𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞
"𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝."
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡
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It was supposed to be a normal Sunday night, a night where two teenagers who were trying to figure out what they were lounged around and watched a movie, Stiles's favorite movie if they were going to be precise about it. The two had agreed to hang out more, making up for an entire summer of avoidance, the two knew that there were mutual feelings between them now, but it wasn't as if the two of them could jump into a relationship, there had still been those summer months of not talking, they had both changed in that time. And not just their hairstyles, maybe Stiles had grown out his buzzcut and Kinsey had given her hair a tint of red, but who they were had changed too. The brunette girl had spent months trying to grow as a person, heal from the death of her aunt, as well as her mother. Stiles had spent that time trying to grow too, trying to be a stronger individual within himself, not someone obsessed with getting the girl, though he knew now, that hadn't quite worked out for him. He was still just as insane about the brunette sitting beside him, glued to his favorite movie.

Sometimes Scott would come over and hang out with them like old times, just the three of them but it was hard for him to be around the two of them now without feeling like the third wheel, he knew how the two of them always felt with him and Allison now. Tonight, however, he'd stayed at home, studying as a part of the be-a-better-Scott-McCall program.

The Stilinski house was the only place for the two of them to hang out. Her own home was off-limits, Chris would kill her if he found out about Stiles, she could remember how he'd reacted when they had faked a relationship, let alone when they considered beginning a real one, if her father didn't kill him, Chris might have. Derek's loft, which had practically become like a second home to the girl since finding out she was a Hale was a place neither visited as much after what happened there and since hearing the tale of Derek's teenage years, none of them had returned. Even if they had, if Peter was there he was sure to annoy the two of them the entire time, he had made it clear he didn't like the idea of his daughter with Stiles, he liked the two alone, frankly, he may just be his favorite human in this town, but he didn't like the thought of his daughter being with anyone. It was a natural fatherly instinct that he never thought he would have. He'd been proven wrong.

That left Stiles's house, and school.

Noah wasn't opposed to the idea of the two using his home as their hangout, he enjoyed having a female presence in his home again, even if it were just for a few hours. And it stopped his son from moping around the house complaining that he was bored, or trying to pry some details on a recent case out of him. He much rathered the two of them under his roof than out causing the usual amount of trouble they caused. They seemed to have an act for it.

Frankly, he thought the girl being around his house would have happened a lot sooner, he had waited since the day he had first met the girl for it to happen, it had been able to see that there was something between her and his son since then. Even when Stiles had been convinced it was all over when she had left for France, he knew it wasn't, it was only a matter of time. When he'd told his son that, he meant it, and now, he could tell his son he was right.

Unlike their previous attempts of having a calm movie night, tonight the two teenagers were determined to actually sit through an entire movie without the girl falling asleep, it was a habit of hers, she struggled to make it through an entire movie, whether it was one she had chosen or one that Stiles had chosen. Usually, she wouldn't make it past the title sequence before falling asleep until the alarm rang telling them it was time for Kinsey to go home so she could meet her curfew. She didn't need another reason for her Uncle to kill her.

Tonight, was different.
Though they had made it past the title sequence without the girl falling asleep tonight, the two hadn't gotten much further before becoming distracted, beginning to talk about the Alpha pack and Derek, wondering what it might mean for them and their futures, whether that be one they shared together or alone. It wasn't often they talked about the future, not in a sense where they had to wonder whether they would still be what they were now, or if they would be together, or nothing at all. Eventually, it had become too much for them to think about, they had decided to digress from the conversation, postpone it for another time if there ever was one.

They had turned back to watching the movie, Star Wars, as Stiles had begged her to watch since he met her for a while, she had managed to sit through it, keep up with the storyline of it while the boy beside her recited his favorite lines but it wasn't much of a surprise that she fell asleep, curled up beneath the sheets before they had gotten through it all. Stiles tried to stay awake to watch the ending he had seen a million times before but he too fell asleep with one arm around the brunette girl, the other holding onto the bowl of popcorn.

It was late when Stiles had woken up with a groan, stretching his arms out as he yawned, as he did so he noticed the lack of a petite brunette in his arm. He was used to waking up with a dead arm from her lying on it, but tonight he hadn't. She was gone. The boy felt through the dark for his phone resting on the bedside table, the bright screen stinging his eyes. 12:42 a.m., Kinsey's curfew wasn't for another hour and eighteen minutes, she never left this soon, and certainly not without saying goodbye. Even if he had been fast asleep she still would have made the point of waking him up before she left, to avoid the very panic that he felt right now.

He pulled himself out of bed, he looked around the room, her leather jacket was still thrown on his chair, her phone was still on the opposing bedside table. He walked out of his room to check the bathroom before he headed downstairs with the worry that Kinsey had disappeared in the middle of the night. As Stiles worried, she wasn't down there, his dad was still at work, she was gone. He had no other choice but to begin spiraling, waking Scott up in the middle of the night to alert him of the missing girl, it couldn't be good. Nothing good ever came from people going missing in the middle of the night.

As soon as Scott had answered the call with a hoarse voice, asking why Stiles was calling him at this time of the night, he gave him a straight answer, shouting it. "Kinsey's gone."

"Gone?" Scott repeated. He didn't see the problem at first, as far as he knew Kinsey always went home, she never slept over at the house, not when she had a strict curfew set by her uncle.

"Missing. Gone. All of her stuff is still here."

Scott was about to ask more questions, hoping to clear up what was going on, he hoped that the girl had just been forgetful and had left her stuff here while she rushed home to make her curfew but before he had managed to ask any of those questions Isaac had barged into his room with a text message on his phone, it was Allison, telling them to get to the school. She had tried Scott and Stiles, but she couldn't get through, leaving her the only option of texting Isaac.

Within a matter of seconds, the two teenagers were rushing around to pull on their shoes and jackets. Scott's phone was still pressed to his ear as he pulled on his jacket while Isaac had rushed back to his own room to get his own shoes and jacket, Stiles remained on the other side of the phone, doing the same, grabbing Kinsey's stuff too, if she was out she certainly wasn't appropriately dressed.

The two wolves pulled into the school parking lot, the first thing they had seen was the cars of the three girls, all abandoned with the doors left wide open. Kinsey's missing car had been the first thing Stiles had seen as soon as he stepped out of the front door, she had driven herself to the school, presumably in so much of a rush that she had forgotten her phone and jacket. Stiles pulled up beside them in his Jeep, almost falling out of it as he rushed to find out why Allison called them here, when he had gotten off of the phone with Scott, he saw the text that she sent to him. It was simple. It happened again.

"Where are they?" He asked the two wolves as they all walked towards the school, wondering if the two of them had found out more since he last spoke to them.

"Over here," Lydia's panic-ridden voice sounded as she, Allison, and Kinsey rushed towards them. None of the three girls were appropriately dressed to be out in the middle of the night, and especially not a cold night like this one.

Allison and Lydia were both wearing pajamas, they'd been having a sleepover before their night took a strange turn, much like Stiles and Kinsey's. As Stiles expected, Kinsey was stood dithering in nothing but the dress she had worn to his house earlier tonight. He hadn't hesitated to rush towards her and place the jacket around her. But her dropping temperature didn't seem to be the thing that bothered her as she stood with her arms wrapped around herself.

