Louisa Lloyd

I sit on my bed for hours without moving. Melissa and Scott tried to bring me food, but my door remained shut.

The only thing that makes me leave my bed is the sudden urge to vomit. I run from my room to the bathroom door. Surprisingly, the lights don't turn on when I press the switch but I don't have time to worry about that.

I fall on my knees in front of the toilet and let the contents of my stomach leave my body. It's an horrifying feeling, not being able to control what's happening to your body. I hate puking.

I haven't called the kids yet. I can't talk to them when their parents died. Possibly because of me. My entire body shakes as last night's dinner comes out of my mouth.

After brushing my teeth to clean my mouth and the horrible taste puking left behind, I run back to my room, a soft knock on the door stopping me on my tracks. The phone is already on my hands but I can't stop now.

"Not now, Scott." I know it's him and he'll understand.

I sigh and take deep breaths before doing the thug I've been dreading since yesterday. I have to let go if any sadness because the kids need me.

"Hello?"

"Hey."

"Lou?"

"Yeah."

There's a sob on the other side of the phone and my little Marianna starts crying. I hold my breath, the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. But I can't. Repel them, Louisa.

"What happened?"

She starts explaining, with a few stops and tissues falling on the floor- from both sides. Brett was picking Angela up from her favorite coffee shop and they both got hit by a truck.

Hit and run. They both died on the spot.

"I'm sorry I ever blamed you for this." She blows her nose again and I brush away the tears. "It was never your fault. The boys all want you to know that."

"It's okay. Keep in touch okay? And tell me if you guys need anything. I'll get on a plane and be right by your side."

"Thank you." She whispers softly before handing up.

Why is life throwing so many lemons at me?

•^•^•^•^•^•

"Deaton?" I shout as I knock on his door, trying not to scare him.

After taking Scott back to Deaton so he could check my friend's wounds, I fell asleep and had another vision. This time, Peter was there. Well, here at the Vet.

And now I'm worried about their safety. I know I'm here before Peter. I have to warn them.

Deaton opens the door for me and we walk inside in silence. He doesn't ask me what I'm doing here. He just leads me to Scott. As I enter the room, Scott snaps awake, sitting up on the steel table in the examining room.

His feet land on the concrete floor as Deaton steps out from around the corner.

"Welcome back to the land of the conscious. You doing okay?" Scott answers by swaying back, looking as if he might pass out. Deaton then takes his arm, keeping him from falling. "Maybe you should sit down."

A chime rings through the Clinic, causing the three of us to look up. I hear a slight creak, the front door opening and then silently closing.

Deaton cocks his head to listen, Scott's grip on his arm begins to tighten, fear renewing his strength.

"Hello?" Deaton calls.

"It's him." I whisper to Scott, who sends me a perplexed look. "Peter."

No response comes. Scott pulls at Deaton, trying to draw him back after what I just told him. But the man remains perfectly calm.

"I'm sorry, but we're closed." Deaton calls again.

From around the corner comes the slightest sound of footsteps. I hold my breath and wait for another sound. Something to tell us where he is.

Deaton starts forward, but Scott digs into his sleeve. Gently, Deaton pries his fingers off and gives a reassuring smile. He steps toward the front of the office. I don't have to follow him to hear what's going to be said.

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." Peter says, and I can feel the smirk on his face.

"Sorry, I'm not sure I remember you dropping off."

"This one wandered in on its own."

"Even if he did, I'm afraid I can't help you. We're closed."

Right next to me, Scott hides in a corner against the brick wall. He listens, just like me, breath held as Peter keeps pushing.

"I think you could make an exception this one time, don't you?"

"I'm sorry, that's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours."

I step around the corner to face Peter Hale. He loses the smile and steps toward Deaton.

"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it." He notices me and smirks. "And one of them came to me willingly."

"Like Deaton said... We're closed." I cross my arms in front of my chest and defy him with my eyes.

