chapter nine
scream queen

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IT WAS time to tell someone about her dreams. Odessa Stones knew they were getting out of hand. It had been a couple days since Boyd died and everything seemed to be on a stand still. The Stone's dreams of Silas and their time together had turned into something different—something darker. In every dream, she remembered waking up and not seeing the surroundings of her room in the McCall residence. Instead, she found herself standing in a bright room, and she wasn't alone...

Odessa looked down at her clenched hands in frustration. She'd been in this place for how many years and she still couldn't get her claws out? And what was even worse was no one was helping her. How do they expect their students to succeed if they aren't helping? The blonde rubbed her sore cheek from her superior slapping it. There were so many things wrong with this place, Odessa always thought, too many to count.

"You know," a boy's voice rang from next to her, "you didn't deserve to get punished. Everyone knows you're having the most trouble with learning."

The Stone didn't look at the boy, but quirked a brow at his sentence, "uh... thanks?"

The brunette moved in front of the girl, sitting on the bench, swinging his legs in the air, "no need to thank me. Just stating the truth."

Odessa didn't know how to respond. She didn't have any friends here, she's never had friends ever, for as long as she could remember. The only thing she'd ever been close to was her stuffed bear, Luna. The blonde finally lifted her head to meet his gaze, "why are you talking to me?"

"Because I find you interesting," he spoke simply, "and I think you and I would be great friends."

The Stone had seen this boy around before. Truth be told, he sat at the same table as her during lunch, even though the girl was known to eat alone, he still sat there. And even though they had never talked until now, his presence by her at lunch made her feel more at ease then she normally was. With those thoughts piling in her head, she pulled out her hand for him to shake, "Odessa... Stone."

"Silas Campbell," the brunette, Silas, smiled and placed his hand in hers.

Odessa gasped awake, sitting up on her bed. With heavy breaths, she glanced at her clock, it reading 11:34 pm. The blonde looked down at her hand, almost as if she could still feel his hand in hers. She breathed one word in the silence of her bedroom.

"Silas..."

While letting herself calm down, her door burst open to reveal a panicking Scott, "get up—get dressed."

"Why," she asked, getting up from her bed, "what's wrong?"

"It's Lydia."

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Odessa held onto Scott tightly as he screeched to a stop outside of Beacon Hills High. She hopped off of the boy's motorcycle just in time for Stiles' Jeep to come into view and park next to them.

Stiles jumped out of his car, "where is she?"

"Over here."

The three teens met Allison and Lydia in the parking lot. The latter looked creeped out, but was ultimately okay, "it's the same thing. Same thing as the pool," she told them, "I got into the car heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here. And you told me to call you if there's a dead body."

"You found a dead body?"

"Not yet."

"'Not yet'," the Stilinski exclaimed, glancing around at his friends, "what do you mean 'not yet'? Lydia, you're supposed to call us after you find the dead body."

Lydia shook her head, "oh, no, I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on."

"How are we supposed to find the dead body? You're always the one finding the dead body."

"Guys," the teens looked to Scott, who was staring at something in the distance, "I found the dead body."

Odessa gaped at the sight beside her friends. Blood covered the Beacon Hills High School plaque as a woman, dressed in uniform, laid upon it, eyes glazed over.

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The next morning didn't cure the feeling of something bad happening soon—which plagued Odessa's body. She felt this tight feeling in her chest, a weight, as if she were waiting for something to happen.

The girl faintly listened to her first period teacher, Ms Blake, as the woman walked around the class, "idioms, analogies, metaphors and smilies, all tools the writer uses to tell their story," she stopped next to Lydia's desk, "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."

"You and every guy I've ever dated."

Ms Blake cleared her throat, not expecting that response, "oh, um, well, that was an idiom, by the way. Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know key words. Saying 'jump the gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race, or a phrase like 'seeing the whole board'."

"Like chess."

"That's right, Stiles. Do you play?"

"Uh, no. My father does."

As Ms Blake continued her way through the class and spoke, Scott turned to his best friend and Odessa who sat in front of him, "I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."

"What do you want to do that for?"

"The Druids are Emissaries, right," the Beta leaned forward, "so what if the Darach was an Emissary to the Alphas?"