"It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool." Lydia explained, even those who hadn't found her at the pool knew by now what had happened. She'd gotten in her car, heading somewhere else, only to end up at the school, certainly not where she had expected to end up. "And you told me to call you if there's a dead body." The girl shrugged, looking at Stiles, the very person who had shouted at her when she'd called the cops before him last time.

All heads turned to the brunette girl who had somehow found her way here, waiting for her to explain how it had happened, unlike Lydia, the last time she found a body it was tied to a tree in the middle of the woods, she hadn't driven there, in fact, none of them ever did ask her how she ended up off of the cross country trail to find that body. They had been too busy arguing about whether Ethan and Aiden were responsible for it.

"I don't even remember driving here." Kinsey shrugged. "I just opened my eyes and I was here."

"So you found a dead body?" Stiles asked as he looked between the two girls.

"Not yet." The two girls simultaneously replied, confusing the three boys. Allison had already known that fact, as soon as she had woken up to find Lydia was gone from beside her she had tracked her phone, finding her and Kinsey at the school, both looking around in confusion. It was obvious neither had expected to be here, she wasn't even sure why Lydia had left the house in the first place, but that wasn't important. The dead body that had brought them here was.

"Not yet? What do you mean not yet?" Stiles questioned. "You're supposed to call us after you find the dead body," Stiles told them, though when he'd said it he thought that was obvious.

"No, we're not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on." Kinsey insisted.

Stiles began arguing with the two girls as he tried to figure out how they were supposed to find the dead body when it had always been the two of them to find them before, nobody else had the weird skill that they possessed of finding bodies scattered around the town. Of course, his shouting in Kinsey and Lydia's face had angered Isaac who was just about to start an argument of his own with the boy. He thought it was fair that neither of the girls wanted to find the dead body after how much it had traumatized them both last time. Stiles had been the one to find both of the girls, did he not remember that detail? Could he not recall the loud sound of Kinsey's scream when she had found the corpse of a senior that afternoon?

"Guys," Scott spoke up before an argument could break out between Isaac and Stiles, he had already begun walking away from them, none of them had noticed, too concentrated on Stiles's ranting and watching as Isaac prepared to start his argument. "I found the body."

All of them shared a look before following the wolf, stepping beside him to see what he could. Across the school where the sign sat, a body hung over it, blood dripping over the engraved writing. Even from the distance, they could see that it was someone in uniform, upon further inspection and getting closer to the body than any of them were truly comfortable with Stiles had been able to identify the corpse as deputy Tara, one of his father's most trusted deputies, she had been his maths tutors during his fathers late nights at the station, she had helped him do his homework, helping him kill any spare time while he waited and now she was gone. Another person in this town sacrificed. This one hit too close to home.

The following morning Kinsey and Allison lay in the younger brunette's bed with her covers pulled up to their necks, almost suffocating them as they awaited the routinely morning visit of Chris where he would check up on them, he did it whether the girls went to school or not, even on weekends. He liked to think that it made them closer, and with it, the two girls would confide in him with everything to do with their lives, it was where they seemed to go wrong before, by hiding things from each other, all three of them had done it. By Allison telling him about Kinsey and what she was, he believed it was working, but they were teenagers, sneaky ones at that, and they had him completely fooled. There were still many things the man didn't know, mostly due to the fact it somehow related to werewolves or human sacrifices.

While Allison hadn't attended school for the past week it was the first time that Kinsey had taken her uncle up on the offer and staying home from school, finding the dead body last night was the perfect excuse to do so, despite the unfortunate circumstances, it had come at the right time for the two teenage girls. Her uncle was all for the idea of her staying home and making school wait, he'd thought it would have happened sooner, but he was just glad she finally understood that she could take time for herself, she didn't have to jump back into trying to be a typical teen. Kinsey staying home meant that the two girls could do something they had been meaning to do for a few days now, being alone in the apartment gave them the perfect opportunity to do what they did best; go behind people's backs and disobey all the warnings to stay out of things that they had been given by, well, everyone. With Chris out running errands all day it couldn't have possibly been timed better. They'd already covered their backs with the pack by telling them all, even Lydia, that they had both felt nauseous since seeing the body last night, nobody seemed to question them. Who would after that horrific sight? It had made all of them a little nauseous.

Right on schedule, Chris had walked into the room dressed for the day with his jacket on ready to leave the apartment as soon as he had finished checking up on them. He walked through the poorly lit room straight to the curtains, pulling them open until the entire room was illuminated, both of the girls played along with their little facade as they pulled the covers over their heads with a groan. As if beneath the sheets they weren't both fully dressed for the day, as though they hadn't already been awake for the past two hours so they could run through their plan and get ready to start as soon as Chris had walked out of the apartment. The man perched himself at the end of the bed, the two pulled themselves from under the covers, keeping them still high to their necks. Chris didn't think to be suspicious of the girl's faces of make-up, it wasn't something he ever paid much attention to, frankly, the changes were usually too subtle for him to notice.

"I heard about the recital tonight, the thing to honor the losses at school," Chris spoke, neither of the girls chose to look him in the eye as they lay curled up, it would make the lying easier, at least that was how it had worked in the past. The recital wasn't something that either of the girls was interested in going to, they didn't want to sit at the back of the gym in a room full of people pretending as if they cared about the likes of Erica, Boyd, and all of the others who'd been killed, sacrificed. Because they both knew that by the morning, it would all be forgotten about.

"They were murders, not losses." Kinsey corrected the man.

"But your friends will be there, right?" He assumed. Considering the little amount that he did know about the people who had been killed or sacrificed, including Erica and Boyd, he thought it was safe to assume that their friends would attend and honor those losses.

"Yeah, I guess," Allison mumbled. Neither actually knew, none of the pack had talked about the recital that was happening tonight, it hadn't seemed important with everything that was going on, or the things that had happened in the past few days alone.

"Want me to take you?" Chris asked the two girls, he tried not to push and pry, but he believed that the two girls should go to, it seemed like the appropriate thing to do. Frankly, after all of the deaths that this town had seen he thought a memorial would have happened much sooner, but then if they mourned every death so largely, there would be memorials every week.

The two girls shook their heads, explaining that they weren't feeling up to it, that was one of the things they were saying that wasn't in fact a lie, Chris didn't push any further as he stood up from the bed. He didn't feel that it was necessary to keep hounding them with questions and suggestions, clearly, what the two of them needed was a long day in bed, only in each other's companies. If anyone could make them feel better about everything it was each other, they had always been each other's best support systems, that was something the man hoped would never change. He stood at the door, his foot half out of it as he told them both to take as many days as they needed off of school, though Allison seemed to understand that already, it seemed like something that needed emphasizing to Kinsey. She was much more likely to get up and go to school in the morning as though this one day had been all she needed to comprehend it all.

As soon as the door had shut behind the man the apartment fell completely silent, allowing them to hear every step that the man took until he was out of the front door and they had heard it close behind him, followed by the ding of the elevator. Once they had heard the elevator doors close the two brunettes ripped off the covers and sprung out of bed. As they discussed, Allison would lock the front door, ensuring that their backs were covered before she began gathering her choice of weapons from her closet while Kinsey would be doing the very same with her own weapons, the smaller weapons of their armory were the only things that Chris allowed them to keep in their rooms, for quick access. Those of a larger scale were locked away safely.

