EIGHT

It grew dark, and we soon came to a halt on the bus. We had been driving for god know's how many hours, I was asleep on Stiles most of the time. We had stopped outside this... hotel. Or, my bad, motel.

Everyone jumps off the bus, and boy does it feel good to stand again.

Motel Glen Capri.

This motel creeped me out. I have a bad vibe. I stand next to Scott and Stiles, the girls were at the back. "I've seen worse." Scott commented. It's great to see my brother healthy again.

"Where have you seen worse?" Stiles asks, and I scoffed. The whistle blows, from Coach.

"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow." Coach started, holding a bunch of room keys. "This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be paring up, choose wisely."

Coach holds out the keys. Everyone takes one. One by one each person goes by. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to you dirty little selves!"

I roll my eyes and I take the key for me and Stiles. Or, me and Scott.

"I get Stacey," Scott dibs, as we walk further to the hotel. I roll my eyes.

"Excuse me, I get Stacey, I'm her boyfriend." Stiles whined.

"I'm her brother and you had her for the whole bus ride." Scott defended.

"You've had her your whole life!" Stiles snapped and exhales.

"All right." I said, and stand in front of them. "Since there are only two beds in a room... why don't Stiles and I share a bed, and Scott you can take the spare bed."

"You two are not having sex in the same room as me." I purse my lips at my brother's complaint. We haven't had the time to have sex.

"It's either this or the ground, Scott." I smiled.

"Wait, did you just choose Stiles over me?" Scott asked.

I could see Stiles doing a little celebration.

I shake my head. "Pft, no."

✢

Stiles laid on out bed and Scott laid on his bed. "All right. So I have five." Stiles started. I, was, however, was walking around the room slowly, tracing my fingers on the dusty desk.

"Five? You have five suspects?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, it was originally 10." Stiles said. "Well, nine, technically, I guess. I had Derek on there twice."

"So, who's number one? Harris?" Scott asked.

"Just because he's missing doesn't mean he's dead." Stiles said.

"So, if he's not dead, our chemistry teacher is out secretly committing human sacrifices." I pace around the room, listening to the boys' conversation.

"Yeah, I guess that sounded way better in my head." Stiles said.

"Well, what if it's somebody else from school? Like, you remember Matt? We didn't know he was killing people." I shiver at his name.

"Excuse me?" Stiles sat up. "I'm sorry, what?" Stiles then stands up. "Yes, I did, I called it from day one, actually."

"Yeah, but we never really seriously thought it was Matt." I snort.

"I was serious. I was quite serious, actually. Deadly serious. No one listened to me."

"Hey, hi, I did!" I raised my hand and Stiles sighed.

"Who were the other four?"

"Derek's sister, Cora." Stiles said. "No one know's anything about her and she's Derek sisters."

"Yup, definitely part of the Hale family," I commented but was ignored.

"Next, your boss." Stiles points at Scott. Deaton? No way.

Scott sits up this time. "My boss?"

"Yeah, your boss." Stiles nodded. "I don't really like the whole Obi-Wan thing he's got going on, you know. Freaks me out." Scott and I looked at each other, confused. "Oh, my god. Have you still not seen Star Wars?"

"I swear, if we make it back alive, I will watch the movie. With you." I promised Stiles and smiled at him. He nodded his head.

"It just makes me crazy,"

"Who are the other two?" Scott asked and Stiles glanced at me awkwardly.

Stiles sighed. "Stacey and Lydia." I pursed my lips together, a little angry. I'm not the Darach. I know that for a fact, I'm something else. Stiles then sat down. "They were totally controlled by Peter... well, Lydia mostly, and Stacey, I think you're somehow connected to Lydia... you two had no idea you were controlled by Peter. Maybe... maybe you two are like this whole Darach thing together."

"Excuse me." I seeth before I walked towards the door.

"Stacey, wait-"

I close the door on them, I can't believe my own boyfriend would think that I'm the Darach. I may not know what I am, but I know that I'm not the Darach. Maybe I'm overreacting, I don't care.

