there was even a moment that she hoped the scream would deter him she was wrong because bent his body, his open mouth connecting with her side and she fell into his arms.

His teeth were still in her when Stilinski slid across the grass and when he finally took them out the blood Lydia's blood was sliding down his chin.

Unlike Stilinski who stopped just a few inches away she crashed into his shoulders the one her cousin wasn't in and then tried to fling her body onto hers. Peter acted faster than she could; he took her by the back of her throat, keeping her where she landed. She watched as the green turned red. He lowered Lydia slowly until she was laying on the ground and Rory tried to fling herself again, this time he let her. She draped herself over Lydia's body wrapping herself around her as much as she could.

His hand was on her neck again, claws digging into her skin.

She didn't bother glaring up at him, instead she stayed focused on her bleeding cousin seeing the deep gashes formed in a curved line. Her silly little brain thought even then how they were going to cover this up.

"Where's Derek?" She could hear him in her ear, his nails scratching over the back of her skin. He could get into her mind if he wanted to but he was doing this..

"Fuck you!" She never had a decent response to this kind of thing, not when people she loved were bleeding. It brought out a nasty side one that Peter wasn't willing to deal with if his tightened grip was anything to go off of.

"I'll kill her if you don't tell me?" His temper was flaring but it only caused her to double down, dipping closer to Lydia side where he had bitten and she saw something mixing with the blood, something white..

Her pulse raced as she stuck her hand out to examine it only to be stopped by clawed hands. "I said shove it up your-"

"Rory! Stop, stop , you're only going to make it worse!" Stilinski hissed and she spared him a glance. "I have no idea where he is but we know that he got caught by Kate, okay she has him! Now please just let us go.. please." Peter moved his attention, finding Stilinski no matter how shaken, more responsive and therefore more useful.

Rory tried to finger out what the white substance was when she was ceremoniously thrown off her head knocked against Stilinski's chest and she tried to spring up but his arms caged her.

"One of you is going to find him, or I'm going to kill her." His nails trailed over the exposed skin of her neck that looked about as fragile as wet paper at the moment.

"What the fuck happened to just the guilty!" She knew it was bullshit even when she was defending him. Her idiot brain was so focused on Kate's demise she ignored Scott and all his warnings.

"You, your, the detective, tell me where Derek is. Where can I find him."

"I don't know that I swear to God I don't know.. she is bleeding so much! She's rejecting the bite. Please let us just save her!" Rory looked at him wondering if he had found some kind of invisible section that said a person could survive a rejection. Because that wasn't something that could happen. Only someone who was already supernatural could fight against the transformation.

"You don't want her to be a werewolf, that 's fine, I can keep her from turning but first we are Derek." He lied so calmly and she felt her body coil. "Or I could just save us the trouble and rip her apart."

Rory tried to pounce again, as he moved himself over her body, again Stilinski held her to his chest his heart was beating into her back his breath came out a ragged puff above her head. His chin was digging into her hair and it hurt because he was so damn boney.

They were terrified staring at the girl bleeding under a man who could make do on his promise of killing her.

"Scott's phone!" Stilinski's arms pressed into her tighter; he was holding her like a teddy bear and she didn't blame him. It was the rapid thump of his heart against her back that was keeping her sane. "Scott lost his phone when he was fighting Derek! Derek could have taken it!"

"And why would he do that? If I could simply hear him I wouldn't be here preying on a poor girl." Peter said in a soft condescending voice Rory tried to spring and Stilinkis didn't even let her move her arms were pinned to her side she had nowhere to go.

"Did you even try looking for him!" She ground out between clenched teeth that were going to lead to a headache. "How do you lose your own beta? Sounds like you're just a shit alpha!" She had a thing for digging her heel into things like she did with Goodmen when she found a weak spot she enjoyed digging.

He didn't answer, instead he bared his big teeth, his eyes flashing red and she felt herself pressing further into Stilinski terror making her limbs go dead.

He looked decently satisfied at her fear and he turned to Stilinski. "What about his phone?"

"I can track it! Okay I have.. I have an app and I just have to put in his information but I.. I left my phone inside on the table okay I.. I need to go get it!" She couldn't tell if he was lying but she knew guys didn't usually just leave their stuff anywhere that's why they had the deep pockets.

"Can you use any phone?" He asked pulling out a phone that she guessed was Jackson's.

"I mean, I guess, I could." Stilinkis said slowly losing his grip around her to reach for the phone only for Peter to pull away.

"Not here," he paused, lifting his head and looking very much like a dog in the process.

Her mind flickered and she tried to force it away putting her hands on Stilinski forearm to get rid of the freezing feeling but it came hitting her like a wave.

"Come on this way!" Allison said, leading Scott lightly by the hand to slaughter a pig.

"We're are we going?"

"Somewhere we can be alone!" She was purring, stepping closer and then pulling back, enticing him with her scent.

"Alone where? We're going!" Despite all his questions he followed without thought. Her stomach plummeted and she noticed that unlike other times she was on the outside looking in and not in Scott himself.

"Come on over here!"

She flashed back and she was reminded that Allison had told her that she told her dad… she was going to turn in Scott!

Her legs wobbled as she looked at Lydia who was lying under the alpha! The fucking alpha and the Argents the great werewolf hunters were going after a little beta when her cousin was bleeding out! They were supposed to be here to protect them, that's what Allison wanted and Lydia was lying under Peter, a clear casualty to their negligence!

"What are they doing?" She sucked in through her teeth and she felt Stilinski's head move.

"That's right Raven, the supposed good guys are over there going after a harmless teenager all the while I could have killed everyone in that gym and they wouldn't have even known!" Her chest was burning, the heat rising up her throat, a roaring inferno. "They can't save anyone," looking down at Lydia, his face becoming sympathetic, "and do you want to know the worst part is not because they can't, it's because they won't."

"What? What's going on?" His breath was warm on her cheek and she sucked in looking at the surprisingly peaceful look on her cousin's face.

"Allison's dad's here he's going after Scott." She solemnly felt his back go slack. Her arms wiggled until one was free and she reached out to touch her.

"So the hunters are here? Right now?"

"That's right and all their focus is on your best friend." Peter started softly he moved it to Lydia his hand ghosting over her temple. "If Lydia dies remember they were here and still couldn't save her."

"That.. that doesn't make it right! You bit her! You!" Stiles reasoned anger, lacing his words and causing her fire to run up her tongue. "All that bullshit about it just being the people who deserved it! You killed Ela fisher! You're threatening to kill Lydia! No you.." he was losing his voice starting words but not being able to finish them.

"I was helping her." Peter said in the same low dark voice looking up at them through his lashes. "Trying to save her, yes her death was a tragedy but it was inevitable, and if you don't help me I won't spare a single soul do you understand." He was talking slowly as Lydia's blood started to feed the grass below them. "So help me or I'll kill her and I won't stop there I'll kill everyone in your lives! Is that clear?" The face they were staring at could hardly be considered human. The animalistic look in his eyes was that of a mad man.

"No.. I- I mean yes it.. it's clear!" He nodded , reaching out and taking Rory's limp wrist and bringing it back into his hold. "Well go with you just let me call someone please, okay we'll do what you want we'll find Derek but we're not leaving her here." Her brain has shut off and she was his rag doll to move and place.

Sighing, Peter examined the phone he had taken before handing it over and handing it to Stiles.

"Call someone from the school, don't call the sheriff or 911, only someone from the school." He said slowly and he reached out taking the phone looking as she watched the screen silently being pulled in and out of reality as she watched Scott jump on top of two cars before they could crush him, his betrayed eyes looking up at Allison who looked terrified.

"Danny? Danny! Get Jackson tell him to come out to the field something happened.. tell him it's Lydia!" Stiles' voice echoed and she watched Scott jump over the bus running for the woods. He paused for a second hearing something but with footsteps right behind him he ran.

"Dad! Dad it really was him!" Allison cried but she couldn't see her. "it was him hes.. I can't.." she was crying and everything that flooded over her heart wasn't pitty.

If Scott was lured out if the Argents weren't focused on him then Lydia.. Lydia could have had a chance..

"Rory, come one, come on." She felt herself being pulled up and she didn't resist looking around her. She expected to see Ariel and maybe the ghost of El staring at her. Vengeful at her own negligence how Rory turned a blind eye on both of them and like Lydia was leaving them there for someone else to pick up.

She didn't say anything when Stilinski put her in the backseat like she was a child. She curled into a ball and tried to watch Lydia watch to see when someone got there when she stopped being food for the grass.

Her mind flickered; it was like all at once she could see everything.

Jackson's horrified face as he slowly approached Lydia's body. It passed her eyes and moved to her running into the school screaming at the top of his lungs her body.

A voice echoed in the distance a male with a thick accent "We've got a problem, there's a girl bleeding one of the students she is bleeding.."

"Hello! Hello I'm calling from Beacon Hills. There's a girl.. Lydia Lydia that's her name she's bleeding hello?"

"Lydia?"

"Lydia as in Lydia Martin!"

"Hello! Hello mom! Mom, someone's bleeding, something attacked her, come get me please!"

"Jackson? My god what happened?"

Chaos roared around her skull, screaming and crying in panic.

"Noah! Noah, something happened at the school. It was the Martin girl who was attacked!" Sirens blared and colors blurred her vision. She didn't know she was crying until she saw herself huddled in the back of the jeeps and then she was gone again, her tears abandoned in favor of Allison who was almost in the same position.

