venomous

With her head down Kinsey picked up her pace as she walked through the school halls hoping to get to her locker without bumping into any of the four people she found herself closest to, the brunette had woken up with a dark cloud hanging over her head. A feeling that something bad was going to happen. The air wasn't right. The day wasn't right. She wasn't right. Maybe it had been the conversation she had with Gerard at early hours this morning when, frankly, he'd terrified her or maybe it was the lack of sleep she had following said conversation. Either way, it was a feeling she couldn't shake, and she'd tried. Drinking two cups of coffee within half an hour to wake herself up, taking a long shower, and playing loud music to drown out her thoughts, avoiding everyone. Including Allison who she had managed to slip away from before the other brunette could even realize she was gone. Kinsey was yet to find out what this feeling meant after what had happened the last two times she felt an eery feeling, but whatever was causing it she didn't like. It was unsettling not knowing what was around the corner, and not just because you've developed some weird habit that makes you sense the danger that others are in but because the world you live in is completely bizarre. A world she'd never escape no matter how much coffee she drank or long showers she took. Unfortunately, it was a world she'd been pulled into before she even knew it because of the family she had been born into, and of course, it had been because of the werewolf she'd befriended.

But Scott wasn't to blame for it all. He was arguably the biggest victim in this scheme.

Strangely, even with the paranoia, sleepless nights, and stress that living this kind of life brought her she knew that she wouldn't change any of it. It made for some interesting stories if she would live to tell the tale. And Beacon Hills made a much better home than some of the places that she'd lived. She would even have gone as far as to say it had beaten living in New York. If it wasn't for the weird and wonderful life she lived she never would have befriended Lydia, Scott, and Stiles, that was a life she couldn't imagine for herself anymore.

The brunette made it to her locker without bumping into anyone, both the people she called her friends and family or any strangers, which was progress for the clumsy Argent. She placed the books for her later classes neatly in her locker, considering how early she was she actually had the time to be careful about what she was doing rather than throwing them in like she usually did. If it wasn't for the feeling of dread inside of her today would have been a good day.

Wednesdays were good days.

Her first class was history with Scott and Stiles. Her second class Econ with Scott, Stiles, and Lydia sat across the classroom to prevent any distractions provided by Kinsey herself. Her third class chemistry with the three of them again as well as Allison and the rest of the classes she had weren't important, it wasn't often she made it through a whole school day without being pulled out by either a wolf or a at least one of her best friends to follow another werewolf mission.

As soon as she opened her locker a small folded piece of paper dropped at her feet, similar to the one she'd received the day of her mother's funeral, she had completely forgotten about the strange note until now when she'd opened yet another note from a secret admirer. Though this one hadn't been a simple compliment but a poem.

"& then I met you, & slowly but all at once my whole world began to change."

Kinsey looked up from the small piece of paper in her hand to the halls that were filled with more people than she would expect for such an early time unless this wasn't early at all, she was just awfully late every time she came to school. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to her or waiting for her to open the note, everyone was in their own conversations or walking past without even recognizing her existence. That had been a change.

She took another glance at the note before shoving it back in her locker along with the one that still sat there from weeks ago, gaining herself quite the collection. At least reading the note had provided her with a short-lived distraction from her dark cloud.

The girl sat twirling her pencil on her notebook as she stared blankly at the board at the front of the class, consumed by her thoughts as she waited for the arrival of Scott and Stiles who sat a few seats behind her. The seat behind her was usually occupied by Isaac but of course, he was now a fugitive who wouldn't be getting the education he needed as a sixteen-year-old boy. Her mind wandered back to the bestiary she'd spent most of her night looking at, though she was unable to understand a single word of it the pictures had helped with some of the creatures that her family had hunted over the years. Some were familiar mythological creatures, others she never would have come up with in her wildest dreams. One that was missing was the one she had been expecting to see within the first few pages- vampires. Either they were good at hiding themselves or they simply didn't exist. It was amazing how many creatures were out in the world living like normal people, everyone around them probably unbeknownst to the things that they were able to do. Control the elements. Shapeshift. Every sense enhanced.

If it wasn't so scary at times it would be truly beautiful.

As two hands were placed on her shoulders Kinsey practically jumped out of her seat, the lead of her pencil snapping aginst the page it had been twirling on. Barely able to catch her breath she whipped her head around to see who was behind her, not either of the two she would've expected. In fact, out of all the people she'd met in her life he was one of the last people that she would have expected to see in class today. Or in school. Those soft blue eyes smiled down at her as the six-foot-something boy leaned on the back of her chair for balance, his face just inches from hers almost making her heart stop as it had for the split-second when he'd scared her.

"Miss me, beautiful?" Isaac grinned, reveling in how wide her brown eyes had gotten.

Stiles rushed into class, throwing his backpack to the ground beside his desk as he jumped into his seat behind Scott who had been staring ahead for a time he wasn't able to measure, but when he'd heard the ruckus that was the Adderall-induced best friend of his he turned his head to see what news Stiles carried with him today, he suspected that was why the entrance he made was so loud. It usually was whenever he was flustered or excited.

Stiles rushed into class, throwing his bag to the ground as he jumped in the seat behind Scott who had been staring blankly in front of him until he'd heard the ruckus that was the Adderall-induced best friend of his. Then he'd sharply turned his head around to hear whatever big news that Stiles had today, he was always more hyperactive when he knew something.

"Dude, I just talked to my dad, who just talked to Jackson, and I've got really terrible, horrible, very, very bad news." The boy emphasized largely as he leaned over his desk to talk to the wolf as discreetly as possible as the room began to fill ready for class.

"I think I already know." Scott retorted as he turned his head to look in front of him once again, Stiles taking his lead as he followed the wolf's gaze to Isaac who still stood leaning over Kinsey as she looked at him with pierced eyes. Without the talent of hearing that Scott acquired Stiles was unable to tell the conversation that the two brunettes were having with one another.

"Why is he talking to her? What is he saying? Can you tell what he's feeling? What is she feeling?" Stiles asked even more flustered than he had been when he heard the news that Isaac was able to return to school after Jackson had changed his statement against the two Lahey's. Frankly, he had been flustered since the moment she'd removed her dress in front of him allowing him to see her in her lace black underwear, that wasn't a thought anyone forgot about quickly and certainly not him. He was a teenage boy for god's sake.

"Nothing you need to worry about." Scott shook his head.

"Did you leave a note in my locker this morning?" Kinsey asked, she wasn't going to entertain a conversation with Isaac, but she was curious as to who had put the cryptic, creepy attempt at being romantic, note in her locker.

"A note?" Isaac said with a stifled laugh, his brow raised.
"Why would I hide behind a note in your locker when I can stand here and look at that pretty face of yours?"

Once the class had ended Kinsey found herself being pulled out of her seat barely giving her a chance to pack up her books, she didn't have to look to know that it was either Scott or Stiles who had dragged her out of her seat. Or that it probably had something to do with Isaac and how the two had shared a conversation in class if the wolf flirting with her while she pierced her eyes at him could be considered a conversation.