Kinsey stood in her closet, pulling out the small black case that she kept her Chinese ring daggers in, her stronger ones compared to the ones she hid in her car for emergencies. It was the weapon she felt the best at controlling, and with the severity of the sacrifices happening in this town both she and Allison needed weapons that they knew they could rely on, they needed all of their training to come to good use, it couldn't fail them. Kinsey pulled a single dagger from the case as well as her jacket, a single dagger was all she felt she needed, she was that confident in her ability to use the dagger in her hand, as well as the confidence she felt towards her cousin and whatever weapon that she decided would be the best fit for their little mission.

The brunette walked out of the closet, shutting the door softly behind her. She stepped towards the bedroom door ready to find Allison before they raided Chris's office for more information on all of the sacrifices, whether there was something more added since the last time they looked. But before she could take another step further she'd heard rustling through her open bedroom window. Her hand tightened around the handle of the dagger as she turned to face the window behind her, she took careful steps towards it as she held the weapon, ready for attack.

With the hand she kept the dagger tightly latched in Kinsey carefully reached for the window, pulling it open just as the intruder reached it, before they had gotten the chance to step through and break into the apartment she grabbed their shoulder, throwing them onto her bedroom floor quicker than they were able to react to. Kinsey stood over the intruder, flipping them over before she quickly pressed her dagger to their neck, only then as she straddled the intruder did she see who had dared to try and break into the home of three hunters.

"What do you think you're doing?" She asked Isaac who looked at her, breathing heavily against the sharp steel pressed against the skin of his neck.

"You weren't at school. Scott said you were sick." Isaac deadpanned. Only as she sat looking over him did she realize that when she had been trying to cover her and Allison's tracks by telling the pack that they were both ill had she realized that he was the one person she hadn't informed. She was too focused on getting the message across to Scott, Lydia, and Stiles who she thought were much more likely to question her whereabouts. The ones who didn't even try to hide the fact they were keeping her under close supervision since finding out about what she was. Somehow, lying to Isaac had slipped her mind during that process. "Maybe I was worried about you." He admitted with a slight shrug, weariness in his voice.

"I can take care of myself." Kinsey insisted, the dagger still pressed against her neck.

"Yeah, I've noticed," Isaac reassured her with a nod as his eyes looked down at the dagger, finally encouraging her to move it away from his neck. "I can't say I'm not into this though." He added with a smirk while the brunette rolled her eyes at him. As she pulled herself up Allison walked into the room, her eyes widening at the sight of her cousin straddling Isaac, she had many, many questions about what the hell she had missed or how the hell Isaac had gotten in but she was lost for words as she opted for turning around and heading to her father's office without a word. "So if you aren't sick, what are you both doing?" He asked the brunette girl as he pulled himself off of the floor, brushing himself off, as well as the embarrassment that he had just been tackled by a girl who was a foot shorter than him. He hoped she wouldn't bring that up.

With a sigh Kinsey guided him towards her uncle's office as she explained a few things that she had been hiding from almost everyone over the past week, it wasn't that she'd lied to him about it per say, simply that she had refrained from telling him, Stiles and Lydia didn't know either. Allison had told her to keep it strictly between them, Scott already knew more than she wished after she had shown him the map, but there had been no other option while Deaton had been missing. Now that he was found and safe, the two of them didn't have to share their findings with anyone else, well, not until Isaac had tried to break into the apartment through Kinsey's bedroom window. Allison supposed that he would be in on it all now, though she assumed she could rely on him keeping it to himself, for Kinsey's sake. He liked the girl too much to betray her by telling someone about what they had found.

As the two walked into Chris's office Allison helped inform the wolf of all the things he had missed until he had come to the same worrying conclusion that had led them to complete this little mission; Chris might be the killer sacrificing people. The two girls hadn't accepted the fact that their uncle/father could in fact be committing the sacrifices, they had just simply hoped that he wasn't behind it all. All they could do was hope, but all of the things they had found so far were making it hard for them to keep believing it.

"You hope he isn't the serial-killing Dark Druid who's been slashing people's throats?" Isaac asked them, by repeating what the two girls had just told him he thought it might make them realize just how ridiculous the two of them sounded, but they were already aware of that.

"Yeah." The two nodded, answering him together.

"Right," Isaac mumbled. He didn't question them further. He could understand why they hoped it wasn't true, even if all of the evidence pointed otherwise, part of being a teenager involved in all of this seemed to come with the trait of being painfully optimistic.

"Do you wanna help or not?" Kinsey asked with a raised brow as she and Allison walked to stand at the foot of the desk where they could get the best view of Chris's map and all of the marks that he had made on it. Since showing it to Scott neither of them had gotten another glimpse of it, Chris hadn't been out of the apartment to give them the chance to snoop.

"Yeah. I'm just trying to get all the cards on the table here."

Kinsey shone the UV light over the map to show the wolf the markings that her uncle had made while Allison explained that there were five more bodies to be found, but it didn't say who the bodies were, Chris wasn't stupid enough to leave that kind of information around if he was in fact the Dark Druid killing all of these people. Both Kinsey and Allison had turned around to look at Isaac as he slowly stepped back from the desk, both wearing the same confused expression. His face was still, his brows slightly furrowed as he stared at the desk with a thought in his mind. Isaac remained silent as he analyzed the desk until Allison had finally asked him what he was doing, it was clear that if one of them didn't ask him he was just going to stand there staring at the desk. Isaac explained to them that it was something that his father had taught him as he continued to stare at the desk. To take a step back and look at the whole picture, he explained that sometimes if you take a step back you see things you wouldn't notice if you were up close when all you're looking at are the details.

Kinsey and Allison both took a step bath until Kinsey had collided with the wolf's shoulder, both of them stared at the desk trying to see something, they weren't sure that Isaac had ever seen something yet, he was simply just trying to see if his father's advice applies to this situation. At least one thing his father had said to him had to prove of use at some point in his life, maybe it could be now. It was about time his father gave him something other than trauma and abuse. Isaac looked at the girl who'd brushed past his shoulder for a second, watching as she stared at the desk, for a moment, he admired her, it wasn't the most appropriate time to do it, yet it was a perfect time too. Where she was just being herself, where she was at her most natural state with that puzzled look across her face, her lips pouted as she tried to figure it out.

"Look at that. You see that?" Allison asked them both before she removed the map from the middle of the desk, revealing a five-fold Celtic knot engraved into the desk.

"Whoa," Isaac mumbled, wiping his hand against it. "What is that?"

"A five-fold knot. It's a Celtic symbol." Kinsey explained as she looked at it. She wondered how neither of them had ever noticed it before, she'd never spent too much time in the office, but she had spent enough time in it. She should have noticed that the very marking on her uncle's desk was almost identical to the one she wore around her neck daily, all it lacked was a sapphire.

Isaac gently grabbed ahold of Kinsey's hand, holding up the UV light that was still cupped in it, he hovered it over the Celtic knot on her uncle's desk, as he did words began to appear in every knot. Virgins. Warriors. Healers. Philosophers. And in the center of the Celtic knot sat Guardians. They all stood still for a moment, even when the UV light had been removed from over the desk they continued to stand, imagining that the words were still there, it was clear that these groups were the groups of people being sacrificed. The Virgins; Heather, Emily, and the guy at the pool that Lydia had found. Warriors; Kyle, the senior that Kinsey had found off of the cross-country track, Mr. Harris, and the music teacher that had gone missing. Healers; Dr. Hiliyard, the on-call doctor at the hospital whose car Scott watched crash in the hospital parking lot along with the ER attending physician who had disappeared that same night, and Deaton, a failed attempt. Which left Philosophers and Guardians.

