Louisa Lloyd

"We are the champions, my friend!" I sing on top of my lungs with Stiles.

"And we'll keep on fighting till the end!" Stiles waves his hands around in the air.

Scott's bed is now our private karaoke stage. Stiles and I jump around and sing a Queen's song like a pro. Meanwhile, Scott sits on the floor, shaking from side to side and groaning every time our voices screech like a dying bird.

"Please stop..." Scott pleas from the floor and I make sure to jump even higher on his bed.

"It's my birthday, Scotty. I can do whatever I want." I say in a happy tone.

I'm finally eighteen. There's not much I can do with that but I'm legal now. I've been developing my driving skills with Stiles for a month now and I'm pretty sure I'm ready to buy a car.

I just need money. Yeah, not going to be easy.

When I think no one is going to interrupt our little karaoke session, the doorbell rings downstairs. None of them move to answer it and I huff.

"Do not worry, I'm going." I say sarcastically and stand from the bed. "Don't continue this party without me. I'll strangle you all to death."

Scott laughs out loud at my threat but when he notices the glare I'm sending him, he stops and coughs to mask his laugh.

"Good manners are dead."

They don't hear me or choose to ignore my comment.

My walk downstairs is brief and I'm soon facing the door. A feeling of dread invades my soul as I stare at the door, afraid of who's on the outside. Taking a deep breath before opening the door, I close one of my eyes, ready to close the door or knock the person out if something happens.

"Edward?" I whisper and cover my mouth with my hands. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to meet Scott McCall. Is this is house?" He says and completely ignores the fact he's standing in front of his ex-girlfriend.

And he flew from London to Beacon Hills to speak to Scott. I'm not buying this.

"He's busy. What are you doing here?" I ask once again, and I hope he hears the meaning behind my words.

"I would tell you but you wouldn't understand." Edward says like he's talking to a child.

"I'll let you know I have more knowledge in my pinkie finger than you in your entire body." I whisper and enter the house, not letting Edward out of my sight. "Scott?"

"Yeah?" He shouts from upstairs.

"There's someone here to see you."

"Wasn't he busy?" Edward mocks me.

What is wrong with this guy? He can't just fly all the way from London, appear on my doorstep and demand a meeting with Scott without me getting all suspicious.

Scott appears behind me and I can sense the realization in his smell: he recognizes Edward from the pictures I showed him a few days ago.

"I'll let you two talk." I say and start walking back upstairs.

But I'm stopped by Scott who smiles like a little kid and says to me, loud enough for Edward to hear.

"Don't be nosy."

"I can't promise that." I answer back with a smirk that doesn't go unnoticed by Edward. "I'm upstairs with Stiles if you need me."

"I'll call you if something goes wrong." Scott promises and I nod.

And again, Edward chooses this exact moment to make a smart remark about me not being able to protect myself.

"Don't underestimate Lou." Is Scott's only answer.

I smile, walk up the stairs and enter Scott's room once again, where Stiles is waiting for me, texting on his phone. Internally I'm dying, don't get me wrong, Edward's arrival isn't a great thing.

"What's happening downstairs?" Stiles asks as I sit by his side on the bed.

"Edward." I manage to whisper back before focusing on the conversation the two boys are having downstairs.

Feeling as if my body is floating around in the middle of the living room where Edward and Scott are standing face to face, I let my eyes take in Edward's figure.

They're talking about the Kanima, or Jackson, or whatever.

But how does Edward know? About the Kanima I mean? Is this the reason why he came all the way from London?

No longer standing besides Scott and Edward, I blink furiously as the scenery in front of my changes violently. There are flashes of images, a night club and a dark alley.

The Kanima, Jackson, is standing there in the alley, with Derek right on his track. But then..,

Closing my eyes, I'm brought back to the room, as Stiles shakes me from side to side, waking me up from my vision. It has happened again. Angry at myself, I shake my head.

"What happened?" Stiles asks, his hands still on my shoulders. "You blacked out as soon as your head hit he pillow."

After so many attempts to tune out my visions, a moment of weakness leads to yet another vision.

Why can't this stop?

Running out of Scott's bedroom with Stiles struggling to keep up with my pace right behind me, I almost fall down the stairs. But when I finally cross the hallway into the living room, both Edward and Scott stand from their places on the couch and look at me.  

