Luna eclipse:

A lunar eclipse occurs when the earth's shadow blocks the sun's rays, causing it to appear temporarily darkened.

Staring boredly up at the ceiling I whined at the red head who was buzzing busily around the room, "so why did I have to come round so early?"

Lydia paused and turned toward me as I sprawled out on her flowery bedding. The striped grey dress she had just plucked from one of her many Macy's bag swung wildly with her. She peered down at me before replying easily, "because you're a good friend?"

I rolled my eyes at her words and propped myself up onto my elbows as I asked, "what about Allison?"

She pouted slightly at my question. Before admitting honestly, "Fine it might also be because you're the only one who isn't lying to my face. I still don't get why you gave me that book but at least you did something. Allison couldn't get me out of her house fast enough earlier and I brought her a dress!" It was clear she was annoyed anyone would have noticed it as she shoved clothes into her wardrobe and slammed bags onto her vanity table. She sounded particularly offended by that last bit.

"I got you a book, where's my dress," I questioned her in jest.

Taking my words seriously Lydia turned back to look at me over her shoulder. She smiled her signature all knowing smile and shook on of the bags she hadn't unpacked yet. "oh you're getting more than just a dress. But first be a dear and help me set up for the party of the year."

After spending a good hour or two arranging and rearranging fairy lights I had finally completed the stupidly long list of tasks Lydia had set me. It felt as if I had done most of the physical preparations for the party and form the length of the list I couldn't see what else Lydia could have been doing all this time.

"Lydia? I did the lights," I called out as I let myself into her room. "What's next? Lydia?" The red head seemed to have vanished into thin air. As I moved toward her dresser I couldn't help but notice my old library book open in the centre. I traced the image on the page and frowned. Why on earth was Lydia looking up wolfsbane? Of all the things to read about it was probably the least interesting page in the book.

The book was pulled from my view and shut. "Next, we get you ready," was all Lydia said as she glides past me to place the closed book in her draw.

Taking in her appearance I realised what she had been doing all this time. Hair perfectly curled and clad in a short grey dress, that I recognised as one of her purchases from earlier, it was clear to see she had spent the time preparing herself for the party. If I hadn't been so fond of her selfish quirks I might have been annoyed at her for making me decorate for house while she glammed up.

True to her word Lydia had gotten me more than a dress. She had really outdone herself this time. Out of the last Macy's bag she had pulled a strapless purple dress, which was longer than my usual outfit choices. Lydia has made a comment about making the most of my tall frame and how she wished she could wear longer length dresses. Which was practically a compliment from Lydia. Though she had quickly added that the slit that ran up the side should make me feel more like myself.

In addition to the dress, which was more than I had expected, she had presented me with a simple pair of strappy black stilettos and a collect of makeup she had brought specifically for my skin tone. I let Lydia flit about applying makeup and combing my unruly mane. After a while she had actually managed to tame my curls and had put them into an intricate bun with braids coiled around the edges. As for my makeup I was surprised to see she had kept my eyes as dark as I liked though she had added splashes of purple glitter. She said the added colour made the blue in my eyes pop.

As I eyed myself in the full length mirror I smiled the finished product. Lydia has been right my legs looked longer dispute the fact the dress brushed the top of my knees. Placing a hand on the gathered material at the waist I turned to compliment Lydia on her choice of outfit. Catching sight of her in the mirror behind me I noticed her eyes were glued to the scars running across my shoulder, they had always looked worse from the back.

"I forgot, I'm sure I have a jacket that matches somewhere," Lydia had already launched herself into the wardrobe as she spoke. She sounded annoyed at herself for forgetting this little detail.

"Relax, they don't bother me that much," it was a lie. They haunted my every waking moment and often the sleeping ones to. However Lydia didn't need to know that. For all I knew she had scars form Peter's attack. So instead of telling her what I really thought, I told her what I would have wanted to hear. "They show the world I survive that isn't something to be ashamed of."