I walk down the steeps steps slowly. I purse my lips together and stopped walking. Where can I go? Maybe I could room with Allison and Lydia. I'm sure they wouldn't mind. I frown when I saw my strawberry blonde best friend at the receptionist, I exhale, and I took a sprint over to her.

Lydia saw me coming and smiled at me softly. She didn't ask why I was here, I didn't feel like answering.

"Excuse me?" Lydia asked at the reception. "The card on the dresser says we have a non-smoking room, but..." Lydia inhales. "But somehow all of our towels reek of nicotine."

The old lady then turns around. "Sorry about that, sweetheart." I jumped slightly at the sound of her voice, it was raspy. But then, I noticed there was a tube stuck inside her neck. I quickly avert my eyes and looked over at Lydia.

"What's that?" My eyes followed Lydia's, and there were three numbers on the wall behind the lady. "That number?"

"It's a kind of inside thing for the motel." The lady said. "My husband insists we keep it up."

"What do you mean?" I frown.

"It's a little bit morbid, to be honest. You sure you wanna know?" The lady asked. Lydia and I looked at each other, and nodded.

"Tell us." Lydia whispered.

"We're not gonna make the top of anyone's list when it comes to customer satisfaction."

"Obviously," I roll my eyes.

"But we are number one n California when it comes to one disturbing little detail." The lady continued. "Since opening, more than any other California, we have the most guest suicides." My eyes widen, and my eyes trailed back to the numbers. 198. Is that how many people died here?

"198?" I asked.

"And counting." The lady nods her head, and starts laughing. My eyes widen even further and I stumble back.

✢

"198?" Allison asked coming out of her bathroom, drying off from the shower then going back into the shower.

"Yes." Lydia and I sit on Lydia's bed, I was in their motel room. I can't stand being in the boys' room, it's all way too much for me. Call me a dramatic bitch, I don't care. "And we're talking 40 years. On average, that's 4.95 a year, which is actually expected,"

Allison comes in with full clothing on, walking over to her purse and grabbing something from it. "But who commemorates that with a framed number? Who does that? Who?" I exhale, looking around the room.

"All suicides?" Allison asks, she holds a lipgloss in her hands.

"Yes." Lydia and I answer at the same time, glancing at each other.

"Hanging, throat-cutting, pill-popping, both-barrels-of-a-shotgun-in-the-mouth suicide." Lydia continues. "I don't know about you guys, but me..."

Lydia cuts herself off. "Which... which one do you want?" Spoke a male voice, he sounded quite young.

In sync, Lydia and I turn our heads towards the air vents. "Did you hear that?" Lydia and I both ask in sync.

"Hear what?" Allison requested.

"I don't know. The smaller one, I guess." A young woman also spoke, what's going on? What's happening? Why can I hear this?

"It's okay, smaller's better. Less of a kick." The young male said. It sounded like an echo, I'm not sure where it's coming from.

I stand up, my mouth parts slightly, in shock. I notice that Lydia stands up beside me.

I frown deeply, and I take a step on the bed, walking towards the air vents. "I'll chamber the round." The male voice continues. "All right, so..."

"Wait, wait." The women cut the man off. I felt Lydia behind me, but my gaze was on the air vent. "When do I... I mean, do you count?"

My breaths become heavier, my eyes watering. They were going to kill themselves.

"Yeah, yeah... I'll count to three." The male told the women.

"So after three or on three?"

"You tell me." The man spoke. They sound so... young.

"Oh, my god." I whisper, shuddering.

"One, two..." The women countdown. "Then pull the trigger."

"I love you."

Tears start to stream down my faces, and I start sobbing. Someone's killing themselves.

"I love you, too."

"One, two..."

The loudest gunshot was heard, and Lydia and I both jump and I scream a little.

"What is it, Lydia? Stace? What happened?" Allison asked.

"Did you hear that?" My breaths were hard, I needed Stiles. He would calm me down. I need Stiles' touch.

"Hear what?" Allison asked.

Lydia gasps, stepping down off the bed and I do, too, trying to control my breathing. I can't handle this many kills, can't I have a normal life?

"The two people in the other room, they shot each other." Lydia quickly said. Lydia then went towards the door, my throat was tightening.