Scott would ask even though he was well aware of what Isaac had said, and he probably knew that his calling her beautiful had stirred up some feelings in her stomach even though she'd asked him to leave her alone. After kidnapping her she wasn't in the mood for a polite conversation with the wolf, and not when she was consumed by that feeling of doom. The brunette was barely able to walk properly as she was swept out of the classroom by the hand that had grabbed her, Stiles's hand, refusing to release her at least until they'd gotten far enough that Isaac wouldn't be able to hear them. The only other possibility for what they could have wanted to talk about was the Kanima, knowing Stiles he'd spent an entire night researching it.

Something she hadn't had the opportunity to do yet with trying to find out why she could sense Lydia and Erica's danger, almost their pain.

"All right." Stiles begun, finally loosening his grip on Kinsey as she walked beside them. "I only found one thing online called the Kanima. It's a were-jaguar from South America that goes after murderers."

"That thing was not a jaguar." Scott shook his head.

"Yeah, and we're not exactly murderers."

"I'm the daughter of one. That seems close enough." Kinsey shrugged.

Neither of the boys could disagree with that comment as they also shrugged in agreement with her statement, continuing to walk to their next class. Kinsey was about to mention the strange note she'd received for the second time until Scott had spoken up first. "But the two of you did see it kill somebody, which is probably why it tried to kill you. And it's still trying to kill you and it probably won't stop until your both dead." Scott deadpanned, while he continued walking Stiles and Kinsey had paused in the middle of the hallway to look at one another with wide eyes. Both questioning if that was a possibility, they had been trapped by the Kanima twice.

"You know, sometimes I really begin to question this 'friendship'." Stiles complained as he continued walking again, Kinsey following beside him.

"I question how I got myself into this "friendship" every day." Kinsey smiled at them teasingly.

The two boys glared at the short brunette following behind them as they strolled into econ before erupting into laughter as they took their seats, the two boys beside one another while Kinsey sat behind Stiles. The seat behind her was usually occupied with the less than lovely Jackson Whittemore, but since getting what he wanted he usually kept to himself during the classes that they shared with him. Just the way they liked it.

Once the conversation had begun dying down between Kinsey and the two boys as they began talking about lacrosse her mind began to drift off again to that dark cloud that she temporarily subsided while talking to them on the way to class, but as soon as it had gone quiet it made sure its presence was recognized. Every time the words of Gerard replayed in her head making every hair on her body stand tall in fear like when he'd yelled at her to "speak with conviction".

She wasn't sure what had gotten into her today with the gloomy feeling and the guilt she felt towards the man she called her grandfather, it wasn't shakeable, only manageable. Barely. Maybe it was the reality that she was lying to yet another person in her family that made the scenario replay in her head today, and the dark feeling she already felt was just enhancing her emotions. Nobody who was becoming everything they didn't want to be in life would feel happy.

It was a difficult thought.

She hadn't spoken to Allison about the conversation with their grandfather yet, or if she had had the same one, or if she'd been the easy target between the two of them in Gerard's eyes and that was why he had come to her. He saw her as weak because of losing Kate because she certainly wasn't as stable as Allison. Maybe that had been why he mentioned her mother- as a test of how strong she could be. How much he could push her before she cracked.

Jackson walked past the brunette, taking his seat beside her. "Hey, testicle left and right." He spoke up to the two boys who sat in front of him. "And Kinsey." He added. All three of them collectively rolled their eyes, not turning their heads to look at him.

"What the hell is a Kanima?"

The three heads turned towards him in unison, three pairs of widened eyes but before any of them could question how he knew about the Kanima when nobody had spoken to him Coach slammed a book on his desk grabbing the attention of the entire room, postponing the many questions that the three had for him. Though Kinsey loved the man he had such bad timing.

"All right, listen up. Quick warning before we begin our review. Some of you, like McCall, might want to start their own study groups, because tomorrow's midterm is so profoundly difficult I'm not even sure I could pass it." The man announced failing to fill his students with confidence, but the boy who he'd been specifically talking to had been too distracted continuously whipping his head between the man lecturing him and Jackson.

While Coach continued to talk behind them the three teenagers turned back to the blonde boy desperate to know how he knew, that one minute of having to wait while Coach made his small announcement was a minute wasted and they didn't want to lose another one.

Jackson gave a brief explanation of what had happened this morning with the Sheriff and how it had come that Isaac was allowed back in the premises, let alone anywhere that wasn't a jail cell, which of course, happened because Derek and his pack threatened the blonde until he changed his statement. And they had their unique ways of getting him to do what they wanted. That didn't come to much of a surprise, not to the girl who'd they kidnapped to make a point. Kinsey had continued scribbling in her notepad idly as she listened to his explanation, at least if she wasn't going to do any work in class she could at least look like she was writing something. After explaining that detail he had turned to explain how he'd heard about the Kanima- Isaac, and Erica before class. Jackson overheard the two of them talking about testing Lydia to see if they were the Kanima during chemistry, and whoever this person was Isaac planned on killing them when he had the chance to.

"Paralyzed from the waist down." The blonde deadpanned as he leaned over his desk to make the conversation between them more discreet. "Do you have any idea what that feels like?"

"I'm familiar." Stiles and Kinsey followed.

"Wait, why would Derek test you? Why would he think that it's you?" Scott asked which was the same question the other two teenagers had, but Derek wasn't exactly a justified person.

"How should I know?"

"Do they think it's Lydia?" Stiles asked urgently.

"I don't know, all I heard was her name and something about chemistry."

In the midst of their conversation, none of the four had noticed Coach standing listening to their conversation, at least long enough to know it wasn't about arranging a study group like he had suggested for them to do. He should have expected that from Jackson who he'd never known to study in his life, Scott and Stiles never listened to anything he said, and then he looked to Kinsey who although was looking and listening to the conversation happening around her was writing something in the notebook on her desk. Pretty much making her his favorite.

"Jackson!" Coach yelled startling them as well as the rest of the class until they were all sat facing straight ahead, partially bowing their head as people around the class stared at them. "Is there something you'd like to share with the rest of the class?"

"Uh... Just an undying admiration for my... My coach"

Scott peered over his shoulder to share a look with Kinsey, both of them questioning how they were yet to punch Jackson when even Stiles had took his turn in connecting his fist with the jaw of the blonde. It really was something that needed to happen at one point in their lives.

"That's really kind of you." Coach nodded proudly. "Now shut up! Shut it! Anybody else?" He asked as he looked around the room, everyone silent as he wandered back to his desk.

As soon as Coach had turned his back Scott had gripped Stiles's shirt, pulling him closer.

"How do we know it's not her?" He asked, looking between them.

"Because I looked into the eyes of that thing, okay? And what I saw was pure evil. And when I look into Lydia's eyes, I only see fifty percent evil. All right, maybe sixty."