Stiles scoffed, shifting in his seat, "okay, first of all, I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where a sentence like 'what if the Darach was an Emissary to the Alphas?' actually makes sense to me. Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan."

"What's that?"

"Going through Aiden," the Stilinski answered Odessa, who was discreetly listening and contributing without being caught by Ms Blake, "ever since he's been back at school, they're always together. How are we gonna separate them again?"

Almost instantly, the three teens got the idea in their minds and turned to a certain strawberry blonde, who was still drawing her tree. She looked up to see their eager faces and sighed, "what now?"

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While Lydia was... distracting Aiden, Odessa followed Scott and Stiles to talk to Ethan in one of the stairwells of the school during their lunch period. The blonde leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, not entirely too willing to talk to the Alpha.

"Why are you even talking to me," Ethan asked, his eyes moving between the three in front of him, "I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not gonna kill another one?"

Odessa raised her brow at the sight of Ethan glancing toward Stiles, and it seemed like the boy noticed too, "is he looking at me? Are you threatening me? You know what I'm gonna do," he stood from his position against the wall, walking closer to the Alpha, "I'm going to break off an extra large branch of Mountain Ash, wrap it in Wolfsbane, roll it in Mistletoe, and shove it up your freaking—"

"Woah, Stiles," Scott interjected, looking amused and impressed at his friend's attitude, "okay. We get it," he turned back to Ethan, who didn't look affected by the outburst, "we're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again."

"You don't know what we owe them," Ethan shook his head, "especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't Alphas."

"What were you," the girl of the group broke her silence and asked, even though she had a good idea as to what they were.

The Alpha's eyes moved to hers, "Omegas. In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoat. The last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack."

"So you and your brother were, like, the bitches are the pack?"

"Something like that."

"What happened?"

"They were killers," the Alpha answered Scott, letting out a shaky breath, "I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them."

"Why didn't you guys just fight back," Stiles glanced at the blonde as he asked, "form Voltron Wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses?"

"We couldn't, we didn't know how to control it back then."

"Deucalion taught you."

"And then, we fought," Ethan told heatedly, "we took down the whole pack, one-by-one. And by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life. And we tore him apart. Literally."

Scott furrowed his brow, "what about your Emissary," he watched Ethan shake his head slightly, "they're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"

"All of them except for Deucalion."

"You mean Morrell," Stiles questioned.

Before Ethan could respond, he winced at a pain in his chest, clutching the 'wound' with a clenched hand.

"What? What's wrong," Scott asked rapidly, glancing at his friends, "are you hurt?"

"Not me. My brother."

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"You okay," Odessa softly asked Cora, watching the girl wipe the blood from her forehead. The three friends and Ethan got to the locker room just in time as Aiden was about to literally kill the Hale.

"She doesn't look okay."

Cora gave the strawberry blonde a pointed glance, "I'll heal," she pulled away from the sink only to stumble, causing the boys to keep her up right, "I said I'm fine."

"Do you realize how suicidally crazy that was," Stiles narrowed his eyes, "what were you thinking going after them?"

"I did it for Boyd," the blonde looked down at the mention of the late boy. Her friends might not agree with her, but she understood why Cora did it. Odessa would do the same for her friends in a heartbeat, "none of you were doing anything."

"We're trying."

"And you're failing," the Hale scoffed, "you're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed. But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies."

The four watched her leave, slightly affected by her words.

"She's definitely a Hale," Stiles muttered, shifting his stance, "I'll make sure she gets home."

Odessa bit her lip as she watched the boy leave the room. Making the last second decision, she ventured out of the room before she changed her mind. Soon, she laid eyes on his retreating figure, "Stiles," she called, causing the boy to turn around, "can I come with you?"

The blonde could've sworn she saw his features soften ever so slightly before he answered, "yeah, Odie. Let's go."

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The ride to the Stilinski residence was a tense and awkward one. While Odessa sat in the passenger seat next to Stiles, she couldn't help the eyes that burned a hole in her head from the back seat. The Stone didn't know why, but didn't acknowledge it, staring out the window of the Jeep.