"Stacey... Stacey-"

"Go, go with Lydia." I wince, and I slide down the side of Lydia's bed. I swallowed thickly, my eyes burning. Why do I have to have a panic attack now? I close my eyes, feeling Stiles' touch on my arm. I see images of him, memories... when he kisses me.

I open my eyes and noticed my breaths were steady, calm, and even. I smiled. I did it. I didn't even need Stiles' help, well... he technically did.

Lydia then comes bursting through the door. "Guys, we need to leave." Lydia grabs her purse, and I frown deeply, standing up.

"Hey, are you okay?" Allison asked, and I nodded. Now I was. Allison purses her lips together.

"What happened?" I asked, Lydia, turned to me.

"Nothing. There was nothing." Lydia sighed.

"But they were suicides, not murders, and it's not like this place is haunted, right?" Allison asked, and I snort. I wouldn't be surprised. Werewolves, Kanima's, Alpha Packs... why not add ghost in the mix? It's one big freaking party.

"Maybe it is." Lydia turned to Allison, shrugging. "You know, I bet that couple made a suicide pat in that very room. Maybe that's why they're renovating." Lydia steps forward. "Maybe, they've been scrapping brain matter off the wood paneling."

"Maybe we should find out." Allison nodded. I stand up.

"Then find out we shall." I nod back Allison.

✢

Allison, Lydia, and I walk to the front receptionist again. We were going to ask the old lady for answers, but as I suspected, the lady wasn't there. The lights were still on. But no lady.

"Well, there goes that." I grunt, as we stand in front of the receptionist.

"Didn't you guys say that the sign was 198?" Allison asked us, turning to us. My eye widens, nodding.

My head turns towards the numbers, that now reads 201. My mind started to race, what did that mean?

"It was 198. I swear to god, it was 198." I tremble, and I cleared my throat. My two best friends look at me, and I nod, staring at the numbers.

"Okay, what does that mean? That there have been three more suicides?" Allison suggested.

My eyes widen. "Or three more about to happen," Lydia told us.

"I bloody hope not."

✢

"Last time I saw Scott like that was during the full moon." Allison explained to me, Lydia, and Stiles. I tried to avoid Stiles. I'm still slightly mad about what he had said earlier on.

"Yeah, no, he was definitely a little off with me, too." Stiles told Allison. Apparently, Scott's been acting weird, going into Allison's shower, saying weird things to her. "But it was actually Boyd who was really off, I watched him put his fist through a vending machine."

I frown deeply, who the hell does that?

"See, it is the motel." Lydia shots at us. I bite on my lower lip. "Either we need to get out of here right now or someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism ASAP before the werewolves go crazy and kill us." Lydia pulls open a draw and had grabbed a bible, and holds it in her hands.

"Okay, just hold on, all right?" Stiles stopped Lydia. "What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?"

"You mean like three sacrifices?" Allison tried. My spine shivers at that word. I've grown to hate that word now.

"What if it's this time three werewolves?" Stiles asked, glancing around the room.

"Scott, Isaac and Boyd." Allison realized.

"Maybe we were meant to come here." Stiles told us. I let out a loud exhale, to fill in the random silences. Everyone looked at me and I raised an eyebrow.

"Can we get the hell out of here now?" Lydia asked, walking towards Stiles. "Please?"

"Wait, hang on. Let me see this." Stiles had grabbed Lydia's bible from her hands and flicked through some pages. Curiously I stood up and walked over to Stiles.

Stiles held a paper in his hands that wasn't from the book. "What is that?" I whisper, and Stiles looked down at me briefly.

It was a newsletter.

"28-Year-Old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri." Stiles read allowed. He puts down the newsletter page, and picks out another, before dumping the whole book and a whole bunch of letters came out. I cross my arms, and lean over slightly.

"No. Look at these two. They both mention the room 217." Lydia sorts out the newspaper, I pressed my lips together, and glance around the room. "These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room."

"So... if every room had a bible..." Allison trailed off.

"There could be articles in all the rooms." Lydia finished off, and I bite on my lower lip, thinking.

