Sarah's POV

My hair bounces on my shoulders as I move to the beat, the loudness of the music making my heart beat like a drum. I take another swig of the alcohol in my hands, which happened to be fireball, one of my favorites. The sweet bitter taste stings my throat on the way down as I smile, letting myself go for tonight.

I had heard about the lacrosse team having some type of bonfire at the school tonight, and I thought that it sounded like a good time. So that's why I'm here; to get my mind off of the other shitty things that I've been stressing about since I came back to life. And I was right--this fireball sure did the trick.

I flick my hair around as I move to the beat, all of my senses feeling as if they were exploding. I could hear the music as if it was right in my ear, my nose lit up from the smell of the alcohol, and my skin felt like it was on fire. I was just minding my own business when I felt a pair of hands go to my waist, causing my eyes to flash open.

I turn around to see some guy there; a grin spread across his face. I could smell the alcohol on him, explaining why he had done that, but I didn't care.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing?" I ask as I raise my eyebrows, clasping onto the fireball in my hand.

He grins, showing his teeth this time. "What? I saw a pretty girl dancing and I couldn't help myself."

"Well, I have a boyfriend," I grit back at him, causing his eyebrows to raise this time.

"Oh that's right," he says, taking a step back. "You're Sarah Manchester, aren't you? You're dating the spaz."

I narrow my eyes. "He's not a spaz."

"Excuse me," he says as he looks down at his lacrosse jersey. "I didn't mean it like that-"

"What other way could you mean it then?" I ask.

I could see his cheeks turn red, but he doesn't give me an answer. "Where's he at anyways? I thought he'd come to the party."

Truth was, I didn't really know what he was up to. Scott had told me he didn't go to school, along with Lydia, so I had guessed that the two of them were up to something. I just never found the time to call him and ask him. Besides, Scott had told me that he wanted me to stay away from him, so I guess that's what I've been doing.

"He's sick," I lie through my teeth, taking another swig of fireball before moving  a little more with the beat.

The boy takes another step forwards. "I'm surprised he let you come here tonight alone."

"He didn't," I hear someone else say, causing me to turn and see Scott standing there. He had a protective look on his face, and I wasn't sure what he thought he was doing.

The boy starts to walk away then, getting the memo that he wasn't wanted here. "I better get going. I'll talk to you later Scott."

Scott nods his head as the boy walks off, leaving Scott and I here alone. A little smile spreads across my face as I look up at him. "I had that."

"I'm sure you did," he says as he looks off where that boy ran off to. "I just got rid of him a little bit faster than you did."

"Who is that anyways?" I ask as I take another swig, noticing that he was on the lacrosse team.

Scott turns fully towards me now. "His name is Jacob; he's not the best player on the team."

I nod my head as I continue to dance, trying to ignore that that had just happened. I wanted to let myself go again and forget everything; to let my mind go numb. I had just about gotten to that point again before Scott asked me another question, making me stop dancing.

"What are you doing here exactly?"

I turn back to him. "I can answer that with two answers. To get drunk and to forget about everything else."

"I hate to burst your bubble or anything," Scott says as he looks down at my fireball. "But we kind of can't get drunk. I think it's apart of the whole healing thing."

I furrow my eyebrows at him, confused because I thought I had felt a little tipsy. "Maybe it's different for people like me."

"I don't think so," Scott says once again, really being a buzzkill. "I remember Kira telling me that she couldn't get drunk either."

I furrow my eyebrows, growing upset that Scott was probably right. "Well then maybe you shouldn't be worrying about me."

"What are you talking about?"

I point over towards Liam, who has been practically drowning himself in alcohol since I got here. "He's drank more than me and I've been here longer."

Scott groans to himself, thinking that he'd go over there and deal with that problem, but instead he stays with me. "Malia's here too."

My stomach knots at the sound of her name, almost forgetting about her entirely. I guess my mind has been too busy to think about her and the fact that she had said that Stiles was her anchor. I guess it was a good thing too; because now that Scott mentioned her, never in my life have I wanted to confront her about it.

My eyes narrow as I start to march towards Malia, who I had spotted on the opposite side of the fire. She had a beer bottle in her hand, dancing the night away. She looked the same way I had, except she didn't have a guy placing their hands on her hips. I grew more confidence as I marched over to her, Scott stopping me about halfway.

"What do you think you're doing?" Scott says as his large hand grabs my bicep, holding me back.

I continue to glare at Malia, not once taking my eyes off of her. "I want to talk to her."

"About what?" he asks farther.

A low growl leaves my throat. "About Stiles."

Scott's eyes widen. "Sarah-"

"Let me go," I say as I finally make eye contact with Scott, my eyes then trailing to his hand. He shakes his head then, indicating that he wasn't about to go let me make a fool out of myself. I knew what I had to do then, so I made my skin grow hot, causing Scott to yelp quietly and take his hand off of me. I hated doing that to him, but it was the only way.

