( Chapter Four )
It's so gross looking.

"SO HE WAS JUST AT YOUR PRACTICE?" Stiles questioned, stumbling over himself as he worked his way into the auto shop where they took his car. He had passed by the school on the way there so he grabbed Natalie before he left.

"Basically!" Natalie shrugged, "I guess he saw my epic fall," Her voice trailed off, "Which was totally embarrassing. But I went to my locker and suddenly he was just right there. I mean, completely out of no where."

Stiles sniffled his laughs, "You fell?"

"Totally wiped clean bro. I couldn't breathe after," Natalie responded, though Stiles let out an small laugh—quickly ending it after Natalie shot him a look, "Just because this senior wanted the captain postion."

Stiles slammed on the door to the shop and continued his conversation, "They are just jealous, Nat. You're that good. I think Erica is officially crazy ever since Derek," He mentioned, starting a new conversation.

"Maybe you are just hurt by her beauty," Natalie defended—opening up the side door that Stiles never checked.

He stopped in his place, looking at his sister with an annoyed look. "No, I mean she totally messed up my car, that thing is my baby!" As the siblings shuffled into the shop, Stiles heard a bunch of whirring which meant the mechanic was doing something he shouldn't, "Hey! What do you think you're doing? All I needed was a starter."

The mechanic didn't even look back to acknowledge Stiles, he just kept working, saying, "Yeah, but it looks like your whole exhaust system has gotta be replaced, too."

        Stiles took a deep breath, "Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?" Natalie began stepping away from the two, already knowing her brother is going to argue like no other. The Jeep was, is, like he say, his baby—honestly, he would die for the Jeep.

Her fingers gently caressed the cars that were lined up, tracing as they were really dusty. Suddenly a slight tap on the glass caught Natalie's attention, her head snapped in the direction. Finding her brother pointing to the floor dramatically, telling her to get down.

Without questioning, Natalie dropped to the floor—slipping beneath a car. Her heart began to pound out of her chest, she had no clue what was happening. She knew it was something threatening enough to kill her as Stiles looked like he had seen a ghost.
  
         Thick steps that had a glossy sound to them made Natalie winced, her fingers shaking—her breath staggering. Don't let me die. The four worded sentence that circled her brain.

         She had absolutely no idea what was happening besides the tight space she was in and the creepy chilling creature walking around.

        "Help me, help me," Someone repeated. It had to be the mechanic guy but Natalie couldn't think in situations like theses. She blinked roughly, hurting her eye sockets as she did. Natalie army crawled forward, hearing a screeching sound which made her stop abruptly.

          She couldn't help but let tears slip from her eyes, running down into her mouth—not anything harsh to make a noise. All she wanted was to know her brother was okay.

          It wasn't long after until a siren filled her ears, filled the tension that was cut throat. Natalie finally let a solid breath out, rolling out from beneath the car while being aware of her surroundings.

        "Stiles?" Natalie muttered. Getting answered with nothing. The door slammed open causing Natalie to be scared off her feet. Losing her balance, she banged her head against the metal wall, "Man."

"Natty?" A voice called out, only meaning her father was in the shop with them. Natalie raised her hand to be found, while holding the back of her head with the other.

            "I TOLD YOU, WE JUST. . . WE JUST WALKED IN, AND I SAW THE JEEP ON TOP OF THE GUY. THATS ALL," Stiles explained, clearly lying to their father but the less he knew the more chance the twins could protect him.

           Natalie held an icepack to the back of her skull, the hit was worse that excepted since she had a killer headache after. Stiles left a comforting hand on her knee, rubbing it every so often with this thumb.

         "What's wrong with your hand?" Sheriff questioned, looking at the slice he had.

          Stiles shook his hand, "Nothing." He sighed, "Can we just get out of here now?"

          Sheriff straightened out his back, taking a deep breath before replying, "Look, if there's something you don't think you can tell me . . ."

         "You think we're lying?" Stiles interjected. Natalie dropped her head as she was rather tired from everything; her soccer practice, the creature, and now Stiles picking a fight. All she wanted to do was sleep.

        "No," Sheriff answered, "Of course not. I'm just worried about you guys. Now, if you saw someone do this, and if you're afraid that maybe they're gonna come back and make sure you don't say anything about it . ."