While the conversation happened in front of her Kinsey scribbled down notes in her book, of course, her main focus was what Scott and Stiles were talking about, but she was a multi-tasker. And frankly, she couldn't disagree with her redhead best friend being sixty-percent evil.

"Stiles. That's not a good argument."

"Agreed." Kinsey chimed in, turning their heads towards her.

"What about you, Kins? Do you think it's her?" Scott asked.

Kinsey took a moment to consider the question. Everything she knew about Lydia. Everything she knew about the Kanima, which wasn't a lot. She considered how Lydia had been at the school when it had trapped herself, Stiles, and Derek in the pool. But she wasn't sure if Stiles had been in the pool when she was still talking to Lydia, and with the speed of the Kanima, it was a possibility it could have gotten there before she did. But even with that uncertainty, she didn't believe that whoever was behind the Kanima's scales was her best friend, she would have liked to believe she would know if it was Lydia.

"I mean, there's a chance. But no, I don't think it's Lydia. I just have... A feeling."

As the two boys in front of her continued her conversation Kinsey stared off blankly, and out of nowhere, she began feeling a tight feeling in her chest, making it barely comfortable to breathe. She shifted in her seat as she placed a palm onto her chest, just over her mother's necklace, her skin hot to the touch as she looked around the room. Her eyes traveled to the chalkboard at the front of the class where, with their back facing her, someone stood in a black leather trench coat writing a problem on the board. The longer she stared the tighter her chest began to feel and the heavier her breathing had become, it was almost as if she was scared for her life, on the verge of a breakdown. But moments ago she had felt fine. Kinsey had sat upright in her seat when she'd realized why that black leather trench coat had stood out to her, specifically a sentence she had once said about it came to mind. Do you expect me to take fashion advice from a man who thinks a long black trench coat suits every outfit? Something she had said to Peter at the mall, a man who always wore something like that, and the longer the look the more resemblance she was able to see between the man who'd caused so many of her nightmares and the one stood at the front of the class, his face still turned away from her not yet confirming her suspicion.

A cold shiver crawled up the brunette's spine as she averted her eyes from the front of the room and to the rest of the class hoping to distract herself from that tight feeling in her chest, but it had only worsened as every single pair of eyes in the room stared at her blankly. Even Scott, Stiles, and Jackson were staring into her soul. None of them blinking.

Beads of sweat began lining across the girl's forehead in a state of panic, her hands beginning to shake and her eyes beginning to swell with tears. She'd felt fear in her life, plenty of times, but this fear was as if she was feeling it for two people. This amount of fear didn't seem feasible for a single person alone, even in life-threatening moments she hadn't felt this scared, it was as if her feelings were not her own. Or at least someone else's had been placed on top of hers.

Kinsey tightly shut her eyes hoping to free herself from the hell that was her own mind.

Opening them to see an almost empty classroom. All that remained was herself and Peter who turned to look at her with that evil look in his eyes, one she thought she would have been used to by now. She tried to reassure herself that it wasn't real. Peter's dead. She watched Derek kill him. But it hadn't worked.

Peter started walking closer, flipping every desk as he became closer to her.

Once he reached the desk in front of hers Kinsey fearfully jumped out of her seat backing herself against the wall at the back of the classroom letting out a slight whimper as he stood inches from her face crushing a piece of chalk in his hand. Kinsey couldn't even murmur a word, a plead for help, she couldn't beg him to leave her alone like she wanted to.

Peter opened his hand blowing the white dust of the chalk into the girls. Kinsey closed her eyes once again, this time when they had opened she was back in the classroom where Lydia stood in the front of the class with tearful eyes, shaking. Just as she was. A piece of chalk in her hand.

Stiles turned slightly in his seat to talk to Kinsey. "Is she-" Before he could continue his question he noticed the girl's eyes swelled with tears, her hands shook as she held her pencil in her hand. She was petrified. "Kinsey?"

The brunette shook her head as a tear escaped from her eyes. Without another thought, she stood up from her seat and was running out of the classroom leaving everything behind.

With a furrowed brow Stiles turned back to where Lydia stood staring nervously at the entire class as Coach asked if someone could answer the question in English this time considering the words she had wrote on the board made no sense. As a thought crossed Stiles's mind he pulled out his phone taking a picture of the writing.

"What is that, Greek?" Scott asked the boy beside him, as well as Kinsey who he hadn't noticed slip out of the room in the midst of watching the redhead.

"No, actually, I think it is English." Stiles retorted as he showed Scott the image on his phone, flipping it to reveal what the redhead had actually written.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐞.

Scott turned his head to look at Kinsey, only then noticing her seat was empty, but he'd also noticed the notepad left on her desk with similar writing to the one on the chalkboard. Curious, he grabbed it and held it up to Stiles. Like he had with Lydia's message he took a picture and flipped it to reveal the same message written in Kinsey's handwriting this time.

-☽○☾-

After running out of class the first place Kinsey had headed was under the pavilion where she knew Allison usually sat during her free periods, right now all she needed was to talk to the person who understood her better than she understood herself.

Even if Allison would be just as clueless as to what was going on with her as she was she knew that just talking to the other brunette would provide her with comfort nobody else could give her. And for someone who felt like they were on the verge of losing their mind, she needed some form of stability. Kinsey wasted no time, as soon as her ass had touched the free seat on the bench beside Allison she had begun ranting about what had just happened to her and how she felt as if Lydia had experienced the same thing she had.

Allison had sat listening with wide eyes and a gaped mouth the entire time, attempting to grasp onto what Kinsey was poorly explaining through her flustered words but by the time Kinsey had paused to take a deep breath she seemed to have a hold on it all. Then came the rambling about Gerard and how Kinsey was pretty sure that if he caught her lying he may just murder her in her sleep, that was a feeling that Allison could resonate after having an almost identical chat with the man when he'd stopped her from meeting Scott. Neither were quite comfortable with the man who lived in their house now, and they weren't sure they ever would be.

Like Kinsey had hoped she would Allison seemed to provide the reassurance she needed to cling onto her sanity, promising that together they would figure out what was going on with her and that she wasn't in fact going to get murdered by their own grandfather. That part she wasn't so confident on, but she still told Kinsey it wasn't going to happen.

Once the bell for the next class had rung in their ears the two girls packed up their things, Kinsey hoping that Scott and Stiles would have grabbed her things and took them to chemistry with them so she didn't have to be late to Harris's class and score herself lunchtime detention. The two walked into chemistry to see the two boys sat on either side of Lydia who looked just as confused as they did as both brunettes mouthed the question of what was going on to the two boys who looked at them as they walked in. Scott's answer was a simple nod to behind him where Erica and Isaac sat, both sharing a smug grin as their eyes followed the two Argents who took the bench beside their three best friends. While they sat down Kinsey explained a detail she had forgotten to mention during her rambling on the bench, the explanation that Jackson had given them about Derek testing him to make sure he wasn't the Kanima, and soon Lydia would be tested too. It was a safe assumption that that was exactly what was happening now.