"Scott." I interrupt them, not caring about Edward's annoyed glare. "We have to leave."

"What happened?"

He runs to my side but I only mutter a word. And he understands it. Edward does too, apparently.

"Kanima."

Scott doesn't waste a second and runs outside with me by his side. Edward takes a minute to act and follow us.

I'm ready to sprint down the street and find Jackson but Scott grabs my arm before I can move.

"Don't."

"How the hell does Louisa know about this Kanima?" Edward asks, his voice echoing around the empty street.

"Don't ask." Scott barks at him and turns to me. "Why can't you stay with Stiles? You know he can't protect himself."

I know what he's doing. Pulling the guilt card, but it won't work.

"If you're so worried about Stiles why don't you stay behind?" I scowl at him but earn a glare in return.

"Do this for me, just once." Scott pleas, his hands on the sides of my face. "Look at me."

When I don't look up he taps my cheeks and I'm forced to raise my eyes to meet his. They're full of regret and worry, and I know this is killing him.

"Fine..." I whisper and give him a strong hug. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to him. "I had a vision back there. I was interrupted by Stiles so I didn't see all of it. You'll find him at a night club just outside Beacon Hills."

He nods and turns to Edward, who's watching our chat with surprised eyes.

"Now go before I change my mind." I shove them away, taking in Edward's figure one last time.

I don't plan on seeing him again. It pains me to say that he isn't here to see me.

"I'll ask again." Edward stops in his tracks and his eyes land on me. This time, his words are directed to me. "How do you know about the Kanima, Louisa?"

"Why? Have you been evaluating me with your Werewolf powers?" I sarcastically say and he gasps.

"How do you know about me?" He asks, surprise dripping from his every word.

"You're not the only special snowflake out there."

Taking a turn to the door, I enter my house and find Stiles eyeing me with discomfort. I roll my eyes at him.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Is that the Edward?"

"Yes, Stiles. That's the Edward." I sit by his side on the couch. "Is there anything you want to do?"

"Besides helping them find the Kanima? Nah." He says and we share a look. "Do you know where he is?"

"No." I start and Stiles groans, his face in his hands. "But I know where he is going."

This time, Stiles smiles.

•^•^•^•^•^•

Turning a corner, I slide to a halt when I hear voices, and Stiles collides with my back. A crowd of people gather outside the neon lit facade of a building. The night club.

I wander around, trying to find the Kanima. But Stiles comes out of the darkness behind me, gasping for air.

"You see where he went?"

"You were right behind me." I roll my eyes at his breathless figure.

"Not all of us are skilled werewolves slash Seers." He mumbles under his breath. "Don't forget I'm human, okay?"

"They lost him." I inform him as I feel, and hear, two guys running towards us.

Scott and Edward.

They glance around, trying to stay out of my sight but I sigh and turn my eyes towards them, making both boys sigh in annoyance.

"Nothing escapes this girl's eyes, buddy." Scott says in a light tone.

But for me, it has a lot of meaning. Because of that fact, Edward and I broke up. Because nothing escapes my eyes.

And neither did his other girlfriend.

"You couldn't catch a scent?" Stiles asks Scott when they come out of their hiding spot.

"I don't think it has one."

"Any clue where he's going?"

"To kill someone." I answer this time, and Edward keeps his eyes on me.

He has been doing this since he appeared outside our door.

"Right, that's what the claws and fangs are for. Now it all makes sense." Stiles sarcastically points out. "Sorry. I'm a hundred and forty- seven pounds of pale skin and fragile bone. Sarcasm's my only defense."

"Can you just help us find it?"

"Not it. Jackson." I say a little too coldly.

"I know, I know." Scott shakes his head sadly.

"Dude..." Stiles says, his eyes focused on something behind us.

He nods to the roof of the club where a tail arcs into the moonlight. The Kanima's body glides into view and then darts down through an air conditioning vent.

"Did you see that?" I ask, suddenly out of breath.

"He's inside." Edward says.

"What the hell's he going to do in there?" It's Stiles' turn to speak.

With a quick breath, Scott snaps his head toward the line. Like me, he has caught a scent.

"I think I know who he's after." We say in unison.

"What? How? Did you smell something?"

"Armani." And I add "And gay hormones."

They all turn to the entrance and I just smirk, already knowing who's paying for a ticket to get inside.

Danny boy.