People started to arrive shortly after that, well Stiles arrived followed closely by a handful of other lost looking teens. I couldn't help but laugh at the sorrowful sight of Stiles standing alone in Lydia's hallway. An over sized present laying in the floor forgotten as he watched Lydia leave. My laughter seemed to jolt him from his pity party as he turned to glower at me. I had expected him to defend his actions against my scornful look but he didn't. He didn't actually do anything.

Now I would just like to point out that this isn't the point in the story where the shy delicate little wall flower has a makeover and suddenly her crush falls madly in love with her. It was such a preposterous notion. Stiles wasn't falling in love with me. Stiles wasn't doing anything because he was a teenage boy full of raging hormones and I was girl in a tight dress, that had a slit running up the side. I'd been out with enough guys to know when I was being checked out.

Stiles gulped down whatever he had been planning to say and replaced it was a stuttered string of nonsense, "wow, you look, I mean, you look, very, erm, you know."

Smirking back at him I replied, "thanks, I think."

Before I could say anymore Scott had appeared. His eyes were darker and I could see the effects of the full moon in his demeanour. Without so much as a hello he probed Stiles for information, "did you found something?"

"I figured out it has something to do with water. You know, the fact that all the victims were on the swim team, the way the kanima reacted around the pool," Stiles began.

I nodded along with his words piecing the ideas together, "So whoever's controlling the kanima really hates the swim team?"

"Hated the swim team," he corrected. "Specifically, the 2006 swim team. So it could be another teacher. Maybe like a student back then. I mean, who are we missing though? What haven't we thought of?"

While Stiles mulled over the facts in his head I waved over a reluctant looking Allison. I couldn't help but notice the looks she and Scott were sending each other. How had the pair managed to find time to have relationship issues with everything that was happening around us! What ever had happened between the two of them must of been serious as neither of them could look at the other properly.

Allison finally spoke, "Uh, Jackson's not here."

"In case you hadn't noticed nobodies here," I retorted in frustration. It might seem petty but I hated the idea of wasting my afternoon decorating if no one bothered showing up.

Scott bit back, "maybe it's just early."

"Or maybe nobody's coming because Lydia's turned into the town whack job," Stiles words rang true as we all glanced over to watch the redhead in question stare aimlessly out across her pool.

Allison looked personally hurt by Lydia's melancholy expression. "Well, we have to do something, because we've completely ignored her for the past two weeks," she confessed guiltily. Hadn't I told her we needed to include Lydia more? How could she possible try and guilt trip me when I was the one advocating Lydia's inclusion into our world!

"She's completely ignored Stiles the past ten years," Scott vented.

Stiles didn't even look offended by Scott's words. Instead he brushed the jibe off with an humorous response, "I prefer to think of it as me not having been on her radar yet." Did that mean he thought he was on her radar now? Was he on her radar now? Shaking my head I tried to keep my thoughts on topic.

"We don't owe her a party." Scott looked unimpressed with Allison's reasoning. I knew his cold replies were more down to the lunar calendar then the hunters words, I just hoped she new that

Allison frowned at his words. "She wouldn't be the town whack job if it wasn't for us."

Jabbing Scott in the ribs before he could reply I shot him a heated look. He seemed to get the hint as he sighed, "guess I could use my co - captain status to get the lacrosse team here."

"I have a few favours to call in," I added.

Stiles pulled a face at my words and jeered, "because that doesn't sound shady at all. I also know some people who can get this thing going. Like, really going."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged back.

Stiles held my stare as he explained vaguely, "I met them the other night. Let's just say they know how to party."

"How is that any better than what I said?" He didn't reply.

Alison hung back as the boys headed off, phones in hand. As much as I wanted to hound Stiles and find out who his party friends were the look Allison was giving made me stop. I was still not that great at this whole multiple friends thing but even I could see she wanted to talk. "Emma, can I talk to you, about Matt," her words came out so quietly I almost didn't hear them.

I couldn't keep the grimace of my face as I asked, "the pictures?"

