Louisa Lloyd

"Don't kill her." I get closer to Peter, just to take Lydia's unconscious and bloodied body from here.

Peter then starts walking away like nothing happened. Like he didn't just bite an innocent girl.

"No. We can't just leave her here."

"You're coming with me, Stiles. You don't have a choice." Peter moves his eyes form Stiles to me. "And you're coming too."

"Then kill me. I don't care."

Peter eyes him, head craning forward as if to determine Stiles's conviction by scent or heartbeat. I can tell he's serious just by looking at him.

"Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get." Peter says with a satisfied nod.

With a trembling hand, Stiles pulls his phone from his coat. He sends the text and Peter guides us to Stiles' jeep.

Screams burst over the parking lot of the school. Girls point in terror and heads snap around to look at the nightmarish sight stepping out of the woods.

But we keep walking past every single one of them.

We reach the jeep and I sit in the backseat, Stiles driving and Peter smirking at me from the passenger seat.

"Somebody help me! Help me!" I can hear Jackson pleading for help as he picks Lydia's body from the field.

And there's nothing we can do to help. My phone buzzes in my pocket and it hurts me not to pick it up. I left Isaac alone in there. I'm the worst person in the entire world.

I close my eyes and grip the door handle, trying not to strangle Peter. Who turns only slightly at the screams only the two of us can hear.

He glances back to the worried boy driving beside him.

"Oh, don't feel so bad. If she lives she'll turn into a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

"And once a month she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart." Stiles whispers, a mix of anger and desperation on his voice.

"Actually, considering she's a woman... Twice a month." Stiles throws him a glare of pure hatred and pushes the pedal to the floor.

"Douche..." I make sure Peter hears me.

I get a glare in return, but it only manages to lighten my mood. As Stiles drives, I take my phone from my purse but Peter snatches it from my grasp.

"Dear Louisa, this is a secret mission. Do not spoil it." He keeps my phone in his pocket. "I'm confiscating it until we're done." His next words are said in a very low whisper, meant for my ears only. "If you survive."

I kick his seat and he snarls. I don't flinch.

Stiles' car skids to a halt in a quiet underground parking garage. The brake lights click off, red glow fading as Peter exits from the passenger side.

Yanking Stiles out of the driver's seat, he drags him down the row of cars to one in particular. Reaching into the tailpipe, Peter finds a hidden set of keys.

I try to open the door but it's locked. Peter locked me in the car. And he has Stiles. And my phone.

Peter opens the trunk of a car in the middle of the parking lot and Stiles jumps back. I can't see a thing from where I'm sitting, but it's not good.

When Peter stands to the side with a laptop bag on his hands is when I see if. The dead body of his nurse.

"I got better." Peter smirks and slams the trunk shut.

Unzipping the laptop bag, Peter pulls out a MacBook Pro and places it on the trunk in front of Stiles.

"Good luck getting a signal down here." But Peter hands Stiles a small black device I can't quite see. "Mifi? And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves or just a personal preference?"

"Turn it on and get it connected."

Stiles and Peter finish some stuff near the car and none of them look back at me. I close my eyes, leaning my head against the window.

I feel it before I see it.

I'm no longer sitting there. The car is long gone, as are my worries and problems.

It's very brief but I still see it.

Scott carrying Derek out of a frightening tunnel underground. They're both sweating and Derek is shirtless. I can see the pain in his eyes.

I don't lose a second as I come back to my own body. I don't care about Stiles' jeep. I want to leave and help friend.

Derek doesn't deserve to die. I realized that after my phone call with Marianna. No one, as bad as their actions were, deserves do die. Peter does but not Derek.

But then something comes to my mind. If I leave right now, I won't witness my first vision: the talk between Peter, Stiles and I.

I think helping Derek is more important than hearing something for the second time.

I break the window of the driver's door and run as fast as I can. I realize I've been doing this a lot. Running. Either away from my problems or right into them.

I stop when I see the street lamps. I have three options: I know Scott is going to find Derek. I saw it. But there's also Lydia. She's at the hospital, she has to be. Jackson isn't that stupid.

I groan and decide to follow the selfish part of me that wants to see if Lydia is alright. She doesn't have anyone to protect her. Derek has Scott. Stiles isn't going to die. Peter won't to that. I sensed something when he whispered those words to me back in the car.

He was lying.

So I put my legs in front of me and dash to the hospital. My legs ache as I carefully open the front door and search the endless halls for Melissa. She'll know what to do.