        "I didn't see anything," Natalie chimed in, "Stiles definitely didn't either. He was in the snack room. Can we go now, please?"

        Natalie lifted herself off the ambulance bed and stuck threw the ice pack down. She peered towards the darkness around, seeing a certain pair of eyes aglow.

       She stepped back abruptly, moving quickly as Scott pulled up. Natalie wasn't scared this time because she knew that those eyes were not just any random werewolf, they were Issac's.

         THE FOLLOWING DAY, THE TRIO SAT ON SOME STAIRS IN THE SCHOOL—SCOTT AND STILES HAVING A CONVERSATION WHILE NATALIE CAUGHT UP ON HOMEWORK. Stiles was going over what Allison wanted to tell Scott, "We'll get through this. I know because I love you. I love you more than. . . Oh, my God! I can't. . . You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate. I mean Nat is right here."

        Natalie popped her head up from her work, shoving her brother roughly downwards which made him scatter to keep himself from falling. "You are not comforting at all," She spat before turning to look at Scott, "Sorry, but I have never had a boyfriend . . . so"

        Scott sighed, "Come on. You guys are the only ones that we can trust. Is she coming to the game tonight?"

        "Yeah!" Natalie rolled her eyes, "I'm making her."
     
        "Okay, message complete," Stiles added, "All right, now, tell us about your boss." That peaked Natalie's interested. She set her books aside under her feet since she was nervous they would magically disappear.

Scott gave a short glimpse around before explaining, "Uh, he thinks that Allison's family keeps some kind of records of all the things that they've hunted. Like a book."

Natalie's eyes lit up as she got more intrigued. "He probably means a bestiary," Stiles answered.

Scott's eyebrows furrowed, "A what?" Following to him breaking out in laughter, "I think you mean bestiality."

Stiles stood with his stern expression not breaking—honestly, in Natalie's opinion he looked funny looking. "Nope, pretty sure I don't. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures."

Scott's jaw hung to the floor, "How am I the only one that doesn't seem to know anything about this stuff?"

"Don't worry Scott, I didn't even know you guys had glowing eyes until the whole thing with Isaac," Nataliee assured, patting his back for comfort.

"Okay, you know, you're my best friend, you're a creature of the night. It's kind of like a priority of mine. See as that me and Natalie are just humans," Stiles rambled, "We are more invested into you!"

Scott nodded his head, "Okay, if we can find it, and it can tell us what this thing is. . ."

"And who."

"We need that book," All three of them said in unison.

"ALLIE! ALLIE!" Natalie shouted, hugging her backpack strap so closely to her so she didn't look stupid running across the field to her best friend with her brother following behind.

Stiles somehow got to the brunette girl first, pushing his sister behind him and keeping there with his arm extended out. After a while, Natalie stopped fighting him and just stood there while they fought.

"I think you mean. . ."

"No, I mean besitary," Stiles with attitude pointed a finger at her, "And the two of you, I don't want to know what's going on in your heads."

"Okay, uhm. . . can you describe the thing?" Allison questioned, resting her head on her hand.

Natalie pursed her lips, squinting as she tried to pull up an image of the book in her brain, "It's probably like, a book. . . old . . . worn. . . "

"Like, bound in leather?" Allison added. Stiles and Natalie both smiled, nodding quickly.

"Now we have to go tell Scott," Stiles announced, pulling Natalie towards the school but she got out of his hold immediately.

"I am going to sit right here next to Allie and save my energy."

Stiles groaned, "Weak."

NATALIE ANXIOUSLY TAPPED HER FINGERS ON HER KNEES SITTING ON THE ROW BEHIND THE BENCH THAT STILES SAT ON. The twins watched as the opposing team threw a poor kid to the ground which made coach angerly blow his whistle.

"Come on! Is that thing even a teenager? I wanna see a birth certificate!" Coach screamed as he took a seat down right next to Stiles, "Who or what is that genetic experiment gone wrong?"

Stiles tensed up, replying, "Eddie Obomowitz, Coach. They call him "The Abomination."

Coach let out a dry laugh, "Oh, that's cute."