I don't know why I bothered asking of course it was about the pictures. Her entire face contorted and in an instead she had gone from unsure little mouse to fierce lion. She snarled a quiet, "you knew?!" I didn't respond. I didn't know how to. I liked Allison and seeing the hurt expression that was sliding into her face filled my body with shame. Why hadn't I told her? Oh yeah I was a coward and didn't what to be put in the middle of two of my friends. Great plan that was Emma you absolute idiot. Her angry look had melted leaving one of betrayal and pain, "and you didn't think I should know about them."

I stared back at her dumbly. I had no idea how to solve this problem so instead of apologising to her I did what do best. I made excuses. "I didn't think he would be stupid enough to keep them once I'd found out Alison, Alison!" She hadn't stuck around to hear me out. Throwing my head back like a child having a tantrum I found Lydia standing behind me. Had she been there during the entire conversation? I cast her a curious look as she offered me a cupful of pink punch. "Really Lydia?"

Lydia just smiled back and placed the cup in my open hand. Before I could ask for advice on the entire situation she had sashayed away with a tray full of drinks. As I downed the mystery liquid a new figure approached from the poolside. To my surprise Matt had made his own way here, as he hadn't asked for a lift I had just assumed he was giving the party a miss. Particularly as it seemed Alison had found out about his photographs of her.

Matt didn't bother with any small talk. "Where's Alison?" He demanded once he was close enough to me that the blaring music and drunks wouldn't prevent him from hearing my reply.

I sent him my best attempt at a disapproving look, "maybe you should give her some space." Actually maybe you should have listened to me when I told you to delete the pictures. Then Allison would be angry at me for your creepy actions. I kept that last bit to myself.

He glared back. "Of course you'd take her side."

"I'm not taking sides Matt just giving you some friendly advice," was all I could say before he had rammed his shoulder into mine and barged past me. Muttering something about finding her himself.

I scowled at his retreating figure. Now could anyone be that stupid! With a frustrated growl I spun to storm off in the opposite direction but paused, something wasn't right. Then I saw them. Two glowing red iris glaring through the crowd. A cold dread washed over me as the monster began to move closer. I whirled around before the thing had passed the last rows of dancing teens. From the lack of screams and the burning sensation in my back I knew it was coming for me. I darted into the house with speed I didn't realise I had.

Scurrying up the stairs I shoved a few drunk couples out of my way and dove into the first room I could find. Any bravery I had developed during my time being friends with Scott had vanished and I was happy to let the creature kill as many party guests as it liked as long it stayed away from me. My entire body shook as the sound of claws running across the door filled the silent room. Why me? Why was it coming for me? The handle began to rattle and twist.

I scrambled to wedge myself under the bed and had just succeeded when the door slide open. Clasping my hand to my mouth I tried to steady my heart beat. Cursing myself for leaving the mountain ash I'd stolen from Deaton at home. Out of the corner of my eye I could see a pair of delicate feminine feet. Tears had begun to well in the corner of my eyes as I watched the woman move to the other side of the room. The black claws that had replaced her toenails made my scars throb.

A scream ripped through my throat as hands curled their way around my ankles and dragged me from my hiding place. Tears fell as I thrashed wildly trying to get away from my attacker. "Emma?" I opened my watery eyes to find Danny's worried face staring down at me. Blood pounded in my ears. My vision disfigured, as if I were looking through a fish-eye lens. I had to get away. I stumbled to my feet pushing Danny's hand away as he tried to help me up. I charged through the handful of noisy party goers had huddled around door. Whatever had been used to spike Lydia's punch was strong enough to induce a day terror. I knew I shouldn't have driven but I couldn't stay in that that house any longer. It took the entire car ride home to catch me breath and ease my nerves. Though this was just the calm before the storm.

The moment I entered my room I knew something was wrong. My notebooks littered the floor and torn sheets of paper hung from the draws of my desk. Following the trail of mess until my eyes landed on the figure in the corner of my room. Perched casually on my window seat was Matt. Water dripping from his hair as he thumbed through my black binder. He was going figure it all out! No, I corrected myself solemnly as I spotted the scaly tale of the Kanima swing past the window behind him. He already knew.