It was mutually agreed between the three of them that there was one person they had to call, not only as a warning but because he was the one who'd figured out this whole sacrifice thing, he had the right to know what was going on. Before seeing the markings on Chris's desks, the two girls were prepared to keep it between the three of them, but now, they saw it was clear that they couldn't do that anymore. The situation was too dire, it was becoming closer to home than ever before. Without another moment to think, Kinsey picked up the phone and began calling Stiles, he had barely given her a chance to speak before he bombarded her with the series of events that she had missed by taking the day off of school. Such as Cora trying to fight Aiden and almost being killed by weight to the head, as well as a little confession from Ethan about how he and his brother owed their lives to Deucalion. Before Stiles could overwhelm them with more information than he had already provided the three of them with, she interrupted the boy to tell him about what they had found, and how they may have just topped his weird day with what they had found. Kinsey's lecture for Cora would have to wait for lecture, but she was adamant that when she had the chance to have a go at the wolf for trying to go after the Alpha alone she would, she couldn't have waited a day or two until she and Isaac were at school to join in?

"Philosophers?" Stiles repeated, trying to understand everything that the three had just told them, as was Cora who sat in the passenger seat, blood staining her head from the wound that Aiden had inflicted on her. After she had stormed out of the locker room, claiming that none of the pack were doing anything to help, they all just simply turned up when it was too late, Stiles had chased after her, offering to take her home. He thought it was the least he could do, and he knew that Kinsey might have just killed him if he left her to walk away when she might pass out.

"And Guardians" Allison said again. "Which after last night has to mean something like law enforcement, right? Stiles, you have to tell your dad."

"Tell him whatever you need to but you have to get him to believe," Kinsey warned him, but her words weren't just her warning, but permission. If he had to tell his father that she was some kind of Angelic creature then so be it, anything that would help the Sheriff to believe before he became one of the Philosophers that were sacrificed, potentially at the hands of her uncle.

"Tell your dad. Warn him." Allison reiterated desperately.

Allison had taken a seat in her father's chair as she threw her head backward, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to gather her thoughts, specifically, how her father might be a lot better at hunting than she had ever assumed. How he might have been so calm about Kinsey because he knew that he was something much worse than she was. A Dark Druid. Isaac sat on the edge of the desk, staring at his feet, embracing the silence, he wasn't sure what to say to the two girls when it was clear that all signs were pointing at Chris for being the Darach, even more than they were before finding the Celtic knot on his desk. Kinsey had begun pacing around the room, she bit on her knuckle as she walked back and forth, hoping that maybe they had somehow gotten their wires crossed, that her uncle was nothing more than a smart guy who'd managed to figure out how all of these sacrifices worked before anyone else had been able to.

Suddenly, she stopped with the urge to do something. She walked back around to the desk, slightly pushing the chair that Allison sat on out of the way so she could reach the drawers of her uncle's desk. Both her cousin and Isaac asked her what she was doing as she dug through Chris's drawers, wondering if she had thought of something else as she looked for something. But she didn't answer them as she continued digging through each and every drawer, eventually moving to the side of the desk that Isaac was sitting on. He moved out the way for the girl as he asked her once again what she was looking for, as did Allison, multiple times the two had repeated the question, but she still didn't answer. It was like she couldn't hear them, she was in a world of her own as she dug through all of the drawers until she found what she was looking for. The UV pen that Chris had been using to write all of the groups of sacrifices on the desk.

Allison and Isaac moved out of the way for the brunette as she stood at the foot of the desk, in between them as she had been a few moments ago, both peered over her shoulder, watching her in silence as she pulled the cap off of the pen. In one of the knots, she wrote a number 2. A mutual confusion wiped over Allison and Isaac's faces, both opened their mouth to question why she had written the number two, both of their voices were interrupted by the chime of a cellphone. All three of their heads turned to look at Allison's phone as she read Scott's text. Somehow, Kinsey already knew what it would say as she mumbled.

"Mr. Westover." And she had been right, as soon as Allison opened the message it read that the man was missing, Kinsey didn't even need to see the text to know, something in her body told her it already. Even if she wasn't sure how she had done it, she didn't doubt it. Mr. Westover was the second Guardian. Scott's text merely confirmed it for the two who didn't feel what she did.

The older brunette sat down again, slamming her phone down on the table. "I have to stop him." She insisted, she felt it was her responsibility, it was her father committing these crimes, it was her responsibility to stop him from killing someone else like Stiles's father.

"We." Kinsey corrected her, placing a hand on top of Allison's. "We do this together, remember?"

"Is that really a good idea?" Isaac asked the two girls as he stood on the opposing side of the desk, after Kinsey's scream he had been the one to begin pacing. It was a horrifying sight to see her like that, frankly, it made him glad he had been asleep when she disappeared last night, if she was anything like how she had just been he would have been a lot more worried than he already had been. "If he is actually doing all this stuff..."

"If?" Allison interrupted him, surprised that he was still referring to it as a possibility rather than a fact. Even she, the man's daughter, couldn't deny what was right in front of her. "Look at this. He knows everything. He's... He's planned everything."

Kinsey placed the map that Chris had made all of his markings on the back of the desk in front of them, she needed to look at it again, she needed to figure it out. Maybe it wasn't too late for her to do something, maybe Mr. Westover wasn't dead yet. All of the times before they had done nothing but show up late, maybe this time could be different. If there was even a slight chance she could save someone from being sacrificed, she had to try.

"What are you doing?" Isaac questioned the brunette girl with a worried look in his eyes.

"If Mr. Westover was taken from the school, there's gotta be another point on the telluric current," Kinsey explained as she and Allison stood up, looking over the map.

"You mean where he'll be sacrificed." He said as he rushed around the desk to stand beside them, quickly picking up the UV light again.

As soon as they had found the marking on the school Isaac traced his fingers across the map where he found a new marking, if they were right, that was where they would be able to find Mr. Westover. Allison took a quick picture of the point on the map before all three of them were rushing out the door, prepared to go and walk straight into danger, potentially facing the Dark Druid, who they may have been living with and calling Dad/Uncle for the past seventeen years.

After following the GPS to the point that Chris had marked on his map the three teenagers pulled up outside an abandoned powerplant, it was large in stature, stone, and looked like nobody had been here in years, it was perfect for a place to sacrifice someone. Nobody would have found the body for weeks, maybe even years if it wasn't for the marking Chris had made on his map. For the entire drive to the abandoned building, Isaac had been leaning between the two front seats where Kinsey and Allison sat, asking whether they should have been calling someone, someone like Scott to tell him what they had found. But both of the girls knew that call would only end up one of two ways, the wolf coming with them, which they didn't deem as necessary, they didn't need him, they were all the manpower they needed, even without Isaac. Or Scott would simply try and ban them from stepping into the building at all, which wasn't going to happen. It wasn't as if either of the girls were capable of listening to orders, especially from Scott. Despite Kinsey and Allison telling him that they didn't need Scott the entire journey, he still asked once again as they sat outside of the building, giving them a final chance to change their minds.

Kinsey, who sat in the passenger seat of Allison's car pulled her Chinese ring dagger out of her brown boot, holding it up as she turned to look at the wolf sitting in the backseat.

