*not a new update, just had to re-publish it because Wattpad is being stupid*

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Sarah's POV

A hit list. That's what else you need to add to my list of "reason's not to live in Beacon Hills."

Apparently Lydia had found a room at the lake house and had heard voices, all of which were telling her the name that I dreaded to hear...Allison. She had told us earlier about some type of code thing she had written in class one day by accident, but she never knew what it exactly meant until last night. Allison's name was some type of password to get into the system, which then revealed a list of names of all of the supernaturals in Beacon Hills. There were also numbers besides the names, most likely being how much each person was worth.

Thankfully my name wasn't on it, but Lydia had said that this was only list one out of three. I had a gut feeling that I was on one of the other remaining two, but I wasn't sure how much I would be worth. The only names that I knew of on the list were the Walcotts, Lydia, Scott, Kira, and Derek. Scott's name had had the highest dollar amount, meaning that he would be a bigger target.

My heart had sank into my stomach when I had first heard about this list, since I felt the need to protect everyone, but I knew that I couldn't. Last time I tried that, I had instead almost killed them all. Hearing that your best friend and your other friends are on a hit list isn't the best way to end a crappy night of some girl trying to steal your boyfriend.

Words can't even describe how angry I had been after I had heard Malia say those three words. She clearly had intended to hurt me by saying that, and she sure did a hell of a good job. But I knew better than to let her get into my head, so I was the bigger person and kept to myself. I screamed on the inside, mostly saying not so nice of things, but I kept my mouth shut. I remember Stiles looking over his shoulder at me with a panicked expression on his face, clearly weirded out that she had said that to him. Something on his face had told me that he didn't appreciate her saying that to him, meaning that he didn't like Malia in any shape or form in that type of way.

But I still felt jealous.

Scott and Kira however managed to keep Liam under control...well, they managed to make sure he didn't murder anyone. He had gotten away from them and ran crazily through the woods, up until Chris came back from out of no where and helped Scott. After that I don't know much, other than that Liam and Scott had a heart to heart talk and now Liam was more understanding. I guess he just had to see with his own two eyes that werewolves do exist.

Anyways, Stiles and I had stayed up for the most part doing research on this hit list all weekend. Lydia on the other hand has been at the lake house with Kira and Malia, trying to listen for another password, but they weren't getting any luck. I honestly felt bad for Lydia. She was desperate to help her friends, even if that meant staring at a record play over and over again to do so. She really did deserve a vacation.

Stiles and I had pretty much figured out everything; like how the money that was stolen from Peter must be what's funding the hit list, along with the connections of the recent murders. The only thing we didn't know was why or who was behind it, and I was determined to figure it out. That's why I decided to skip school and talk to the one person I knew that might have some answers; my mother.

The last time I had talked to her was when we had discovered that Stephen wasn't related to either of us by blood, so I had decided to give her some space before I demanded more answer from her. She still had so much to tell me, but I knew that it would take time again before she opened up to me. It's been long enough now, and I needed answers. If she still won't give them to me, then I guess that I'll just have to take them one way or another.

Stiles had demanded that he come with me, but I had somehow made him stay behind. I knew that he needed to go to school and help with whatever happened there, since for some reason, I had some type of bad feeling. I just hoped that an army of hunters wouldn't waltz in there and murder all of my friends. Either he accepted the fact that he needed to stay and help his friends, or he knew that I truly wanted to do this on my own. He could tell when something was beyond his control, and talking to my supposedly dead mother crossed that line.

So that's where I was now; standing outside of the supposed apartment that my mother had taken me to after she had kidnapped me. It was much larger than I had remembered; along with it being much more nicer. I guess I was too angry and upset last time to even pay any attention.

My eyes become dry as I ride up the elevator, remembering that my mother was staying on the third floor of the building. I had asked the receptionist what room she was staying in, learning that it was number 312. The more I thought on the way up, the more I realized what I was doing. What exactly was I supposed to say? I couldn't just walk in there and demand answers randomly...or can I?

The elevator dings open as I take a deep breath, walking out and heading down the hall towards her room. My palms begin to sweat as I reach the door, listening inside to make sure she was even home. I can faintly hear the TV playing and the sound of movement, indicating that she was here.

I guess here goes nothing.

I slowly knock on the door with my knuckles, lowering my hand and waiting for my mother to answer the door. It takes a moment before I hear more movement come towards the door, the door finally creaking open to reveal my mother.

She looked terrible. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants and a loose baggy shirt, along with a pair of black socks. Her hair was greasy and pulled up into a messy bun and she was wearing no make-up; there also being bags under her eyes as if she's had little to no sleep. What in the world...?

"Sarah?" she says as she perks up slightly. "It's nice to see you again."