"You did good sweetie, you did good."

"You're not going to hurt him! Right, you're just going to catch him right?"

"Well, do what we have to do alright."

"No dad please.. I-"

The phone screamed and she watched Argent pick up the phone.

"There's chaos going on at the school have you heard?" Kate asked and she saw her standing outside a door.

"Meet me at the house Kate, I'll be there soon!"

"Aren't you curious? What's happening?" She asked, enjoying the anger in her brother's voice.

"The house Kate." He hung up after.

"Kate? What's going on? What was she talking about, what about the school? Did something happen?"

"Scott?" This time it was Deaton she knew his tranquil voice over the throng of sounds and syllables being thrown in her face.

"I don't know-" "I got a call from Stiles he-" "Lydia she-" sentences weren't even forming anymore, simply running past each other in a blur. They crossed and clashed. "Is she-" "Someone call her-"

"Mrs. Martin!"

Oh Christ, Nat!

Her hands curled and she felt her fingers go slick against her sliding easily and she was forced back the voices dulled as she looked at the red that stained her hands. Lydia's red.. Lydia's blood.

"What's going on in the world, Raven?" She met Peter's eyes as he looked back at her like it was any other Friday night.

"Chaos." She bit back curling her lip and glowering.

"Chaos?" He repeatedly tested it on his tongue. "And to think this could have been avoided if Kate had kept to herself." The silence lingered over them and she expected a witty comment from Stilinski's who was speeding down the road.

"Oh come on, don't feel bad you'll live. Teenagers are perfect for the change."

"Ela wasn't!" Stiles scoffed.

"Ela was sick.. she didn't have the will left in her."

"Right and say she does change! Once a month she'll go out of her freakin' mind and tear me apart!"

"Well no girls are far more aggressive than guys. She'll need guidance or she'll rip everyone apart." He waved it off nonchalantly and Stiles coffee again a small 'oh my god' slipping out.

"So she has to start reporting to you? I'd rather she die." It wasn't true she didn't want someone else to die but she couldn't see Lydia happy with being a werewolf. Furthermore she couldn't see herself dying from it either.

"Don't say that. Contrary to what you want to believe, I'm a natural born leader and after I get my revenge, rebuilding my pack would be my next goal." He didn't have a tell but she knew he was lying. Anything he had to say became sour after he sunk his teeth into her cousin's side.

"Right because people are going to be lining up to join you people just love to follow psychopaths." It seemed Stiles was past the point of

"Well I'll have you two you did well with Scott I'm sure you'll be the same with the girl… Lydia was it?" Great he knew her name Rory didn't know if that made her want to sneer or vomit.

"Right so you make the werewolves and we babysit them. That's really great, great leadership.." Stilinkis said dryly, turning the car.

"You, Stiles could be our emery, you could train under Deaton and of course Rory would be our raven." He looked at both of them like a parent in the front seat directing his children so they didn't act up. "And you will follow me because without me Scott and Lydia would be omegas, which I'm sure with all your research, you know the consequences of that." There was so much mockery on his voice it boiled and popped. He was threatening them and she had Lydia's blood on her hands so who was she to comment.

"Great, do you want me to be a doctor too? Want me to heal your child army when they get hit by gunfire?" Stiles snarked powering on with his sarcasm and she knew how terribly scared he was.

"You know teenagers are so fickle. If I were to say you were a child you would complain but you can call yourself a child when it's convenient." He sounded like a condescending father, his voice soft and relaxed edging on a callus.

"Sure you want us in your pack? Cause I can assure you we're all like this. You know the brains are not done developing until at least 25 and yet you want to give hormone filled teenagers a set of claws and fangs."

"And don't forget the super strength, the hearing, think of all the school fights that's going to cause." She finally said.

"And of course you're gonna have to pay for the damages and probably bail."

"Scott was the exception not the rule."

There was a low gruff nose at the base of his throat and it was more then obvious that he wasn't enjoying the blatant taunting. When they drove up the length of the parking garage Peter had surprised them by staying so calm about it all. But then again someone like him had no reason to get upset when he was a big bad alpha dealing with two children.

"You're not going to get away with this, you know you still killed people." Stiles took another shot and of course didn't get much back in response."

"Stiles, why even bother we're nothing to him." She sighed curled deeper into herself. Her head felt strangely light but the voices had stopped.. "A seer and a detective, what can we do? We can solve the murder but we can't stop it."

"That's exactly right." He sounded fatherly again and proud like she had solved a puzzle. "You two can say all you like but it will change nothing. I'm in control here." The parking garage was familiar in the low lights and greenish grey walls. They were at peters apartment complex was starting to

When Stiles parked she watched the idly, her heavy legs wobbling as she got out of the jeep and by the time they reached the black car she couldn't remember if she shut the door or not? Her memory wavered as she tried to think and remember the slam. Those thoughts drained when she saw the body lying crookedly in the trunk. The white blood stained dress lured her closer more than morbid curiosity could create.

Her nails barely scratched the blood when she was pulled back Peter had her hand up over her head.

"Now, you shouldn't have to see that!" He snatched a bag in her arms with another hand and she wondered why she had it.

"Why did you? You killed her? You said!" Stiles cried as the trunk slammed shut.

"She was going to turn me in after she had no reason to keep working with me after she found out about Ela. I had to stop her." Rory wondered for a minute what that would have looked like, the fight between villain and henchmen.

"All that tells us is you're really bad at keeping your promises." Rory scoffed as he unzipped the bag and opened the flap. "And your allies, how exactly was she going to turn in a comatose patient?"

"She kept an extensive record of my recovery. In fact it's all right here." He patted the laptop, it had a USB sticking out of it and she guessed she was in the middle of transferring it when Peter got to her. He took it out and made a show of snapping it in half with two fingers.

"Well good luck getting a signal out here and I doubt anyone here is just going to give you their wifi passwords." Peter didn't answer instead he pulled out a flat device looking it over briefly before handing it over.

"Oh look at that, a hot spot.." Stiles mused dryly. "Guess we don't have to go knocking down every door and threaten bodily harm.

"Jennifer wrote her findings in oddly remote places; it was almost as if she was scared of something."

"Right." Rory listened to their banter, the dry disdain and blatant mockery almost made them sound like a family , a sad twisted little family. Or maybe it was the fear of death that was keeping him complacent.

"What happens after you find Derek?" Stiles asked as she pressed her fingers into the trunk door wanting to pry it open. "Your going to kill Kate? Then what? What's the plan are you gonna say somehow magically recovered from third degree burns. Or are you going to avoid being a medical miracle, get a new identity and fake your own death? What is it? What's the plan?"

"I'm going to go after the responsible.." she scoffed audibly.

"Cut the shit you tried to kill a 16 year old girl who had nothing to do with any of this. Kate's been in town for weeks and she's still alive. You should have just killed her and got on with your life but you're just circling her." Scoffing she ignored the warning glances to shut up. Stilinski was closer then she was therefore he felt more subdued she had the distance.

"You can't simply kill an Argent, especially one as high up as Kate argent."

"How did you even know that killing her lackys would even draw her to town?" She asked abandoning her interest in the dead body and looking around the car opening the back door.

"He probably didn't." She heard stiles mutter and she found that it was easier for him to be a little shit when he wasn't alone. "Kill the helpers then track down Kate, build up a pack in the process is that about right?"

Looking under the seats she didn't know exactly what she was looking for, maybe some spare money, a taser , something to entertain her. It wasn't clear but he ignored her nosyness and instead he focused on stiles.

"You know Scott is not going to help you kill him right? I've been begging him to kill literally every obstacle in the way and he just doesn't." Crawling into the car she felt around under the seat it occurred to her why she was so interested. The car was completely cleaned out. There wasn't a speck of dirt on the ground or wrappers laying around. Jennifer was a nurse and there wasn't a single energy drink in the cup holder. There wasn't even a coat thrown in the back seat.

There was nothing.

It was too clean.

"-I don't know!" Stiles cried and she quickly got backed out of the car seeing his head smashed into the keyboard.

"Yes you do! You know both of them."

"Hey, fuck face smashin' his face into the keyboards not going to get you access so ease up!" Of course she said from a distance away from the monster of a man, but still she couldn't stand how easily the Hale men took to manhandling Stilinski.

Peter didn't ease up but he didn't press him harder instead he got closer to Stiles' squished face and spoke slowly low enough for her to hear. It was probably a threat, something he'd do to her or Lydia or someone.

She didn't care to catch it sinking deeper into the car. Crawling backwards and checking the center console where there weren't even any napkins stuffed there for quick on the go meals.. if the nurse used this car it was rarely that or Peter took the time to clean it.

She reached over knocking on the console hoping that she would find something interesting like a false bottom perhaps. It was pointless shutting her console again she crawled over it playing with the dials for a moment before fully getting the passenger seat. She was about to pull open the hatch when she saw another freaked hand brush over it breathing hard and fast before she stopped and looked around.

'No.. no he'd find it.. that's bastard.. no it has to be," twisting she stuck her pale area under the seat putting a long thing object there. She hadn't heard the thoughts of the people she saw before it was different and she didn't feel much of their panic unless she was inside them but she didn't question getting on the floor she stuck her hand under the seat copying Jennifer.

She felt around patting at it until she felt something hard and long and pulling it out disappointment flooded her. It was white and not black. It was folded and not a thin solid piece of plastic.