"Einstein once said "Two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity" and I'm not sure about the universe. I myself have encountered infinite stupidity." Harris announced as he stopped at Stiles, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder to signify that he was in fact the infinite stupidity he'd encountered. "So, to combat the plague of ignorance in my class, you're going to combine efforts through a round of group experiments. Let's see if two heads are indeed better than one. Or, in Mr. Stilinski's case, less than one."

None of those who affiliated themselves with Stiles could stop themselves from smirking as they looked at the boy, even if now wasn't the time to find things funny the constant battle between Harris and him was something that would never grow old.

"Erica, you take the first station. You'll start with..." Before Harris could suggest a partner for the blonde multiple hands across the room had shot up into the sky. A series of males, and the odd female, desperate to take the shot at the "new and improved" Erica Reyes. "I didn't ask for volunteers. Put your hormonal little hands down." Harris deadpanned, once again questioning the choice he had made to become a teacher at the local high school.

"Start with Mr. McCall." The man announced before beginning to form more pairs.

As soon as it had been said that Erica and Scott would become the first pair Allison had visibly grown uncomfortable as she shifted in her seat, trying not to look at either of them. After all, to the rest of the world, the two of them were nothing but exes. She couldn't show her discomfort.

Once the pairs were formed everyone changed their seats. Allison was the first to protect Lydia from Isaac and Erica and was the one to give her the warning to stay away from both of them. Isaac had been paired with someone with who they simply shared a class with and Kinsey and Stiles had been paired together which was a shock to them both, they thought Harris would have learned his lesson by now.

"What's going on with you?" Stiles asked as he began mixing the chemicals in the test tubes.

"That's a million-dollar question," Kinsey mumbled in frustration. "Are they gonna hurt her?" She asked as she looked over to the redhead sat innocently beside her cousin, not a care in the world as per usual. She didn't even know what was happening around her. That somewhere in the near distance was an Alpha werewolf waiting to kill her because of what she might be.

"It's Derek. Who knows what he's willing to do."

Within a few more minutes Harris pressed down on the small bell on his desk instructing them to switch. Scott had found his way to the seat beside Lydia, Stiles beside Isaac, Allison beside a random classmate, and Kinsey beside Erica who seemed more than happy to have her round with the brunette who rolled her eyes as she took the free seat beside her.

There was a silence between the two boys as they stared one another down, Isaac was enjoying the silent torment a lot more than Stiles was which was why he was the first to break their stare and begin focusing on the task at hand, not protecting Lydia, but chemistry. Even as he faced ahead he could see Isaac looking straight past him and to his victim, but not the victim that they were all looking out for. The one who seemed to stir up Isaac's interest a lot more than Lydia.

"If you harm one perfect curly brown hair on her head, I'm gonna turn your little werewolf ass into a fur coat and give it to her as a birthday present." Stiles deadpanned, not even looking at the werewolf he was threatening as he focused on the chemicals in his hand.

"Really?" Isaac laughed. "You know, I've never been to one of Lydia's big invite-only birthday parties. I was thinking of asking Kinsey to the next one."

"What, do you like the feeling of rejection? Because that's what will happen."

"Are you sure about that?" Isaac asked as the two of them looked at Kinsey who stared back at them before turning back to the blonde beside her who simply watched her with a smirk waiting for the moment where Kinsey turned to ask the question about what they were planning to do with Lydia, it was bound to come. She knew that. Even in the short amount of time, she'd known of the brunette she'd come to learn a few things about her, one of them being that she couldn't help but say what she was thinking.

"If you think touching up Scott's thigh is going to get a rise out of Allison you have seriously underestimated her." Kinsey abruptly said as she looked at the blonde with a slight scowl across her face.

"Would you prefer if it was your thigh?" Erica asked with a smirk as she placed a hand on the brunette's thigh, her claws extended as they grazed across her bare skin, just beneath the hem of the dress that Kinsey was wearing. "Oh, come on. Girl fight in lab. It'll be so hot." She added attempting to get a rise out of the younger Argent rather than the older one she'd been trying to annoy through feeling Scott's thigh. She thought it would be more entertaining going for the one who undeniably had a shorter temper than Allison.

"I agree, it would be so hot." Kinsey teased in a smooth and sultry tone as she leaned closer to the blonde's face, returning the favor of placing a hand on Erica's thigh. "Maybe we can even ask Isaac to join? The two of you seem... close." She suggested before the two looked over at Isaac whose ears had practically perked up at the mention of his name as he looked at Kinsey.

"There's just one problem." The brunette continued, a smirk growing across her face.

"What?" Erica asked, her tone riddled with irritation.

"I don't think you can handle an Argent."

Harris pressed on the bell again sounding another light ding through the class as he instructed them to switch for the final time, everyone did so accordingly. Allison had moved to sit in the seat that Kinsey had just stood up from in turn to have her own dig at Erica while Stiles, Scott, and Kinsey found themselves sat at a single desk together because of the odd number of students and the most important- Isaac sat beside Lydia. The three brunettes sat beside one another all grew visibly uncomfortable as they shifted in their seats, looking at each other with a concerned look in their eyes. They knew that this was the make-or-break moment, clearly, Isaac didn't have any worries about potentially paralysis Lydia in the middle of class, maybe it was because he was certain that it wouldn't happen. Certain that she was the Kanima.

Stiles attempted to stand up, ready to sit beside the two of them instead so that Isaac couldn't test Lydia but before he had the chance Harris had placed his wooded pointer in front of the boy causing him to end up back in his seat.

"If you're trying to test my patience, Mr. Stilinski, I guarantee it'll be a failing grade." Harris lectured the boy before walking back to his desk leaving the three of them looking at one another at a loss once again.

As the three kept a close eye on the redhead and werewolf sat beside her the three attempted to pass chemistry as they followed the final steps to the experiment, not as well as they probably should have for three teenagers who were always at the opposing end of Harris. And especially not when one of them was failing multiple classes already. But taking their eyes off Lydia for a split second could have ended poorly. There were times when Scott and Stiles would look at one another for a moment while Kinsey was distracted by the experiment at hand or looking out for her best friend, both questioning whether they should mention what happened in class earlier. Particularly the fact both she and Lydia had written: "someone help me". But with a shared nod, they'd come to the mutual decision that now definitely wasn't the time to bring it up.

"Time," Harris announced again with another press of the bell. "If you've catalyzed the reaction correctly, you should now be looking at a crystal."

Kinsey grimaced as Stiles held up their beaker showing her and Scott a mashed-potato-looking substance at the bottom, they couldn't have possibly gotten further from a crystal if they'd tried. They looked around the room hoping that someone else had created a substance similar to the one they'd made but everyone else seemed to have the well-formed crystal that Harris had been expecting from them.

"Now, for the last part of the experiment that I'm sure you'll all enjoy, you can eat it."