Slipping around to the back alley behind the club, Scott and Stiles locate the rear door and point at it. But when I try the handle, it's locked.

"Maybe there's a window we could climb through-" A metallic crunch interrupts me. I peer down to see the handle no longer attached to the door, and in Scott's hand. "Or a handle we could rip off with super human strength. How did I not think of that? I could've done it myself."

Edward snickers from the back of the group

Scott yanks the door open and we hurry inside.

Under the pulsing boom of house music and the flash of laser lights, we try to blend in. Looking around, however, I begins to notice something.

"Dude... Everyone in here is a dude." I say slightly uncomfortable. "I think this is a gay club."

Scott and I look to Stiles who stands between two very tall drag queens.

"Nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, does it?"

Only a few feet away, Danny takes a drink from the bartender, and turns to survey the crowd. I hide behind Edward, his strong facing me, and I feel the heat rising to my cheeks.

Stiles and Scott push their way to the front of the bar. With Edward and I walking behind them, very awkwardly. I'm still behind him, clutching his shirt with my hands.

"What are you doing?" He asks, looking a little to the side to look at me from under his eyelashes.

"I'm hiding."

"Three beers." Stiles asks the bartender and looks back at me. "And a lemonade."

"ID's?"

Scott and Stiles drop down on the bar two of the worst looking fake ID's to ever come out of a cheap inkjet printer.

"How about two cokes?" The bartender jokes and looks at me, still hiding behind Edward. "And a lemonade?"

"Rum and coke?" Stiles asks but I punch his shoulder and he gulps. I know it hurt. "Coke's good. I'm driving anyway."

The bartender slides the drinks over. Then points to Scott's.

"That one's paid for."

He motions to a guy down the bar, raising his drink in cheers. Scott turns to me, smiling with pride.

"Shut up." I sneer but a giggle espaces my mouth.

"I didn't say anything."

"Your face did." Edward backs me up and I ignore the enormous butterflies inside my stomach.

My lemonade is a little too warm for my liking but I sip it silently as my head hits Edward's back. He shakes under my touch and I smile internally.

I still have that effect over him.

Stiles brings the soda to his lips, but pauses. I follow his eyes and find Danny dancing with some guys. Looking up, I cringe.

"I found Danny." Stiles says.

"I found Jackson." Scott and I say, both our gazez fixed on the ceiling.

Perched among light fixtures above, the Kanima moves like a spider across the ceiling, stealthily making its way toward the dance floor.

And towards Danny.

All humor gone, everyone sets their drink back on the bar, and I keep my gaze on the ceiling and the black shape perched there.

"Get Danny." I tell Stiles and Edward.

"What are you going to do?" I don't look at them. I open my closed fists and show them my claws.

A gasp is heard from Edward.

His enhanced senses don't work on me. Shame. He couldn't have guessed I am a werewolf. He can't smell me like he does with everyone else. I smell like a normal human, apart from the slight flowery scent whenever I use my Seer powers.

"Works for me." Stiles mutters.

It's not that we don't trust Edward, it's just weird having another werewolf here to help Scott and I solve the problems of our beloved town.

Scott and I step into the crowd. The pounding music intensifies, bodies twisting toward him while the Kanima creeps amid the light fixtures above. I have to walk behind Scott, who's taller than me, to protect myself from the dangerous elbows moving so close to my face.

"Danny? Danny." Stiles shouts behind us.

Taking a moment to look at our friend, Scott and I look at him and lose focus of the ceiling.
When we looks back up, the creature is gone.

I glance around the ceiling, searching every corner. But Jackson is nowhere to be found. I panic, walking from side to side. We can't lose him, not now.

"You go left. And I go right." Scott says and I nod, while stokes and Edward keep on their search for Danny.

Someone dancing bumps into me. Then another elbow jabs me in the lower back, pushing me forward. The crowd packs tighter, moving faster and faster with the beat of the music.

As I advance towards a dark corner, where I can clearly see a door hidden in the shadows,
plumes of fog blast out from a smoke machine, obscuring my poor view. Plus, the bright lights create an almost nightmare quality to the dancing bodies.

I don't want to admit it, and I'll never say this to anyone, but I'm scared.

I turn around when I feel someone's breath on my neck. The Kanima's face appears as I whirl, teeth bared. And then is gone just as quickly.

I whip around, trying to find it again. But I can't. The bodies surrounding me are too much they grind against me as an unpleasant feeling rises up my spine.