Unfolding it she found a picture in it. Ela looked maybe a bit younger and in a green back yard she was smiling at the camera, a familiar dog standing next to her. Jennifer stood next to Mr. And Mrs. Fisher.

"It was her birthday before she got admitted." A voice whispered it was that strong deep voice that she remembered. "She was in and out but a bit after that she had to stay in the hospital permanently.. she's dead now and it's all my fault." Tears collected in her eyes but they weren't her's.

"I should have never fallen for his lies." The words broke off and she sobbed somewhere. This was different then what she was used to; the dead usually stayed in her head, not outside of it whispering to her.

"This is the name isn't it? Of the women who did this to you? This was her name wasn't it?" The same voice asked and she saw Jennifer holding a flier with the very dog that was in the picture smiling out to the world.

"A… subdivision of her yes but not quite her? Where.. did you get this?" The voice that responded was raspy and flat and she could see the burns they were healing slowly and it was miraculous to see her mind changed to Ela how her blood would flow easily through her healthy beating heart. How she would be stronger than she ever was before.

"They're up all over downtown it took forever to tear them all down.. Hugo doesn't want her to know that Bailey got away; it would break her."

"But it wouldn't kill her." He said and there was a slow hatred that sat at the bottom of her stomach but she didn't let it show. "tell her.x

"Excuse me?"

"Tell her."

"Mr. Hale I'm not going.."

"Tell her that her mother let her dog get lost, or our arrangement is over and I'll find someone else to help me." She stared at him stunned, feeling put off and titled.

"I'm not doing that.."

"Fine there will always be another Ela Fisher, another desperate loved one who wants the gift of power."

She came out of the vision slowly looking at the small droplets that ran down the photo. Her lips quivered and she stopped them since the tears weren't her's. It was strange how much she felt the coil in her stomach. Visions weren't usually like this; they didn't affect her the same way the other person did.

She didn't particularly enjoy expressing emotions that weren't her's. Another tear hot the photo and she decided that she hated it.

Another vision hit and she saw Mrs. Fisher folded a heart monitor and then watch in horror rather than awe when she threw it at the wall narrowly missing her head.

"This is all your fault! You put ideas in her head you gave her that car! And now! Now she's gone! My …" the woman, she knew it was Dedra somehow, sank to the bed grabbing at the blanket that had been stuffed in the box gathering it into her chest and breathing deeply.

Her stomach coiled tightly, rage and fury twisted around pain and booze.

"I'm.. I'm sorry Jen, it's just I feel so helpless.." she felt helpless too.. "I just don't want her to be gone and no one is helping us, no one!"

"You could talk to the sheriff." Rage fanned up her stomach as Dedra let out a dismissive scoff.

"Noah not doing a damn thing he thinks she's a run away therefore she's not worth his time. Hugo has worked for that man for over 15 years." She hiccuped and she had a feeling that was drunk because that's how she spent her time after six now drunk and raving. "He was there when my baby was born and he turned his back on him. I bet if it was his boy he'd be looking, sending out every team imaginable.. I tell you, every team! But when it's Ela, when it's our baby, forget about it!"

Jennifer neared her and hugged her at the shoulders because that was all she could give.. she could tell her that Ela was safe couldn't say that she found a way to save her she could only sit there and let the women cry.

The memory had a sour coating; the thoughts and feelings were rotten and sickeningly acidic.

When she came out of it she was surprised that the picture was crumbled in her hands and instead it was safe and sound there she folded it back up and put it in its spot. Not knowing why Jennifer had decided to come to her and tell her all this. Rory had a chance to help and save Ela but she didn't. She was just as useless as the bite was. She only half way knew where she was and what was that supposed to do?

Was she supposed to leave an anonymous tip to check the sewage system?

"You had all the tools and did nothing." The voice whispered. "you let her die."

"Oh," she said, sniffing a bit from the false emotions, her fingers wiping at her tear ducts. " You want me to feel bad? For someone I never met before? That's kind of hard."

"I want you to care. You had the opportunity to save her over and over and you ignored her."

"And what if i would have embraced it she would have lived , we all have our own shit lady!" She bit back looking for her expecting the white walls to rise and to see her body and of course when she expected it it didn't come. She was just being lectured by the dead.

"She's in a sewage drain under the school. He stuffed her body in one of the pool's drainage systems a few nights after he attacked you. Please just let someone find her, give her parents peace." Looking around she wanted to see the voice she was about to disappoint but it seemed to know her plan because it stayed disembodied.

"I'm not.. I can't just tell the police that what am I supposed to do, leave a note on the front desk?"

"Her parents deserve.."

"Then you do it!" Opening the door she tumbled out finding both Peter and Stiles still staying at the screen of the computer.

"He's at his house?"

"Not at it, under it." Looking off he looked extremely pleased. "The pack will have its first official meeting tonight." He announced, sounding proud in a way.

"Of course Lydia will have to miss out but if she does survive I'll be sure to seek her out. She'll be quite powerful, very useful." Looking between them he revealed the way their lips pursed and eyes filled hate. "Tonight at the very place where she burned my family alive Kate will know my pain." He acted like a ringleader talking to his audience with an entertaining reverence.

"That's great yeah, that's really, no that's great you ruined lives torn apart families and made teenagers into supernatural monsters killing one in the process but yeah no, good for you."

"Don't you understand I'm not the bad guy here?" It was the strangest thing for him to say with all the evidence laid out before then with the book, and they could write a book of all his dirty deeds. His morality was far beyond being questionable and now was down right inferred there was none.

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fanged and you're not the bad guy? That was you at the school right? I got that right? The one who chased us around a school scaring the shit out of us, yeah remember that! You tortured Rory'' he wiped his nose then pointed to her. "Yeah remember that you used that weird eye thing! You tried to force Scott to kill Mr. Myers. You bit Lydia yet another kid that's going to have a whole new genetic make up because of you! But no alright you're not the bad guy, that's another guy, some other big bad werewolf guy right!"

His eyes and nose were screwed up and Peter only stared at him. Rory couldn't see his face but Stilinski was apparently past the point of caring because he didn't look scared. Just annoyed she began moving carefully trying to get closer before the Hale instinct of man handling Stilinski's kicked in.

"I'm not going to defend my actions to you, detective," he said the word mockingly and stiles put his hands on his hips, his shoulders caving in as he became uncomfortable. "But I do like you Stiles so I want to give you an option. Do you want the bite?"

"The bite?" Stiles sounded offended anger blazing in his eyes again. "So what now you ask for someone's consent? Where was that a month ago when you bit Scott against his will!" She had finally made it to his side and she didn't know if she should keep backing up or take his hand. "No! No you know what not!"

"No?" Peter looked a little amused by it all, a small smile formed but his eyes looked offended. "That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You could be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl... You'd be equals. Maybe more."

"Do you know why I'm standing on the sidelines, watching him? Because you left him to deal with turning into a completely different species by himself!" If there was ever a fan club for Scott McCall Rory was staring at the president. The boy who had done everything to help his best friend.

"Not to mention we have Lydia now who, mind you, also didn't get any say, I'm sure you wouldn't want one of your babysitters wolfing out right?" He looked at her head tilting down and she could see the amusement in his eyes.

"Right, your keys then Stiles hands them over." Stiles fathered his previous anger dissolving into confusion as he automatically reached for his keys. She didn't know if it was because Peter was the alpha and therefore the authority figure but watching as he handed him the keys to his baby she tried to remember when Stiles cared about authority.

"Wow so you'll let him take your jeep but you wouldn't leave it in the woo-" her words died on her tongue the sound of metal crying as the keys were crushed was a good enough reason to shut up.

"Wh-" words came and went on stile's tongue as the keys were dropped back onto his palm and Peter went for his car.

"Good night." Peter said before dipping down, almost being too polite for their brains to understand.

"What just happened?" She asked because the whole experience was confusing. Peter was confident in winning against the argent he wasn't deterred by the way he just changed two lives and ruined many others.

"I.. I don't know but.. but we should go we need to get to the hospital.. Lydias has probably already been admitted."

"No, we need to find Deaton." She said and he looked at her for a moment before he nodded.

"No, yeah yeah, that's perfect if we find Deaton he might know what we can do about Peter we know he's probably going to the Hale house to rescue Derek."

"Peter needs to be stopped tonight if he's not ."

"He's just going to keep turning people into his pack."

"He'll have half of Beacon hills turned or dead by summer."

Of course their plan was good in theory the only problem was the fact that stiles didn't have any car keys. So how the hell were they supposed to get out.

They were able to get the car door open since she hadn't actually closed it when she got out but that didn't do anything.

"Stilinski, how the hell do you have a key for everything but your own car?" she demanded sitting in the front seat digging through the loose keys she found.

"I-i have some at home who keeps spare keys in the car?" He asked and she sighed exasperated…

"Okay so what do we have to walk?"

"I don't know Lovette, do you know how to hotwire cars?" He asked just as annoyed but whether it was because she kept cussing him out for handing his keys over or because he did hand over his keys she couldn't tell.

"Okay what's close to the iron works?"

"The hospital it's closer than the clinic." She sighed, her brows pulling together. She thought of Lydia laying in the bed, her dna bending and shifting to support the wolf. That or she would be crashing just about now dying painfully as her body couldn't handle it. She looked down at the heels clamming up. "I'm not going to make it in these heels."

"You- you wear heels everyday? How is this any different?" He asked bewildered that the heels were the problem.

"I don't walk from the iron works to the hospital okay.." opening the door, getting on her feet and already dreading the walk. "Come on, let's just go."