The three looked at one another with uneasy expressions knowing none of them were brave enough to put whatever was in the bottom of their beaker anywhere near their mouths, if it tasted how it looked it would put them in a coma for the remainder of their young lives.

Scott looked over to Isaac and Lydia who he had temporarily forgotten about in the midst of being disgusted by their "crystal", as he looked Isaac was offering the crystal to the redhead with a mysterious slime-like texture around it, much like the one that Kinsey and Stiles had described after the night of being paralyzed at the garage. He immediately nudged the brunette girl sat beside him in her side alerting her of what was happening which she followed by doing the same to Stiles as they all watched with growing fear.

Just as Lydia was about to place the crystal on her tongue Scott jumped out of his seat.

"Lydia!"

"What?" The redhead asked innocently.

"Nothing." Scott shook his head as he sat back down.

He knew that there was nothing he could say in front of everyone that would stop Lydia from taking a bit of that crystal without securing himself a place in Eichen house. Kinsey had never gripped onto the hand of the two boys as tightly as she had when she watched Lydia place the crystal in her mouth to take a bite, she hadn't even gripped onto them this tight when an Alpha werewolf was chasing them through the school. This seemed scarier than that. She took a bite of the crystal, something that was sure to have paralyzed her almost instantly after simply touching the substance had paralyzed Kinsey and Stiles after just a minute. But it didn't. She was fine, able to move as if nothing had happened. But it had. That simple bite of a crystal had confirmed their worst nightmares.

The four teenagers piled into Coach's office, flustered as usual, after the revelation that had just come to light it was no wonder the four were sporting skin more glowing than usual, or for the most panicked of all, Stiles, a spreading patch of wetness beneath his armpits. It was obvious that between them they would have to form some kind of plan to protect Lydia, with how quick Erica and Isaac worked who knew how much time they had before Derek was waiting outside of the school to kill her, whether she was with people or not.

"Derek's outside, waiting for Lydia." Scott deadpanned.

Apparently, they worked quicker than they thought.

Immediately Kinsey released a large sigh as she leaned against Coach's filing cabinet, tempted to turn around and pick the lock to score herself some of the precious alcohol that she knew was bound to be in there. With the amount, she knew Coach drank he had to keep his draw well-stocked but as Stiles shook his head at her, clearly knowing what she was thinking as she eyed up the draw she realized that drinking wasn't going to be on the schedule anytime soon. Or at least until Lydia's birthday. She turned back to the conversation just as Scott and Allison began talking about what exactly Derek's intentions were, if though it hadn't been made clear.

"Waiting to kill her?" Allison asked.

"If he thinks she's the Kanima, then yes, especially what happened at the pool." Scott followed as he looked at the two who'd been there that night, both of them vividly remembering the feeling of drowning, as well as the sensation of being paralyzed like Derek had been that night. Frankly, after that, they couldn't blame him for craving vengeance, but this was Lydia he wanted to kill and neither was going to agree with letting him do that.

"It's not her." Stiles deadpanned.

"Stiles, she didn't pass the test, man. Nothing happened." Scott tried to reason with him. If it made him feel the amount of guilt for admitting that he couldn't imagine how the other three felt. Allison and Kinsey were her best friends and until Kinsey's arrival, Stiles only had eyes for the redhead. They'd known her practically their whole life. It was a hard thing to admit.

"No, it can't be her. Kins, come on. You know it's not her."

Kinsey bit guiltily on her lip knowing what she truly felt about this. How she wanted to feel compared to how she really felt. "I'm not so sure anymore." She admitted guiltily.

She wanted to believe it couldn't be Lydia, that for some reason she just hadn't had a reaction to the Kanima's venom, or that maybe she would just have an extremely delayed reaction to it and they would head to their next class just to find out she had dropped to the floor in the middle of the hallway or something. But she couldn't deny what she had just seen. And she knew how fast she and Stiles had become paralyzed by the venom, all they did was touch it. Lydia had eaten it.

"It doesn't matter what any of us think." Allison sighed. "Because Derek thinks it's her."

"So what do we do?" Kinsey asked, looking around the room for any suggestions.

"Either we convince him that he's wrong, or we've got to figure out a way to protect her."

"I really don't think he's going to do anything here, not at school," Scott admitted, clearly he was the only one who had some form of confidence within Derek. Usually, that was something that they would have seen from Kinsey who had some weird brother-sister bond with the Alpha that none of them quite understood, even she didn't understand it, but this time she knew what Derek was capable of. She knew how far he would go. So Derek doing something at school wasn't exactly impossible in her eyes. Not after how pissed he was after being paralyzed and stuck in a pool with her and Stiles for hours, it was about time that he lashed out after that.

"What about after school?" Allison pointed out.

Stiles remained silent, digging through his mind for some kind of evidence that it wasn't Lydia. Thinking back to the interactions he had had with the Kanima at both the garage and at the pool on the night of the game. All the people that "she" had killed. He knew there had to be at least one thing that could point the blame to someone else. He just had to find it.

"What if we can prove Derek's wrong?" Kinsey asked, she wasn't quite sure how but that could be a detail they figured out along the way. It wasn't like they ever went into one of these plans knowing what they were actually doing anyway.

"By three o'clock?" Stiles followed.

"There could be something in the bestiary," Allison suggested, at this point, she was just suggesting every thought that passed her mind hoping one would work out for them.

"Oh, you mean the 900-page book written in archaic Latin that none of us can read? Good luck with that." Stiles sarcastically retorted, his tone becoming more irritated.

There was a moment of silence in the office as they waited for someone to make the next stupid suggestion, it was only a matter of time before it was stupid enough for them to agree to it anyway. That was how these things worked based on past experience.

"Actually," Allison mumbled, raising the heads of the three around her as they waited for yet another one of her suggestions hoping that maybe this was the one that would pan out. "I think I know someone who might be able to translate it."

"Uh, I can talk to Derek," Scott suggested as his part of the plan that wasn't really a plan. "Maybe convince him to give us a chance to prove it's not her. But if anything happens, you guys let me handle it, okay?" He insisted as he looked between the three of them. Though Stiles nodded in agreement knowing that it was probably for the best neither Argent was willing to let it go that easily. They weren't willing to sit around and wait for him to rescue them.

"What does that mean?" Both girls asked with an offensive tone.

"It means that neither of you can heal as I do. I just don't want either of you getting hurt."

Kinsey and Allison looked at one another, rolling their eyes before the older brunette began to dig through her bag for what Kinsey already knew was in there while she lifted the hem of her skirt revealing the knife that was strapped to her leg. Scott had been too busy watching his girlfriend with furrowed eyebrows to realize that Kinsey too had something of her own but Stiles had noticed immediately, going as far as to take a step back from her before she removed it. As she pulled the knife out of its holder Allison pulled out her compact bow, both of them sharing a smug grin as Scott looked between them with wide eyes.

