So since yesterday's revelation the boys and I had spent most of the time throwing out idea about it. The majority coming from comic books or horror stories. I told them what Derek had revealed to me and they were shocked but nodded in understanding. Stiles and I planned on spending lots of the next night researching while Scott was out on his date.

Eventually I had been able to forget it when Jackson and I began watching our favorite movies.

So today I had been forced to spend the early evening with Allison and Lydia. Yes, I was literally shitting breaks the entire ride over to the Argents after my latest revelation. All I know is if any Argent comes near me with something pointy someone's ending up in the hospital.

"Mmhh... pass," Lydia mumbles for what seems like the 10th time since we've been here, Allison sighs and turns back around in search of another shirt from her outfits.

Lydia stands up and moves Allison out of the way, browsing through the brunettes endless supply of shirts," pass... pass... ugh pass on all of it! God Allison your taste is dwindling by the second!"

"Maybe we all don't spend half our lives at Macy's Lydia," I mumble from my spot on Allison's comfortable bed.

Lydia shushes me and turns back to the closet, I hear hangers moving every so often until she stops and walks over to me. It's a black sparkly top that looks adorable, when I nod and smile Lydia looks back at Allison," this!"

Allison looks relieved to be done with this search and grips the top in her hands, happily placing the top over her torso in the mirror.

"It's cute Allison, you guys are really going to have a nice night!" I comment to my excited friend.

"Are you really sure you don't want to go? You don't need a date! Just hang out with all of us" She turns around and asks me.

I shake my head," no it's okay, besides I'm introducing Stiles to the world of the Walking Dead and I'd rather not pass on that!"

Lydia whips around," so are you sure-"

"Lydia I swear to god if you're going to say something about Stiles and I one more time I will take a picture of you drooling in your sleep!" I threaten.

"Awe come on! He did get to grab your ass yesterday! Maybe it's a sign," she spills something I had told her on the way here and Allison's eyes pop open.

"Okay first; Stiles and I will never be together so no to the date, and second of all it was an accident bitch!" I flip her off but laugh. Lydia sure knows how to make a statement.

The door opens and in walks Mr. Argent, I yelp a little but it barely comes out as he hasn't even noticed my deer in headlights look cause he's pulling on a green jacket. Where is creepy Argent going?

Allison looks up startled at her dad and states," dad, hello?"

He notices his mistake, and points back at the door," right! I'm sorry, I completely forgot to knock!"

Lydia falls on the bed, laying down and smiling at the unknown hunter in the room," hey Mr. Argent!"

I bite my tongue from saying anything cruel and smile at him," good afternoon Mr. Argent."

He nods at both of us, acknowledging us and smiling. I have to admit even for a crazed werewolf killer who could potentially end my life he was still pretty hot, even for a father.

Great, first I think the crazed Alpha with green eyes is cute now the older hunter is hot to me, I really need to rethink my taste in men.

Allison awkwardly asks her father," dad, you need something?"

"I wanted to tell you you'll be staying in tonight," he informs his daughter.

Allison huffs," what? I'm going out with my friends tonight!"

He shakes his head," not when there's some animal out there that's attacking people!"

"Dad that's un-" she tries to defend.

Mr. Argent isn't having it though and cuts her off," hey this is out of my hands! There's a curfew and no ones aloud to be out past 9:30 pm. No more arguing! "

Allison rolls her eyes sarcastically, and throws the top on the bed roughly just as her father walks out.

When he's a good distance away from her room both Lydia and I turn to gaze at the furious curly brunette.

Lydia stands," hmm... someone's daddy's little girl."

Allison looks at the door, contemplating for a moment before shaking her head," sometimes, but not tonight."

She proceeds to throw on a purple beanie and open her window. I stand from the bed and go over," Allison what in the hell do you think you're doing?"

She smirks," just watch."

Lydia comes over, both of us looking confused out of our mind. Does Allison think she's going to fly out of her window or...?

She takes a step out of her window and effortlessly walks on her window, carefully avoiding making a lot of noise.

Lydia and I stick our heads out of the window, and the strawberry blonde asks just as she's stepped towards the edge," what are you doing?"

Allison jumps, doing a flip onto the ground and landing perfectly, then whispers up, " 8 years of gymnastics!"

"I want to try!" I quietly yell and push out the window following her steps.

"Imelda don't- "Lydia tries to stop me but I've already taken the jump.

It's felt so easy, I wouldn't have been able to do this before but now that I'm a werewolf it's like swimming.

When I've landed next to Allison she smiles at me and asks," you did gymnastics too?"

I shake my head and look up at Lydia in disbelief," nope, Spider-Man taught me."