"Stay behind us and stay quiet." She warned. Without another word, she and Allison climbed out of the car. Allison pulled her own dagger out of her pocket, she wasn't as talented with the weapon as her cousin was, but she was talented enough, an arrow wouldn't have sufficed in this situation, she needed something quicker, something she could keep closer to her for stealth.

Isaac hung behind in the car for a second as he watched the two brunettes walk towards the abandoned building, he wondered what he had gotten himself into by agreeing to help, or by getting himself involved with a huntress in the first place, he should have known she was impulsive enough to walk into danger without looking back. She did everything impulsively, in fact, maybe that was one of the many things he liked about her.

Still, he had to admit it to himself. "Oh... This is so not gonna end well." He mumbled to himself, but there was no doubt in his mind that he was going to follow the two of them. It was Kinsey he was talking about, how could he not. He would follow behind her blind if he had to.

The two girls walked side by side into the dark, eerily quiet building. They felt dwarfed in the building where columns towered above them, at least thirty feet high compared to their five-foot-something heights, even Isaac had to feel small in this building. All three of them tried to walk with stealth, in a building this large and empty they could be sure that their footsteps would echo off of the floor, especially when both of the girls were wearing boots. Isaac tried to keep close behind them like Kinsey had instructed him, though he liked to believe that he, the werewolf, was the one providing the protection, not the two girls. After Kinsey had tackled him earlier as well as all of the times that Allison had attacked him, he knew they were capable of a fight, they had certainly humbled him and his werewolf-strength multiple times.

"FYI, if your uncle tries to kill me, I'm gonna defend myself," Isaac whispered a warning to the brunette that he stood beside, towering over her. Their height difference was the only thing that made him feel as though he was the protector in this situation.

"If my dad tries to kill you, you'll be dead." Allison ensured the wolf.

"Thanks for the vote of confidence," Isaac mumbled as they all continued to slowly walk through the building, all three of them were constantly looking around, turning around to check behind them, they didn't know where they may find Mr. Westover in this extortionately large building or Chris for that matter. They had to have eyes everywhere to stop themselves from being blind-sighted by the man, he was smart, he had to have some tricks up his sleeve. As the three walked Isaac quickly grabbed a hold of Kinsey's arm, turning her back to him as she looked at him with a raised brow, wondering why he had stopped her. "I smell blood." He whispered, with those words Allison had turned to look at the wolf too with a concerned look across her face.

"Where? What direction?" Kinsey asked the boy as she and Allison looked around them.

"I don't know. I'm not that good at this yet." He admitted all of their heads pointed towards the same direction, in the far distance the three of them could see a speckle of light coming through an open door. In the same direction that Isaac believed the smell was coming from.

That hadn't stopped the two brunette girls from walking closer towards the door as they both pulled out their ring daggers, spinning them around their fingers before they were tightly holding onto them, prepared to use them against who or what they were about to walk into. Isaac had warned both of them to wait, but neither was willing to listen, something as silly as blood wasn't going to be the thing standing in between them and stopping Chris.

What would stop them however was seeing Mr. Westover, tied up against a wired fence, gagged, his wrists tied as he tried to fight against the Dark Druid, a fight that proved useless as his head fell limp. The eyes of the three teenagers grew wide as a shadow appeared from behind the now dead man, its evil white eyes looked up at them, its face hideous. But once again, that hadn't been enough to stop the two girls who quickly began striding towards it, if that was Chris behind the ugly face of the Dark Druid, they had to stop him. They hadn't saved Mr. Westover, but they might be able to stop him right now. They could finally put it all to an end. Large strides quickly turned into running as the two girls became desperate to face the Dark Druid.

"Kinsey, don't!" Isaac yelled as he ran after the girls.

"Get down!"

A commanding voice shouted from behind them, one that Kinsey and Allison knew all too well. Chris. Isaac had barely managed to grab Kinsey and tackle her to the ground before the bullets had begun flying through the air, Allison had narrowly missed them as she too dropped to the floor as his father had instructed them to. Chris continued to fire his two guns towards the Dark Druid, rushing towards the room where his daughter and niece had spotted it. When the bullets had momentarily stopped the three teenagers raised their heads, all three of them breathless as they lay on the floor. Isaac still shielded Kinsey as he leaned over her with Allison just inches in front of them, she looked between her father and the other two with panic in her eyes. As soon as Chris had reloaded his guns the shooting resumed, but they were now well out of his line of fire, allowing them to stand up off of the floor, brushing themselves off. Chris yelled at the three to help Mr. Westover as he continued shooting bullets around the room, hoping that at least one would hit the Dark Druid that had quickly disappeared from his sights.

Kinsey, Allison, and Isaac rushed to the man's aid, only to find him already dead, victim to the same three-fold death that the other sacrifices had died off. Chris finally stopped shooting his guns, dropping them to his side as Allison told him who the man was, Isaac, adding that he had been their History teacher. Had. Because now he was just another human sacrifice.

"We were wrong. It's not guardians as in Law Enforcement. It's Philosophers as in teachers." Kinsey shook her head, but that hadn't filled them with any form of confidence. It meant that Sheriff Stilsnski was safe. But there were still plenty of teachers who could be sacrificed. Allison had sent an update to Scott, deciding that it was finally time to tell him what the two of them had gotten up to. She failed to mention Isaac's presence in it all, it would only add to the lecture that Scott was bound to give them whenever they next saw the wolf.

Chris began picking up his bullet shells from off of the floor as the three teenagers stood by, watching him. Isaac remained somewhat quiet, he knew of his incapability to make small talk, if he opened his mouth he was afraid that something about him and Kinsey would come out. He worried that the man would ask him why exactly he found himself accompanying the two girls.

"You've been tracking the killer on your own this whole time?" Allison asked her father.

"Yeah, and I was this close." Chris followed angrily. "Could've caught him if the three of you..."

"So it's my fault? That you've been lying to us for the past two months?"

"Wanna tally up the lies, Allison? I don't think the two of you are gonna come out ahead on that one." Chris snapped at his daughter. He finally realized he wasn't as clued up as he thought, all of the efforts he'd made over the past six months to get his daughter and niece to trust him were not as successful as he had thought just this morning.

"Hey, just a thought?" Isaac finally spoke up, with an ounce of courage. "Maybe right now isn't the best time for a little family meeting? There's still one more teacher."

"The recital," Kinsey mumbled under her breath. A whole recital full of teachers who could be sacrificed, there was no way of telling who would be next to fall victim to the Dark Druid, in an entire gym full of teachers there was no saying that even from the back of the room they would be able to stop it before the sacrifice was complete. It turned out they were going after all.

From the abandoned powerplant to the school Chris's foot hadn't eased from the gas pedal, he had run every red light which was bound to be complained about by the other citizens of Beacon Hills, and maybe even cost him a few dozen speeding tickets, but he hadn't hesitated, he didn't particularly care, today or any other day. He knew how dire their situation was, they couldn't risk stopping, not when someone could be getting sacrificed as they sat waiting for a green light. The more time they had at the recital they believed would give them more chance of finding out who was the next Philosopher to be sacrificed. The entire ride over Chris, Allison, and Isaac had been keeping a close eye on the girl in the back, all of them waiting for something to happen to her, waiting for another loud shriek that made it feel as if their eardrums had burst until she knew or had a slight incline who they needed to look for. But they had made it the entire way to the school with anything, leaving them just as unbeknownst.