By the time they got to the hospital her legs felt stiff and tight, her muscles coiled and clung to Stilinski's taking his wrist. He stopped their walk and had been quiet; he didn't want to worry her and she couldn't get him started. It felt like they were doing a funeral march. Now that they were right outside the doors the parking lot was fuller than usual. The sheriff's car was a row away from a silver porch.

She was torn between running away and running forward when she saw Nats SUV.

"Rory we have to see. We need to know." He said slowly and the fact that he was the steady one made her angry and terribly sad. She had to tell him that his best friend was betrayed by his girlfriend.. ex girlfriend and that the Argents knew about Scott and were actively hunting him. She had to tell him that while Lydia was being bitten by Peter the Argents were waiting for Allison's signal. She had to tell him that her friend almost got Scott killed. It was a very very long run.

Her arms felt small as they wrapped around her own waist as she grabbed with the fucked up situation. She looked at him, staring at his chest and noticing his height all over again.

"You're not wearing a tie?" The tie around his neck wasn't pink like they had picked out and instead it was green, not the same green as Lydias but darker Slytherin.. or emerald.

"Yeah she called me you know before the dance and told me to pick out a green tie and I didn't have one but my dad let me borrow his. She just," looking down at the tight he picked it up off his chest examining it sadly. "She wanted us to match.."

Her hand came up to his face cupping it. Her fingers brushed against the cold sweat on his temple and she wiped his upper lip with her thumb. They had to run and when she could take it he had to carry her on his back. He looked beyond exhausted. Holding her hands firmly she squished his face watching a subtle fascination when he flinched slightly, she thought of letting him go thinking of how his face had met the keyboard brutally. "She'll be okay Stile she's going to be. This is Lydia even if she does turn werewolves have flawless skin she'll love that."

Her laugh was pathetically watery and he reached out taking her face like she would his. "She once told me that an ax wielding murder wasn't creative enough for her death so I mean think of how creative an alpha werewolf is." She thought about what she was saying in remembering that Lydia said she would look flawless in her casket. "She's not even going to die from it."

"Yeah she'll be okay and she'll have Scott and us. We'll look after her no matter what." He agreed and she felt herself convulse at the thought of her cousin not just being dragged into the supernatural but being turned into it. Without consent without a choice just like Scott.

"There's going to be omegas. I'm not going to let that bastard live," she promised solemnly knowing there was no way to save her from fate. The only people who were were other supernatural creatures her grandfather made that clear…

Mr. Stilinkis saw his son first who was clawing his way out of the elevator while she stayed pressed to the wall. Unable to think about her there laying the bed about Nat forced to stay at another parents side.

When he ran into his father she followed like his shadow. "You're glad we're in a hospital because I'm going to kill you!"

Behind them she saw Nat sitting next to Lydia's bed, her hands stroking over her hair her face.. Rory's stomach plummeted at the sight the feeling the words coming in and out.

"Someone's going to die tonight." It wasn't Lydia she would be sure of.

"they don't know partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her." Lydia.. she looked stable in the bed, not heaving, not sobbing, not in terrible pain.

"Rory?" The sheriff said but he wasn't looking at her sighing heavily he closed his eyes. "you should go in Natalie has been calling and she's worried. But I.. I need to know where you two went. Stiles, you were her date, why did you leave her?"

"I didn't.. I didn't mean to.. we just left for a bit Lydia went to go find Jackson and we couldn't find Scott we just left.."

"Scott? Have either of you seen him?" Of course they didn't. He was a bit busy hiding from the Argents but they couldn't exactly say that.

"No no he left with Allison."

"AllIson? Well then they must have split off by that point. Alright I'll try calling his phone again."

"Allison?" Wait, she was here?" She expected her to be out getting trained on her first kill by daddy dearest but she came by to see Lydia.. and then left right after? She looked around, finding that at least Jackson had the decency to stick around.

"Rory, I really think you should go see her. She keeps going into shock and the doctors are having a hard time finding the right blood if they need to do a transfusion.." Rory nodded, already drifting away from the father and son duo.

She knew that she should tell the sheriff about Ela about where she was but she was selfish and she wanted to see Lydia. To touch her and pray that she could see her future prey she had one.

Natile didn't look up at her when she entered the room she stayed by Lydia's side stroking her head making sure to keep the hair out of her eyes.

Rory thought about making the first move since it felt like she had stepped on a chessboard from the tension that rolled off her aunt. It washed over her in a frighteningly intense way.

Apparently she wasn't white this round because Nat spoke first.

"Where have you been?" Her voice was a mixture of stern and choppy a sound that came from a throat that had been shredded from screaming or crying.

"I went with Stilinski, we were just.."

"You didn't tell me you were leaving the dance." She said and Rory rocked on her heels acknowledging that.

"I know but it was such a last minute thing and.."

"You didn't tell me. You promised me Rory that you would tell me." Rory started her hairline since she hadn't looked up yet her hand was at rest on Lydia's head. "Do you know what did this? Do you know what bit my daughter, did you see it?" She asked sharply and the words cracked over her hands like a ruler. She finally looked up and made direct eye contact making Rory flinch.

"It was a werewolf, an alpha named Peter." She answered automatically and she did tell the truth so point for that. Or not because Nats face became incredibly distant.

"An alpha werewolf bit my daughter?" she asked. She repeated the words slowly as if saying it back would tell Rory just how crazy she sounded but Rory already knew it was crazy she didn't need it to be voiced back to her like it was five.

"Well no it's the transformation that causes the shock. Her body is probably trying to fight it like a disease and it's not gonna win." Somewhere beyond the grave her grandfather was incredibly proud of her. Here with the living Nat was most definitely not.

"She was bitten by something Aurora the doctors don't know what. If you know" she looked down again at her daughter who looked so vulnerable and strange in her bed. "if you know you need to tell me. This can't be like your hands. This is important. Now did you see what happened to Lydia?" She asked. Her hair curtained her as she attempted to shield herself from the question. She was giving her an out a chance to say something more reasonable.

"An alpha werewolf named Peter Hale." Rory repeated and Nat continued to nod slowly.

"Really?" Nat asked flatley. "And how do you cure an alpha bite?" She sounded like she was humoring her rather than really believing her but then again did she ever really believe her.

"You die or you turn."

"Turn?" She asked and there was a budding coldness that she knew she wasn't going to like.

"Yeah turn. Into a werewolf unless she's supernatural and then, well, she'll be immune. I mean I don't know if she's a seer. I don't think she is.. but my sister…" She trailed off when Nat stood looking taller than her.

Imposing even.

"I called Lewis. He'll be here later tonight." Rory wasn't sure why she was changing the subject but she felt the shift in her tone as if she had made her mind up.

"I'm sorry you had to do that." And she was, she knew that they were simi civil in public but it was just someone screwing the lid on a bottle of coke with a mentos thrown in. They would combust eventually.

They couldn't even stay in the same town if that said anything.

"Don't be, he would have found out some other way someone would've told him," she seemed to catch herself before the annoyance really flooded her face. Which was strange to Rory because she had never covered it up before.

She sat down, her hand going back to her daughter's hair. She wasn't looking at her. She looked reserved but after a breath she started to explain.

Unlike Jennifers centerconsole there was a false bottom here, a deception she probably didn't expect Rory to catch on to. It was a usual trope one character would think one way while the other was set a completely different way. It was always the worst thing you could think of.

And while Rory was creative Nat wasn't.

That narrows things down and makes her next words less of a slap in the face.

"Rory" she said in a softer tone, her chin dipping down slightly. "When Lydia recovers when we get her to the house I think that you should go with Lewis." Rory stayed silent listening. Not opening her mouth she knew better she understood that Nat was willing to keep her around now she was kind enough to be transparent. If Lydia started to bleed out she could be a donor since they both had the same blood type.

"You're living in a fantasy. I've tried to help, I've tried to get you help but, I'm just not sure if that's possible now '' Her words were getting gradually softer as she gaged Rory's reaction. She had probably been preparing for this while sitting next to Lydia.

It was a horrible way to spend her time.

"Okay." Her voice was blank even in her own ear but she didn't argue or fight.

"It's just that I'm worried that with your erratic behavior I won't be able to take care of both of you. Not with how rebellious you are I hardly-"

"You think I did this, don't you? To Lydia?" She didn't know why she was asking, she didn't want to hear all the reasons that led to her getting kicked out. Sure she didn't want to leave but talking about her fuck up over Lydias possibly changing body wasn't what she wanted.

"I'm not trying to punish you. I know that you couldn't have.." she trailed off, took a breath and changed the topic. "I've thought it through, and Lewis works from home during the winter time and travels during summer. So you'll be able to go to school in Washington and come back during the summers." She looked reserved, not willing to clam up and back down now but guilt wrinkled around the corner of her eyes. "I'm sorry I just can't have you here with everything that's happening." Her eyes darted down to Lydia and Rory understood.

Nat did not expect her to understand.

It was clear by the way she kept watching her. "I'm not trying to punish you or take you away from your friends. I just don't think it's safe here," She kept talking, making excuse after excuse. She reminded her of her mother, when she kept talking to the nurse trying to justify herself and her parenting. Trying to convince her that no she didn't put a cigarette out on her daughters hip.

Rory had stopped listening at some point getting closer to Lydia; she took advantage of the fact that Natile didn't just come out and say it. That she thought Rory was a danger to her daughter and she was the catalyst that started it all. That if Rory wasn't there Lydia wouldn't be in the hospital bed.