Peter stops at the gated border between the waiting area and the office used to keep animals out. He tries to approach the gate again, but it's almost like an invisible barrier presses him back. I smile mischievously

Hand coming up, Peter traces the tips of his fingers across the wood surface of the gate.

"Made from mountain ash? Right? That's an old one."

In the blink of an eye, Peter's hand wraps around one of the chairs in the waiting area. He yanks it up and sends it over the border to smash the poor chair against the wall. It tumbles to the floor beside Deaton.

Movement comes from the back of the Clinic and I bet Scott is listening to the commotion. Peter glances past me to the sound.

"Let me be as clear as possible. We. Are. Closed."

Peter finally gives a polite nod and moves for the door. But with his hand on the knob, he pauses to whisper.

"There are other people who can help me get what I want, kids." He then lets his eyes wonder to me. "More innocent. And far more vulnerable."

When the door clicks closed with a gentle chime, I slump down against the wall, knowing exactly who Peter was talking about.

"Isaac."

"Allison." Scott whispers as well.

Because Peter will take he ones we love the most. Just like what he did to Angela and Brett.

•^•^•^•^•^•

Stiles watches as Scott and I frantically search his room.

"Call it again." Scott asks.

"It's not here." Stiles retorts.

Tossing blankets, pillows, lacrosse equipment, Scott tears through the place.

"So you lost your phone. Get a new one." I suggest but don't stop looking around.

"I can't afford a new one. And I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek."

I stop doing whatever I was going- because let's face it, I wasn't helping at all- and turn my sassy mode on. Hands on my waist and raised eyebrows, I turn to Scott.

"Okay, A: you're not alone." I point at Stiles and I. "B: Derek left me for Peter. I could have died. And C: he walked right into the gunfire."

"Argent's plan was use him to get the Alpha. They won't kill him."

"Then let them do what they're planning. They use Derek to get Peter, problem solved." Stiles says and I nod.

"Not if Peter's going after Allison to find Derek. I can't protect her myself. Which means I need to find Derek first. Just help me."

Stiles reluctantly gets up to join the search.

"You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. Remember?" Scott looks at him speechless. "When he was trying to kill you? When you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here? No? Maybe it's just me."

"He wasn't going to kill anyone. And I'm not letting him die."

"Could you at least think about letting him die?" I ask, already knowing he is going to ignore my comment.

But before Scott can respond, I hear something. The sound of a car engine rumbling.

"What?" Stiles asks, mainly because Scott and I stopped searching and are not standing straight, ears trained on the sound.

"My Mom's home."

Scott and I sit by his bed, both of us listening to what's happening inside her car.

"Please leave a message after the tone." There's then a loud 'beep' and Melissa starts speaking, clearly disturbed.

"Oh. Hi. It's me. Melissa. McCall." I cringe. "Giving you... A call. That always sounds so awkward when I say it. Because of my last name. McCall. Yeah, so..."

It setting worse and worse, and Scott lays his head on my shoulder.

Wondering if you wanted to reschedule dinner. Or lunch. Doesn't have to be dinner. Lunch is good. Or coffee. If you drink coffee. Maybe you drink tea. Maybe we could just go for drinks?"

Why did Peter do that? Couldn't he choose a different target? Someone not as nice and amazing as Melissa?

"I think I'll need a few after this profoundly embarrassing message. So, if you're not totally freaked out by this disastrous call, feel free to give me... A call."

Stiles tries to read Scott's expression. I get up from the bed and start pacing. We have to do something to make Melissa forget that piece of sh- bad things. That almost made me swear.

"Is she okay?" Scott shakes his head no, still listening. "What's she doing now?"

When Scott doesn't answer, I lower my head in shame and whisper loud enough for Stiles to hear me.

"Crying."

Scott slumps down on his bed in utter misery. This time, I don't bother sitting down next to them. The guilt is eating me alive. First Angela and Brett, now Melissa. I feel like I've failed them all.