Grabbing a dry towel from my cupboard I threw it at Matt without a word. He glanced up from the pages on his lap as the towel settled on the pillow beside him. He began to speak as he dried his hair off, "you know I always thought you were crazy for being into all of this crap, but I guess it isn't crap is it." I didn't reply. I didn't know now to. Suddenly all of Stiles' snide comments made sense. It was Matt, he had killed people. He had watched Jackson turn the night I had fallen asleep in the car. He had been at the rave to make sure Jackson finished the job. How had I not seen it? His paralyzing fear of the water should have been an instant give away! "The silent treatment? Really Em that isn't going to work on me. You didn't talk to me the first couple years of our friendship. So how about you tell me everything you know?"

After a brief pause I sighed and settled on my bed, "how about you tell me what you already know?"

Matt snorted loudly at my words. He closed my binder and moved to sit beside me. I did my best not to flinch as the mattress dipped under his weight. How many times had we sat like this? To many to count but now it felt different. I wasn't staring my thoughts with my closest friend, now I was sitting in the same room as a killer. He shook his head before saying, "clever idea but no. You're going to tell me everything or else, well I know you're just as imagination as I am so I don't think I need to finish that."

With a deep breath I revealed our deepest secret, "werewolves are real, we go to school with some."

"Scott?"

I nodded back and continued, "Alison's family are hunters, Jackson's, well I guess you already know that part." My words trailed off as I eyed the sinister shadow hovering outside my window.

"A kanima, yeah. Thought I'd find more about it in these," as he spoke he gestured to the many sheets that littered my bedroom floor. "Where did you find all of this anyway?"

I shrugged half-heartedly trying to keep some of the packs secrets, "google, fine we found a book, a bestiary."

Matt noticed my eyes shift between him and Jackson. "Emma I'm not going to let him hurt you, you know that right? Just well I have a bit of a problem and that book could help. I just need to know where it is." Stupidly I believed him.

Matt had been keeping an eye on my phone while I changed shoes and searched for a hoodie to wear over my dress. By the time I had finished he was up on his feet declaring that we needed to go to the sheriff's station to meet Scott. Whether he had text them first or if they boys had requested my presence I'll never know. As we exited the house my eyes never left the dark outline of Jackson, who seemed to be mirroring us step for step. Matt seemed to find my weariness amusing. He was acting as if everything was normal.

He rambled away in the car keen to clear his mind as we approached the station. Matt had used our journey to update me on every that had happened from having to kill a young pregnant woman himself to drowning in Isaac's pool as a kid. That had been the thing that shocked me the most. It had happened months before we met and while I knew he hated water he had never out right told me why. Maybe if he had I would have told him about my accident and we would be better people for it. Or maybe I could have stopped him from ever forming this bond with Jackson.

But what ifs didn't help anyone. People were dead and Matt had played a part in their deaths. I knew I should have hated him for it but part of me understood. I knew what it was like to be so scared of something it hurt. If I had the power to change that, I'd probably do it. I'd like to think I wouldn't go as far as killing but how could I possible know that I could stop. Matt continued ramble as I questioned my own morality, "they were all laughing and feeling each other up while I was drowning. I was terrified. You don't have to feel like that though do you? You can heal right?"

I cast him a heavy look making sure he was listening to me as I spoke, "I'm not a werewolf Matt. I'm not anything, okay maybe I'm a little scared that my best friend might kill me."

"Em," he scoffed lightly and shook his head as he spoke. It was almost like I had just told him a hilarious joke. "You are like the last person I want to hurt. Just do as I say and you'll be fine." Oh but Matt you know me well enough to know I'm terrible at doing as I'm told.

Knocking on the station door with a shaking fist I waited for a reply. I prayed to anyone who would listen that no one would answer but that seemed to go unanswered. The door swung open to reveal a young female deputy and my heart arched. She was going to die. I did my absolute best not to look up at the ceiling as Jackson crawled in through the open door. The poor woman didn't have time to ask me why I was there. I slammed my eyes shut as sharp talons cut deep into her throat sending sticky warm liquid into the air. I tried my best not to think about the droplets I had felt hit my cheek.