I swallow the lump in my throat. "I'm here for more answers."

"Then I guess you came to the right place," she says as she opens the door up farther, allowing me to walk inside. My eyes drift away from her as I step inside, hearing her close the door behind me. The apartment wasn't as messy as she was, but there were a few pizza boxes and clothes lying here and there. It made me wonder what she's been up to all of this time.

"So uh..." I say, my voice drifting as I scanned the room. "What have you been up to?"

My mother sighs as she walks over to the couch again, it looking as if she hasn't moved from that spot since the last time I had seen her. She sits down before looking back up at me, her eyes flicking from me to one of the chairs, indicating for me to sit down.

"For the most part, I've been researching," she says, grabbing a mug off of the table. It smelled of vanilla coffee.

I furrow my eyebrows. "Researching?"

"Yeah," she says, swallowing a huge gulp. "I started off with looking up information about kitsunes and coming back from the dead, hoping to find something to help you and Stiles, but I didn't find anything useful. However, there was an article I had found that was pretty interesting-"

"What else did you research?" I ask, wanting her to continue.

She sighs again as her eyes stare into my own. "More about your brother. I wanted to see if I could find any ties to Stephen and his real family, but I found nothing. It's kind of hard to do research on someone when they aren't who they really are."

I nod my head, my eyes landing on all of the paperwork she had lying out on the table. She wasn't lying about doing research. There were papers that read everything about Stephen, including his birth certificate and other important documents. It amazed me that she could get her hands onto such things.

"I know you aren't here to have a friendly conversation with me, so what are you here for?" she asks me sadly before taking another sip of her coffee.

I gulp. "I uh-I wanted to ask you about this."

My mother furrows her eyebrows when I pull out a folded piece of paper, which happened to be a copy of the list Lydia had discovered. I unfold it before handing it to my mother, who scanned it with a strange expression. She's silent for a moment before she looks up at me, pointing towards the paper.

"Is this a hit list?"

I nod my head. "It's a hit list for all of the supernaturals in Beacon Hills."

"Interesting," she says as she sets her coffee down, scanning the paper closely. "Wait, why isn't your name on here then?"

"That's because this is only part one of the list," I say while leaning back farther into the chair. "There's a password to open the other two; passwords that we don't know quite yet. We're waiting for Lydia to figure it out."

My mother smiles slightly. "Ah, the banshee. I'm sure she proves quite useful to you all."

"Yeah..." I say, furrowing my eyebrows slightly. "Do you happen to know anything about it that we should know?"

My mother scoffs. "How much do you think I know?"

"Well you had told me that you ran from hunters way back when," I say as I take the list back from her. "So I figured that you might know something about a hit list."

My mother shakes her head as she sinks lower into the couch. "This is the first I've heard about it. I wish I could give you answers, but I don't have any."

"You don't have any ideas on who might have created it?"

"I'm sorry, but no," she says while shaking her head. "I've never heard of a hit list for the supernatural."

I sigh as I shove the list back into my pocket. "Well, sorry for wasting your time."

I stand as my mother leans forwards, perking up slightly as if she wanted to talk to me some more. "Sarah, wait-"

"What?" I ask as I looked down at her.

She stares up at me with concerned eyes. "How are you and Stiles?"

There were many ways I could approach this question. I could either take it as her meaning our relationship, or I could take it that she was referring to our "connection", if that's what you want to call it. I didn't really feel like talking about our relationship, so I just went with option number two.

"It's getting worse," I say while fading out. "I mean, instead of it being a feeling, now it's progressed into as if we're the same person. We don't really know what might happen next, but I have a feeling it's not going to be good."

My mother shakes her head as she stares at he feet, licking her lips slowly as she thought. "I'm sorry. I should have thought about the consequences before bringing you back-"

"It's not your fault," I say to her, which was one of the first sincere things I've said to her ever since she came back. She looks up at me then, a small smile stretching across her lips. I nod towards her before I head towards the door, ready to get back and tell everyone that my trip here was worthless. I was about to step out into the hallway before my mother speaks up again.

"Sarah-" she says as I stop and turn, looking over at her. She takes a deep breath as her eyes fill with pain, almost as if she wasn't telling me something. "Be careful who you trust, okay?"

I narrow my eyes. "What do you mean?"

"You never know," she says, her voice fading. "Sometimes it's the ones closest to you that hurt you the most."

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Do I sense foreshadowing? Totally not...

But heyyy I got another update done, yay! I do enjoy writing about Sarah and her mother. I love how they're like total opposites, well, sort of in their own ways. I wanna write more with the two of them, but we'll see how that goes. I'm just ready to get farther along in this story so the plot will unfold more. Let's just say it might be just as bad as the ending to Girl On Fire...if not worse. So, just be prepared *devious laugh*

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