"Scott. You can't protect everyone." I begin but he interrupts me.

"But I have to."

He doesn't see Stiles's pensive expression. But I do. Cellphone in his hands, Stiles turns it over and over, the kind of mindless action someone takes when they're struggling with a thought.

Or with a secret.

What have you done, Stilinski?

•^•^•^•^•^•

I wait for Isaac once school is over the next day. Allison, Lydia and I are going dress shopping today. The problem is, I don't have a date to the dance. Isaac hasn't asked me and I'm not sure he is going to.

We're currently standing hand in hand outside the school, right next to his bike. He's doing home earlier today, his dad asked him to be home as soon as he could.

I'm sure I know what that means. And it involves fists and a freezer.

"I think you should get going." I turn to him and wrap my arms around his torso.

"Are you tired of me already?" He asks with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Never."

I throw myself at him, and he catches me with his strong arms. Looking adoringly at him, I kiss his soft lips and smile happily.

"Stay strong." I whisper, now afraid of what might happen to him.

"I have no other choice." Isaac leans down to peck my lips and grab his bag from the floor. "I'll call you later. Happy shopping with the girls. See you tomorrow at the dance."

"What?"

"You're coming with me. I thought it was already implied in the whole boyfriend and girlfriend thing."

I nod, containing my excitement for later. He winks and wishes me a happy shopping trip. 

He knows too well I hate this kind of stuff. I like wearing clothes, obviously, but I don't like buying them.

"You're Satan."

He only chuckles at my words and I watch him drive away in his bike. I sigh, deciding I have had enough. I then start looking for Stiles and Scott. Guess where they are.

Stalking Jackson and Allison.

"So what time should I pick you up tomorrow?" Jackson asks Allison, but looks around in fear.

Okay, what have my friends done this time?

"Are you okay?" Allison asks.

I lean against the locker behind Scott and Stiles. They're so busy making plans for the dance that they don't hear me coming. So I take that as the perfect opportunity to scare them.

But before I can tap Scott's shoulder and shout at him, he looks at me over his shoulder and puts a finger to his mouth.

"Yeah. Great. Really excited to go to the formal. With you. As friends. Just friends." I keep my ears on Jackson's conversation with Allison.

"Don't worry, I'll be there too." Stiles says and it breaks my focus on the other two.

"I'm still going."

"Okay, what is going on?"

"Scott here is failing coach's class so he can't go to the dance." Stiles resumes for me and turns back to Scott like nothing happened. "Is that really a good idea? Do you even have a date?"

"Not yet."

"Do you have a suit?" I decide to ask because that's a very coherent question.

"Not yet."

"A ticket to the formal? A ride?" Stiles grabs my arm and shakes it.

I have no idea what that was for.

"No and no."

"So you're riding your bike to a dance you're not allowed to go to, without a suit, a date or a way in, with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your werewolf ass?" My voice gets higher as I speak. When I finish my little rant, Scott covers my mouth with his hand and Stiles does the same.

"Yeah. You going to help me?" Scottt looks at me and Stiles with confident eyes.

He knows the answer to that already.

"Hell, yes." Stiles and I say at the same time but my words sound muffled by the two hands covering it.

Peasants...

"It's time to go shopping with my bffs!" Lydia comes to my side with a very annoyed Allison.

I smile apologetically to the two boys behind me and follow the girls to Lydia's car.

Oh yeah, her car smells like pineapple.

I sit in the backseat, already used to this because of Scott and Stiles. I text Isaac asking him if he's okay, but no answer comes from his phone. After last night's phone call, I can't let anything else happen to those I care about.

•^•^•^•^•^•

I sigh in annoyance. I hate shopping. Shoppers rush the corridor of a mall, and Allison and I follow Lydia into a Macy's Department Store entrance.

"Nothing's wrong. I have a lot on my mind."