I turn back and march up to Malia, not noticing me yet. Her eyes were closed and she was dancing to the beat, looking as if she was doing the same thing I was doing; trying to forget everything.

"Malia!" I shout over the music, causing her eyes to finally open. She looks startled to see me, but it soon turns into some type of anger. No, not anger...jealousy.

"What do you want?" she snaps at me as my eyebrows raise, surprised by her tone.

I lick my lips, positive I wanted to say what I said next. "I want you to stay away from Stiles."

"That's not hard considering that he lied to me," she says dryly as she stops dancing, realizing that I wasn't here to play nice. "But I hope you realize that you won't have him for much longer either."

My stomach knots, choosing to ignore what she said. "You'll need to find a new anchor then, won't you?"

Malia's eyes narrow. "Why? Is Stiles being my anchor a problem for you?"

"Actually, it is," I grit as my fists clench at my side.

She laughs slightly before taking another drink from her bottle. "Well, I guess that's one problem you'll have to live with, amongst the many others."

I can feel the fire behind my eyes as Scott finally catches back up, standing behind me with his eyes wide. "You're the one to talk."

"At least I didn't let a dark spirit control me and kill the ones I love," she fires back at me.

I bite the bottom of my lip. "Says the one who killed their family in a car wreck."

I realized how far I had went after I said that, and after I did, I could see the pain written on Malia's face. However, it wasn't there for long before the next thing I know, a fist is flying across my face, pain blossoming there. My jaw drops as I feel Scott's hands wrap around my shoulders, helping me stand back up. I look up to see Malia standing there with her fist clenched, her chest heaving huge breaths.

I focus on the fire inside me before I'm slamming my own fist across her face, hearing it scold as it touched her skin. She yelps before stumbling backwards, her eyes burning blue as she looked back up at me. Pure rage was on her face, and I knew that she was going to come at me again.

I try to make the next move, but Scott is stepping in between the both of us then, extending his arms. "Stop this! This is stupid!"

Malia's eyes turn back to normal as the crowd starts to notice. "What's stupid is that she's throwing such a big fit about this."

I start to fire back a reply, feeling the fire burning in my fists, but Scott stops me. "Maybe you both are drunk."

Just as Scott says this, Malia stumbles backwards, someone in the crowd catching her however. I furrow my eyebrows before my vision starts to blur, almost losing my footing as well. Scott narrows his eyes when he realizes that something was wrong, but just as the music got cranked higher, Scott stumbles down as well.

I look up hazily as I see three men walk over, wearing some type of uniform. I feel hands wrap around my arms as someone starts to drag me away, taking me farther away from the party and from Scott and Malia.

"What...What's going on?" I ask as I try to look back at who was carrying me, but I couldn't see their face.

"Hey! Those are my friends!" I hear someone shout, looking over and seeing that it was Mason. That was when I realized that Liam was gone too. That's when it hit me.

These guys are assassins.

I try to squirm around to get out of the guys grasp, but he held onto me tight. I even tried to focus on the fire, but I felt as if my strength was slowly diminishing.

"Let go of me..."

The man grunts as he opens the school doors, dragging me inside as my feet dragged across the tile flooring. I noticed then that the other men were dragging Malia and Scott as well, taking them to the same place this other guy was as well.

I grunt as the guy throws me down across the lockers, followed by Scott and Malia landing beside me. Liam moans beside me as I look down at him, seeing that he must be feeling the same way the rest of us were. My eyes try to focus as another man bends down in front of us, staring me in the eyes.

"She's the girl on fire," he says as the other men pay attention closely. "We'll have to kill her another way. Burn the others."

My eyes widen as another man grabs my arms, dragging me across the ground as if I was a pile of garbage. I feel Scott try and reach out for me, to keep the man from taking me away, but it was no use. I look back as another man pours gasoline all over the rest of them, pulling out a lighter to finish the job.

I don't get to see what happens next as I'm dragged around the corner, being thrown up against another set of lockers. My back hurts as I look up at him, watching as he pulled out a gun from his pocket. My heart thumps in my chest as he presses it up against my forehead, his finger hovering over the trigger.

"Please-" I try to mutter, hoping there was some way I could stop him. "You don't have to do this-"

"I need the money," he states simply as he licks his cracked lips. "You're worth the most, and that's what I need."

"I have money," I say, nodding my head lazily. "I can pay you whatever you want-"

He shakes his head as he readjusts the gun. "I'm afraid that won't work. I'm sorry."

I close my eyes then, waiting for him to pull the trigger, but he never does. My eyes flash open when I realize that the music had stopped from outside, but that's not what intrigued me the most. Standing there above the now passed out man was Derek Hale, a gun in his hands.

"I thought you didn't like guns," I say as a small smile spreads across my face.

He laughs slightly as he holds his hand out. "I do now."

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Sarah and Malia drama is my now favorite thing. I'll make sure to add more of that later on (: