Violet's nightmares have been occurring for the past week, the nightmares always started different but ended the same, it would end in her death. A scream would leave her throat that could make anyone's toes curl. Her father would enter the room to find his daughter again with tears streaming down her face. Stiles soon caught on to what was happening and wanted to tell someone like Scott or Derek but she made him promise not to do anything and to leave it.

The girl curled her hair, her brown eyes tired. Her skin was losing it's shine and she didn't feel herself anymore. After applying a layer of foundation, she looked like herself. Sort of. She knew she should tell Derek about her dreams. Violet knew it had something to with the Alpha, Stiles told her everything that Derek didn't. She knew Derek didn't bite Scott which made her laugh in the boys faces and told them she was right and they wrong which they didn't take lightly.

The one thing that made her stop telling Derek is, what if the alpha gets him too? What if he's listening and he knows that her father knows and Stiles knows. What if by them knowing they have a target on their back? She stopped over thinking, it made her head hurt and tears started to fall.

'' Violet?'' A voice came through the door, she finished putting mascara on and walked to the door, opening it with a wide but fake smile.

'' Daddy? What can I do for you? Breakfast ready?''

The sheriff raised an eyebrow at his daughters attitude, he knew that this was an act and she's been doing this act every morning for the past week. '' Vi, want a lift to school? Stiles has already gone.''

'' Sur...'' Before she could finish a car horn rippled through the air making the girl jump. Violet shrugged at her father's questioning face and walked to her bedroom window, her eyes widening at the Porsche parked out front. '' Dad er.. Jackson is going to take me. Okay?''

She sent him a smile, a real one this time and he nodded. Grabbing her bag, she ran towards the front door and opening it before he could knock. '' Hey, I was about to knock..'' She smiled and leapt in to his arms.

Jackson was puzzled and didn't understand as to why she was in his arms after their argument but he didn't freeze. He instantly wrapped his arms around her small frame like it was the most natural thing to do. '' Thank god your here.'' She whispered. '' I've been having a shit week.''

'' I've noticed.'' He replied which was true, he noticed the girl in his arms was as bubbly or as sarcastic as she normally was. Violet looked tired and jumped at the slightest of sounds. '' Ready to go to school?'' He pulled away, a small but comforting smile on his face.

'' Ready as I'll ever be.''

*

'' If Derek isn't the Alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, then who did?'' Stiles questioned Scott as they walked down the hall.

'' I don't know.''

'' Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?''

'' I don't know.''

''Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?'' Stiles questioned, him knowing that he is a hunter. Chris Argent was a hunter, he hunted wolves which his daughter's boyfriend was. Scott told Stiles along with Violet, her not understanding that the man who drove her home was a cold hearted killer. He just seemed so nice, she told them.

'' I don't know! Jeez.'' Scott stated in a loud tone attracting attention.

'' Dude, you need to study more.'' Stiles noticed his expression.'' That was a joke. Scott, it's one test. You're gonna make it up. Do you want help studying?''

''No. I'm studying with Allison after school today.''

'' That's my boy.''

'' We're just studying.''

''Uh, no, you're not.''

'' No, I'm not? ''

'' Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house today and squander that colossal opportunity, I swear to God I'll have you de - balled.''

'' Okay. Just - Stop with the questions, man. ''

'' Done. No more questions. No more talk about the Alpha or Derek. Especially Derek - who still scares me.'' Stiles said, his eyes finding Violet. '' Hey Scott?'' The wolf turned to boy. '' I have something I have to tell you about Violet.''

*

Jackson left Violet to go to the locker room, he's mind was on the girl who eyes seemed to brighten when he made a joke. He felt an arm grab him and push him up against the wall.

'' Where's Scott McCall and Violet Stilinski?''

'' Why should I tell you?'' Jackson spat.

'' Because I asked you politely, and I only do that once.'' Derek told the boy, Derek was panting as he held the boy. Sweat was dripping down his face, his skin was turning grey.

'' Hmm. Okay, tough guy. You know, how about I help you find him if your selling him? What is it? Is it, uh, Dianabol? Hmm? HGH?

'' Steroids?'' Derek questioned realising the boy isn't going to be much help.

'' No, girl scout cookies. What the hell do you thinking I'm talking about? Oh, and u.h, by the way, what ever it is you're out selling, I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise. You looked wrecked.''

'' Forget it, I'll find them myself.'' And let go of Jackson who was now panicking for Violet's safety but a question remained in his head. How does Violet know Derek Hale?