That was what was keeping her in the room Natalies reluctance to really tell her how she felt. Her need to keep some kind of peace between them so that it didn't seem too bad that she kicked a 15 year old was moving her after she had just settled.

Rory didn't even attempt to blame her at that point.

Because she had known, didn't she? That something was going to happen?

She had known and she let Lydia go. She hadn't stopped to heed the warning; she had just ignored it like she did everything.

She wanted to detach from the world but the hand that slipped over her shoulder kept her there tethered to reality.

"Can I be alone with her?" She asked and Nat, who seemed to be in the middle of a sentence, paused. "I'm not going to do anything, I just want a minute." She didn't look up, her eyes stayed trained on that look on her face. So calm and peaceful.

"I don't, I don't think that's a good idea. Her body's being put through a lot of strain. Her blood isnt clotting properly. I need to stay to make sure that she doesn't start bleeding again." The pressure formed on her shoulder as Ariel's fingers pressed into her muscle.

"If you're really sorry," she sounded small and desperate even in her own ear. But she couldn't focus on that, she had to get Nat out. "give me a minute alone with her. I won't do anything." she looked up and she got the reluctant look she was half expecting Nat shut her mouth and stood.

"I'm going to see if the blood work has come back yet. You just stay here and watch her." She said almost solemely her reputation clouding her instinct.

"I told you." Ariel was in front of her now on the other side of the bed talking Natalie's place. "I tried to warn you that someone was going to die." She didn't sound victorious but hollow and solem.

"So that's it then," Rory started looking down at her hands. "She's just going to die?" The idea of touching her to see anything was a far away foggy memory now. Instead she looked up.

"Well she might die but honestly it's really not like you care." Ariel said sadly looking Lydia up and down she lingered for a second on the hospital band before she met Rory's eyes. "You'll be gone soon anyway right? Off to were ever Lewis lives a whole new life."

"He lives in Washington my god i'm going to be Bella Swan." She said dryly then slumped because humor wasn't going to stop this. She couldn't ignore it either because this was Lydia. Her cousin who dressed her and kept her head above water when she wanted to drown.

"I don't want her to die.." She whispered and Ariel's lip jutted out Rory got that slight feeling the one she used to get when she thought Ariel was mocking her but she promised that she wasn't.

"You're not acting like it. You think she has a chance.." Rory didn't answer. Maybe this was a figment of her imagination, a trauma response from leaving another person.. from losing one more person.

"You're here because she's going to die."

"I'm here for you." There was something sinister in her words but she tried to focus on the other side of it, the kind side that sounded like the old Ariel, the one who comforted her. "I'm here because you betrayed me." Rory resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

It was the same thing again. She hadn't ever betrayed Ariel she had done everything for her.

"Then get lost." The words came out before she could stop it and she saw the way the redhead straightened instantly, her blue eyes burning and she knew that it wasn't a figment of her imagination. She knew that look well the burning hatred that led to a small Christmas or a massive grounding.

The vindictive look that she could only ever remember existed when she had somehow activated it. The laugh that echoed out was next.

"Where am I supposed to go, !" She kept looking at her a stark difference to the usual routine. She would usually look away at anything else.

"I don't know your the banshee." She said and Ariel narrowed her eyes turning to meet her gaze.

"I don't want to be a banshee, I don't deserve this." her hand started to reach out and she could tell where it was heading Lydia's face. She felt cold watching it and yet she didn't do anything to stop her.

"You could kill her if you do that." She said in a matter of fact tone she didn't know as much about Banshees as she did about werewolves but she knew they were corroded by death. Usually docile creatures they could become extremely dangerous depending on their motivations and everything about Areils emotions were screaming dangerously.

She met her eyes again and the blue was completely gone her eyes were black the entire eye was black. Not just the iris.

It was haunting.

And it was lethal.

She meant business.

"What does that bother you? Watching her die? I'm doing what I'm supposed to do, Aurora." She flinched at her name since Ariel never used it; she couldn't pronounce it when they were little due to her lisp.

"But she's fine!" She argued, stepping closer to the bed. "She's going into shock but she's not in pain. She's not rejecting the bite."

"So when it's her you care but when it's me you just leave! You left me on the floor to die! Why should she live when I died!" The rage flooded her; it was always there under her big smile and bright fiery eyes. That rage that would fester and burn when she didn't get her way. Her pale hands flexed over Lydia's head tracing over her forehead.

"I could just take her if I wanted to whether she rejects that bite or not. I

"Why would you?"

"Because you don't love me anymore. Because I'm vengeful and the one person I thought I could always count on has turned her back on me." she told her And Rory was taken aback. She loved her and she would always love her. It wasn't fair to say that she didn't love her.

"That doesn't mean you can just kill whoever you want!" her hand reached out and she smacked her wrist making sure that she didn't make contact. She wouldnt sacrifice Lydia for Ariel's pleasure. She couldn't give her this and she couldn't allow it to happen either.

"See," Ariel looked down at her hand pulling it to her chest like Rory had cut it off and not just thumped it. "You would have never talked to me like this before. You would be bending over backwards to make me happy and now what am I to you, a distant memory in the wind?" This was familiar to the whiny brat who knew she was daddy's favorite and mommy wasn't around to stop her.

"No.. no, Ariel's that's not fair," she was cut off by the look the same one she would give her when she was telling her to shut up. That she was thinking now and she needed to give her time.

"No.." she said finally after a minute her voice a musing whisper. "I gave you a chance to do what I wanted i was there in your mind watching you trying to remind you of me and you still were so selfish." Her resolve crumbled because she didn't want to be selfish; she wanted to share, she wanted to give.

That's all she knew, it's all she wanted.

She didn't spare a glance at Lydia she couldn't because if she did she was scared that she would serve her up on a silver platter. Her mind searched for ways to escape.

"I did what you wanted, I let you go," it wasn't hard, it was never hard to give Ariel what she wanted but now she questioned herself. Was she relieved when she left? Did she prefer her gone?

The week that she was gone had been so peaceful.

"I could have left at any time. In your brain I was in control. I got rid of dad. I got rid of that pesky wolf. It was just us and yet you never embraced me." she squeezed her other hand into a fist and her knuckles knocked against each other, a habit that Rory missed seeing. "Your supposed to love me! You don't love me anymore."

"I have always loved you! You never came to me! Even in my own head you were playing mind games how was i supposed to-"

"I made the door." She said cutting her off her voice was cracking like it did when she was sad. Reminding Rory that the girl Infront of her was her whole life. "I was waiting for you to go through to come get me to save me and you never did."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because your supposed to do anything for me!" Ariel burst out and her black eyes scanned her furiously. "Because if I say jump you say how high if I say help you say how! Because your my little sister because you're supposed to love me and never question me! You didn't defend me when they said those lies about me. When they resest my phone! How could you let them do that."

"So what they were lying? About the evidence? About the email? Was none of it true?"

"Who cares if it's true! You should have defended me!"

"Lydia said that all your friends thought I was trying to get you in trouble? Was that not true!" Ariel didn't like her tone she could tell by the way her lips twisted and her brows raised.

"There my friend what they think isn't any of your business."

"They were my friends first!"

"No! No, they were mine! They were mine just like everything is mine Mom dad this life was supposed to be mine! That's why my suitcases were in the car! You know what you have? Me! Why are you forgetting that!" the fight was draining from her. She felt leak down her legs as tears pooled in her black eyes.

Rory always hated seeing her sad; she hated fighting with her she hated her tears. She hated even more that she was the one who was making her cry. she was supposed to protect her she was supposed to fight away every tear and she was causing them.

"But then why did he keep saying it was me?"

"He didn't know what he was talking about half the time Rory, he was a lunatic." she cried sniffling and her thumbs pressing into her cheeks. Rory remembered doing that to ward off the tears her hands felt numb watching it.

"Why do you think Laura never talked to you about the important things? About her family? About the fact that she was an alpha? You weren't me it was always supposed to be me." Her voice was becoming sympathetic and Rory felt her lips tremble.

"I got rid of her when she was getting worse since souls can't stay in seers for very long. See that space that my gift to you, it was my power not yours and I gave it to you and all I wanted was a chance to live."

"I-i can't bring you back." Ariel stood then a smile taking her face the same smile she used at pep rallies Rory didn't understand it because all she had left was bad news.. "I can't do that and we don't even have your body anymore. I don't even know how I would find another banshee." Her eyes wandered the room or she assumed they did because you could see what she was looking at when her eyes were all black.

"See you don't have to do all that. I don't need my old body back, I can take yours." She said it like it was a cheer.

"Mine?"

"Think about it when you leave here you'll have nothing, Lydia will be dead and you know the Martins won't want anything to do with you after that, you'll bounce around." She leaned forward, her smile so big and happy. She used to thrive for that smile. "But I can change that if you just let me in. If you just embrace me I'll save her and we can live with Lewis and I can have a fresh start. I can live again and you can watch me thrive like It was always meant to be.

"Ariel.. no that's not, my body can't handle you.."

"You won't need to be a seer Rory, you won't need to do anything when I'm in control, I'll take care of everything."

"Ariel I.."

"You're Not seriously telling me no are you?" Her wide smile, the one that made Rory want to move mountains dissolved. "I don't understand what's gotten into you, you're so cold?" she sat back down with a thunk like she was actually there, her face falling.