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"Let's do this Stilinski! There's about to be sweat, anxiousness, and excitement all in one room! And not in the way you think!" I announced to him as I pushed him inside my house, grappling his flannel between my small fingers.

"Woah! Woah! Hey! Easy okay! Watch that Dea strength!" He yells after he's tripped from my strength.

I lift my hands up in surrender," sorry! Sorry!"

He smirks and walks further into the house, admiring the vastness" holy crap! Can I move in with you!"

I laugh," come on I'll show you around later for now we are watching the walking dead."

He whips his head around, hazel eyes analyzing me," I thought we were going to do research on a Dea!"

I sigh at his words, I was hoping he would just go along with my plan and not ask questions but apparently that's not Stiles so I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the nearest wall," honestly I'm so over everything to do with a Dea all I want is to forget about it for awhile!"

"You sure you're okay?" He asks me.

I nod and smile," yeah I will be if you give me a piggy back ride!"

He nods and turns so I can jump on his back, with a slight huff I jump upwards to reach the torso of this giant. I latch my arms around his back at the time Stiles reaches for my thighs.

"Onward mighty stead! To the kitchen!" I declare and Stiles laughs but walks on.

He walks into the kitchen, setting me down on one of the countertops and looking around.

"Holy crap," he mumbles," this place is so nice!"

I smile cheesy at him," this is your concession stand, grab everything you're going to want. There's every type of drink; alcoholic or non, food, candy, anything you want it's here somewhere. The kitchen was just restocked so there shouldn't be a shortage."

Stiles looks at me like a 5 year old with an unlimited gift card to Toys R Us," Really!"

I nod," just tell me what you want so I can help you find it."

"Have I mentioned I love you!" He says and hugs me quickly before running back over to the open fridge," you have pasta!"

Stiles brightens my day so much.

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"NO WE ARE NOT SKIPPING FORWARD TO MERYLS DEATH! YOU CANT JUST SKIP THROUGH SEASONS CAUSE YOU WANT TO SEE SOMEONE DIE STILINKSI!" I scream at Stiles, throwing popcorn at him.

"BUT HES AN ASSHOLE!" He yells right back, laughing and throwing m&ms at me.

"IT DOESNT MATTER I REFUSE TO WATCH DARYL CRY ONCE MORE!" I deny him.

He stands and groans," okay! okay! Can I at least get a bathroom break! I feel like my bladders about to explode."

"Considering we are halfway through season 1 I guess okay," I answer him and Stiles is quick to run out of the mini theatre," left hallway! Last door on your right!"

He doesn't answer but just runs faster and I laugh, stuffing my face with popcorn while glancing at my phone to see a text from Allison.

Lydia is really good at bowling! She sucked so bad in the beginning though!
-Allison

I smirk at the text and just as I'm about to reply my fingers pause over the illuminated keyboard when I hear a strange thud occur from the other side.

"Stiles?" I say loudly and when there's no answer I stand up. Dusting away the popcorn and chocolate residue from my black leggings.

Oh god, have I turned into that stupid bimbo who goes into the hallway when everyone in the audience is screaming to stay back. Wait, I'm not the bimbo because I have claws! They should be afraid of me!

I push open the doors, the hallway empty as I step out and hear for anything. I do end up noticing a small noise unfortunately it's Stiles sleeping body thrown into the middle hallway.

"Stiles!" I scream and run towards him, dropping onto the ground and checking him over. There's a faint pink mark across his cheek, but he's breathing. Sleeping but breathing.

Taking a deep breath I look up at Derek," why! What the fuck Derek!"

Like usual he stands there, thick arms over that broad chest of his and frown set on his face while his green eyes burn with intensity.

"You're coming with me and he," morning towards an unconscious Stiles," wouldn't have let that happen."

"What!" I yell angrily," no! I'm not leaving him here! You could have hurt him asshole!"

I look back down at Stiles and begin to tap on his face lightly, murmuring softly," Stiles! Hey! Stiles please wake up!"

Derek huffs loudly, moving forward," he'll be fine! Let's go!"

Just as I'm about to protest and tell him to fuck off once more he lifts me up and over his shoulder like a rag doll. Okay seriously, every werewolf needs to stop lifting me up like this.

"Hey! Put me down! I can't leave him alone!" I yell, kicking against him.

"He'll be fine," he repeats roughly, chest rumbling against me legs.

"Derek! Seriously! Stop!" I yell but he doesn't listen and instead walks outside where the cold night air hits my bare arms.

"Shut up!" He hisses.

I growl at him," don't tell me what to do or fuck! Don't make me do something I don't want to!"

I growl at him, but say no more. I may as well just get this over with, he might even give me more information. There goes my quiet night.

He opens a door and pushes me into the backseats of his car, cold black leather of the seats slapping against my skin. Derek watches me for a moment, looking to see if I'll bolt but then shuts the door and goes towards the drivers seat.