*

Violet walked out the school building to find the exit blocked, she furrowed her eyebrows and noticed a figure on the floor. A gasp left her lips as she noticed it was Derek, she ran to him, shoving people out the way and crouching beside him.

'' Derek? What is going on? Are you okay?'' She questioned after she noticed the sweat running off his face and onto the floor.

'' I was shot.''

'' This guy is everywhere.'' She heard Stiles.

'' What is going on? What hell? What are you doing?'' Scott crouched beside the girl.

'' He was shot.''

'' He's not looking good dude.'' Stiles leaned behind his sister.

'' Why aren't you healing?'' Scott questioned.

''I can't. It was - it was a different kind of bullet. '' He stuttered,, Violet frowned and put her hand to his head.

'' He's burning up.''

'' A silver bullet? '' Stiles questioned, earning glare from the Hale and the girl.

''No, you idiot.''

'''Wait, wait. That's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours.'' Scott thought out loud, gaining curious glances from the three.

'' What? Who - who said 48 hours?''

''The one who shot you. What are you doing? Stop that!'' Scott told Derek whose eyes were currently changing.

'' I'm trying to tell you, I can't!''

''Derek, get up!''

'' Scott if he is telling you he can't, he can't. Now get him in the car. We are drawing attention to ourselves.'' Violet told him, her eyes focused on the people leaving their cars to get a look.

Scott sighed and looked to Stiles.'' Help me to put him in your car.'' Stiles groaned put helped Scott drag him to the car with the girl following behind.

'' I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used. '' Derek told them as he was laid in the back of the Jeep, his head on Violet's lap.

''How the hell am I supposed to do that?''

'' 'Cause she's an Argent. She's with them.'' Derek informed the newly turned wolf.

''Why should I help you?''

'' Because you need me.''' Derek answered, Violet looked at Scott noticing the gears turn In his head.

'' Fine. I'll try. Hey get him out of here.''

''I hate you for this so much.'' Stiles said through the window, Scott rolled his eyes but watched the car drive out the lot.

'' Hey. What was he doing here? '' Allison came up from behind Scott.

*

Stiles was driving the Jeep quite fast, he didn't really want a werewolf to die in his car. Violet was running her hand through Derek's hair, the action was calming him slightly. Derek had the memory of his aunt Celeste in his head. She would always run her hands through his hair whenever he was upset or sick.

Stiles looked through the mirror noticing that Derek was getting worse. Stiles got Scott's voicemail once again, he threw his phone to the passenger seat. '' Hey, try not to bleed out on my seats okay? We're almost there.''

'' Almost where?'' Derek questioned, a cough leaving his lips in the process.

'' Your house.''

'' What?! No you can't take me there.'' Derek groaned.

'' I can't take you to your own house?'' Stiles questioned, Violet frowned. Why can't they take him to house?

'' Not when I can't protect myself.''

Stiles wanted to slam his head against the steering wheel. Violet shook her head and said ''All right. What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?''

'' Not yet. I have a last resort.''

'' What do you mean? What last resort?'' Derek began to roll his sleeve up revealing the wound that was oozing a black substance. '' Oh, my God. What is that? Oh, is that contagious? You know what, you should probably just get out. '' Stiles continued his rant, his face becoming the shame shade as Derek.

''Start the car. Now. '' Derek tone held a warning.

'' I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look, okay? In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead. Derek: Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out - With my teeth.'' Derek threatened before his head fell back on to Violet's lap. Stiles pressed the accelerator not wanting to lose his throat.

'' There's the sour-wolf we all know and love.'' Violet whispered making Derek chuckle in pain.

*

Chris Argent was sat in the basement once again staring at the picture of Celeste Hale. She was beautiful, she was everything to him and he lost her. '' Chris?'' A voice echoed throughout the dust filled room. Chris shoved the photo into the box and snapped it shut. '' There you are.''

'' Yeah I was just looking for something.'' He replied putting the box to the side.

'' And did you find it?'' She asked, her eyes squinting in the almost darkened room.

'' Er.. no actually I didn't. Why don't we go back upstairs.''

'' To go and interrogate your daughter's boyfriend?'' He forced out a chuckle and put his arm around the girl's shoulder.

'' Kate...''

'' What it's cute. This parental protectiveness.'' Chris glared at her as he closed the door to the basement. '' Okay but you know ease up a little. You can't hate that face, he's cute.''