"Me? You're telling me to give you my body or you'll kill my cousin.. that's not cold to you?" she asked but she sounded unsure because maybe it wasn't.

"I'm cold because I'm dead, Aurora , that does things to you that drives you crazy. It makes you miss everything you lost especially when the one who did live keeps messing up."

She opened her mouth to protest but should have known better.

"You're a mess Rory, people keep dying left and right because you can't save people and you're supposed to be some great seeress but It's not feasible. You don't even care about people and it shows. You're already getting kicked out and that was just because you were being yourself. " She straightened prim and proper like she usually sat her hair should have been in its usual pony tail but she guessed there were no hair bands in the after life. "It's a car crash and I'm offering to buy the car, fix it, sell it and make ten times the prophet how can you refuse."

Rory stared at her remembering the girl she watched grow up, the one who would have gone to Waldorf next semester and worn a posh uniform and gossiped in a live-in dorm. The one who would come back for spring break with an arsenal of friends waiting for her to ask for every detail even if they had to hear it twice.

The sister who she wanted to come over to her flat with bangles and a photo album full of things she thought were cute. The one who was going to bail her out of jail.

"And you'll make sure Lydia survives" Ariel grinned that familiar grin that she had on her birthday and christmas.

When she got exactly what she wanted.

"I'll do you one better. I'll stop the transformation. I know I can. She'll be a bit like me, a bit supernatural but we'll avoid graveyards when I visit." she smiled but there was a drop in her lips so she wasn't showing her teeth.

"How could you?" her sister wasn't looking at her she seemed focused on Lydia's face

"You learn a lot about yourself when you die. I learned a lot, life seems less complicated." Her head shifted to the side, her gaze was running over her fingers. "But I love that. The thrill of life and the complications, I want that. I'll do anything for it. That includes ruining a girl's life."

The girl was her. She knew that or maybe it was Lydias but what was life if you were dead. Dieing affects the ones around you since you can't actually feel it. Unless of course you were born a banshee or had unfinished business apparently.

And besides, wasn't it better? There was so much potential stored in her sister when she was alive it was still there in her gaunt face. In her eyes that burned against the black sheet.

She would thrive in Washington. She would thrive anywhere she went. She would make everyone love her no matter what body she was in. And during the summer when they come back Lydia would find a more relatable cousin ready to become her best friend for the holiday. Natile might even consider taking her back next semester because Ariel was just that good. She could worm her way into hearts.

Her friends in Washington would cry and beg her to stay not knowing what life was before her and not wanting to bare life without her.

Everything would fall into place because it was Ariel and that's how it's always been.

"And all my other friends? Scott, Stiles, Al? You'll take care of them too?" Ariel jutted her lip out again in that mocking way.

"I didn't even know you cared? I thought Allison would be dead in your eyes, you know, with how easily you cut people off. Out of sight out of mind right that's how you live."

"Of course I care, there my friends."

"Well I'll keep the cutie around, the wolf boy. I'm always so cold he'll be my human heater. As for the others, sure I'll do my best, but we've never ran with the same crowds, you know, but I'm a social butterfly so maybe." She was musing to herself sticking her hand out almost Impatiently.

"What is Al not part of your ideal friend group?" she asked and she saw it no matter how quickly Ariel tried to cover it up there was that tell-tale dip at the corner of her lips.

"We can go over the fine print later. Are you going to give me what I want?" Rory looked at Lydia possibly for the last time.

She would let Ariel save her and her life would be normal again. She wouldn't have to be afraid to be left in the car any more, she wouldn't have to worry about the supernatural shit. She would wake up perfectly fine.

Her hand dipped down to touch the hand laying on the blanket when Ariel's hand caught her wrist and she really noticed the weight loss. Her fingers were weary and boney but that wasn't the problem she didn't think there were calories bars for the dead. The problem was that she didn't want her to touch Lydia.

"Just let me try. I want to see her future." She said breaking her own oath of pleading with someone who had that look in their eye. Even if it was fully black it still looked manic and wide.

"I'm saving her, not you." Ariel's voice had gone lower, a warning Rory knew well enough.

"I just want to see it."

"You can't see the future, remember."

"I want to try."

"No! Bunny stop." It was starting to hurt her fingers were leaving black fingerprints over her wrist but Rory was born with two hands and defiance. Her free hand reached over her body to lock down on Lydia's forearm.

She was staring down the way of a dark hall. The light in it flickered and she felt like she would be disappointed if a disfigured creature didn't come running towards her with killing intent.

It didn't.

Nothing happened. At first.

Then a door swung shut at the end of the hall with a loud grinding squeak.. or no scream. It was a scream but if it didn't come from the door it came from behind it.

Hwr back hit the wall and she felt the ledge pressing into her spine painfully. She felt like a doll when she clunked to the ground an animalistic sound following her down. Boney fingers clawed up her neck and up her back until they were in her place under the sockets.

Ariel's favorite place.

"Let me in! Let me in. Bunny you have to let me in!" nails pressed into the thin skin as knees buried into her stomach thighs pressing against her Ribs. She opened her eyes she tried to put her hands on Ariel's shoulders and calm her down but the black eyes in her vision and the crazed pulled back lips scared her half to death.

"Lydia! Lydia stop get off her! Get off her now." Natiles sounded in panic, her hands replacing Ariels knees as her weight shifted and disappeared.

"Lydia? Lydia!" Horrified, Natile hovered over her and Rory opened her eyes. She was staring at the bed not at the daughter she was just yelling for then back at Rory who curled on the ground.

"That.. that wasn't… Rory who.. what was.." she was at a loss for words which was understandable.

She had just tried to pry Rory's dead sister off of her body thinking it was her daughter.

"Natalie, Natalie hey what happened whats wrong?" The sheriff asked and she looked at him with wide eyes genuinely most on what she could say to explain.

Rory thought of what she could use as the excuse that maybe she saw Lydia's wound and screamed. But she didn't say anything curling in tighter of herself, her eyes filled and blurred the word.

Ariel was gone. She knew it in her bones.

"Lydia screamed, I came in to check on her…i don't know what happened" Natiles said and ahe curled into herself tighter.

"Goodbye, Ariel, I love you." she kept her voice below a whisper not letting anyone hear.

"Are you sure you don't need me to stay?"

"No of course Lydia seems fine and the doctors here I'm okay."

"Okay, I have to go. I just got a call from the local water plant. Ela Fisher's body was just found in one of the drains."

"Oh my god the Fisher girl? She was so sweet? When did she go missing?"

"I thought she ran away." The sheriff answered guilty as Rory brought her hands up and wiped her tears away. After a minute she had collected herself to unroll from the ball. She could see nurses scrambling around Lydia checking her vitals and reclipping the heart monitor.

She took the opportunity while Nat was talking to the doctors and the sheriff was heading for the elevator to slip out.

She left Lydia in their hands knowing that her cousin wasn't right. Well maybe she technically was right, maybe she had always been right in her own way. Just like Ariel was always right.

Just like how it was right for her to stair into alleyways just a little bit longer then she should. Just like it was right to offer a man a chocolate bar and get sad when he didn't take it.

'He told me that he wanted it but he can't take it,' her voice haunted because it would probably always haunt her. She could push it away but it would always be there in that file Rory couldn't destroy if she wanted to.

Maybe when it was all done and over with she could sit in her new room in Washington and upact that file. But right now she knew three things.

One Lydia was going to be fine. Two, her sister was probably never going to speak to her again. And three, she stopped and looked down the hallway running down that led to more white sterile halls, she needed to go down that hall.

She let her intuition guide her as she found Stiles walking with Jackson. When she got to them stiles had already turned her probably knowing that no nurse would be in loud clacking heels.

"Hey! Your back does that mean.. is Lydia going to be okay?" He asked his hand running over his buzz cut.

"Lydias is going to be fine…" she said and zeroed out the rest. She understood now that the only thing that was keeping her from a full recovery was her own sister.

"Does that mean? Is she turning?" He asked and Jackson looked between them wided eyes like a deer in headlight he was sweating.

She saw him on the film dropping walking to Lydia's body looking like a child seeing a monster down the hallway. He had grass stains on his knees and she could see him dropping down his hands hovering but over the bite wounds. He didn't look like he envied her, he looked horrified for her.

"What? Did the doctor come back? Is she waking up?"

"No no she had a banshee over her but she's gone now she's coming back. Lydia will be fine." Both boys looked at her fairly confused but at least Stilinkis gathered his composure nodding eventually like he understood.

"A banshee? Like the screaming ghost thing?"

"They linger around the dying." She lied swallowing because she didn't want to say 'my sister was willing to kill her to get my body'. Because that would only make Stilinski panic more because what if she comes back and takes Lydia's body she could already see him asking the question.

"but shes gone now she's not there Lydia will be fine?"

"What the hell are you two talking about?" She looked at him like he was an idiot and she noted that he couldn't meet her eyes.

"You still want to be a werewolf Jackson?" Jacksoj avoided her eyes and his guilt ran over as visible to her as his sweat. "You should learn a bit more, maybe you'll have it in your mind to reconsider."

"Don't tell him that he's a few steps away from joining the hunters," Stiles snarked dryly and Jackson's eyes looked incredibly blue as they darted away from them and then as if he hated how weak that made him feel he glared at Stilinski.

"What did you do?" She remembered briefly of his rambling before they focused on the more importent shit.

"He told Chris about Scott." Stilinkis didn't look at her; he glared sharp, hard daggering into jacksons skull.