"You could smile at least. Ever hear the saying: Never frown. Someone could be falling in love with your smile." Lydia glares at me as I brush my hair away from my face. "Smile, Allison. I'm buying you a dress."

"I'll admit, as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected."

"Excellent."

"But not as much as I'm going to  ask."

"What? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, roided up jock you said yes to and go with someone else."

"Who?"

"Him." I point at Stiles before Allison can suggest anyone else. I know he has the buffets crush on Lydia and she owes me.

For making me leave the safety of my beloved bed, just to buy dresses.

I point down the aisle to Stiles standing at a perfume counter. He sprays a bottle in his face and reacts with a violent sneeze. Isn't he perfect?

A horror-struck Lydia turns to Allison and I.

"Don't frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile." Allison mocks our friend.

They turn to see Stiles waving. Then sneezing. Violently. I laugh st his face and he sends me a very flattering text message.

>>Stiles: you're so dead.

Oh, my dear friend. If only you knew what I just did to help you.

<<Lou: come here. Right now.

I can hear his strangled sigh from the other side of the store. He doesn't even know what's about to happen to him. Poor boy.

I take Allison with me as Lydia takes Stiles to the dress department, who glances at us with extreme pain in his eyes.

Allison grabs a dress from one of the hangers and shows it to me. I frown and shake my head. That's not her color.

"That's not your color."

Allison and I glance up, caught off guard by the person peering over the racks. Peter Hale. This guy is everywhere.

"Sorry if that was intrusive. But considering your skin tone, I'd go lighter."

"Because I'm pale?"

I try to grab Allison to get her out of here but Peter steps in front of me to show her some other dresses.

"Fair. You can't call skin like yours pale. Not skin that perfect."

"Oh-kay." I wave my hands around tying to catch her attention but she's focused on Peter. I can smell her suspicion from here.

Wait, what?

"Trust me, I have a unique perspective on the subject."

As he approaches, something flickers in his eyes. Either a reflection of the store's lights. Or something else. And I take back my spot next to her, looking at Peter straight in the eyes.

"Would you mind?" He reaches for Allison's hand. Before she can even move, or before I can shove her out of the way, he has his fingers around her palm, delicately drawing her hand up. "See? Much better."

He presses a lighter fabric from the rack to her hand.

"High school dance?" He inches closer to her and I wrap my arm around hers.

"Formal." She barely manages to whisper.

As Peter comes dangerously close to her, a voice is heard from the speakers of the shop. And I sigh in relief.

"Attention shoppers. To the owner of  a blue Mazda, license plate..." Allison snaps back to reality and blinks. "5-U-N-I-7-6-8. Your car is being towed."

"What? That's- that's my car."

"Go!" I push her to the stairs and she disappears to find her car.

Peter watches the frantic teenager race around the racks and go running for the exit. Blinking in momentary confusion, Peter smiles.

"I have to say I continue to be impressed by your ingenuity, Scott." I look around trying to find him. But I can't. I smile nonetheless. "Just remember: You can't be everywhere all of the time."

"He can't." I say before grabbing a dress I actually liked and saw when he pushed me away from Allison. "But he has friends who'll always be there for him. Unlike you."

After paying for the dress, Scotty meets me near the entrance of the shop where he thanks me for being a good friend.

He would do the same for me.

•^•^•^•^•^•

I can hear Scott and Melissa talking in his bedroom as I get ready for the formal. I can't say I'm not nervous because that'd be untrue.

I'm extremely nervous and it's all thanks to Isaac. He won't tell me what time he's coming to pick me up and I'm starting to get nervous.

What is he going to think? Is he going to like or hate my dress? What about my hair and makeup? Oh, I'm such a mess! I'm ready to leave as soon as Isaac gets here so I sit on my bed and wait.

And listen to Scott and his mom. I can't help it, okay? Don't judge me.

"Is the girl coming here? You know I need the car tonight."

"I'm going stag."

"You're going alone?"