I sit up and poke my head inbetween the seats," why am I sitting in the back! And holy crap who broke your window!"

He begins to back out as he answers," I don't want anyone to see you with me, it could be dangerous for you and who do you think?"

The Argents, wow what assholes. They've destroyed such a beautiful car!

"Don't you think that if it was dangerous for me to be seen with you it would be better if I was gee... I don't know... LEFT ME ALONE IN MY HOUSE!" I snap at the driver.

He doesn't say anything, continuing driving while I lean against the back. The only sound behind us is the him of the cars engine. I keep fidgeting, the cold air hitting my torso and arms due to my thin shirt.

I shuffle for the 5th time and Derek finally sighs," what's wrong with you?"

I look at him, his green eyes analyzing me through the rearview window," what do you think dumbass? I'm cold and your seats are freezing, plus it doesn't help that the window is permanently open.

"Sorry," he simply says and goes back to looking at the road.

"Where are you even taking me?" I sigh.

He doesn't say anything, simply making a right turn until we are pulling into the Beacon Hills Hospital.

My eyes scan the giant hospital, it looks even more taunting now as we are there.

Derek shuts the car off and gets out, I go to open the door when he blocks my exit.

"What are you doing?" I question him.

"You're staying in here, I'll be back in a little," he orders me.

"So you knock my friend unconscious and kidnap me from my home all for me to sit in your car like an unattended toddler!" I yell at him," I don't even have a jacket and it's freezing!"

Derek rolls his eyes, annoyed. He goes to shut the car door before pausing and throwing me his leather jacket.

That hits me in the face.

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So I've been sitting in the backseat of Derek's mustang, practically cringing away every time someone passed by the open window and cuddling with his leather jacket. Dear god this thing smells incredible and it's so warm! Who knew Derek Hale was this warm! I thought him and his heart were ice cold!

Anyways, for the last 10 minutes I sat here, watching the front doors Derek had dodged and instead went through another unknown route. I was hoping he would walk through the front doors but knowing him he wouldn't do that cause it could ruin the bad boy image he's got going on. So yeah, the large jacket managed to cover my legs if I pulled them to my chest and oddly his smell was comforting so I just laid against the locked door and waited for him to appear.

"We have to go," Derek mumbles, coming up from begins the car and opening the front door.

"Jesus!" I jump, the jacket falling from its tight spot on me," where do you even come from!"

He's quick to turn the car on and drive away, leaving the chaos behind us.

"So where to now?" I ask him curiously.

"Sit back and put your seatbelt on Imelda," he only says to me.

I sigh but do so and then place the jacket over my legs," Derek what's going on?"

"He died," he lowly states.

"Wait, you went to see Garrison Meyers! And he... he died!" I say baffled.

He nods," yes he knew who I was and just mumbled I'm sorry!"

"Wow," I manage to whisper and lean my head backwards.

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We drive around for awhile, neither of us saying anything. I think we both needed time to soak in what had happened. Scott had said that it was Derek who was at fault for his death but why did Derek look affected by it? I sincerely don't believe it was Derek but I can't tell the boys that. All of this, I had a feeling there was someone else playing a major part in it.

Derek stops the car then, bright lights hitting my face all the way in the back until I've managed to block it and notice where we are.

Scotts house?

And Stiles was here too, what's going on?

"Go, be with them. Try to keep Scott calm, he's gonna try something crazy if you're not there," Derek states and hits the button to unlock the doors.

Handing Derek back his black jacket I open the door slowly mumbling," why did I have to come with you?"

He looks me dead in the eyes, green emeralds impossible to read before nodding at Scotts house," go, jump into Scotts window."

I nod and run across the yard quietly, Derek watching me until I've found Scotts window and taking the leap.

His rumbling car drives away.

"Imelda!" Stiles says surprised before pulling me into the rest of the window.

My body bounces a couple time against Scotts soft bed before I manage to get off.

"What happened!" Stiles yells, inspecting me to see any signs of injuries. I do the same with him, checking the faint pink bruise on his cheek.

"Oh you know, Derek took me with him on the ride to the hospital and then drove around until he brought me here," I answer causally avoiding Meyers death.

"Are you okay?" Scott asks me.

I nod and move towards his closet," other then being cold, yeah I'm fine. By the way I'm
Borrowing a sweater."

He nods while I search through his closet until a burgundy lacrosse hoodie surfaces.

"Scott," Stiles mumbles to catch his best friends attention.

Scott looks at him," what's going on?"

"Listen man," Stiles says and I can tell he's about to tell him of the recent death so I just place my attention on putting the hoodie on, while listening in," my dad called me and said he was leaving for the hospital 15 minutes ago, it's the bus driver, they said he succumbed to his wounds."