The tires of the SUV screeched against the tarmac as Chris pulled outside of the school, perfect parking was just another thing they didn't have time for, nor was the car coming to a full stop before the three teenagers had jumped out and begun running towards the auditorium. Somehow, Kinsey and Allison ran much faster than the werewolf who accompanied them, maybe it was due to the desperation they had to save people that made them feel as though they had all of the adrenaline in the world running through their bodies.

As soon as they reached the auditorium doors the three teenagers stopped running, they couldn't exactly keep a low profile if they launched into a memorial concert at full speed, for once, they had to act as though multiple lives weren't in danger. The orchestra was already playing a somber tune as they walked in with their heads bowed, hoping not to draw too much attention to themselves, but a few heads had turned, one of them being Scott. He was visibly surprised to see Isaac walking behind the two girls, even more, surprised that Chris walked beside him, a werewolf.

Rather than stand at the back of the gym with Isaac, Allison and her uncle the younger brunette excused herself for a moment as she walked up to Scott, standing with him instead, hoping that maybe he had somehow gotten further than they had in identifying the next Philosopher at risk. She stood quietly for a moment, looking across the auditorium filled to the brim with students and teachers, her stomach churned at the thought, all of the people at risk of getting hurt in the midst of the sacrifice.

The Darach had already hurt so many innocent people, there was nothing stopping them from killing everyone in the room, whether they were needed for the sacrifice or not.

"Do you feel anything?" Scott asked the girl in a whisper to which she shook her head. For once, she wished she did. She wasn't trying to fight it anymore, not like she had before, this time she wanted nothing more than to feel it, even if it meant screaming in a room full of people, maybe if she stopped fighting it so hard for once they could have more time. More time for someone like Scott, Isaac, or Chris to do something about it. "Lydia doesn't either." He added.

"Lydia's here?" Kinsey asked with a raised brow, forgetting to whisper her words as someone in the back of the crowd shushed her. "Where is she?"

Scott shrugged, he wasn't sure where the redhead went, he assumed that she may have headed home like she had originally intended to do after everyone had seen her scream in Miss. Blake's face that she was a psychic, or she was at least something. After all of the things that she had been said about the girl in the past year, she didn't particularly care about what else they said anymore, she felt immune to it all. After waiting for a feeling to spark inside of her all afternoon, for the entire journey to the school and since she had walked through the door she finally got one, but it wasn't the usual feeling of dread that she felt before an involuntary scream escaped her mouth, this feeling was the concern and worry for a friend, an overwhelming one at that.

Kinsey excused herself from the wolf as she began heading towards the exit, she knew that she had to get a hold of Lydia, and that feeling inside of her told her that Lydia hadn't gone home. She felt as though she had an electrical tether to the redhead, as though if she followed her instincts she would find the girl without a problem. As Kinsey had promised herself, she wasn't going to fight the feelings that her body gave her anymore, even if it were unfamiliar ones like an electrical connection to her best friend, she had to start following them.

As her hand pressed against the door, prepared to sneak out of the recital a hand wrapped around her arm, momentarily stopping her as she turned to look at them.

"Where are you going?" Isaac asked in a whisper, both his words and expression riddled with worry for the brunette, she had an act for disappearing lately, and so far, it hadn't been good.

"To find Lydia. I'll be back soon."

"I'll come with you." Isaac tried to insist.

Kinsey shook her head. "No, no. Stay here. Stay with Allison and Chris. They need you here if something happens, okay? I'll be back, I'll be fine. I promise." She reassured him with a soft smile. Isaac remained hesitant as he looked over his shoulder at Allison and Chris, he would've much rather go with her and make sure she was safe than stand by a man that could kill him in the blink of an eye for stepping in such a close vicinity to his niece and daughter. "I'll find Lydia and I'll be back, I swear. Just... don't get killed by my uncle?"

Isaac smiled with a nod, watching as the girl crept of the recital before he returned to stand by Allison and Chris, both of them raising an eyebrow to question where the third Argent went.

Kinsey walked towards the school following that feeling of electricity she felt, the closer she got to the school the strong it felt, the more she become adamant that it was guiding her to Lydia for reasons she couldn't quite put her finger on. As soon as she walked through the double doors of the school an ice-cold feeling rushed over her body sending chills down her spine, every hair on her body stood tall as she wrapped her arms around herself. She didn't think anything of it, it was October and she was in a dress with fishnet tights on, of course, it was going to be cold, not to mention that the entire school was empty. The school didn't like putting the central heating on at the best of times, certainly not when there were no students in the building.

The brunette was startled as the double doors slammed behind her as the wind calmed, she'd noticed on the drive to the school that a storm was coming, it was another thing she hadn't thought anything of, California didn't exactly have perfect weather, contrary to some peoples beliefs. Summers were great, but winters were full of rain and storms like tonight. Kinsey had turned back towards the way she was walking, noticing a dim light at the end of the corridor it was the only light in the empty school, she knew the classroom, it was Miss. Blakes. The woman was known for staying late to mark papers, even if she was the one who'd planned the recital she clearly couldn't resist some late-night marking of boring, illiterate English essays. Luckily, if it were in fact the woman she suspected she wouldn't have to worry about being given detention for wondering around the halls after hours, after seeing a full-on battle between Derek and Kali and watching Kinsey sob as her friend died in her arms the woman hadn't even looked at her.

Her relief of that thought had passed just as quick as it had appeared. When she reached the lit-up classroom she saw it, Lydia sat tied up in a chair, unconscious with blood trickling from her head. The girl's foot had barely passed over the threshold of the classroom door before a strike of pain shot through her head. There was a split second before she fell unconscious when she met the eyes of the person who attacked her, she finally saw the face of the Darach.

Stiles walked into the recital, immediately noticing his werewolf best friend stood watching the recital with folded arms. He walked to stand beside the wolf as he looked around the room for all of the familiar faces that he expected would be waiting to find out who the final Philosopher was, as he had anticipated Allison and Chris were stood at the back of the room, as was Isaac who kept his eyes on the door, waiting for Kinsey to walk in behind Stiles, hopefully with the redhead that she had left to find.

It had already begun hitting the ten-minute mark since she'd walked out of the recital, five late comers had already waltzed in since she left, Stiles made it six. Every time he had quickly turned his head towards the door, waiting to see her, but she still hadn't come back with Lydia. But he remembered her words, how she'd told him to stay beside Chris and Allison because they might just need him if she wasn't back in time.

"Where's Kinsey?" Stiles asked the wolf, keeping his eyes on the recital, he too had forgotten to lower his voice as the same person who shushed Kinsey shushed him. "You shush." The boy spat out at the older woman who was disgusted by the young boy's attitude, though she had turned back around in her seat, shaking her head as she continued watching the band.

Scott looked over at Isaac, how he stood alone without Kinsey. "They're not back yet?"

That revelation hadn't filled either of them with confidence as they turned to look at the double doors that Stiles had just walked through, they shared a short glance with one another before racing towards the doors hoping that maybe Kinsey or Lydia was strolling around outside in the fresh, icy air, maybe the recital had become too much for them both and now they stood outside comforting one another. But when both of them barged through the doors and back outside not a single one of the girls was there, not in the distance, not on the parking lot, not catching some fresh air like they had hoped they were doing.