"Lou." I swirl around to find the woman I've been looking for. She stares down at me in understanding. "First room on the left, down the hall."

I thank her and she hugs me for a brief second, not even asking what I'm here for. I still have my heels on my hands, my dress wrinkled and probably smeared with blood.

A group of my classmates are keeping vigil for Lydia. Gasping for breath from running, I slow my pace. Everyone looks up at me, all clearly worried.

"Louisa." Stilinski turns from a doctor and hurries down the hall to me.

"How's she?" I start but gasp slow, however, as I notice the intensive care unit behind the two of us. "Lydia-"

"They don't know. Partially because they don't know what happened. She lost blood, but there's something else going on with her."

"What do you mean?"

"They're saying it's like some kind of allergic reaction. Her body is just going into shock." Oh Peter that little bastard! I process this piece of information as I look around the room. I feel the tears behind my eyes. "Did you see anything at all? Any idea who or what attacked her?"

I hear panting from behind me and Stiles enters the hospital, bolting past the nurses and almost pushing me to the side. He looks at his dad, who says the same he did to me.

I look up at Stiles' father and suffer a long moment of hesitation. I'm dying to tell him the truth. But all I can do is shake my head.

"What about Scott?"

"What about him?" Stiles asks, an arm now wrapped round my shoulders.

"Did he see anything?"

"Wait. He's not here?"

I forgot to tell him. Scott is probably looking for Derek right now. I wish I could read Stiles' mind and send him some messages. Unfortunately, my powers aren't that awesome.

Stiles glances to Jackson who shrugs, no idea where Scott is either.

"I've been calling him, but there's no response."

"You won't get one."

"I know where he is." I tap Stiles' shoulder and he turns his attention to me. "He's saving Derek."

Before he can react, we start following his father down the corridor, Stiles battering him with questions.

"Go back and stay with your friends."

"Dad, tell me. You know it has something to do with Derek."

"I thought you two barely knew him."

"We might know him a little better than that." I admit.

"You do realize I'm elected to this job?"

"And if I help you figure this out you'll get re-elected, right? Dad? Come on."

Finally, Stilinski stops.

"That girl in there has nothing to do with a six year-old arson case." He starts to walk away but Stiles persists.

"When did you decide it was definitely arson?"

And Stilinski stops, realizing his mistake.

"We have a key witness. And I'm not telling you who. But yeah, we know it was arson. And that it was probably organized by a young woman."

Allison's aunt, Kate. Don't ask me how I know that, it just came to my mind like a whisper in the wind.

"What young woman?"

"We don't know-" Mr. Stilinski's cell phone rings.

"Was she young then or young now?"

"Probably in her late twenties now." His dad says, as his phone keeps ringing. And I have to take this call."

"You don't know her name?" Stiles asks and I stay behind, the fact I do know her name overwhelming me.

"No, but she had this--she had a
very distinctive--what do you call it?"
The ringing seems to to get louder and louder. "Pendant."

"A what?"

"Stiles, I have to answer."

"A what? What was it?"

"A necklace."

And finally Stilinski puts the phone to his ear. He walks away, not seeing the look on Stiles's face. A look of realization. Stiles finally figured it out.

"Kate." We whisper at the same time.

I don't wait for Stiles. He and Jackson start bickering with each other and I just block them out. The three of us head back down the hospital corridor.

"You don't have a car."

"I'm aware of that, thank you."

"Do I look like I care?" I scream on top of my lungs. "My best friends are most likely in the verge of death! Do you really think a car is the problem right now?"

"I'll drive." Jackson answers.

"Don't bother." I snap at him. "Just get Stiles there then. I don't need your help."

I do the thing that makes me feel the best: I run. I run to the Hale house, the feeling my friends will be there stronger than ever.

I stop when a few leaves fall on my feel and my eyes catch a sound not normal for a night in the forest. The sudden sound of something soaring through the air. I snap my head up with a pained gasp.

An arrow pierces my stomach and I the taste of blood in my mouth makes me gag. An arm snakes around my waist and pulls me to the ground behind a couple trees.

My eyes start closing but someone slaps my cheek to keep me awake. I groan and look up, my eyes barely opened.

Allison and her aunt, Kate, are smirking down at me, Allison with a bow in her hands. I gasp at her. What is she doing?

"A-Allison?"

"Surprise." Kate smirks and I stare at the two.

"What is she doing here?" I ask Kate. Allison isn't supposed to know about us.

