Louisa Lloyd

I don't know what has gotten into me. I just follow my instincts and Derek's scent. I really shouldn't be here right now. But I just don't understand what's happening to me, and why now.

Why can't I just love like a normal person for a few days? With no drama and deaths to worry about, like my own.

Why is this happening to me now?

"Derek?" I call his name as I open the abandoned rail station's door.

If he heard me, he doesn't answer me. I lean against the walls and hear two voices, two voices I know too well, Isaac and Derek.

"The full moon's coming, Derek."

"I'm aware of that." The Alpha answers coldly.

Peeking from the corner, I can see him opening a trunk. Erica pulls up heavy chains from inside. The attached manacles have screws in them, designed to be twisted into the bone of the wrist and ankles.

"These look comfortable." She ironically says and raises her eyebrows.

"You said you were going to teach us how to change whenever we wanted." Just hearing his voice brings chills to my spine.

"There hasn't been time." Derek declares as he walks away from his mad Betas.

"But if you have to lock us up on the full moon, that means you're alone against the Argents, right?" Isaac asks once again.

"They haven't found us-"

"Yet. So how about we forget the Kanima-" Isaac tries.

Derek growls to interrupt Isaac

"There was something about the way
Gerard looked at it. He wasn't afraid. At all. I don't know what he knows or what he's planning. But I'm sure about one thing... We have to find it first."

"Hello?" I call out, so I don't startle them as I enter the station.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asks but what bothers me is the fact he can't see I'm slowly slipping into insanity.

"Walking around trying to find a purpose to live." I growl at him and shake my head.

"How are you?" Isaac asks. "Are you okay?"

This time I don't answer back because Isaac gets me. He sees I'm not fine. I just let the tears fall and my body fall with them.

"No... I'm not okay."

Isaac picks me up from the floor with his string arms and carries me to his room. How do I know this is his room? It smells like him.

It has a small bed placed in the corner with dark red sheets gracing its frame. The walls are a darker shade of gray and the smell of his cologne invades my nose as he lays me down in his soft bed.

His room is as comfortable as a cell. The bed is he only piece of furniture that was left intact by whoever destroyed the rest of this place.

"Are you ready to tell me what's wrong?" Isaac asks and I shake my head.

"No... Why should I trust you? You left me." I don't want to sound like a baby but I'm desperate.

Every time I close my eyes, the only thing I can see is my dead body, my cold and emotionless eyes staring back at me, stalking me everywhere I go. It's sickening.

My body shakes as I pull my knees tinny chest and circle them with cold arms.

"Because I didn't leave you. I never left you, I was always there to protect you." He does the unexpected and sits by my side, my cold hands between his soft, warm ones. "I did what I had to do to protect you from this world. But you were as deep in it as I was and I didn't know that. I'm so sorry."

That's when I realize I can trust him. He kisses my forehead and I let the words flow from my mouth, one after the other until there's nothing left for me to say. The entire time, Isaac holds me in his arms and I remember the times we spent like this before everything went down.

After leaving Isaac's room to catch some air, I find Edward sitting alone outside the station.

"My time is coming." Edward poetically says, and I roll my eyes.

"You just don't want to stay in Beacon Hills longer than necessary." I circle my arms around my torso and lean against the wall. "Don't be so dramatic."

"You'll see." His British accent marks every word he says. "It's coming."

"Sure."

"Don't miss me too much." He winks at me and my stomach turns. But not in the good way. "And I hope you like what I did."

"What did you do?"

"You'll see."

•^•^•^•^•^•

Going to school the next day is hard. Carrying this weight on my shoulders is something I'm not used to. Even after spilling everything to Isaac I can't shake the feeling something bad is going to happen.

"We have a problem." Stiles taps my arm as I'm looking through some old photos on my phone.

"Spill." I say, not taking my eyes off my phone.

"It's better if we meet at the library." He whispers like we're in some kind of secret mission and I nod.

Who am I to destroy his weird dreams?

Yes, after seeing my own death, my own dead body, I can still focus on something other than myself.

Following Stiles all the way to the library isn't as hard as I thought it would be. No visions were triggered by the silent girl walking past us, or even by one of the Lacrosse players who winked at me.

Morning light pours in through the library windows over me as I step inside behind Stiles.

Minutes after entering, I sit on the floor as Scott finds us hidden by the shadows of one of the bookshelves. He greets me with a short nod and I try my head on the wall behind me.

Soon, Allison enters the library the same way we did, but she glances at the security camera before slowly walking towards our bookshelf, but on the other side of it.

Unzipping her bag, she removes a tablet. As casually as possible, she places the it between the books on a shelf. On our side, Scott takes the tablet. With Stiles and I now peering over his shoulder, he taps the screen to look over a page of the Bestiary and the translation next to it.

On her side of the shelf, Allison opens a book, trying to look inconspicuous as she whispers to us.

"It's everything Lydia could translate. And trust me, she was very confused."

"What did you tell her?" Scott asks.

"That we're part of an online gaming
community that battles mythical creatures."

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles says and I giggle silently. He smiles at the sound. Mainly because he hasn't heard it in a while.

"Oh. Great." Allison stutters

"Does it say how to find out who's
controlling Jackson?" I ask. I refuse to call him any other name.

"Not really. But Stiles was right
about murderers. It calls the Kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about a South American priest who used the Kanima to execute murderers in his village-"

"So maybe it's not all bad." Stiles interrupts her with a smile.

"Until the bond grew strong enough
that it killed whoever he wanted it to."

"All bad. All very bad." Stiles shakes his head and I punch his arm.

"Here's the thing, though. The
Kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be until..." Allison pauses as a teacher passes by the stacks.

But I pick up the reference from the tablet, taking it from Scott's hands and reading.

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it."

"If that means Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself."

"What if it has to do with his parents? His real parents."

"Does anybody actually know what
happened to them?"

"Don't ask me, I'm new here." They look at me with unamused faces and I lower my head. "Sorry."

"Lydia might."

"What if she doesn't know anything?" I ask.

"Well, he didn't get a restraining
order against me. So I'll try talking to him myself."

"What do I do?"

"You've got a make-up exam, remember? For a few hours you need to concentrate on not failing out of high school. Otherwise, you're not going to be helping anyone."

Scott looks to Stiles who nods, backing her up. When his eyes land on me I shrug, knowing he is the one who has to decide, not us.

"Promise me." Allison reaches a hand between the books, taking his.

"Okay. But if Jackson does anything,
you run the other way."

"I can take care of myself." Allison whispers back in a sweet tone.

"If you get hurt while I'm busy with
a stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything..."

"Like?"

"Anything weird, bizarre, anything. "

"Anything evil." Stiles pokes his head through the shelf.

Allison nods, then pushes his face back.

"Now, we have to talk about more important stuff." Scott starts and I know exactly what they're about to to.

Allison and Stiles can't meet my sharp eyes and my breath gets caught on my throat.

"Can I go now?" I ask, tired of this. "If you brought me here to talk about what's happening to me, I'm out."

Getting my bag from the floor and speed away from them, away from the library, away from everyone.

Until I bump into someone and I fall on the ground. As my legs hit the cold hallway floor, I feel like like my own self, my own heart and soul, fall with me, shattering on the ground.

"I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." I put my hands on my head and let the person pull me to my feet as I gather my books.

"I'm really sorry." I look up and stare at Matt, who looks as sorry as he sounds.

"It's really okay, Matt. Don't worry about it."

I can sense a very awkward silence, but he changes he subject. Thank god.

"Forget it. Um... Hey, did you hear about the underground show? I guess they've got some big name spinning." Matt asks and I smile.

"You mean like a rave?" I run my hands up and down my arms.

"Is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a concert. I've got a hook-up for tickets if you're down. Should I grab you one?"

I feel a presence behind me and shudder. As I notice Matt is waiting for an answer I nod happily.

"Yeah. Great."

"All right, cool. It's Friday." He starts to back away, a big smile on his face. "Looking forward to it."

I give a tentative nod as he walks off. As the realization that I may have just said yes to a date hits me, I turn to call him back.