Matt shook his head at me as he walked into the room. Bending down he unhooked the woman's gun from her holster with a gleeful smile. Once he was done Jackson dragged the bleeding corpse out of view. It was at that moment Stiles entered the room. Wide eyes shifted from the dead officer to my bloodied face before stopping at the gun Matt had pointed at him. Lifting his hands up slowly Stiles moved backwards as Matt directed him back into his father's office. My watery gaze fell to the bloody trail on the floor as I obediently followed the pair. I could have saved her if I hadn't been so much of a coward.

"Matt? It's Matt, right? Matt, whatever's going on, I guarantee you there's a solution that doesn't involve a gun." As I heard Sheriff Stilinski speak a wave of relief washed over me, maybe just maybe this time the adults could fix this for us.

Matt chuckled to himself before replying in amusement, "You know, it's funny you say that, because I don't think you're aware of just how right you are."

I hadn't moved past the door frame as they spoke my mind still at war over my role in the young deputy's death. Matt had finally noticed my hesitant form and curled his free hand around my elbow and pulled me into the room fully. "Emma?" Something about the way the Sheriff said my name made me feel safe. He kept a calm expression as he addressed Matt once again, "I know you don't wanna hurt people."

"Actually, I wanna hurt a lot of people," he stated honestly. "You four weren't on my list, but I could be persuaded. And one way is to try an dial somebody on your cell phone, like McCall is doing. That - that could definitely get someone hurt. Everyone. Now!"

We were marched down the hallways toward the holding cells. Matt never taking the gun of us as he strode confidently behind the group. I was impressed with how calmly Scott and Stiles were as we moved through the station. I expected it from the sheriff but how could teenage boys be this relaxed at gunpoint? I hung back as Matt ordered Stiles to handcuff his father to the wall. Once the sheriff had been detained Matt directed us back to the front of the station. As we walked through the hallways bloodied bodies littered the floor. One poor fellow was still breathing as the clawed hand of the Kanima gripped his front and pulled him to his death. I couldn't pull my eyes away from him. He knew he was going to die, you could see the terror in his eyes as his mouth twisted into a silent scream.

Scott was the first one to comment to the growing number of casualties, "What, are you gonna kill everyone in here?"

Matt shook his head, "No, that's what Jackson's for. I just think about killing them, and he does it."

As we re-entered the sheriff's office it was clear to see that Scott and Stiles were trying to concoct a plan. When Matt had ordered them to delete the evidence they had been ready to fight against him, a defiant glean shining in their eyes. Matt must have seen it to. Without warn Matt grabbed my shoulder and thrust me into one of the empty chairs. The cold barrel of the gun pressed against my temple as I tried to get back up. Cold terror filled my body as the tears I'd been holding back fell silently. The boys didn't need any more of an incentive. They busied themselves with the task at had only send the occasional look at each other and me. I say frozen to the spot. Matt had moved to perch on the arm of the chair beside me. He had lowered the gun but it was still pointing toward me as he rested it on his leg. It was clear to see the threat was still there.

Stiles pressed one last button on the keyboard and stood up straight. His eyes slid over my tear stained face before settling on Matt. How he had managed to keep his usual snarky tone was beyond me. Stiles held Matt's stare as he spoke, "Deleted. And we're done. All right, so, Matt, since all the people you brutally murdered deserved it because they killed you first - whatever that means - I think we're good here, right? I'll just get my dad, and we'll go, with Emma. You continue on the whole vengeance thing. Enjoy the kanima."

Headlights flashed through the closed office blinds and Matt's face lit up as he spoke, "looks like your mom's here, McCall." He spring to his feet expecting us all to follow with the same enthusiasm. When he noticed we hadn't moved and didn't plan to his expression darkened.