I quickly put the hoodie on and move to sit next to Stiles, pushing dark hair out of my face.

"Succumbed?" Scott asks, still not understanding.

"Scott... he's dead," Stiles explains, looking away.

"I'm so sorry," I whisper to Scott and reach over to pull him a hug. His floppy hair dropping onto my shoulder and Stiles putting a hand on his friends shoulder.

Scott stays quiet for awhile, just laying against my shoulders and not moving. Stiles also doesn't say anything, glancing at me every so often.

"Derek..." Scott starts to mumble, pulling away then.

"Scott what are you saying?" Stiles questions.

"It was Derek, he killed him!" He says angrily," and now I'm killing him."

"Scott no listen," I try to say but he doesn't even listen instead running onto his bed and leaping out the window.

"Shit," I say quietly," Stiles you know what to do."

And I follow, hoping out the window and running after the furious wolf until I'm right beside him.

Well at least I have a sweater now.

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Scott rips the burnt red door open before going straight in and yelling," Derek! I know you're here! I know what you did!"

I step in behind him, quietly.

Derek calm voice once again comes from the entire house eerily," I didn't do anything."

Scott doesn't believe him at all, walking forward so he's going up the stairs and continuously yelling," you killed him!"

"He died," Derek states. I follow Scott up the stairs, cautious of what going to happen next.

"Like your sister died?" Scott taunts.

"My sister was missing," Derek answers," I came here looking for her!"

"You found her!" Scott adds.

"I found her in pieces," Derek finally seems to snap from his cool demeanor," being used as bait to catch me!"

"I think you killed them both," Scott pushes," and I'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the sheriff."

I'm practically ripping my bottom lip off, anxiously worried as we reach the second level to the house. Derek comes from behind and grabs at Scott yanking him before throwing him down the stairs roughly.

"Hey!" I growl at him, ready to slash him but he's already 2 steps ahead. With a firm grip on the hood of Scott's sweater he flings me back, sending me flying, far away from him and Scott.

"Leave her alone!" Scott growls animal like.

I cough, poking around to see I've broken through walls and landed on some pretty tough pieces of steel and wood.

From downstairs Scott throws Derek through a wall, while I try to recuperate from being thrown like a football.

Scott didn't throw Derek nearly as strong as I was cause I hear the other werewolf growl quickly and the fight once again commences. As fast as possible I pull away the pieces of heavy wood over me, growling in anger.

Damn you Derek Hale, I hope Scott kicks your ass.

I run downstairs and to my disappointment Scotts getting his ass kicked; quite literally, not even lying about this one Derek just drop kicked him. Scott doesn't give up though and keeps going at it to no avail, getting thrown right back.

I've had it, Derek just through me into a fucking wall really hard and these two don't seem to be ending any time soon.

"Can't we get along," I huff and walk forward just as their about to clash once more, Scott goes high into the air but I manage to get right between and push him straight into the chest so he flys right into a wall. Derek was just about to punch him out of the air when I grip his hand and flip him so he's lying face down on the ground, my foot holding him down by the throat," game over boys."

Don't even ask me how I did that cause I don't even know but it was majorly bad ass of me.

They stop fighting, both going back to their human faces. Scott comes out of the debris and I notice he's got scratches across his chest, but I didn't do that to him.

I let go of Derek's hand and take my foot off his throat so he can stand up, once he does we both stare at a groaning Scott who's leaning against some couch. I walk towards him, keeping an eye on Derek

"I didn't kill him!" Derek yells at the both of us," neither of us did! It's not your fault and it's not mine!"

Scotts stubborn as hell," this! This is all your fault! You ruined our life!"

Derek begins revolving around us,"no I didn't!"

"You're the one who bit us!" Scott continues to say.

"No I'm not!" Derek states.

It finally starts to dawn on Scott who looks at me and then asks," what?"

"I'm not the one that bit both of you!" He looks at both of us.

Scott looks at me, mentally asking if I believe when I don't say anything he looks down at the blood on him. Scott slightly jumps in place, and stares off.

When he gasps and begins to sway I grab at him," woah Scott are you okay?"

"There's another." He states what I've already known.

Derek nods and explains to him," it's called an alpha, aside from Imelda it's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I we are betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal then either of us Scott. My sister came her looking for it, now I'm trying to find it but I don't think I can do it without the both of you."

Scotts lost for words while I manage to ask," why us?"

"Because he's the one that bit both of you, Scotts part of his pack and you were suppose to be too Imelda. Now since Scotts his only beta it's you Scott. You're the one he wants," Derek says directly to Scott.

As I've stated before what a terrible twist.

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Excited as hell for the next episode cause you guys get to known Imelda personally