"We can protect ourselves." Allison deadpanned. Stiles shrugged agreeing with that statement as he watched Kinsey place the knife back in its holder, he had wondered why she had begun wearing skirts and dresses so much, clearly, it was for easy access to the weapon she was walking through school with on a daily basis. Scott on the other hand wasn't so confident about the two girls fighting to protect themselves, no matter how much hunter training they received and no matter how many weapons they had hidden under their clothes or in their bags. And that had been clear by the expression he wore across his face "What? Did something else happen?"

"I just don't want you getting hurt." He reiterated again. "Seriously, if anything goes wrong, you call me, okay? I don't care if your dad finds out. Call, text, scream, yell, whatever. I'll hear you and I'll find you as fast as I can. We have until 3:00."

Allison nodded, agreeing to call him if they needed him before Scott began walking towards the door ready to go and convince Derek. In the midst of their little heart-to-heart, neither of the couples had noticed that Kinsey and Stiles had Allison's crossbow in their hands as Kinsey tried to teach Stiles how to work it without him pressing the trigger. But of course, this was Stiles, and he had to press the trigger. The arrow hissed through the air heading towards the wolf at the door before he quickly spun around to catch it in his hand. Kinsey quickly dropped her half of the crossbow, moving aside as Allison turned to look at them with an unimpressed expression, her hand held out for Stiles to pass her the crossbow. Even if Kinsey wasn't near the crossbow when she had turned around she knew her cousin had played a part in it.

"Sorry. Sorry. Sensitive trigger on that." He mumbled in defense.

While Scott headed to prove Lydia's innocence and Allison tried to figure out what the bestiary said with her mysterious translator the other two, possibly more incompetent teenagers, were on the duty of protecting and following Lydia around until the end of school while trying to convince her that she needed to spend the night hanging out with them. If it wasn't for Kinsey's presence that would have been a job made a lot harder, it was already a difficult task when all that the redhead did was complain about how close Stiles was walking to her. But they couldn't exactly tell her that if they left her alone she would get mauled by an Alpha werewolf and his three betas. And it wasn't as if they could blurt out the fact she actually turned into a yellow-eyed reptilian monster that kept going on murder sprees around the town.

Their protection had even meant skipping out on their own final period just so the two of them could stand outside of the classroom waiting for the moment that the redhead left, or in case Erica and Isaac had had the idea to jump her in class. Neither had heard from Scott in the time they had been waiting outside of the class, but they had heard from Allison who said she was making process. So at least most of their poorly formed plan was going to plan.

It had taken a lap of the whole school after the redhead's final class before Lydia finally let the two walk beside her rather than letting them chase her tail, barely able to catch their breaths. They'd managed to convince her that they needed to find Allison before they could leave the school to hang out, which seemed to be a feasible excuse considering she had gone along with it. But both knew that her slowing down and actually walking with them meant it was only a matter of time before she asked them what was going on.

"So why exactly do you want to hang out tonight?" Lydia asked in an interrogating tone.

"Do I need a reason to hang out with my best friend?"

"Considering you usually complain about hanging out rather than staying in bed. Yes."

Kinsey gasped dramatically, a hand placed over her chest as if she were offended that Lydia would suggest she complained about hanging out, or that she would ever spend all of her time in bed. If only that was true. With all the werewolf-related activities in her life, she never had the chance to sit in bed like she used to be able to before knowing about this secret. If it wasn't troubled with a werewolf or a Kanima she would be spending her time training with Chris and Allison and occasionally trying to study so that she didn't get expelled.

"We're not hanging out," Stiles spoke up receiving a confused stare from the two girls. "It's a study group." He followed allowing Kinsey to breathe a sigh of relief. "Kinsey's failing math."

"Oh. That doesn't surprise me."

Kinsey attempted not to be offended by either of those comments. She was actually doing well in math considering her lack of time studying and paying attention in class, and Lydia's comment was just another one of Lydia's comments that she made because of her lack of filter.

The three had made it to the other side of the school before they finally found Allison who had secured the translation of the Kanima's page in the bestiary, while also finding yet another form of protection for Lydia. Usually, they wouldn't have been so pleased about the company but he was an extra set of hands to fight with and eyes to watch Lydia, so none of them were going to complain about Jackson being around them this afternoon. They wouldn't ever admit it but they needed him right now. They needed another person who cared about the redhead enough to protect her, even if he was her jackass ex who had dumped her in an awful way.

"If we're doing a study group, why didn't we just stay in the library?" Lydia asked as she looked around at the four teenagers surrounding her, specifically Kinsey and Allison.

"Because we're meeting up with somebody else." Stiles quickly answered.

"Hmm. Well, why don't they just meet us in the library."

"The library gives me allergies." Kinsey followed with a sniffle.

"You were just in there."

"And that's how I know. But that would have been a great idea. Oh well."

"Wait, hold on-"

Before the redhead could ask yet another question that nobody could easily or honestly answer Jackson had stepped forward, placing his hand on Lydia's back to guide her out of the school as he told her to shut and continue walking. Surprisingly she didn't even argue against him rather than following his orders while the other three fell back behind them sharing a look of stress and a shake of the head knowing that tonight wasn't going to be easy. If it was this hard now it would be even harder when they actually found somewhere to hide her for the rest of the night, and Kinsey wasn't willing to even fake study just to appease Lydia.

With nowhere else to go Kinsey and Stiles had made the executive decision to retreat to the only place that they knew was somewhat safe. Scott's house. Between the five of them, it was the only home that didn't have a family of hunters, a sheriff looking for the murderer running around his town, Lydia's mother or for the blonde who had ended up with them, a father who certainly wouldn't appreciate his million-dollar home being ruined by Kanima stains on his carpet that, knowing Jackson, was probably whiter than paper.

For the ride across town, after taking the longest possible route, Lydia had managed to stay silent as she sat in between Allison and Jackson, for the most part, they'd all stayed silent only sharing looks through the rearview mirror. But as soon as the somewhat fresh air had hit the girl her unanswerable questions began again.

"If we're studying at Scott's house, then where's Scott?" She asked as she walked up the stairs leading to the wolf's house.

"Meeting us here, I think." Stiles quickly retorted again. "I hope." He mumbled as he and Kinsey shared another concerned look with their hands guiding the redhead into the house as fast as possible. They knew Scott had Derek under control but that didn't determine whether they were being watched by his other three pairs of supernaturally enhanced eyes. For all they knew Erica, Boyd, and Isaac were in the bushes across the street watching as they practically shoved Lydia into the foyer, not daring to turn back in case they were right.

As soon as they got through the door Stiles began turning every lock and peering out of the small window beside the front door, not thinking to peer over his shoulder to see the other four staring at him with either confusion or just pure realization of how stupid the boy could be at times. Once he had seen the coast was clear he finally turned to where they all stood. Lydia had a furrowed brow as she silently questioned him. Kinsey and Allison stood with folded arms behind her, shaking their heads and Jackson looked at him as a warning to dig them out of the hole he had mistakenly dug them into with his paranoia.