"Matt, don't do this. When she comes to the door, I'll just tell her to leave. I'll tell her we didn't find anything. Please, Matt," my heart broke as Scott pleaded with my psychopathic friend.

"If you don't move - now, I'm gonna kill them first, and then your mom." To make his point clear he grabbed a fist of my hair and yanked my to my feet. I wish I could say I fought back but I didn't. All I did was yelp like an injured puppy and stumble after him as he nudged the boys forward with the stolen gun. We all stood staring at the wood door as someone knocked from the over side. Nobody moved make to Matt's annoyance. Scott stood tall not backing down. I couldn't help but admire Scott's resolve. Wondering if his courage came from his enhanced strength and healing ability.

Matt was losing his patience as a second knock files the reception area. "Open it," he demanded ignoring Scott's pleads. Releasing his hold on my hair Matt turned to the side and pointed the gun directly at Stiles. "Open the door." The threat was clear.

Taking a deep breath I gripped his free hand and begged, "Matt please!" My action must have spooked him.

A gunshot rang out. I stared blankly at Matt as he twisted to faced me. The others called out to me in panic. A burning hot pain exploded in my upper thigh as I crumbled to the floor unable to support my weight any longer. The material had torn on one side revealing a deep graze were the bullet had sliced through the top portion of my skin. Blood oozed from the wound and began to pool on the purple fabric turning it a dark maroon.

It seemed to take a moment for Matt to realise what had happened. Rubbing his brow he looked at me as if I was the one in the wrong! Both boys had looked ready to jump to my aid but Matt had quickly raises the gun again. "Now look what you made me do. I told you I didn't want to hurt you Em. Everything always has to be about you doesn't it," he berated. "Fine. Open the door or I'll shoot her again."

Reluctantly Scott pulled the door open. Though it wasn't Mrs McCall that had been knocking. From my spot on the floor I could see the tall outline of Derek. I had never been happier to see the leather clad werewolf.

Scott seemed to share my sentiment as he let out the breath he had been holding, "Oh, thank God."

Though our joy was short lived. With in seconds of the door opening Derek's entire body went limp and he toppled to the floor. Jackson stood in the now open doorway. Despite being taken out so quickly Derek grumbled with disbelief as he eyed Matt, "this the one controlling him? This kid?"

"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon," Matt monologued. His eyes shift to me during his speech and from the slight crease between his eyes I got the impression he thought I should be on my feet by know. Did he actually think I was some supernatural creature? Whatever thoughts he was having were shaken away quickly as he turned to face Stiles again. "Except for you. What do you turn into Stiles?"

Without missing a beat Stiles shot back, "Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal." Had I not been so focused on my bleeding leg I would have laughed at his words.

Though Matt didn't seem as impressed by Stiles witty jibe. Quick as a flash Jackson had shot forward paralyzing Stiles instantly. I don't know if my nerves were making me hear things but I was sure I heard him swear as he tumbled to the floor. He landed ungracefully on top of a livid looking Derek.

The werewolf's face twisted as he growled, "get him off of me."

Matt crouched down beside the frozen pair and began to gloat, "Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. You might have some completion here Em. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."

"Still got some teeth," he snarled back. "Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."

"Yeah, bitch," chimed Stiles.

The sound of a car pulled everyone's attention to the front door again. Matt stood as he asked cheerfully, "Is that her? Do what I tell you to and I won't hurt her. I won't even let Jackson near her."

With a nod from Matt, Jackson grabbed Derek and Stiles by the collies of the shirts and threw the pair into the office like ragdolls. As the partially transformed Kanima moved the paralyzed pair, Matt had hooked his hand under my arm and pulled me from the floor. Despite my yells of pain he pushed me towards the office door. Understanding what he wanted I shuffled forward wincing with every sluggish step. My vision blurred as I stumbled forward onto couch. With a few painful twists I had managed to turn myself onto my back as Stiles called out from his place on the floor, "Emma? Em? Can you hear me? You need to put pressure on it."