"That's a beautiful thing. Most places leave a mint under the pillow, this one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred." Stiles sarcastically responded, I wanted to smile, but I didn't. I'm trying to be mad at him, but he's making it so very hard.

"What if the room next door has one about the couple?" Lydia asked. We turned back and looked at the door, my boyfriend then ran towards the door, and opened it.

I looked at Lydia and Allison, and they both followed. I exhale and follow after them. Stiles had grabbed the handle of the room and tried to push open it. "What? No, that room was not locked before." Lydia said.

"Forget it. We need to get Scott, Isaac, and Boyd out of here." I quickly said. Stiles turns to leave, and so do I, but the sound of a handsaw comes in our ears. My eye widens and I stopped.

"I'm not the only one who heard that, right?" Lydia asked and I stepped closer to the door.

"It sounds like someone turned on a handsaw." Alsion said.

Stiles then came up beside me. "Handsaw?" Stiles asked.

I then kicked down the door with my supernatural strength, and we walked in on Ethan with a handsaw about to put it through his stomach.

"Hey, no, Ethan, don't!" I yelled at him, running towards him, I put my hands on the handsaw and tried to rip it away from him. We both struggle, Ethan trying to kill himself, I'm trying not to get Ethan to kill himself.

Ethan had thrown the handsaw down, and I had turned around with full force and I caught myself with my hands, and my eyes widen when I saw that my face was almost ripped apart from the handsaw.

I scoot back, and it turned off.

Stiles had skidded to the floor beside me, pure worry on his face. He puts his hands on my cheek, stroking it. "Are you okay?" Stiles breathes, and my attention was caught on the sound of claws coming out.

My head turns to Ethan, who had his claws out. Ethan then puts his claws to his stomach- oh, hell no. I then jumped up again, and Stiles did too, and we both pulled at his hands, trying to not kill himself with his claws.

Ethan struggles, groaning. I fall back and Ethan had burnt himself on a heater, Stiles fell beside me as well. Ethan groans, holding his hands. I jump up, and so does Stiles.

Ethan looked afaird.

He stands up. "What just happened?" Ethan demands. I roll my eyes.

Ethan made a dash for the door. "Ethan!" Stiles calls, chasing after him. I then follow my boyfriend.

✢

"Didn't you hear what I just said?" Ethan asked as I follow my best friends down the stairs. "I don't know how I got there or what I was doing."

We reached to the bottom. "Okay, you could be a little bit more helpful, you know?" Stiles asked. "We did just save your life."

"And your probably shouldn't have." I huff at Ethan's response.

"What now?" I asked my boyfriend, as I stand next to him.

"I'll find Scott." Allison volentared.

"I'll go with you." I nod breifly.

"You guys go find Isaac and Boyd." Allison told Lydia and Stiles. "The best thing we can do is get them out of this place."

I agreed, and felt someone tug on my arm. I turn around and saw Stiles, looking sorry. I wanted to kiss him. I really did. I exhale. "I know." I simply told him, before I turned and went up after Allison up the stairs.

✢

"Scott could be anywhere by now." I told Allison as we walk along to my room. My eyes wonder over to our bedroom, the door was opened.

"Scott?" Allison quitely called.

"Stiles could've just left it open." I whisper to her. Allison pushes opened the door, and it squeaks when it opened.

"Are you in here?" Allison called again. I purse my lips together, seeing the bedroom empty, the beds made, and Scott's stuff dumped on the floor.

Soon, Allison and I quickly found Stiles and Lydia. I was panciking slightly as we waked dwn the stairs.

"I can't find Scott anywhere." I tremple, what if Scott's dead already?

"It's happening to him, too, isn't it?" Stiles asked and I nodded.

"It has to be." Lydia said from behind, her and Allison follow me and Stiles as we had stopped walking down the stairs and on the ground. "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?"

"Yeah." Stiles nodded. "I'll get it."

I stopped.

The sound of the last flare goes off, my heart almost stopped when I saw my brother standing there... looking so, lost, and empty... he had gasoline all around him. Scott holds the flare in one hand, looking down at the ground.