'' Okay I'll tolerate him until desert.''

'' Your such a man.'' She said walking away from her brother and towards her niece and the wolf.

*

'' What am I supposed to do with him?'' Stiles yelled through the phone making Violet jolt awake. They had been driving around for hours and she was tired, so tired that she just drifted asleep. She didn't realise that she may scream or cry when the nightmare came but this time it didn't. It was Stiles annoying voice that did.

''Take him somewhere, anywhere. '' Scott spoke through the phone.

'' And, by the way, he's starting to smell. '' Stiles looked back to the man who looked like a rotting corpse.

'' Like - like what?''

'' Like death.'' Stiles whispered earning glares from the girl and the werewolf.

''Okay, take him to the animal clinic.''

'' What about your boss?''

''He's gone by now. There's a spare key in the box behind the dumpster.''

''You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you.'' Stiles turned his head around, amusement in his tone.

Derek snatched the phone from him. '' Did you find it?''

''How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like - the fricken Walmart of guns. '' Scott was frustrated and not because of a bullet but because his girlfriends family were werewolf hunters, who have and armoury of guns in their garage.

'' Look, if you don't find it, then I'm dead, all right?'' Violet stayed quiet, she didn't really want Derek to die.

''I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing. ''

'' Then think about this. The Alpha called you out against your will. He's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.'' Derek hung the phone up and threw back to Stiles who attempted to catch it but failed.

'' Can you really kill the Alpha?'' Violet questioned, her hand back to running through his hair.

'' I can try.'' Violet knew now she had to tell him about her dreams maybe he could try and stop them too.

'' Derek after we cure you. I have to tell you something.''

*

'' Does Northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?'' Stiles asked putting his phone down as he pulled up to the clinic.

'' He has to bring me the bullet.''

''Why?'' Violet frowned.

'' 'Cause I'm gonna die without it.'' Derek answered, Violet sighed wanting to bang her head against a wall.

Violet grabbed the keys and opened the clinic up. Stiles struggling to get Derek to the examination room, rolling her eyes she helped to put the full grown man onto the table. '' I'm going to call Scott. Stay here. Be careful.''

Stiles left the room leaving the girl and the wolf. '' What did you want to tell me?'' He coughed out. She sighed once again and went over to the sink where she spotted a rag.

'' I've been having nightmares.''

'' About?''

'' About the Alpha. The dreams happen in the woods mainly but the first one happened in my bedroom. It felt so real.'' She ran cold water over the cloth and ringing it out.'' I went to go shut the curtains and I saw a red glow. I didn't think much of it though.'' She sat down on the stool and placed the cold cloth on his head. '' I shut the curtains and then I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck and that's when the growl came. It was in my room. I turned and I came face to face with the animal I saw the previous night. He lunged and I screamed.''

'' And?''

'' I woke up in tears, I remember screaming and my dad came into the room with a gun.'' She said a single tear leaving her eye. '' It's been happening every night, I'm so tired Derek.''

Derek looked at the girl with sad eyes. He to others was the big bad wolf but to Violet he was unknowingly family and he protected family or what was left of it. '' Violet go to sleep. I'm here nothing is going to get you. I won't let it.''

'' That would be a lot more convincing if you weren't dying.'' They both laughed, a small smile on her face. '' You need to rest, we'll worry about me later. Just don't die.''

'' That all depends on Scott.''

*

An hour passed an Derek was getting worse by the minute. '' Call Scott again.''

'' Vi he didn't answer the last five times, what do you think is going to make him answer this time.'' Stiles snapped making the girl glare at him.

Stiles shook his head, frustrated that Scott left him with Derek. Frustrated that his sister seems close with the Hale. '' Okay. You know, that really doesn't look like anything some echinacea and a good night of sleep couldn't take care of.''

'' When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me.''

'' "Positivity" just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?'' Stiles sarcasm returning, Violet rolled her eyes surprised that they haven't fall out yet.

'' If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time - Last resort.'''

''Which is?'' Violet questioned, Derek got off the table and rolled his sleeve up even further.

'' You're gonna cut off my arm. ''

'' You've got to be shitting me.'' Violet told him, her eyes widened at the saw he just grabbed.

'' What if you bleed to death?'' Stiles ran his hand through his hair.

'' It will heal... if it works.'' Derek informed them, Violet scoffed.