"Uh... There have been a few break-ins around the neighborhood." He awkwardly answered.

At that point Kinsey and Allison had completely given up, throwing their hands up as they moved to peer out the window themselves, Kinsey's hand lingering over the knife strapped to her leg ready for any chance of a surprise attack. With the sound of a chair scraping across the wooden floor Kinsey turned to see Stiles now placing a chair beneath the door handle making matters a whole lot worse than they already were. Lydia questioned the boy by widening her eyes again and gesturing at the chair he had placed up against the door, even she had lost the will to live, as well as the will to use her actual words.

"And a murder." Stiles added with a nod, neither Argent girl able to meet his eyes or Lydia's as they awkwardly looked around the room while Jackson chose the less subtle route with a loud irritated sigh. "Yeah, it was bad."

"Lydia, follow me. I need to talk to you for a minute." The blonde boy spoke up.

"Seriously? What is going on with everyone?" Lydia shook her head as she followed him.

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After a while, it had begun getting dark, Scott was nowhere to be seen but the street in front of the McCall house had now become occupied by four werewolves looking at the three teenagers peering through the small window beside the front door at them. Clearly, Scott had failed in proving Lydia's innocence considering Derek was stood right in front of them, but it left a posing question of where exactly the beta himself was if not convincing Derek. And right now they needed his presence more than ever, even with a dagger and crossbow they wouldn't be able to fight off four werewolves. Once the three had decided it had been too long Stiles had given Allison his phone to call the wolf ready to question where the hell he had been for the period of time that Derek and his pack had been watching them like four lousy stalkers. As soon as Scott had answered his phone Allison urged for him to get there right now, her grip tightening around the crossbow in her hand which had stirred up even more feelings of nervousness within Stiles who looked down at it, almost green from his nausea.

Rather than giving the phone back to Stiles, Allison's hand lingered over the series of numbers looking down at it with an uneasy look that neither Kinsey nor Stiles had noticed as first as they continued looking out of the window to see the smug grins of Erica and Isaac who looked straight back at them. Slowly they had moved closer to the house rather than standing across the street, maybe it was so that the three teenagers they had trapped in the foyer of the McCall house could still see them through the growing darkness. Scott still nowhere to be seen.

"What are you doing?" Stiles asked as he looked at the older Argent who was beginning to tear up as she began dialing a phone number causing Kinsey to too turn her head towards Allison.

"I think... I think I have to call my dad." Allison sniffled.

"No, but if he finds you here, you and Scott..."

"I know." She nodded.

"Allison." Kinsey spoke up trying to make the girl see what she was putting at stake here. Even if they could use the backup of the entire Argent hunter clan calling them was the last possible resort. Who knew what Chris would do when he got here? After all, the deal was that Allison would never see Scott again to save his life. Calling Chris might just end his life.

"What else are we supposed to do? They're not here to scare us, okay? They're here to kill Lydia."

Kinsey and Stiles sighed knowing that she was right. If Lydia had any chance of making it through the night they needed someone who was much more capable of protecting her than they were. Either the werewolf they had been waiting hours for or a group of men actually trained for situations like this, all of them would have preferred the first option but they were running out of time. Derek wouldn't wait all night for Lydia to leave, they knew he'd much rather barge through the house and kill her in cold blood no matter where in the house she was.

"Someone needs to guard the back door," Kinsey spoke up, volunteering herself.

"We all need to stay together." Allison disagreed.

"There's three of us stood at one door while nobody is stood by the back ready to stop any of them if they try to get in. The two of you stay here, I'll go. It's only a few feet away." She tried to reason with the older brunette, pulling the knife out of its strap as she walked through the kitchen to stand by the back door waiting for that possibility of someone breaking in.

With the knife tightly gripped in her hand, Kinsey paced around by the back door, her knuckles turning white and her breaths becoming heavier as she mumbled prayers to herself that Scott would burst through the door any minute saving them all. She could hear the slight mumbling of Stiles and Allison in the other room as they panicked just as much as she was. The four wolves outside could probably hear how heavily their hearts were beating, maybe they weren't here to just scare them but that didn't mean they hadn't succeeded in that task.

Through the walls she could hear as Stiles suggested that Allison should shoot one of them. If she hadn't been so adamant about guarding the back door she would have walked in there and asked him if he was being serious, but Allison had asked the same question anyway. He was in fact very serious, making the point of using their own words against them. We can protect ourselves. Even from a different room, Kinsey hated when he was right. The silence she heard after he had said that suggested that Allison was actually considering shooting one of them, but they were werewolves, they would heal, it wasn't a big deal, right?

"Which one?" Allison asked as she peered through the curtains again.

"Derek. Yeah, shoot him, preferably in the head."

"If Scott was able to catch an arrow, Derek definitely can."

"Okay, uh, just shoot one of the other three, then." Stiles shrugged.

"You mean two." Allison corrected him.

"No. I mean three." He disagreed as he quickly looked through the window to see Derek, Boyd, and Erica looking straight at him, sharing a smirk. "Where the hell is Isaac?"

The sound of a crash followed by the muffled scream of Allison's name told them exactly where Isaac was. Of course, he would have gone around the back, he probably knew that Kinsey was the only one there. The four of them had probably heard their scheming from outside. Stiles knew that he should have stopped her when he had the chance, of course, Isaac would take any opportunity to get to Kinsey if it was presented. If that wasn't made clear by the fact he had kept weaseling his way around her their conversation in chemistry should have made it clear enough that Isaac was interested in her too.

With his hand over the short brunette's mouth, Isaac shoved Kinsey against the wall, his body right against hers as she tried to fight him off without the knife that he had made her drop when he'd scared her by kicking his way through the back door while she was busy trying to listen to what was going on in the other room.

"You know, I could get used to this," Isaac smirked as he looked down to the lack of space between them. "Which is why I wish I didn't have to do this." He deadpanned before throwing the brunette onto the floor, kicking the knife away from her before heading to Stiles and Allison.

With a painful groan, Kinsey pulled herself off of the ground, stumbling to find the knife that Isaac had kicked away until she had caught a glimpse of it shining over in the dining room. She quickly rushed to grab the knife as she listened to the commotion happening in the foyer, with Isaac growling, glass smashing, and Stiles struggling to fight back it was clear that they had lost their chance of finding someone else to support them in this fight. When she had gotten back to the foyer Allison had too just pulled herself off of the ground, grabbing her crossbow while Isaac continued his attack on Stiles. Through the fight he had warned them to get Lydia, neither of the girls willing to argue against him as they ran up the stairs prepared to defend the redhead with their only forms of defense in this fight. It was only a matter of time before Derek, Erica, and Boyd joined the other beta in fighting against them, and they weren't all going to fight Stiles.

As soon as they reached the top of the end of the hallway they found a tearful Lydia with shaky hands who had been slowly making her way towards coming downstairs until the two of them had stood in front of her.

"Get back," Allison warned in a whisper.