"Stag. There's a difference. Sort of."

"I'm just surprised there are no other girls besides Allison you could have asked."

"Mom, there are no other girls besides Allison."

There's a pause and I grab my phone, ready to bolt out of this house as soon as Isaac texts me.

I don't want to text him first and sound annoying and super dependent. I want him to see me as a girl who doesn't need a boy to define her.

Then my focus turns back to Scott's conversation.

"I cant help it. Every time I look at her I get this hollow feeling in my chest. It's like- like someone literally took a shovel and dug a hole in me. It's the worst feeling I've ever had in my life. I didn't even know you could actually feel this bad."

I stop to think about his words. He loves Allison, that's pretty clear to me and everybody else. But... What if something like this happens to me and Isaac? Will we find our ways back to each other?

My phone buzzes with a text. From Isaac. And he's outside. Great.

The doorbell rings and Melissa opens the door to my room, her face lighting up in a smile as she looks at me.

"You looks gorgeous, sweetie." She hugs me tightly to her body. "I know you're supposed to be having fun with Isaac, but keep and eye on Scott for me, okay?"

"Sure." I was planning on doing that already.

Scott opens the door downstairs and I run from Melissa, almost tripping on my way down the stairs.

I take a deep breath and check my outfit on the mirror by the entrance.

I have to say I look good. The light pink dress I chose yesterday hugs my body in all the right places. It's not that I have a large waist or perfect hourglass figure, no. But I love my body in this dress. It has long light sleeves and two small sections where you can see the skin on my shoulders.

I absolutely love it.

Along with white heels and the pendant my mother left me, I'm ready to go to that dance. Now all I have to do is impress my date.

"She's almost done, Isaac." Melissa pushes Scott aside and greets my boyfriend. "She looks gorgeous."

"She always looks gorg-"

I step forward and wrap my arms around my torso, suddenly being hit by the shy wave. Isaac blinks and his eyes survey my entire body. I feel the blush rising from my neck to my cheeks, and can't help but cough slightly and advert my eyes from the silent Isaac.

"Wow."

I smile shyly as he takes my arm and guides me to a black car. I wasn't expecting this. Isaac doesn't have a car.

"You look amazing." He whispers in my ear.

"You don't look so bad yourself." I feel him kiss the top of my head and open the door for me.

"Before you start thinking I'm rich, this is my cousin's car. And that's my cousin." He points at the boy who's driving the car and we exchange waves. "He'll take us to the dance and then back home. If that's okay with you."

"Okay."

His cousin is shy so he doesn't mutter a words as he drives us to the school. After leaving the car, Isaac stays behind to talk to his cousin for a while and I look around the building.

It's well decorated, a little too much for my liking. Stiles and Lydia are standing side by side near the entrance door and Allison is arriving in Jackson's car.

This is going to be fun.

•^•^•^•^•^•

"McCall! I see you." Coach shouts right behind Isaac and I.

I almost jump out of my own skin. He surprised me. What can I say?

"That boy." I shake my head and Isaac kisses my forehead. We watch the scene in front of us with amused expressions.

Pushing through a wave students, Coach heads right for him even as Scott rushes into the jammed dance floor.

And then a slow song comes on. I can't help but laugh. Scott is in trouble now.

The floor begins clearing, the uncoupled heading back to tables while the coupled clasp hands to slow dance. I stay with Isaac and he nods. Jackson and Allison sit down again and Scott finds Danny. And what does he decide to do?

Dance with Danny boy.

He puts his arms around Danny, yanking him into an awkward embrace.

"McCall, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Every couple, including Isaac and I,  around them pauses to notice Coach charging forward as if to chastise a gay couple for dancing with each other in public. His voice starts losing power. "You're not supposed to... You shouldn't be... Umm..."

Scott pulls a bewildered Danny closer to him.

"Yes, Coach?" Scott asks innocently.

The teens bear down on Coach, eyeing him with pure hostility.