"They said that they wouldn't hurt him that they were going to catch him."

"Oh right, so with Scott in a cage getting electrocuted the world will have no choice but hand everything back to you huh?" Stilinski said with petty disdain. "honestly being caption that important"

"I was drunk,-" Stiles open his mouth, screwed it shut again and then stopped.

"How did you get here? Did you drive here?" He suddenly asked, " Give me your keys." He said, suddenly holding his hand out and unintentionally repeating Peter.

"What?" Juet like stiles Jackson went for his keys and like Peter he snatched them.

"Hey wait, that's not."

"You're drunk, remember you can't drive."

"I drove here didn't I!"

She had turned out their argument no matter how entaining in favor of the other blue eyed man, the one with a stubbly salt and pepper beard and group of men behind him.

"Oh good, perfect, I'm glad I found you three. I was wondering if you could tell us where Scott McCall is?" Mr. Argent asked and she sneered her lip curling up.

"I haven't seen him since the dance, he left with Allison. Maybe you should give her a call?" Stiles said that total disregard for authority kicked in bitterly.

"What's your problem with a teenage boy anyway you gonna jump him?" She asked and Stiles' shoulders tense as if he was trying to use them to tell her to shut the hell up.

"Look, the point is we haven't seen him and you probably have bigger problems so.." Stiles said, trying to defuse the tension or at least block them from it. He looked at Jackson.

"We were just leaving right?"

"Uh.. oh yeah just.. just leave we were.. just."her head feel into her palm because she thought the son of a lawyer wpuld be better at lying.

"That was so smooth Jackson honestly fucking award winning." She muttered as she fell into his back, the men had at least softened her leansing by having her land on one of the boys.

But of course they had no problem with throwing her in a dark room and from the shink, click they had locked them in.

"Let's try this again." Chris said in his big bad hunter voice she had nudged herself under both of the boys shoulders giving herself a shield. "where is Scott McCall."

"What does a grown ass man need with a teenager or does it just run in the family!" she hissed and a hand clamped over her mouth she had expected it to be stiles but she found herself glaring at jackson who looked straught ahead terrified.

He ignored her coming closer to Stiles and grabbing him by the collar pinning him to the wall before she could ponce Jackson put his hands on her shoulder holding her back. Stiles hit the back of the cabinet painfully and she just had to watch listening to Jackson's rapid panting In her ear.

"Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?" He asked and she thought of all the symptoms of rabies the aggressiveness the spasms the hydrophobia. She always thought was a perfect torture method for werewolds who could fight it and but ultimately lose.

"No but I can put it on my to-do list if you let me go." She rolled her eyes knowing that she wouldn't let him ten feet around a rabid animal. He couldn't be that stupid.

It would be deadly for a pact.

"Well, I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?" She rolled her eyes at the emotion in his voice. This was probably an imitation speech they he told people when they joined and tried to find the good in werewolfs.

"Not really... No offense to your storytelling skills…" behind her Jackson scoffed and she looked back to see the man in the had the one who was gripping him hold tighter.

"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me, still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?" This time she scoffed and he looked baxk at her.

"It sounds like you need to be More selective with who your friends with.." he was cut off by the sound of Chris slamming his hand to the cabinet.

Maybe this was why Allison always felt so embarrassed to speak.

"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?"

"No!" Stiles said baring his teeth and getting closer and Chris backed away his posture confused.

"No?"

"No I didn't! You know what he was doing on his first full moon? You know what his first priority was when he was losing his mind because he was being something he didn't understand!" Stiles asked, moving forward, his face angry, not just annoyed but gently angry. "

"And what was that?" Chris asked and she tried to think about because she knew that she wasn't there for his first full moon.

"It was protecting you daughter, yeah that right he went to protect Allison because he thought Derek was going to hurt her. That was his only thought, the only thing he wanted to do, so don't give me crap just because your friend tried to kill you."

Chris seemed genuinely taken aback he

"My daughter is safe."

"Your daughter hardly knows the concept of stranger danger she was going to get into a car with a guy she didn't even know the name of.

"And Scott he never tried to kill you? Not even once?"

"You know I'm surprised that you argents are so hung up on the whole killing thing, seeing as you guys lock whole family's in basements and burn the whole house down.

"I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that."

"Your sister was in a beacon at the time of the fire. Do you really think if she wasn't here it still would have happened? A family of werewolves dying in their own house over a faulty wire?" He asked but it sounded more like an accusation of disbelief.

"We had nothing to do with it."

"No no your right you didn't you guys have a code right?"

"That's right."

"Well guess what, the bus driver, the movie store clerk, the two guys in the woods, none of them have a code. That's why Kate used them instead of your men. It was easier."

"My sister-"

"Your sisters a monster." She said because someone had to because Kate argent was more of a monster then a big hairy beast. "She bribed the bus driver to make a false report, she paid for the charges to be dropped against the clerk. And if you think that's all she did you don't know your sister at all."

He looked at her and she could see the conflict in his eyes, the slow realization and they hadn't even gotten to the icing on the cake.

"Mr. Argent,"Stiles said lowly and she wondered if he was going to expose Kate. "do you really think Kate's not capable of doing it?"

"There were children in the house.. she said that it was a false report that we shouldn't even bother.." his voice was dropping in octaves and his faith wavered there in his creased brows.

The worst part crawled over Rory's skin; it made it itchy and irritated. She wanted to say it to tell him what she did to Derek because maybe then he would understand that monsters didn't have to have claws and fangs that the predator could become prey.

She couldn't say it without everyone in the room to hear. It irritated her more than the feeling on her skin because why couldn't she just blurt it out and tell everyone.

She reached out pulling away and shugged off the hand that went for her arm. Her fingers touched the back of Mr. Argents neck and she tried to push the cold through his skin. Push the cabin and the moaning. The boy looking at the necklace and then had to apologize. The women who took sadistic pleasure in controlling him.

She pushed it as hard as she could until she was there again in the pendent in the cabin a young Derek holding her up she knew she could get away this time as the numbness blanketed the disgust but she hoped she had captured Chris and she would have him suffer with her.

"Kate what is this?" The boy, Derek, he stood Infront of her shirtless his blue eyes examining them. It was them she knew it was because there was a new layer of confusion there.

"Put that down!" Kate's voice was just as harsh and cold and the boy dropped it immediately and they clattered to the vanity. And she felt satisfaction because now there was a dawning dirty realization.

"Why?"

"It's old Derek, I don't want you breaking it." The tone shifted as fingers graced the boy's jaw turning him to look at her.

Repulsion relaxed everything. Chris was there with her in that pendent.

"You're just a bit new to handling things the correct way." Now there was rage red hot rage that hit a sickening high.

"Yeah but I'm working on it!" His voice rose excitedly as her fingers traced down his shoulders.

Mr. Argents face said it all, his back banging against the cabinet. He saw what she had but he couldn't suffer through it all; he couldn't be on that vanity day in and day out.

"If you saw what I saw, that is who your sister is. You can hunt as many creatures as you want but that won't change that she's vile. The only difference is she gets away with killing people." His face was set and he gave a single look at his men before looking back at the three teenagers he had basically held hostage.

"She won't. She's not getting away with this. Edgar starts up Kate's tracker. I want to know where she is right now." They left in a flurry after that and they watched Jackson sort of collapse on himself.

"Come on, come on, we have to go. Peter said that he was going to Hale house."

"Wait, why I thought we needed to find Scott?" Jackson asked, picking himself off the stretcher.

"we are we find Scott were going to find Kate she's probably hunting them."

"Hunting them?" Jackson asked and his ignorance made her truly understand why Lydia acted like a total idiot.

"Yeah hunt, that's what they do, it's their job. They kill the killers but some people just see animals on two legs but yeah no definitely keep begging to be one without knowing a single fucking thing about them." His lips flattened into a thin grim line and he looked at her like she had just insulted him.

"Jackson why do you even want to be a werewolf? Do you just think it's cool?"

"No, no, I want a level playing ground. I don't like cheaters."

"Oh my god let's go." Annoyed stiles opened the door she noted that the Argents weren't anywhere in sight.

As they bustled down the hall they stopped and Stilinski pushed through a door coming back out minutes later with a glass beaker and a rag.

"What the hell?"

"Look I'm not dealing with him again unarmed Jackson do you still have that bottle of vodka? Or did you drink it all?"

"I left the bottle in my car. I'm not stupid enough to get caught with vodka at a school dance. Finstock always looks for those first."

"Good, I'm going to need it."

Rory sat in the back seat clutching the neck of the beaker as the car curved and jerked.

She tried to picture Scott like she did Lydia and Jackson but she was getting nothing. Absolutely nothing.

She focused as intensely as she could, blurring out Stiles' question of if she was seeing anything and Jacksons confusion.

Then as if the mental block in her brain had been pierced she screamed as her eyes filled with a painful light.

"What Rory, what happened-" his words blurred as she rocked forwarher hand grabbing the back of Jackson's neck hoping to bring him into the vision with her. She didn't know why she did it but she knew she couldn't grab Stilinski.

Allison loomed over her and looked beautiful and betrayed.

"I was gonna tell you everything... because everything that I said, everything that I did–" her heart was pounding and she could smell the metal mingled with blood. It was stronger than anything she had ever smelt before.

It left a metallic taste of her tongue like smelling cookies or a pop tart in the toaster.

But then there was Allison, her perfume that was sweeter than all the other perfumes that stung her nose and made her gag.