The silence was interrupted by the boy's phone ringing. Odessa picked up his phone and answered it so he wouldn't be on the phone and driving and held his phone for him as Allison spoke. The Argent warned Stiles about the next trio of sacrifices having to do with law enforcement. She basically told him to tell his Dad everything. Odessa knew he would have to tell his Dad eventually, but she knew Stiles still thought it was too soon.

As soon as they hung up, the blonde watched the boy, who was nervously fidgeting with his hand on the wheel, "Stiles—"

"I'm gonna tell him, Odie," the Stilinski announced, glancing at her, "and I'm gonna need your help. Both of you."

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Odessa glanced around Stiles' room in waiting as her eyes went from the different posters, to the boys' Father, and to the boy himself, who was pacing frantically. She could tell he was nervous and offered to calm him, but he declined without an explanation.

"Yes, okay," Stiles muttered before turning to his Dad. He got ready to start but chickened out, "no, oh—"

"Stiles."

"Dad, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just—I'm trying to—I'm just trying to figure out how to start here."

"Hey, I don't have this kind of time," the Sheriff told his son.

Odessa raised her brow at the exhale from next to Cora as Stiles inhaled shakily, "um, for the last year, you've had all these cases that you couldn't figure out, right? I mean, all the murders involving Kate Argent, and then Matt killing all the people who had drowned him, and all these murders right now. It's like—it's like you've been playing a losing game."

"Stiles," his Dad interrupted, unamused, "the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own son."

Stiles sighed, "I know," he caught sight of a chess board on his drawer, "okay, see, but that's—that's just it, Dad. The—the reason that you're losing the game is 'cause you've never been able to see the whole board. I need to show you the whole board."

Soon, the chess board was set and filled with names and supernatural creatures relating to colors. Odessa couldn't help but glance at her own name once and a while as it was next Derek's on the board. She also didn't miss the glances thrown her way from Sheriff Stilinski when her name was presented to him.

"Scott, Derek and Odessa are werewolves?"

"Yes," Stiles sighed deeply, seemingly relieved that his Father was finally in the know.

"And Kate Argent was a werewolf?"

"Hunter. That's—purple's hunter."

Cora interjected from next to the blonde from the boy's bed, "along with Allison and her Father."

"Yeah," Sheriff nodded. Odessa could start to tell he wasn't buying any of this at all, "and—and my friend Deaton, the Veterinarian, is a Kanima?"

"No, no, no, no, no, he's a Druid, okay," Stiles glanced at the two girls, "well, we think."

"So who's the Kanima?"

"Jackson."

"No, Jackson's a werewolf."

"Jackson was the Kanima first, and then Peter and Derek killed him and he came back to life as a werewolf. Now, he's in London."

Wow, Odessa thought, I really did miss a lot before I came to town.

Stilinski blinked, before asking, "who's the da-rack?"

"It's da-rock."

"We don't know yet," the Stone chimed in gently, causing the boy to point at her and softly repeat her words.

"But he was killed by werewolves?"

"Slashed up and left for dead."

Odessa spoke again, "we think," causing the boy to repeat what he did only a moment ago.

Sheriff let out a heavy sigh, leaving back in his seat, "why was Jackson the Kanima?"

"'Cause sometimes, the shape that you take reflects the person that you are."

"And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier-by-the-second Father take?"

"Uh, that would be more of an expression," Stiles muttered, meeting his Father's eyes, "like the one you're currently wearing."

"Yeah."

Watching his Dad get up from his seat, Stiles frantically spoke, "Dad—Dad, would you—I can prove it, okay," he glanced at the two girls, "they're both werewolves."

"Stiles, Stiles," Stilinski raised his voice, "that's enough."

"Dad, can you please just hold on," seeing his Father stop at the doorway, he turned to the two girls, "you guys ready?"

Odessa nodded from her seat before getting up, ready to release her claws, something she had basically mastered. Before she could do anything, Cora collapsed from next to her. The Stone instantly dropped next to the girl in concern as her and Stiles locked eyes. Stilinski cupped the Hale's face before turning to his son.

"Call an ambulance."

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After making sure Cora was settled in her room at Beacon Hills Memorial, Odessa received a text from Lydia telling her the strawberry blonde would be picking her up to go to the recital. She was hesitant to leave Stiles at the hospital, but he reassured her he would be there soon and that he had to speak to his Dad anyway. After letting Lydia know where she was, the two made it to the school in due time and waited for the recital to start.