Neither of them answer. Instead, Kate pulls em to her chest and holds me up with a knife pressed against my temple. I watch as Scott pulls Derek out of the mine shaft entrance.

With his leather jacket on him, Derek is weakened, moving slowly, breathing hard.

"Hold on. Something doesn't feel right." Derek says.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean something doesn't feel right. Getting out of there was... I don't know. Kind of like it was-"

"Don't say too easy. People say too easy and then bad things happen."

But Derek keeps throwing nervous glances to the strangely quiet woods. I whisper as lowly and slowly as I can, trying not to gain the unwanted attention of the two maniacs next to me.

And thinking I told Allison about my fear of the dark.

"You think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy. So if for two seconds something is going right, can we not question it?" Scott sound exhausted. "Can we just shut up and thank God we have the tiniest bit of luck for once?"

"Yeah, okay. You're right."

They didn't hear me. How's that possible? Derek is so focused on his surroundings and Scott's hearing is the best I've ever seen. 

They start forward again when Kate nods at Allison and the teenager acts, her bow now aimed at Derek. He looks up but it's too late. He has an arrow sticking through his jacket under his collar bone.

Time seems to slow down as he shoves Scott away from him, trying to push him out of the line of fire. But I have different plans.

Forgetting the painful arrow piercing to stomach, I kneel Kate in between her legs and limp toward them.

Before the two girls can stop me, I'm already the Derek's side with Scott right in front of us.

"Now the leg." Kate orders.

One eye shut as she aims, Allison nocks the arrow, pulls it back and lets it fly. Derek cries out when the second arrow goes through his leg and sends him crashing to the ground. Again.

Scott flinches and helps Derek to his feet. He hasn't noticed my injuries yet.

"The flash bolt. Now."

In a mere second, Allison has the new arrow with a flash bolt attached to the end nocked in the center of the drawstring.

"Your eyes, Scott!" Derek warns but the poor boy only stares in shock as the girl he loves aims the next arrow. He doesn't even raise his hands to protect himself.

The flash bolt explodes into the tree next to him. The white hot flare blinds him sending him staggering back. I don't feel a thing, these kind of stuff not affecting the Seer side of me.

Derek- I really don't know how he managed to do that after the flash bolt- stands and grabs Scott, dragging him toward the house.

I follow behind them and limp all the way to the entrance. Derek reaches the yard just in front of the house and collapses, broken arrow shafts still jutting out of him.

"Scott, go!"

I push Scott, who's not moving, only staring at the girl moving right toward us, out of the way and help Derek back to his feet. He's heavier than I thought.

Just a silhouetted figure coming toward us, Scott starts stuttering.

"Allison, I can explain."

"Stop lying. For once, stop lying."

"I was trying to tell you the truth at the formal. I was going to tell you everything. Because everything I said, everything I did-"

"Was to protect me?"

"Yes."

"Allison, come on, open your damn eyes! Don't tell me you believe all the crap she's trying to put inside your head!" I pant furiously. I can feel my strength leaving my body in rapid waves. "She only wants you to kill us. Then she'll get rid of you too. Remember who your friends are, remember who's trying to protect you. We are, she's not."

I grab my stomach and shout in pain as another arrow pieces my leg.

"I don't believe you." Allison has the audacity to smirk at me after shooting me.

"Thank God. Now shoot him before I have to shoot myself." Allison throws Kate a look of surprise.

"You said we were going to catch them."

"And we did that. Now we're going to kill them."

"Surprise of surprises." I mutter under my breath before falling next to Derek.

He puts his hands on my wounds, forgetting for a moment his own. He can heal, I can't.

Kate withdraws a Glock from her jacket. She approaches Derek and with a casualness that is utterly terrifying, fires a round right into him. Allison gasps as Derek's body drops back to the ground.

"Derek!" I cover his body with mine, checking for his heartbeat.

I can't find one.

"See? It's not that hard."

Kate looks up at Allison. And the teenage girl seems to now finally see her favorite aunt for who she really is. A pure and unrepentant sociopath.

After all this time and our warnings.

"Okay, I know that look. That's the you're going to have do this yourself look."

She turns the gun on Scott, aiming at his head.

"What are you doing? Kate?"

"Love those brown eyes." She begins to pull back on the trigger.

I don't mind dying for my friends. So I shout forcefully and launch myself in front of Scott. He won't die today. I can't let that happen.