'' Yeah you'll probably be dead before the healing kicks in.''

'' Violet i'll be dead in the ten minutes.''

'' Nice to know death given you an appointment.'' She snapped.

Derek: It'll heal if it works.

'' Ugh. Look - I don't know if I can do this. '' Stiles quivered at the thought of a missing limb.

'' Why not?''

'' Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!'' Stiles was moving his arm around frantically.

'' You faint at the sight of blood?'' Derek raised an eyebrow.

'' No, but I might at the sight of a chopped - off arm! ''

'' Stiles you fainted at a papercut. '' Violet chuckled, Stiles ignored her.

'' All right, fine. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head. ''

'' Okay, you know what, I'm so not buying your threats any - Oh, my God. '' Derek was holding onto his shirt, his eyes glaring down on the boy menacingly. '' Okay. All right, bought, sold. Totally. I'll do it. I'll do it. What? What are you doing? Holy God, what the hell is that?'' Derek had just coughed up some black goo, Violet grabbed the wet and handed it to him.

'' It's my body - Trying to heal itself. ''

'' Well, it's not doing a very good job of it.'' Violet told them, Derek glared for the hundredth time tonight.

'' Now. You gotta do it now'. ''

'' Look, honestly, I don't think I can.''

'' Just do it!''

'' Oh, my God. Okay, okay. Oh, my God. All right, here we go!'' Stiles had just pressed the saw to his skin, Violet held Derek's over hand.

Scott ran into the room, the bullet in his hand. '' Stiles!''

'' Scott? '''

'' What the hell are you doing?''

'' Oh, you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares. ''

'' Did you get it?'' Scott handed the bullet to Derek.

'' What are you gonna do with it?''

''I'm gonna - I'm gonna - '' Derek fell to the floor unconscious, Violet ran to Derek and tried to feel for a pulse.

'' Guys I can't find a pulse.'' Her hands were shaking, Derek was dead.

'' No. No, no, no, no. ''

'' Derek. Derek, come on, wake up'' Stiles crouched beside him and started slapping. ''Scott, what the hell are we gonna do?''

'' I don't know! I can't reach it. '' Scott was trying to reach for the bullet that fell down the drain after Derek fell.

'' He's not waking up!''

'' Come on. ''

'' I think he's dying. I think he's dead!'' Violet shouted.

'' Just hold on! Come on. Oh! I got it! I got it!'' Scott smiled as he held the bullet up.

'' Please don't kill me for this.'' Stiles punched Derek in the face. Derek shot up gasping for breath. '' Ugh! Ow! God!''

'' Give me -'' Scott gave him the bullet and Derek ripped the bullet apart and sprayed the power on his arm.

'' Ow! God - That - Was - Awesome! Yes!'' Stiles was amazed at what just happened.

'' Are you okay?'' Scott questioned.

'' Well, except for the agonizing pain.''

'' I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.'' Violet smiled at her brothers words.

''Okay, we saved your life, which means you're gonna leave us alone, you got that? And if you don't, I'm gonna go back to Allison's dad, and I'm gonna tell him everything - '' Scott told him.

'' Wait? What?'' Violet didn't want to stop her training.

'' You're gonna trust them? You think they can help you?'' Derek was pissed, the Argents weren't people to trust.

'' Well, why not? They're a lot freaking nicer than you are.''

'' I can show you exactly how nice they are.''

'' What do you mean?'' Violet asked.

*

Scott and Violet went to the hospital with Derek. Stiles wasn't up to it and went home, he said that nearly cutting an arm off just made him feel ill.

'' What are we doing here?'' Violet spoke as they wandered the corridors and ended up at the room of a man.

'' Whose that?'' Scott grabbed a hold of Violet's hand, she sent him a small smile and squeezed it.

'' My uncle. Peter Hale.''

'' Is he - like you, a werewolf?'' Violet asked.

'' He was. Now he's barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, and our house caught fire. 11 people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor.'' Violet knew about the fire, it was on the local news.

'' So - What makes you so sure that they set the fire?'' Scott's eyes stayed on the man.

'' 'Cause they're the only ones that knew about us.''

'' Well, then - They had a reason.''

''Like what? You tell me what justifies this.'' Derek turned the wheelchair around that held them man, whose face was badly burned. Violet's eyes widen in shock. ''They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do.''

'' What are you doing? How did you get in here?''

'' We were just leaving.'' Derek told her and left the room, the two teens following behind.

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