Odessa could tell something was wrong with Lydia as soon as she got into the car with her. The strawberry blonde was tense, her knuckles white as she clenched the steering wheel.

The blonde pursed her lips, "wanna tell me what's on your mind?"

"Why would you think there's something on my mind?"

"Because you told me you weren't going to the recital, then texted me and told me you're picking me up to go to the recital."

At her friend's blunt response, Lydia glanced away from the road and to her for a moment, "I was thinking to stop avoiding the feelings I get and try to help. Maybe finding the bodies before something bad happens to them instead of finding them dead. Being... too late."

"Lyds," the Stone sighed, feeling bad for her friend, "we don't even know what you are yet. Don't blame yourself for something that is out of your control. Just know... if you have a feeling, you can come to me. I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you."

Stopping at a red light, the Martin didn't give a response, only holding out her hand for her friend to take. Odessa took it with no hesitation and passed on calming energy through their locked hands. The car ride was left in silence for the rest of the drive.

Making their way to the auditorium, Lydia paused, seeing a text from Aiden on her phone. The blonde glanced over her friend's shoulder, reading the text.

Need to see you right now
Life or death!

"It better be," Lydia sighed, walking away from the doors of the auditorium. Odessa didn't hesitate to follow her. Coming into another part of the school, the girls found a classroom door wide open. Stepping into the doorway, the girls glanced around warily, only to see the room completely void of anyone else but themselves. Or so they thought.

"You recognize it, don't you?"

Odessa instantly put Lydia behind her, blocking her from Ms. Blake, who stepped out from the shadows. Before the blonde could do anything, she was bombarded by a mist of wolfsbane and hit over the head, knocking her to the ground, unconscious.

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"Lydia?"

"Lydia!"

Stiles and Scott looked around in a panic for their friend as they observed she had been missing for a while. Using his vision, Scott looked around for any sign of her, only to come across someone lying in the grass by the cafeteria window.

"Anything?"

"Actually," the Beta muttered, "yeah," and began running toward the body, his best friend following close behind. Coming closer and closer, the two boys finally had a good look as to who was on the ground.

"Oh, my God," Stiles gasped, kneeling down next to Odessa's body, Scott coming to her other side. The Stilinski cupped her cheek, "Odie? Odessa, wake up. Wake up!"

The Stone came to with the feeling of people around her and her head pounding. She felt something wet drip from her hair to her forehead, only guessing it was blood. Blurringly glancing at the two boys, her mind finally caught up to her, recollecting the events that led her there in the first place, "Lydia."

Helping the girl to her feet and making sure she was steady, Scott frantically asked, "Lydia? You've seen her?"

"I came here with her," the girl told them, glancing between the two boys, "she got this text from Aiden and... Ms. Blake. Ms. Blake is the Darach! She knocked me out and must have dumped me out here. She probably still has Lydia in the classroom," she didn't hesitate to start running toward the building's entrance, "come on!"

Before they reached the doors, an ear splitting shriek erupted in the air. Odessa clenched her hands over her ears, dropping her head. After a few moments, the scream stopped. Breathing heavily, the girl exchanged glances with the boys before continuing on their way to Lydia.

While Scott went through the front of the classroom, Odessa and Stiles took the side. When the two got there, they saw Scott on the ground, Lydia bound to a chair and the Sheriff kneeling on the ground with a gun in front of him. Hearing them come to the door, Ms. Blake quickly blocked the door, slamming it shut.

Hearing Stiles' dad grunt in pain, Odessa started to try to break the door down. However, with the wolfsbane still present in her system, the task was harder than it would normally be. She could hear Stiles' labored, nervous breathing behind her, and used that to push harder and harder on the door. By the time Odessa succeeded in getting the door to open, the sound of glass shattering could be heard. The blonde let Stiles run past her as she gasped at the scene. The windows of the classroom were broken, and Sheriff Stilinski and Ms. Blake were nowhere to be found.

"Dad?"

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yes i updated
sorry it took so long lole
things are finally starting
to speed up!!
don't be a ghost reader!