"Kate." Allison's dad, Chris Argent, steps out of the shadows. He holds a gun aimed at his sister. "I know what you did. Put the gun down."

Kate's eyes slip momentarily to the house. Both Argent notice it.

"I did what I was asked to do."

"No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house. Ones who were human." Argent takes a look at my fallen figure. "Look at what you're doing now. You're pointing a gun at a sixteen year old boy with no proof he's spilled human blood. And you've caused more harm to this poor girl that she deserves. We go by the code: Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."

"You..." I whisper. "You killed my family..."

"We hunt the ones who hunt us." Allison whispers.

"Now put the gun down..." He raises his own weapon. "Before I put you down."

Kate finally begins to lower the gun. And as she lowers it, I notices something behind her.
The door to the Hale house creaking open.
The wind whistles around us. Derek and Scott both look up. At the exact same time, their eyes begin glowing. I don't understand what's happening. The pain is blinding my senses.

"Allison, get back!" Argent shouts at his daughter.

"What is it?"

I peer into the darkness beyond the door. I see those red eyes that have been haunting me for weeks.

"It's the Alpha..." Scott and I say at the same time, my voice weakened.

He seems to finally notice my state and takes me to the nearest bushes. He holds my hand fore a seconds, looking deeply into my eyes. I can see the sadness and the worry behind his brown brave eyes.

"Please don't die." He begs. "I need tou here. Stiles needs you, Derek needs you. And Isaac needs you too. Don't leave us."

I nod, my body shivering. I feel him leave and I realize my eyes are closed. I open them in time to see something blur past Argent.

"Get out of here. Run." Argent glances to his daughter.

His gun instantly leaves his hands, later his body falls back. Allison screams. I cover my ears with my hands and close my eyes. All this is giving me a very bad headache.

"Come on!" Kate's voice is the only one I hear. She fires into the shadows. "Come on!"

Gun firing is heard and then Kate screams. Bones crack and I believe Peter hurt her. She deserves it. Peter drags her screaming body past me, but not before stopping and inspecting me. He grins, the monster in front of me kneeling to grab my left arm.

I only have time to scream before the pain, the three throbbing wounds my body is tiredly trying to heal, takes me to a better place.

A painless place where everything is white and calm.

I switch between consciousness and unconsciousness. I believe I'm somewhere in between. I can hear Allison's screams for her aunt; I can smell the burning fire and the yells.

But what brings me back to reality a little more are the words Derek says after slashing Peter's throat.

"I'm the Alpha now."

All I can do is look to the side, watching Derek leave, his eyes glowing bright red.

•^•^•^•^•^•

I feel everything: the needles piercing the soft skin of my arm; the wounds on my stomach and leg; and the headache that is resisting the drugs.

Admiring my ability to still think under the effect of those drugs, I open my mouth. At least I try. Nothing happens. I don't move.

I hear the door creak open. Who's entering, I don't know, but they don't have any bad intentions. My arm burns. It hurts. I can't do anything. Just lay here. Sleeping. Or dying. I haven't decided yet.

"Shut the door." A voice I know too well whispers.

Scotty.

The other person, I now assume is Stiles, slowly starts to push it with the gentlest touch possible. But the door squeals, almost absurdly loud.

I can feel their cringes. I would do the same if I could move.

Even more gently, Stiles starts to push the door closed again. It squeals again. Then, even more carefully, Stiles tries again. But the slower he pushes, the louder the squeals until it's almost a shriek of metal scraping against metal.

Stiles finally clicks the door closed.

Moving quietly in the dark room, they come to my side. I can feel them by my left side. Where my arm is laying, burning incessantly.

Difficult breathes escape from my lips as the two boys approach.

"You do it." Stiles says.

"You do it!" Scott repeats.

"I can't. I'm too worried." Scott huffs at his friend's words.

Scott slowly lifts the bandage off my arm to get a look at the wound. I hiss unconsciously, the only thing I can do to show them it hurts.

"What? Is it healed? Completely?" Stiles inquires.

"No." Scott breathes. "It's slowly healing, but faster than the average human."

"Do you know what that means?"

I really want to know what that means. Can they explain it to me?

"Yes." Scott takes a deep breath and the suspense builds inside me. "She's changing. The bite is healing slowly, but like it did with me. She's already a Seer. What is happening?"

"Then what the hell is she?"

•^•^•^•^•^•

Part one of this book is almost done! Only one chapter left and we'll go to season two!
Who's excited? I know I am. You're going to love and hate me. I know you will.
;)