"Kinsey?" Scott yelled as he looked around. "Lydia?"

There was nothing. No reply. No shout from afar in the off chance that the two girls were sitting down somewhere in the near distance. The brewing storm above their heads was the only noise they could hear. Scott looked around, using the enhanced vision he'd been gifted to see better than his average human ones, hoping to see a silhouette of one of them, or maybe even the aura Kinsey was supposed to have surrounded her, one he was still yet to see from her.

"Anything?" Stiles asked, to which he received a shake of the head. "Neither of them are answering their texts. What do we do?" He asked again as Scott continued looking around, his eyes weren't able to hide his concern for his two best friends, he couldn't help but think the worst. With a Dark Druid and an Alpha pack on the loose, he had to worry for their safety.

Kinsey's eyes flickered open as she softly mumbled Lydia's name, the room spun around her, it was still blurred, her head pounding from where it had been hit. She could feel as the blood trickled from the open wound on the back of her head giving her brown hair a red tint. The girl looked down at her wrists, how they'd been taped to the arms of the chair, as well as her ankles, that was sure to ruin her favorite brown boots. Kinsey tried to focus her eyes on the shadow in front of her, she already knew who it was from that split second as she lay helplessly on the floor before everything had fallen dark around her.

The woman smiled at her as she continued fiddling with the garrote in her hands, Kinsey ignored her for a moment. turning to look at her redhead best friend who was tied up beside her with tears in her eyes, she too had sustained an injury thanks to the woman, though hers was much more visible as the blood dripped from her forehead to her cheek. Lydia's breaths were shaky, not only had she realized that her English teacher was much more than that but she'd been hit over the head by the woman, only to wake up and find her best friend beside her unconscious.

"How nice of you to join us, Kinsey." Jennifer mocked the girl, turning Kinsey's attention back to her. The girl's lip curled up in disgust, she knew she never liked the woman. From the minute she had walked into that English classroom on the first day she knew that she wasn't a fan, she used to put it down to how boring the woman was, which she still stood by, but now she could add the fact that she was an evil, psychotic supernatural bitch who sacrificed innocent people to the list of reasons not to like her. Frankly, both of the girls were surprised, they had never expected it to be here, they always imagined a man behind the face of the Dark Druid, someone like Harris. Not Jennifer Blake, a normal, boring English teacher.

"What are you doing?" Kinsey asked the woman in a hoarse voice.

"What's necessary." The woman retorted simply. "I'm still surprised none of you seem to get that. You call them sacrifices, but you're not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite."

"Is this your big plan?" Kinsey raised a brow at the woman. "Boring us to death?"

Jennifer pierced her eyes at the girl who mocked her, she hadn't exactly had a reason to kill her before, not until she decided to stroll through the halls when she should have been watching the recital like most respectful teenagers in this town, which now that she thought about it, it really did lack that. Her intention had only been to kill the redhead who sat beside her, but she was willing to spill that extra bit of innocent blood if it cleared her path to victory and strength. It was a shame, she liked the girl's feistiness, she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, but the more that Kinsey spoke and narrowed her eyes in that feisty way she used to like, the more Jennifer felt as though the brunette girls' death would be justifiable. Jennifer continued to bore the two teenage girls with a speech about a necessary evil, how her sacrifices were needed, she ignored Lydia's plea for her to stop and let them go, it obviously wasn't going to happen. As she gladly told them, the two didn't know the Alpha pack as well as she did, maybe if they did they would understand why this was such a necessary evil. And why they had to die too.

The Darach stood up, twirling the garrote in her hands as she walked behind the redhead with a smile on her face. She'd considered for a moment killing Kinsey first, getting it over and done with, but then she wouldn't be able to watch the torture of her seeing her best friend killed right beside her while she couldn't do anything about it. After all of the comments, she had made in her classes, even the one that she had made just seconds ago, it didn't seem to be such a bad thing watching her suffer. Jennifer took pleasure in seeing anyone cry, it was the darkness inside of her, but she especially enjoyed watching the two girls in front of her cry, she had to admit, they were both the kind of girls who looked pretty when they cried. That brought extra joy to her.

"You're not a sacrifice, girls. You're simply two girls who know too much." Jennifer said calmly, after all the deaths she'd already carried out killing the two in front of her was nothing, it didn't affect her, it was practically a part-time job for her now. "Actually, two girls who knew too much."

Jennifer placed the garrote around Lydia's neck as she gasped for breath, she kicked and screamed as she tried to pull the wire from her skin, Kinsey too making attempts to break free of the restraints, but it wasn't as easy as it had been when her uncle had placed her in them as a test, Jennifer knew what she was doing. Lydia stopped fighting for a moment, with both hands she held the wire that wrapped around her neck, and she just let it all out.

A piercing scream escaped her mouth, a shriek even, and just like that, it had triggered one from the brunette beside her until the entire building shook under their high-pitched shrieks, Jennifer had frozen in shock, the garrote slightly loosening from Lydia's neck as she listened to the sound as it pierced through her ears almost making them bleed. The screams of the girls seemed to merge into one horrifying wail, an unbearable sound, a powerful one. She'd heard of it, many times before, she knew all of the legends, but she had never witnessed the inhuman wail for herself until now, and it was more magnificent than anyone could have ever expected. As their screams stopped both of the girls took a deep breath, sinking back in their chairs, weakly looking at one another. They didn't even have the energy to question how they'd done it, how their screams had somehow merged, how Lydia's had somehow triggered one from Kinsey.

Kinsey and Lydia's merged scream had sounded across the entirety of Beacon Hills, every creature with enhanced hearing had heard them. Scott, who had dropped to the floor as he pressed his hands against his ears, desperately trying to block out the sound and Stiles watched him, hearing nothing himself. Isaac stood at the back of the recital, clutching onto his own ears as Chris and Allison looked at him with wide eyes, as were Aiden and Ethan who sat in the center rows of the recital, nobody around them thinking anything of the two boys who were clearly in distress. Even Derek who sat beside his sister's hospital bed, miles away from the school, his ears had perked up at the sound, his eyes widening as he looked out of the hospital window, and then to his uncle who'd walked in the room just at the right time. It was clear by his face that he had heard the scream too, or two screams, they couldn't quite tell as the noise pierced their ears but both of them were sure that part of it belonged to Kinsey.

The woman's hands had dropped, she released the redhead from the restrains of the garrote for a moment, speechless as she walked to stand in front of the two girls.

"Unbelievable," Jennifer muttered. "How did I not notice?" She asked herself as she smiled in astonishment at the two girls whose eyes were filled with tears. She looked at Lydia, realizing that she seemed more surprised by what had come out of her mouth, what she and the girl beside her had just managed to do. "You have no idea what you are, do you?" Jennifer asked the redhead who didn't answer, yet, that had been all the confirmation she needed. "The wailing woman. A banshee, right before my eyes." The woman beamed, Kinsey recognized that word, she'd scanned over it a million times on the page that her grandmother had ripped from the bestiary, it mentioned banshees. The connection between an Angel and Banshee. Now it made sense. The connection she felt to Lydia, how it was always the two of them who found the dead bodies, it wasn't because they were both unfortunate enough, or because they had grown this special bond as best friends. It was deeper than that.