But the only boy who takes my breath away is leaning in the lockers behind me.

"Holy... What are you doing here?" I ask, not letting him see how startled I am.

"How are you today?" Isaac whispers. "Any better than yesterday?"

"I just saw my dead body. Twice. Do you really think I'm okay?"

He shakes his head and starts walking down the corridor. His back is now to me but I can see how tense and angry he is.

"Have fun on your date." He shouts over his shoulder.

No, I don't want to have fun with Matt.

I want to have fun with Isaac.

•^•^•^•^•^•

The bell rings and Lydia hurries out of class with Stiles following right behind her. I roll my eyes and follow them.

My life is a mess. A big mess.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone." Lydia walks faster as Stiles and I walk behind her.

"Anyone who says I'm not supposed to tell anyone is always dying to tell someone. Tell me." Stiles says and I face palm.

He is so obvious. Can't he just be, I don't know, a little delicate about it? Jackson is her ex-boyfriend.

"Why do you want to know?"

"We can't tell you that." I decide to speak and let her know we can't tell her some stuff.

Because I don't think she'd like to know her ex-boyfriend and the guy she's in love with is a deadly creature that murders innocent people.

"Then I'm not telling you."

"But you are telling me you could tell me something if you wanted to tell me?"

"Was that a question?" Lydia sounds confused.

"It felt like a question." Stiles is also confused.

What a bunch of confused dummies.

"Well, tell me if this feels like an answer: No."

She starts off again. As he goes after her, we pass Erica. I stay behind as she watches the two of them with interest. When she starts following, I raise my eyebrows. She doesn't notice me.

Students start filling the already crowded hallways and I stay behind Stiles, silently making my way around the bodies of girinos teenagers. Erica still hasn't seen me.

Stiles pushes his way through the rush of students trying to catch up with Lydia.

"Lydia, wait. Lydia-"

Then, as I was expecting by her stalking skills, Erica's hand comes out of the crowd to shove him back against the wall. She presses the tips of her claws into his chest.

"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" She asks, her voice velvet-like.

She is still clueless to my presence.

"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" Stiles nods to the camera on the wall behind Erica. She drops her hand from its view. "That's right. You want to play Catwoman? I'll be your Batman."

He shrugs past her, moving into the flow of students, with me a few lockers away.

"If you want to find his parents they're about a half mile from here. In Beacon Hills Cemetery."

As the second bell rings for the start of class, Stiles now finds himself hurrying after Erica. She did what she had to do: she fed the little curious monster inside Stiles. And now he won't stop until he finds the truth.

"Do you know how they died?"

"Maybe. If you tell me why you're so interested." She pauses to gauge his reaction. His hesitation. "It's him, isn't it?"

"What? Who? Him who?" Stiles stutters and I rest my body against one of the lockers opposite from theirs.

I wait for the right moment. I let them walk in front of me.

"The test didn't work, but it's still him. It's Jackson." Erica rounds the corner with Stiles right behind her.

My time is now. No pun intended. I just have to act now before Stiles spills his guts and declares his nonexistent love for Erica right here.

"You can't tell Derek." I step next to Stiles and circle his shoulders with my arm. "There's more to this- a lot more- you don't know about. And just because you got the Alpha Bite Makeover doesn't mean you have a license to go around destroying people."

"Why not? It's all they ever did to me. You know, I used to have the worst crush in the world on you, Stiles." She admits and I see something else in her eyes. Sadness, maybe. "Yes, you, Stiles. And you never once noticed me. Exactly how you're not noticing me right now."

I don't look away from Erica's eyes as she looks me deeply in the eyes. I let my head tilt to the side and look at her in amusement.

"Bye bye."

But before my sarcastic words reach her ears, I notice the water seeping seeping into the corridor from underneath the door to the locker room which smashes open as I look up at it.

"Scott!"

The fight between a soaked Scott and Jackson bursts into the corridor. Stiles and Erica quickly find themselves caught in the middle, but I quickly take shelter behind one of the dumpsters.

Allison comes through the door as a group of students gather to watch the fight. Even Matt appears.

"Scott, Scott!" Not wanting to be a scared-cat, I step in front of my best friend as Erica grabs hold of Jackson.

Still struggling, he knocks Matt to the floor right beside Scott's bag.

"What the hell's going on?" Mr Harris interrupts the fight. "Enough!"

As Harris breaks up the fight, I grab Scott's arm and bring him back. Scott then turns to notice Matt holding his tablet. 

"I think you dropped this." Matt hands him the tablet but Harris grabs it out of his hand. He uses it to point at Scott and Jackson.

"You and you. Actually..." Harris says, turning to Stiles and the rest of us. "All of you. Detention. Three o'clock."

I raise my hands in the air in frustration and let our a loud sigh.

"Why am I always in trouble because of you?" I ask to no one in particular.

Now I just have to wait for detention and I'm done with problems for the day.

Or so I though.

•^•^•^•^•^•

Harris seats us apart in the library. Allison, Erica, Scott, Stiles, Jackson, me and a bewildered Matt.

"We can't be in detention together. I have a restraining order against these tools." Jackson, in his bossy voice, informs everyone.

"All of these tools?" Harris asks.

Stiles points to himself and Scott.

"Just us tools."

"Fine. You two. Over there." Harris points at the other side of the library.

I stand to sit by them when Harris grabs my arm and looks at me from behind his stupid glasses.

"Does he have a restraining order against you?" He asks, and all I what to do is punch him in the face.

The urge to maim and kill. Yep. It's coming.

"No..."

"Then you stay here."

Scott maintains a furious glare on Jackson as Stiles pulls him to another table.

"I'm going to kill him." I hear Scott say and I silently agree.

"No, you're not. You're going to find out who's controlling him and you're going to help save him." Stiles tries to calm him down.

"No. You were right. Let's kill him." I whisper so only Scott can hear me.

We start laughing, for our teacher's dismay and our classmates' annoyance. Scott shows me his big white pearls and gives me a big thumbs up.

"What do you want?" I groan as someone- Jackson- taps my arm and shakes me. "Stop."

"What are those fools talking about?" He asks, signaling to Scott and Stiles, who are in a very deep conversation.

I could listen to what they're saying if I wanted to, but I'm not in the mood. Let them have the fun, I just want to sit back and sleep for a while.

And never wake up.

"Ask them if you're so eager to know."

Focusing on the wall in front of me, my ears focused on the door and our surroundings if necessary, I let my thoughts wonder around.

And a certain light-eyed boy pops up behind my now closed eyelids. Shaking my head and opening my eyes, I can't keep thinking about him this way.

We broke up.

Stiles and his loud voice bring me back to his conversation with Scott.

"Because... He's... Evil!" I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I couldn't help myself. Stiles calling Matt evil is the most hilarious thing I've heard all day.

"You just don't like him." Scott answers him with a playful smile and catches my eye. He waves.

"The guy bugs me. I don't know why."

They both look over to Matt and I follow their eyes. Matt is eating from a bag of potato chips next to Jackson on the other side of my table. He offers a chip to Jackson beside him. Jackson just glares. Matt shrugs and keeps eating.

Jackson suddenly puts a hand to his head, gritting his teeth in pain. He raises his free hand toward Harris.

"Jackson..." I whisper as the boy speaks.

"I need to use the bathroom."

"You all right?"

"Jackson!" Hand wiping at the sweat on his forehead, Jackson gets up and doesn't answer me.

"You don't look so good." Harris comments.

"I just need some water."

Concerned, Harris follows him. "No one leaves their seat." He commands us.

But the moment the door closes behind them, Scott and Stiles jump up and race to Erica's table, with little me behind them like a bullet.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died." Scott asks as soon as is butt lands on one of the chairs,

"Maybe."

"Talk." I sneer at her obnoxious face.

"It was a car accident. Like your foster parents' death." She pauses and eyes me. She was saying that to me. "My dad was the insurance investigator. Every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche he makes some comment about the huge settlement he's getting when he's eighteen."

"Hold on. Are you saying Jackson's not only rich, but he's going to get even richer at eighteen?" I don't know how Stiles manages to ignore Erica's comment related to my family. 

"Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that." Stiles whispers slowly and I get up.

Scott and Stiles both look at me with concern and I can hear them talking behind me as I walk towards the door. My bag is resting on the table but I don't have time to pick it up.

How does Erica know about MY foster parents? How does she know? Who told her? It can only be...

Edward. The little snitch.

Abandoning everyone behind me, I swiftly avoid our teacher around the halls and finally open the door of the school, the cold air hitting my face with a soundless bang.

I don't know what happened next. I remember walking, even running, and calling Edwards's name out loud, enraged.

He can hear me. I'm sir he can. The closer I get to the rail station, the closer my heart gets to exhaustion. And the beast inside me grows with each step I take.

Not bothering with the door and knocking, I step inside and look for the blonde haired boy I want to kill right now. And there he stands, behind a panting Derek, his hands tucked inside his pockets and his characteristic smirk on his lips.

"You bastard!" I lunge for him but another hand, not his, pulls me towards a hard chest. "Let me go!"

"Stop, Louisa." Just his voice, vibrating inside his chest, freezes my body and I ache for his touch.

"No..." Letting the tears fall from my eyes, I relive the pain I felt when I was told my parents died. Both my families are now gone, I'm left alone in this world.

"I know it hurts, but don't show them how bad it hurts. Hide it. Don't let them see otherwise they'll explore it and make the pain worse."

I nod and his arms around my waist tighten their hold on me and I sigh. How I missed this.

Instead of trying to claw his eyes out again, I let my body rest on Isaac's and close my eyes. A low sigh is heard from his throat.

"Need some help there? Maybe a few candles and a soft bed." Derek interrupts our little moment and sneers at us.

Oops.

I open my mouth to reply to him and maybe throw some mean words at him but two boys crash into the door and step inside out of breath.

Scott and Stiles arrive with a passed out Erica, carrying her into the station. She is barely moving. Just tight, strained breaths coming from between her pale lips.

"Derek? Derek!" Scott calls and everything goes dark.

With his arms still around me, Isaac pulls me back to the shadows and I don't resist. Then, two red eyes hurtle out from the shadows like focused lasers. Boots landing with a powerful thud on the cement, Derek kneels down to pick Erica up.

"Follow me." He says coldly.

Inside the train, Derek directs a light over Erica's arm while Scott and Stiles look on.

"Is she dying?" Stiles asks.

"She might. Which is why this is going to hurt."

Grabbing her arm in his Derek he presses down on it, breaking it. Erica screams in agony.

"You broke her arm?" I speak for the first time and my friends notice my presence.

Neither asks what I'm doing here, in Isaac's arms.

"It'll trigger the healing process." Derek explains in a softer tone. "I also have to get the venom out. That's the part that's going to hurt."

Hands gripped around her broken arm, Derek presses down. As Erica shrieks, blood infused with the viscous Kanima venom spills across the floor.

Erica collapses into Stiles's arms. Her eyes blink as she fights to stay conscious while looking up at him.

"Stiles..." Pushing the hair from her face, he gazes on her with the kind of look usually reserved for Lydia. "You make... A good... Batman."

Finally, she closes her eyes and passes out.

"That was dramatic." Isaac joked behind me and I let out a soft giggle.

"Not as dramatic as my soon-to-come fight with Edward."

"Don't do anything stupid." Sending him a glare with my eyebrows raised, he seems to think twice and says again. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Thank you."

"Go for the soft parts."

This time, I laugh. For the first time in what feels like ages. Since now I have to finish what I started, I leave the safety and warmth of his body and leave everyone behind, searching for a certain British boy.

But what I find is another dead body.

So I scream.

•^•^•^•^•^•

I can see what you're all thinking. I WANT TO KNOW HOW SHE IS GOING TO DIE AND HOW SHE IS GOING TO PREVENT THAT FROM HAPPENING and so on... this chapter is full of Isaac :3 I'm so happy.
Have patience, my dear readers. This is not over yet. It'll be over soon (just saying). You can kill me now.
Peace.
Bye guys.