I stepped forward. "Scott." I called slowly. We walked around, facing Scott, but standing a few feet away. "Scott." I whisper, my heart-shattering. What the hell is he doing?

Gasoline was poured all over the ground- big puddles of it. And Scott even poured it all over himself, he was dripping in gasoline.

"There's no hope." His voice sounded empty, too, I purse my lips together to stop myself from crying.

"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." I told him, stepping a step forward.

"Not for me." Scott and I stare at each other, whoever's doing this... they need to stop. "Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault." I told him, again. I keep telling him this, but he won't listen. And now... it's lead up to this. "You know Derek wasn't your fault."

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worst." Scott said. "People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."

I shake my head. "Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, alright?" I exhale, taking another two steps forward. "This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now..."

"What if it isn't?" Scott cuts me off, I shake my head again. "What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else?" Scott's breathing was uneven, he looked so...depressed. "It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You, me, and Stiles. We were... we were nothing. We weren't popular, we weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important." Scott's voice cracks. "We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again." Scott then looks up, and looks at me in the eyes. "No one at all."

Scott then twists his arm out, ready to put the flare on him my eyes widen. "Scott, just listen to me, okay?" I took a few more step forwards. "You're not no one. Okay? Your someone, you're..." Tears were dripping down my face. "Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother... you my twin. Your my other half... all right, so..." I then take a step in the gasoline, I pursed my lips together as my feet touch the gasoline. "So, if you're gonig to do this..." My hands wrap around the flare as well. "Then you're just going to have to take me with you."

My hand grips on the flare, and my other hand slowly slides the flare out of Scott's hand. I then throw the flare away, Scott started to sob, breaking down right in front of me.

"No!" I heard Stiles and Lydia scream, I was soon pushed to the ground, myself on top of Scott, Stiles on top of me.

Lydia and Allison were both beside us, and I felt a big wave of heat explode onto us- obviously, the flare had gone into the gasoline.

I looked up, and saw Stiles pressing his body close to mine. "I love you." Stiles had tears stains down his face, and I pressed my forehead agaisnt his.

"I love you too."

✢

"I don't want to know, I really don't want to know." I hear the sound of Coach's voice. I slowly wake up and realize where we were. We were on the bus. I was cuddled up next to Stiles, Scott was in front of us, and Allison and Lydia were next to me and Stiles on the other row. "But in case you missed the annoucement, the meet's cancled, so, we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!"

Thank god.

"Good morning." I murmur to Stiles, who pecked my lips briefly, I sat up straight. Ethan then sat down by Scott.

"I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life." Ethan turned to Scott and I rolled my eyes.

"Actually, I and Sties saved your life, but... not that it matters that much. It's a minor detail." I lean back, and into Stiles. Stiles just smiled at me goofily, and I chuckle.

"So I'm gonna give you something." Ethan continued on. "We're pretty sure Derek's still alive." My mouth partens, how? He fell a pretty decent height in an abonded mall... he couldn't have survived from that. "But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack..."

"And he kills his own." Scott finished.

"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him." Ethan nodded. "That's the way it works."

"You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric." Ethan got up, and left to another seat. "Just, FYI."

"Hey, Ethan-"

Coach was cut off by Lydia who stands up in front of Caoch. "Hey, Coach, can I see your whistle for a second?" Lydia takes off his whiste, and Coach frowned deeply.

"Hey! I'm gonna need that back." Coach walked off.

Lydia sits down on the seat in front of Allison's. She then puts her hand over the whistle, and blew on it. She then revealed her hand and there wolfsbane on it.

"Wolfsbane." I told them.

Stiles looked at me. "So every time the Coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd..."

"And Ethan." I quickly add.

"We all inhaled it." Scott said.

"You were all posned by it." Allison puts in.

"So that's how the Darach got in their heads." I exhale. "That's how he did it." I climb over Stiles' body, and grab the whistle off Lydia.

I then throw the whistle out of the bus window.

"Hey, hey, girl version of McCall!" Coach yelled at me, but the bus had already started to drive.

I then cuddle up to Stiles, and he puts an arm around me. Three hours with Stiles. I wouldn't mind that.

Mote Glen Carpi is now... history.