After listening in to the conversation, Natalie cracked her stifle neck before trying to draw out Allison from the crowd. The brunette girl slightly waved the key for Natalie to see. Her knee accidentally collided with Stiles back, her fumbling out of the stands to grab the key.

Once she was far enough away from the field, she let out a proud excited laugh—tossing the keys up to let out a little small dance.

"Cute," A voice complimented. Natalie jumped out of her skin, raising her leg slightly in order she needed to fight anyone.

"I swear to god. I've been scared out of my mind shitless these past few days. I will fight you," Natalie warned—waiting for the person to reveal themselves. A tall lean man came out from the darkness, his wavy brunette boy rested on a car plastered with a smirk. "Of course, it's you, Isaac."

Isaac held his hand towards his heart, acting as if he was stabbed, "Hate me already?

"Might as well," Natalie whispered, secretly pushing the keys in her pant pocket.

"Tough crowd," Isaac muttered, "I know what I did Natalie. I didn't mean to, you know, wolf out. I don't know, please, could we try this again?"

         Natalie couldn't help but soften her mood at his request and how hard he was struggling. It was weird, and stupid since she didn't know basically anything about this boy. But she couldn't get enough from him as it felt like.

        "Yeah," Natalie agreed, "But I have to go right now Isaac. I'll, uhm, catch you later, maybe."

         "THERE YOU ARE," Stiles breathed out, feeling an utter relief. "Did you find the book?" He questioned. Before she was able to respond, the twins heard another person walk into the room.

         Causing Stiles to yelp in surpise. The blonde that seemed to turn, smirked at them, "Hello." She pulled the siblings into the pool room without another word by their ears—which lead Natalie to get annoyed out of her mind.

         The worst person imaginable, or in other words, Derek Hale stepped to Erica's side making Natalie groan. "Natalie. Stiles," Derek greeted, "What did you see at the mechanic's garage?"

        "Stiles' Jeep," Natalie hissed with sarcasm, earning a harshful glare from Derek.

         "Uh. . . ignore her," Stiles quickly said, "Several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting."

           Derek let out a dry laugh before he stabbed the basketball in his hands, letting out a whistle as it deflated. "Let's try that again."

           Stiles turned to Natalie for answers but all she could do was shrug, "All right, the thing was pretty slick looking. Uhm . . . skin was dark, kind of patterned. Uh. . . I think I actually saw scales. Is that enough? Okay? Cause I have somebody I really need to talk to."

          "And I do not want to look at your face any longer, Derek," Natalie pointed out with sass lacing her tongue.

          Now his focus was mainly on Natalie, making her shiver under her skin. What? He's ugly, she thought. "All right, fine," Stiles began, shooting daggers into Natalie as well, "Eyes. Eyes are uhm. . . yellowish and slitted. Uhm. . . it had a lot of teeth. Oh, and it's got a tail, too. Are we good?" Stiles asked as Derek and Erica widened their eyes looking up.

         Natalie's forehead creased, spinning her body to observe the wall too. Only to be met with the gross looking creature known to man. "What? What, have you seen it? You have this look on your faces like you know exactly what I'm talking about," Stiles rambled. Natalie grabbed his shoulders, turning him so he was aware.

          The creature jumped down to be on the same level as them, pushing Erica into a wall, instantly knocking her out cold. "Run!" Derek commanded, pushing the twins out of the way.

          As he was looking at the siblings, the reptile sliced Derek's neck unexpectedly. Derek lost every feeling in his body, suddenly going limp. Stiles ran under him, Derek's arm wrapped around Stiles' neck.

         Natalie moved them so they could be ahead of her, trying to distract the creature in anyway she could.

        She ran the other direction, not being fast enough as the reptile got a hold of her side—sending her into a wall like it did with Erica.

        Natalie roughly collided with the wall, darkness caving in on her eye sight—the last thing feeling the stabbing pain of her side. Loosing herself in falling asleep, she blinked and blinked trying anything to stay conscious.

       Everything became blurry, a figure blocked her vison—feeling herself be lifted from the cold pool concrete. She let herself go in the fade.

ISAAC AND NATALIE ISAAC AND NATALIE. they have my heart already, not isaac being awkward to ask natalie out.

who do you guys think picked her up at rhe end??