"The Angel and the Banshee," Jennifer muttered again as she shook her head, still trying to wrap her head around all of the power that sat in front of her. For months she had watched the two girls, their close-knitted bond, how they had become involved in all of this mess, now she felt stupid for not noticing it sooner. The story of the bond between an Angel and a Banshee had always been something that intrigued her, she'd studied it over and over, now she was a first-hand witness to the real thing. "You're just like me. Both of you. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it."

Jennifer smiled as she looked between the whimpering girls, it was a shame. So much potential in two girls. Two of the rarest and most powerful supernatural that she had ever come across, just happen to be best friends in the same town, part of the same pack. It was as if it was fate. But, it was too late. She added more tape to Kinsey's arms and legs before moving back to Lydia, adding extra tape to her too, she couldn't risk two creatures so powerful escaping her grasp.

As soon as the tape was around her Kinsey continued to fight again, hoping that all of her hunter training would pay off, escaping restraints wasn't something that Chris focused on too much, he didn't think it was necessary when Kinsey and Allison had beaten the records for escaping. How could he have known that his niece would need it to escape a Dark Druid? In the midst of all the fear, it was hard to concentrate on such a thing. When all she could do was keep looking beside her hoping that Lydia wasn't dead yet. Jennifer tightened the garrote tighter around Lydia's neck until she was choking, unable to let out another one of her screams as Jennifer pulled out a large knife, ready to complete the second part of the three-fold knot death while completing another one from afar. As she placed the silver blade to her neck she mumbled under her breath, "one last philosopher" channeling her own powerful abilities into sacrificing another person while Kinsey was still trying to channel her own as she sobbed loudly, letting out aggravated screams when the tape wouldn't budge.

In the auditorium, a memorial with soft tunes had turned into a clash of discordant tones, the entire audience had grown uncomfortable in their seats as everyone on the stage had a look in their eye, a terrifying one as they hammered, sawed, and frantically blew their instruments that created what could only be described as the soundtrack to a horror movie. Mrs. Riley, one of the music teachers at the school crashed random cords on the piano until her hands were so heavy one of the strings broke, it flew from the pin block, whipping back, slashing her throat. Blood poured from her neck, down her dress until she fell backward from her chair, dropping dead on the floor. The third Philosopher had been claimed.

Everyone began clamoring, breaking out into a full panic as they ran, desperately trying to get away from the horrifying science. As everyone run towards the exit Allison plunged through the crowd, heading straight to the scene of the crime. Isaac followed her, following what Kinsey had told him to do, in turn, a worried Chris followed the two teenagers, shouting their names. As the brunette girl reached the stage she was met with the sight of the dead pianist lying in a pool of her own blood and bright white liquid mistletoe leaking from her mouth creating a deadly concoction that made her feel as nauseous as ever.

The blade was about to slice through the redhead's fair skin before shouting from across the room had stopped Jennifer, postponing the murder, for now. At least one of them. Stood tall with a gun in hand was Sheriff Stilinski, pointing it at the woman who threatened the life of the two teenage girls who, surprisingly, wasn't relieved by his presence. He was just another person who could get hurt. Jennifer released the blade from Lydia's neck, instead, throwing it across the room, Kinsey watched as it soared through the air until it had landed in Sheriff Stilinski's shoulder causing him to drop his weapon as he crashed onto the tile floor.

Covering the clattering of the gun against the tile floor was the sound of a loud roar as a pair of yellow eyes appeared from across the room, just a small few inches away from where Sheriff Stilinski kneeled to the ground in pain, looking up at those bright yellow eyes.

Immediately, he knew his mistake, he wasn't filled with fear after seeing things that were inhuman in front of him but regret, regret not believing his son's pleas to believe him about the supernatural. About werewolves like Scott. Kanima's like Jackson. Hunters like the Argents.

He really didn't believe until he'd seen it in front of him like the girl who Stiles had brought home was willing to do hours ago, maybe if he had listened then two girls wouldn't be tied up across the room and a kid he'd known for years wouldn't be forced to fight a woman, a Dark Druid, sacrificing people across town, people like his own deputies. Even children.

As Jennifer stepped forward prepared to fight the beta Scott lunged towards her, jumping over tables until he was right in front of the woman, throwing his claws at her, but she dodged them. Effortlessly. The upper hand allowed her a chance at using her own weapon, her hand placed on Scott's chest, throwing him across the room into a pile of chairs stacked at the back of the classroom before he too landed on the ground like the gun that lay beside Noah. The sharp impact on his back had encouraged a splatter of blood to spit from his mouth as his chest hit the cold, hard floor. Squeaking shoes from the corridor had turned Jennifer's head, as well as all those who were still capable of moving their heads, particularly, Kinsey and Noah who watched as Stiles appeared in the doorway, an immediate horror filling his eyes as he looked at the girl he loved, tied up in a chair, looking back at him weakly. Lydia, with marks across her neck she sat on the brink of death. His best friend, lying on the ground in a small pool of his own blood.

And his own father, who'd finally entered a world he would never escape.

Jennifers' hand was held up, sending a gush of air across the room, blowing her desk against the door until it acted as a barricade, blocking the young boy out, leaving him to watch as everyone he loved was used as an unnecessary sacrifice. Stiles threw himself against the door, hoping to nudge the desk out of the way, but even at full force, his efforts were useless.

Jennifer turned back to her other two male problems as Noah moved to grab his gun, pointing back towards the Darach who still stood beside the two she aimed to kill, her list growing by the second. Lydia was barely able to lift her head after being choked and hit over the head, Kinsey's sobbing had turned silent as she felt hopeless, maybe her abilities had been on her side when they'd helped her to find Lydia, but now, when she needed them most, they'd abandoned her.

"There was a girl, years ago, we found her in the woods." The sheriff spoke, his gun still raised. "Her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it?"

"Maybe I should've started with Philosophers, with knowledge and strategy."

A single bullet flew, hitting the woman in the leg, weakening her for barely even a split second before the wound healed up at speed none of them had ever seen before. Jennifer stepped closer to the man as she began reciting the groups of people she had killed, beginning with healers, ironic considering what she had just done. She picked the Sheriff off of the ground by the knife in his shoulder, shoving him against the same stack of chairs that had left Scott weak on the ground as he tried to heal himself. Warriors. She snatched the badge from the man's chest, bending it in her hand before dropping it to the floor. Guardians. Virgins.

Their ears were pierced with another loud shriek, a vast contrast to the wailing of two harbingers of death. Kinsey and Lydia closed their eyes tightly as it echoed in their ear, followed by the sound of breaking glass. When their eyes opened again, the Sheriff was gone, Jennifer was gone. The window shattered allowing the cold wind of the storm to breeze past them.

Stiles's body collided with the door again, and again until he created a gap big enough for him to squeeze through. He ran through the room, his legs falling weak as he stood looking out of the broken window that he'd watched them disappear through. Looking straight into the heart of the storm that blew through the trees, thunder quickly approached them. This was much more than an average Californian storm, this was the beginning of the end.

"We need to tell Derek." Scott deadpanned as he stood beside his best friend. "He doesn't know, if Jennifer gets to him first, who knows what she will tell him."

Stiles looked at the wolf, despite watching his father disappear, he nodded in agreement. Derek had to know. But there was a problem. "Derek isn't going to believe us."

"But there is one person he will believe." Scott insisted, both of them turning towards Kinsey who sat up in her chair, still trying to break free of the restraints. Upon feeling two stares on her, she looked up at the two boys. They couldn't be talking about her. But they were.