I nodded slowly at his words. I had already hooked my leg up onto the back of the sofa and clasped my hands around the wound. I had no idea if what I was doing would help but I was sure I'd seen someone do the same thing in a movie once. I was just grateful I didn't have a bullet hole going through my leg. This slice was painful enough I didn't what to think about how much worse it could have been.

Derek turned his head to Stiles and told him, "she's already lost a lot of blood."

Black spots filled my vision as I tried to talk back to them. "He isn't the bad guy," I mumbled softly.

Stiles shouted back with a tone of utter disbelief, "he just shot you!"

"The swim team, he thinks he's doing the right thing. He, they, I mean they hurt him," I couldn't seem to get my words out in the order I wanted. My body felt heavy and I finally registered Derek's earlier comment about blood loss. I was in the verge of passing out.

"He's a murder," was all I heard as darkness took over. I wasn't even sure which one of them had said it.

I was jostled awake by the sensation of floating. No that wasn't right I wasn't floating I was being carried. Peeling my eyes open one at a time I was treated to the sight of dark leather. If I hadn't been so disoriented I would have made a comment about being whisked away by a handsome werewolf. Realising I was awake he set me down and pointed to the half opened door beside us. I just stared back still finding it hard to figure out what was happening as the lights flickered eerily overhead. With a roll of his eyes he pushed me forward into the cupboard. The action sent a jolt of fresh pain up my leg which acted as an alarm clock for my brain. the fogginess that had clouded my thoughts suddenly cleared. Pinning me with a hard look he barks out an order, "stay here." Then he was gone.

Gunshots echoed through the station as I clung to the shelving units behind me for support. As the dull emergency lightly filled the room I spotted the outline of first aid box wedged between the cleaning equipment. Pulling it toward me I tore the lid off and grabbed a handful of bandages. I wasn't a trained medical professional so the end result was messy but it did the job. My upper thigh had been crudely wrapped and the added pressure had eased the pain ever so slightly. Sucking in a deep breath I twisted the handle and stumbled clumsily into the hallway.

As I straighten up against the wall I spot Matt exiting through the back door. With a burst of uncharacteristic courage I followed him. My steps were slow and pain shot through my leg with each movement but I persevered. If the hunters or Derek found Matt first who knew what would happen.

I forced myself to move on using fencing and railings to relieve some of the pain that was searing through my upper thigh. Even though I had lost sight of him I knew were he was going. We had parked my car on the over side of the bridge away from the station. I could see it's white paint job gleaming in the street lights across the water but Matt wasn't there. My brows furrowed as I lent into the bridges railings. I stopped. Not wanted to waste the energy crossing the thing is he hadn't gone this way. Sighing in defeat I went to rest my head against the cold metal.

I don't remember making a sound but those who found me said it had been my harrowing scream that had made them check the river. Pain long forgotten I scrambled down the muddy embankment and lunged forward. There just meters away from the river's edge lay the body of my best friend. His face just beneath the surface of the icy water. Grabbing for his shirt clumsily I hauled him up onto the bank. His dead weight making it impossible for me to get his body out of the water completely. So once his head was on solid ground I sunk into the icy shallows with him.

Rolling him onto his back I frantically started to pound his chest. I couldn't let him die, it didn't matter what he had done. I couldn't lose him. Pressing my lips to his I tried desperately to breathe some life into him. It wasn't working. I continued trying regardless of the blood that was once again seeping through my dress or the mud that was curling up around my knees as I pushed downward for more power.

I hadn't noticed the sirens or the lights. I didn't even notice the adults calling out to me. I was to focused on my job, keeping Matt alive. What I did notice was thick strong arms wrapping around my waist. Pulling me away from Matt's cold body with so much force they themselves stumbled backwards. That was when I started to wail. I sobbed uncontrollably as the paramedics pronounced my best friend died. The sheriff never once let me go, he just let me cry in his arms.

Okay so I hope you guys enjoyed this one as much as I loved writing it. One more chapter to wrap up season 2 then we move on! curious it hear would your predictions are for Emma's future.

thanks for reading!

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