"Someone's trying to break in, okay? Go." Kinsey added but the redhead hadn't moved, she was too filled with fear to move a muscle. Both her tears and shaky hands had been involuntary. "Lydia, go!" She shouted at the redhead who finally listened and ran towards Melissa's bedroom while she and Allison headed towards Scott's.

Allison locked the door behind them before both of them stood with their backs against the door trying to catch their breaths as they looked at one another with fear in their eyes. The older girl had her crossbow raised ready for the inevitable when someone came to find them, while Kinsey kept the knife at her side holding it tighter than ever. Not willing to lose it again.

While Allison had thrown her head back questioning how they had gotten themself into a mess like this once again Kinsey turned her head towards the feeling of cold wind that had brushed against her exposed legs, her eyes guiding her to Scott's open bedroom window. Immediately she had noticed the familiar-looking venom that had paralyzed her at the garage which meant only one thing.

"Stiles, it's here!" Kinsey yelled at the top of her lungs, even if it meant that one of the wolves would find them.

In the midst of all the action, neither girl thought to question why they hadn't seen Jackson, or how the Kanima venom was in the room with them while they knew that they had just seen their redhead best friend go into Melissa's bedroom. Soon after Kinsey's yelling through the house, the sound of heels clicking against the wooden staircase could be heard, Allison looked at her cousin knowing exactly what that meant. Erica. The two moved away from the door to stand at the end of Scott's bed, as Allison stood next to the window she looked between her crossbow and the venom hanging from the window's frame. She looked at Kinsey for approval as a grin grew across the shorter brunette's face as she whispered an I knew there was a reason we got on so well. Allison carefully removed the bow, collecting a sample of the venom on it before placing it gently back into the crossbow with Kinsey's help. The clicking sound had gotten louder and louder until it had paused for a moment giving them enough chance to stand ready again.

Three kicks sounded across the wooden door before the lock had been torn from its hinges allowing the door to swing open revealing the smug blonde on the other side, her grin only growing when she saw the pair of young Argent hunters with their weapons at the ready.

Erica looked down at the laser from Allison's crossbow shining over her heart, a mocking laugh erupting from her as she met eyes with the brunettes again.

"Hmm." She breathed deeply, folding her arms. "This might make me sound like kind of a bitch... but I've always wondered what it would feel like to steal someone's boyfriend. I bet it's a pretty sick rush of power. And now I have the choice of two to steal." Erica laughed as she looked between them, clearly referencing Scott and Stiles even though she knew the situation between Kinsey and Stiles. The boy hadn't exactly been discreet in his feelings lately. "I think I might try it with Scott. You know what? I don't think it's going to be that hard."

Erica slowly stepped closer as she spoke, closer to the end of the crossbow that Allison held up at her and closer to the knife that Kinsey stood prepared to use, using it on Erica would bring a lot more thrill than it would on Isaac, and he had been the one to throw her across the floor.

"Because why would he be waiting around to steal ten minutes with you when he can have me any time he wants?"

Allison pressed down on the trigger sending the arrow straight towards Erica, as expected she had been able to catch it in a single movement like Scott had been able to. All they had to do was act as if they thought shooting an arrow at a werewolf would work for them. And frankly, the two had become quite the actors since having to lie about their lives so much.

"You didn't really think that would work, did you?" Erica laughed.

"Actually..."

"It worked exactly how we planned." Kinsey said as she finished Allison's sentence, a grin growing across both of their faces while they watched Erica's fade when she opened her hand to see the venom spread across her palm.

She looked back up at the two Argent's before her paralysis kicked in and she had fallen to their feet with a groan causing a burst of slight laughter to erupt from the two girls as they lowered their weapons. Kinsey watched as Allison knelt down beside the helpless blonde, moving her hair from in front of her ear to make sure the message she was about to give her was clear while Kinsey stood watching, enjoying this side of Allison. It wasn't often this side of her came out, but it was always a treat when it did. Kinsey wasn't quite sure what Allison had meant when she had muttered I thought you were psychic to Erica, but it seemed to resonate with the blonde whose face had dropped almost as quick as her body had. Allison finished off by muttering the simple yet powerful word of bitch before she stood up, leaving the room with newfound pride.

Kinsey began following Allison until she realized it was also a good chance for her to say what she wanted to the blonde who had no choice but to listen.

"You know, Erica, desperation is a foul stench." She shrugged as she knelt down beside the blonde just enough so that Erica could see her. "But with your enhanced smell, I'm sure you know how much you stink of it."

Erica scowled at the brunette, her face was the only thing she was able to move at this moment but both were sure it wouldn't be their last run-in with one another. Kinsey was about to stand up before another thought crossed her mind. "I told you you couldn't handle an Argent."

When the two girls got downstairs it was almost in complete darkness, the power had been cut out allowing them to barely see the shadows as they wearily walked down the stairs hand-in-hand. That was when they noticed that they were seeing two pairs of glowing golden eyes rather than one, two sets of growling erupting through the house rather than one. If it hadn't been for the two shadows attacking one another and Stiles stumbling over to the stairs to stand with them they would have assumed that Boyd had joined in on the fight. But it was clear now that it was Scott who was fighting against Isaac. With another loud crash, Isaac had been thrown across the room, Scott looked between the three of them as his way of questioning where Erica was, all three of them simply pointing upstairs as they moved out of the way so that he could go up. Seconds later he was walking back down with the paralyzed blonde thrown over his shoulder, nodding at Stiles to open the front door which he gladly did. Derek and Boyd still stood outside with concerned looks across their faces as Scott threw his own betas to his feet.

The four slowly walked onto the porch to meet the Alpha that stared at them with a look of defeat, Scott stood ahead ready to protect his friends and girlfriend again if he had to.

"I think I'm finally getting why you keep refusing me, Scott." Derek admitted. "You're not an Omega. You're already an Alpha of your own pack." He continued as the three stood behind Scott looked at one another realizing that they were the pack he was referring to, Scott's pack. "But you know you can't beat me."

"I can hold you off until the cops get here." Scott deadpanned, almost on cue the sound of sirens wailing began in the air, growing closer to the home.

Derek didn't have a chance to release another snarky remark before a sound of hissing came from above them causing all of them to look up, even the four covered by the shelter of the porch as scurrying footsteps sounded above their heads. The four rushed from under the porch to look on top of the roof, the Kanima slowing crawling across it, past Scott's bedroom. It stopped on the edge releasing a large, high-pitched roar that startled all of them, apart from the big bad wolf who grew a scowl across his face.

"Get them out of here." Derek instructed his last standing beta as he looked down at the unconscious Isaac and paralyzed Erica.

The sound of more heels clicking against the wooden floor had turned all of their heads towards the McCall house where it was coming from, all of them sporting a furrowed brow until Lydia had come rushing out of the house with her mascara still running. A realization coming across every single one of them at once.

"Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?" She yelled as she looked across the six people whose jaws were practically on the ground.

"It's Jackson."