"I don't believe you." her heart continued to crack in her chest and she came to terms with the fact that this wasn't her it was scott she was looking through, living in him.

"Thank God. Now, shoot him before I have to shoot myself!" hatred raged from the distance where Derek laid in a heap.

She understood this hatred but Scott didn't not completely not fully enough.

"You... you said we were just gonna catch them…" Allsion said visibly uncomfortable and she had to let the feeling of fierce protectiveness wash over her.

Because Scott saw her as a victim to her family, someone who was doing what she thought was right. But she wasn't a killer.

Rory respectfully disagrees; she truly believed anyone could kill like everyone could lie, everyone could kill. Of course Scott could have jumped up, taken the gun and snapped both of their necks so maybe there were exceptions if you didn't think you had the right.

"We did that. Now we're gonna kill them." Kate always thought she had the right because they were just animals in her eyes, animals that didn't deserve to live. She stalked closer pointing her gun and aiming for Derek's chest shooting him mindlessly "See? Not that hard."

"Oh, no... I know that look. That's the "You're gonna have to do it yourself" look." Rory thought she got that look a lot or maybe not. Maybe it was a rare look and everyone she knew reveled in murder.

" Kate... Kate, what are you doing?" There was a blatant stop in Allison's voice, not that she was going to do anything, not that she was going to stop her. Words did nothing for people like Kate.

Kate stared down at them, a mocking pity in her eyes then it was just the barrel of the gun aimed right at them. "I love those brown eyes…"

She came back like a dreamer dying in there sleep and she saw Jackson jump backwards with a start.

"Why didn't he fight her! Why is he just letting her.."

"Don't you get it if he kills her they will kill him! Dead as in not alive anymore!"

"He's a werewolf, he's literally stronger and faster than them!"

"And they have been training to kill his kind for fucking generations there not amithres dumb ass."

"So he's going to let himself get shot rather then fight back?"

"What the hell are you two talking about!" Stiles asked and they looked at him.

"I don't know I don't know she touched me and we went somewhere else like we were teleported there!" He sounded stressed and stupid at the same time.

"Seriously you show him your visions i thought he was above me on the list!"

"We would of crashed Scott's being held at gunpoint by Kate drive a little faster."

"No! No do not drive faster your gonna blow up my engine this," he emphasized by poking the center console. "Is a luxury sports car it wasn't made for NASCAR!"

"Did you buy it?"

"No, but my dad did and he isn't going to pay for a new engine he already had to pay for new tires." Her hand curved over Stilinski's shoulder, her pride overwhelming.

"I thought your car got keyed too."

"That didn't help." Jackson said looking away almost as if he was embarrassed that so many people knew. It wasn't helping that they were snickering; the fear of the situation combined with his obvious embarrassment made it impossible not to laugh.

"Okay, okay! Can we change the subject like why is Allison's aunt a literal psycho."

"I have no idea."

The cars tires squealed as they finally came to a jerking halt and her kept her hand on the neck of the bottle before clambering out. She handed it off to Stilinski who threw it right into the alphas hand.

"Oh, damn!"

"Allison!" Scott screamed as she quickly pulled back her bow, shooting the bottle and Rory watched with giddy wonder as it ignited into flames.

Peter screamed bloody murder as something broke against his skin igniting the flames and encouraging them to glow brighter hotter against his skin. He curled into a ball wobbling on his disfigured legs.

She noticed that Kate wasn't anywhere that Chris was standing there watching his daughter kiss a known werewolf and Derek was walking over towards Peter.

"Derek!" Chris called knowing what he was about to do. "If you do this, if you kill him, they'll come for you. You know the contract your family can only pass sparks down from bloodline you can't kill him."

Derek spared him a furrowed brow and turned back to his uncle who was wheezing. If they wanted to they could put him back in the hospital and orened like he never left. Maybe Derek thought about having a single family member alive even if it was as a comatose patient.

The quite garbled mutters erupted like the flames that just consumed his skin "Do it! Kill me just like I killed Laura!" Then there were gurgles as blood splattered the leafs.

Maybe Peter just didn't want to live anymore having finally done what he came to do. She knew he killed Kate, she knew it in her bones and maybe it was Ariel inside the house taking her soul forcefully from her body and leading her away.

Rory turned walking into the house.

Kate was on the floor her eyes wide open staring at the ceiling she hovered over her body watching her blank stare intently.

Her hands hovered over her forehead, the tips of her fingers icing over.

She pushed whatever vision Kate wanted her to have away, stood and walked out.

Hours later she was walking down the path she knew led to the house. The hoe she had gotten from the pool shed. It dragged behind as she thought of the rest of the night. Stiles went back to the hospital , Scott went to Allison's house and she didn't really care where Jackson went.

Derek was somewhere probably in peters apartment hiding from the police and the Argents.

Lydia was slowly recovering, still a pain cushion but she wasn't going to turn.

Everything was in its place.

The ho knocked over rock on the uneven forest floor. Then it grinded against the wooden steps of the house. She opened the door with her foot and stepped inside she let her ho scrape loudly across the wood that had once been polised and clean. Into the living room that had held a family. A loving supportive family.

Kate was still there only now she had a necklace around her neck. Chris had made sure to fix the scene up to make it look like she had been attacked. She had gone on a run, she thought she heard something. She took refuge in the house and she was attacked. That was the story Chris weaved.

The necklace was supposed to connect her to the crime. They had everything planned out; they even had the keys to the school that they had copied and left in her bag for the police to find when they eventually asked to search the house and her things.

It was thoroughly planned out.

She was extremely impressed.

There was only one problem.

She thought of this problem as she stood over her corpse. Dead body's chest don't rise and fall.

It was weak and she would probably be like this until her body healed but it was there.

The wound in her throat was still there but it wasn't deep enough Kate wasn't going to let anyone know that though. Her brother would have ended the job but Rory knew. Rory saw it.

That's why she was there with the ho because she couldn't find an ax.

Bringing the ho up she centered herself like she was about to play a round of golf and she brought it down. She made sure it was choppy and uneven as she hacked away at the opening until the small rise and fall was gone and blood splattered the stick.

Crouching down she hovered her hand over her forehead again and this time she felt nothing come to her finger tips. But something did press to her shoulder.

"Is she dead? Really dead?"

"She can't hurt anyone, anymore." The voice said lowly in her ear and she thought maybe it was Laura, maybe it was Taila, maybe it was someone else she hurt so badly that had been stuck to her waiting for this moment.

She stared down at Kate for a bit longer.

Then she stood avoiding the urge to put her foot into her chest and left.

Rory sat in the chair next to Lydia's bed knowing Natile was going to greet Lewis who had finally showed up. She had her new book and she had a morbid thought that maybe she bought them somehow knowing she would need them.

Need something to pass the time as she waited for her cousin to wake up. Right now though nothing was more entertaining than watching two boys one of which was supposed to have the senses of a wolf crawling over the floor.

Scott whispered over to Stiles telling him to shut the door and she could have told them it was extremely freaky but she waited.

"What are you guys doing?" She asked, dropping the book on her lap and watching them scream or watching Stilinski scream. Scott was more composed.

"We were just going to check her to see if Scott could tell if she was, you know, like him." Her brow raised but she didn't say what she was thinking. She was trying to learn restraint and maybe even empathy.

"Well go check but I already told you I don't think you have anything to worry about."

"It has to be something she can't just-" stiles started and she picked up her book a picture of nonchalance.

"Maybe my grandfather was wrong. I mean she is apart of my family so she might have something protecting her." She shrugged not ready to damn her as a banshee just yet.

Scott stood lookinf over her cousin intently. "i don't smell anything I mean she doesn't smell like Derek or Peter.. or Ela." Dropping the book she looked at him.

"I went to the morgue. I need to know what to look for in Lydia, it wasn't pretty."

"Did you tell him to do that?"

"Well yeah Derek and Peter were born werewolfs they would smell different than someone like Ela. Okay we needed to know."

"That's really sick but I see were your coming from." Picking the book back up she lowered it again as Scott stuck his nose close to Lydias neck taking long slow sniffs. She gave Stilinkis another look end he put his hands up.

"That's all him I didn't tell him to-" his eyes darted to Scott as his nose dipped lower to were the bite was and stiles pulled him back. "Okay I think that enough buddy"

"She smells?"

"Yeah I know she smells great like a literal dream." Rory rolled her eyes but picked the book back up.

"No I mean she smells like.. like Rory but not it's different it's like I don't know." Snapping he looked around. "i don't know. But I don't think she's like me, no she's definitely not."

"Then what is she?" Turning they looked at Rory who hadn't touched her since the door slammed in her head and she was kicked out. She stood anyway, appeasing there curiosity and walking over to her side. Her hands went to her temples and she gave the boy one last look before she pressed in.

The scream ejected her right out and she had to be caught before she hit the ground.

"What was that?"

"She's kicking me out."

"She can do that?"

"I guess? Maybe it has something to do with her resistance."

"So then what is she?"

They looked over her face,it was still peaceful. The peace that Lydia had was something she just wanted her to keep. Looking at the boys she recognized that at some point they would know she would be leaving for Washington. That there adventures would have to wait until the summer.

She wasn't going to tell them.

Any of them.

Because leaving was just easy for her. A cut off that would have been so easy if she had let Arial win.

But she hadn't, she had let her go and now she had to face it alone. Her head was empty, no one was left. But Lydia was there with her mind that kept kicking her out. She would stay by Lydia's side until it was time to leave.