I can feel my eyes turning yellow, my fangs and claws coming out to play.

Jackson- or the Kanima- pushes me to the ground as it appears in front of me, completely out of the blue.

My back hits the floor and I groan as I feel my powers, my werewolves senses and the sudden urge to kill overwhelm my confused mind.

Bodies fall paralyzed to the floor, and I can't help but huff when I manage to move again.

I can see he Kanima aiming for Danny's head and I snarl quietly behind him. Taking him by surprise, I take a deep breath to eliminate every murderous thought on my brain and say his name.

"Jackson."

The creature blinks, hearing his name under the pulsing music. For a brief second, his eyes return to those of Jackson's human eyes, gazing around in confusion. And then looking at Danny.

"No, don't!" Scott yells and swipes out with his claws, delivering a ruthless slash to the creature's throat. Staggering back, the Kanima's hands clasp over its throat as black blood spills across its fingers.

People stop dancing amid the prostrate bodies on the floor. The music stops. Witnesses look about, confused, shouts of panic rising over the crowd.

"I can't move... I can't move my legs."

"Help, someone, someone help me."

"I can't move!"

In the escalating panic, I can no longer see the Kanima. For the hundredth time tonight, panic and run outside in hopes of finding Jackson.

But he's not there. I can't smell anything, just the thought of dead bodies everywhere filling my mind. It's starting again, and I have to push it down. I can't start killing people just because I'm mad.

"Breathe, Lou." A soothing voice whispers from behind me, his breath hot against my neck.

"Ed..." I groan as my eyes change colors and my entire body starts shaking. "I can't.."

I feel my soul levitate from my body, and I can see everything. Every single thing.

But my body in Edward's arms isn't my normal death. It's only a corpse, a dead body.

My dead body.

•^•^•^•^•^•

"So this is your idea of protection?" I ask, trying to find a reasonable answer for this. "And you really think this is going work?"

Jackson's eyes flutter open and he moans under his breath, so no one answers. I'm the only one inside the van. Or whatever you want to call it. But I know Scott can hear me.

When Jackson moves his head, he winces in pain. Reaching up, his hand stops with the sound of metal clanking. Oh, I can so see it coming.

Raising his shackled hands, Jackson unclenches his teeth to spit out one name.

"Lloyd."

I smile at my name and he shouts Stiles and Scott's names as well. This time, I laugh. He doesn't think this is funny and almost rips my face from my body. Good thing he's chained up.

"I'm going to kill you!" He threatens and I smile once again.

"Don't make promises you can't keep."

"Shut up!" He yells once again. This is getting funnier by the second.

Stiles steps in while unzipping his backpack.

"Okay, I brought you some food-"

Two hands snap out, fingers grasping for his throat. Stiles leans back just out of Jackson's reach as he swipes at him. Growling, he finally lowers his chained hands.

"Let me out. Now."

Stiles takes a seat at a safe distance, right next to me.

"You know, I put those pants on you. One leg at a time. Being up close and personal with your junk was not exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me either. We're doing you a favor." Stiles admits and I giggle behind my hand.

"This is doing me a favor?"

"Yes. You're killing people." I start.

"To death." Stiles adds. I raise my eyebrows at him and shake my head.

"And until we figure out how to stop you, you're staying in here. It wasn't my idea, I would have chosen a more comfortable place, but they're dumbasses." I shrug and ignore Stiles' comment.

"Now do you want ham and cheese or the turkey club?" Stiles holds up two sandwiches from his backpack.

"You actually think my parents won't be looking for me?" Jackson sounds cocky.

"Not if they think nothing's wrong." Stiles holds up Jackson's own phone on which he's sent a text.

"Stayed at a friend's house last night. Everything fine. Love you." I read the text as Jackson glares at it with rising fury.

Stiles closes the doors behind his back with a sigh, leaving his backpack full of food and water behind for Jackson and I.

Jackson glares at me across the van as I explain what's happening to him.

"Scales. Like a fish?"

"More like a reptile. And your claws have this liquid that paralyzes people. And you have a tail."

"I have a tail?"

"You have a tail." I say, bored out of my mind.

"Does it do anything?"

"Not that I know of." Shrugging, I answer another one of his incessant questions.

"Can I use it to strangle you?" I laugh at his comment and shrug again.