"Okay, hold on..." Even the DJ leans over his booth to stare. The entire room now frighteningly quiet and still. Coach starts sweating. This is too entertaining. "I was... I mean, I wasn't... I'm not... You guys don't think I'm..."

My boyfriend and I share a look and decide to stop looking at the disaster that's happening right now. While everyone is glaring at Coach, Isaac and I are dancing like there's music playing, everything around us forgotten.

"This is perfect." I start a conversation with Isaac as we spin around, the music now back on.

"Do you want some juice?"

"Sure."

He takes his wallet with him to the small bar and asks for two juices, looking back at me from time to time.

I smile at him every time he does that. The man behind the bar takes his sweet time with our drinks.

I feel a small tug in my heart and clutch my bag against my chest, like that can stop the pain. It's like I know something bad is about to happen.

And it's to Lydia.

I don't mind the stares as I run out of this gym. I don't bother looking back at Isaac, who's holding out two cups in his hands. I don't take my eyes from the door and as it comes closer I can hear Lydia. She's at the lacrosse field.

It's dark.

"Jackson? Is that you?"

I run as fast as my legs and newfound powers allow and get there faster than I expected. I don't have Scott's enhanced powers but I can see her standing alone in the middle of the field.

On the other side and further away from me, someone starts running to her, shouting her name. And that someone is Stiles. I was right. Something is about to happen.

She turns to him and I start running too. Time is running out for all of us. And specially for Lydia.

"Jackson?" She whispers as she stares at Stiles.

But it's not Jackson. Lydia slowly retreats back as my friend approaches.

"Lydia!" She whips around, seeing me racing toward her. "Run! Lydia, run!"

Stiles shouts the same, out of breath due to the effort. I'm almost there. Almost there! Just a few more steps and I can take my friends out of here.

But I don't get there on time. Someone else- and that someone isn't Stiles either- does the unthinkable. Peter's mouth opens impossibly wide, jaw protruding out as monstrous fangs appear between his lips and Lydia screams.

I close my eyes as I run, tripping over my own feet. My knees are the first things hitting the grass. I let the tears fall down my face as I grab my heels and run back to Lydia. She drops to the grass in the lacrosse field, unconscious, the side of her dress covered with blood.

Stiles races to her as well, but Peter lunges forward with an arm reaching over her body. Clawed hand to the ground in front of her, he's like an animal claiming its kill.

Stiles stares in shock at the blood dripping from the man's jaw. I lunge for his back and hit him across the shoulders, tears streaming down my cheeks, blurring my view.

"Louisa..."

"Don't kill her. Please." Stiles begs as PETER throws me away from his body with only one of his arms.

My head hits the ground with a loud thud and I see black spots all around me. I grunt and Stiles kneels beside me, keeping his eyes on Peter and the unconscious Lydia.

"Of course. Just tell me how to find Derek."

"What?" I wobbly stand on my legs and grab Stiles' arm in support.

"Tell me how to find Derek Hale."

"I-I don't know that. How would I know?"

"Because you're the smart one, aren't you? And because I can smell it on you. Deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. So how about you tell me the truth before I rip her apart."

"I don't know. I swear to God, I don't."

Hand to the back of Lydia's neck, Peter lifts her up, closer and closer to his teeth. Frightened tears welling at my eyes, I can't pull my gaze from Lydia's bloody dress.

"Stiles..." I whisper, tightening my hold on his arm.

"Please, please stop." Peter's teeth are closer to her face, almost touching. "Okay, okay. I think... I think he knew-"

"Knew what?"

"Derek knew he was going to be caught."

"By the Argents?" Stiles nods. "And? Tell me!"

"When they got shot, him and Scott... I think he took Scott's phone."

I now understand where this is going.

"They all have GPS now. If Derek still has it, if it's still on... " I meet Peter's eyes. "You can find him."

Stiles holds my body up as Peter stares at us. This isn't going to end well.

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