"You don't believe me? After the semi-final game, what did you do? Right when the game ended

"I went home."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, you idiot. What the hell else would I do?"

"You attacked Stiles and Derek in the school and trapped then in the pool. You also killed a mechanic and one of Argent's hunters. Last night, you tried to kill Danny."

"Why would I want to kill my best friend?"

"That's what Scott's trying to figure out right now." I say and close my eyes. "And Edward."

"I don't even want to know who this Edward guy is." Jackson says angrily.  "Maybe he should be trying to figure out how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail."

"Okay, then. Tell me what happened to you on the night of the first full moon."

Jackson hesitates. For a moment all that can be heard is the metallic clinking of the chains on his wrists and ankles.

"Nothing. Nothing happened."

"Wrong answer, kiddo." I shake my head and decide to ask him some personal questions.

We're going to be spending a lot of time here, what a better way to make the time go to faster than getting to know each other?

"Why did you want to be like us?" I ask, the question burning my tongue.

"Oh, she speaks!" Jackson mocks. But it's not mean. Maybe he's as bored as I am. "Why do you think I wanted to be like you?"

"I don't know. That's why I asked." In fact, I have a theory, but I could be completely wrong.

"I'm tired of being weak."

"You're not weak, you've never been weak."

"You don't know me."

"That's true, but I know that you'd never let anyone be better than you. You're the captain of the Lacrosse team! You're one of the best players, the school's bad boy and attractive. What do you want more?" I almost scream.

Jackson stays quiet for the rest of the evening, as if he's thinking of my words over and over again. I think that's improbable but everything is possible with this guy.

I don't know how long we've stayed there, staring at each other. No words were said the entire afternoon and I'm starting to get bored.

Very, very bored.

There's a knock on the van's door around five in the afternoon and I know for a fact that's Stiles. He has a characteristic way of knocking on doors.

Outside the van, Stiles walks around, patrolling the area. When leaves behind crunches underneath someone's feet is the only sound I can hear in miles, I stand. Jackson looks at me, apprehension marking his face.

"Stiles! Stiles, they know." Allison gasps for air and says.

I lean back on the seat, my heart beating gates after being scared to death. What if they found us? We'd be dead.

"What?" Stiles asks.

"They know Jackson's missing."

"They can't. I've been texting his parents since last night. They don't have a clue."

"My grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know."

I open the doors of the van as Stiles slowly raises Jackson's phone, gazing on it as if holding a loaded weapon.

He then looks at me. I nod at his determined expression.

Scrambling into the driver's seat, Stiles clicks on the CB.

"All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed and proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival." The voice on the other side of the radio is heard everything inside the van.

Of course I can hear it clearly without gluing my ear to the wall. But Jackson presses his ear to the wall next to the cab, listening in and beginning to smile.

"Repeat, proceed with caution. Proceed with caution."

There's no way out now. Jackson is going to be found and we are going to jail. I start biting my nails, and he smiles sadly st me.

"I won't press charges against you." He says and I raise my head to meet his eyes. "You're not like them. You stayed here with me when you could just leave me alone and come back later like Stiles did."

I smile and he does the same. Whoever, his smile doesn't reach his eyes.

"I'm out then." I open the door to notice the van is no longer parked in the middle of the forest. It's now moving. "The captain is abandoning the ship."

"Aren't you ashamed, Captain?" Jackson smirks and I shrug, jumping out of the van.

"Nope." The door eventually closes with the wind and I smile. "Not even a little bit."

I take my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans and dial Scott's number. When he doesn't pick up, I text him, letting him know I'm going home.

Almost as fast as it came it's gone. But the shivers running down my arms are the proof it was real.

A vision. As clear as water and as brief as a baby's smile at the young age of two weeks. But as dark as the sky above my head.

Recalling what I just saw, I sit on a rock beside me and let out a cry, a loud and broken cry. I bet every werewolf of the area heard it.

But I don't care. I don't give a damn.

I just witnessed my own death.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR GUYS!! Hope this year of 2017 is better than 2016!
Hope you liked this chapter as well :) as you see, I'm introducing the new characters slowly, and thanks again to all of you who participated.
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Ps: I'm changing thinks a little bit so don't be mad at me if some events occur in the next day when they're supposed to happen right after something else. You got I right? Do not compare this to the series in terms of time and space. Okay?
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