Apparently, when Malia left the library last night she did some investigating. She was extremely curious about the "men in masks" that I had been talking about and she wanted to get some answers on them. So, she went to Tracy's house to see if she could find anything useful like a picture that she had drawn or a diary entry about them. There was a book sitting on her dresser called The Dread Doctors and the image on the front cover was of the three scientists that I had seen. You can imagine my surprise. 

So, we all have to read this book to get some answers. Kira made some copies of it in the library earlier today and we each have our own version to read. During everyone's time of investigating the book, they found a name that was all too familiar. 

Dr. Gabriel Valack.

In all honesty, I never thought I would have to speak to him again... but now this clue pretty much means that we have to go and have a meeting with him. I haven't been to Eichen since Deaton took me there a few months ago to get some information about Derek and Kate. Valack had been extremely confident that I was being consumed by darkness and I was going to turn into something evil. 

I don't want to go and see him. I don't want to go back to Eichen house. I want to stay as far away from that nightmare asylum as possible. Nothing good ever happens there and I'm not putting myself in front of that psycho again. Valack is a wackjob and I don't need him getting into my head again, he already has me second guessing everything I do and making sure that I try to stay on the light side. 

So, I told Stiles that I wanted to sit out of this plan. Malia didn't want any part of it either. We both know that nothing good comes of that place and I'm trying my best to avoid it at all costs. Especially, if it means that I have to go and speak to Valack again. 

Which is why Malia and I are currently sitting in the library, attempting to read the copy of the book that Kira had made us. Scott, Kira, Stiles and Lydia were all going to Eichen tonight. I feel slightly uncomfortable with them all going there, but they wouldn't let me talk them out of it so I don't really have much else of a choice... plus, the building is made of mountain ash and I can't pass through that. Deaton and I discovered that I was able to cross over it in the past because I had been a "chimera" at the time, and because I had been created I wasn't technically supernatural enough and I could cross the mountain ash. Now, I'm back to just being an Admonere so I can't cross it.

My eyes were scanning over the words on the pages, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn't focus on anything that I was reading and in order for me to make myself useful I would have to read this book. Malia had a yellow highliter in her hand as she went over things that she felt were important. I sighed and glanced at her, "I can't focus." 

"Well, try harder." she dead-panned, chewing on the top of the highliter and not bothering to glance at me. 

I huffed and attempted to continue reading, but a pile of books was placed on top of my pages and I glanced up in confusion to see who the disruption was. I groaned when I met eyes with Theo, who was smirking at me. He pulled up a chair and glanced between Malia and myself, "Page turner?"

Malia decided to look up from her pages and she narrowed her eyes at him, "Not exactly." 

"Neither is this," Theo responded as he held up his pre-calc book. 

I rolled my eyes, "And you're bothering us with this because?" 

"You need to lighten up," he chuckled as he flipped open his book. 

My jaw dropped as I looked to Malia, who was smiling faintly at him before she went back to reading. Oh you have got to be freaking kidding me. Is this seriously happening right now? I don't have the time nor the patience to deal with Theo's bullshit on top of everything else that we are dealing with. Apparently, my brother decided to let him in on the plan of trying to uncover The Dread Doctors and I'm not exactly sure why. He knows how Stiles and I feel about him yet he still continues to let him into our circle. 

I'll be damned if I let that bitch ruin everything.

"Well, I'm leaving. Malia, let's go." I stated through gritted teeth as I snatched my copy of the book from underneath Theo's belonging's. 

Malia blinked rapidly, "I'm not ready to go home yet." 

"You aren't seriously going to sit here with him, are you?" I seethed, nodding my head in the direction of Theo in annoyance. 

He cleared his throat, "I don't know why you hate me so much--" 

"Because," I cut him off hastily, "I can see through your bullshit!"

"Kasey!" Malia hissed in disdain, acting as if I was a child who spoke out against another adult. 

My eyes widened considerably, "You aren't seriously buying into his crap are you?" 

"I'm just trying to help and make friends," Theo spoke softly, I wanted to smack the shit out of him because he was obviously guilt tripping Malia. I swear to God if she falls for his tricks I'm going to lose my mind. He's not even that good of an actor, you can tell that he's acting sketchy. Nobody is that nice and nobody is that perfect. He's lying his damn ass off. 

Malia narrowed her eyes at me, "Maybe you should go." 

"Are you kidding me? I'm your ride home." I scoffed as I glanced between her and Theo. He had that annoying ass smirk in place on his face and I wanted to smack it off of him. 

She nodded, "You made your point, now leave before you say something you're gonna regret. Theo can take me home."

"Good luck with that." I snapped as I grabbed my bag off the floor and stormed away from their table. I could hear Theo whistling lowly and I wanted to launch my bag at his head. 

Why are Stiles and I the only two people that can see that Theo is a liar? He doesn't want to make friends and he doesn't want to help. He wants to infiltrate us and pick us off one by one and he's succeeding. Not only is Scott including him in our plans now, but Malia wants to sit with him in her free time in the damn library? What is happening to us? 

One of these days I'm going to kick his ass, I swear.

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

"Yeah, we just got to Eichen." Stiles said to me over the phone. 

I sighed and flopped down on my bed, "Okay, please be careful." 

"We will be, what are you doing?" he asked, and I could hear Scott and Kira speaking in the background of his call. 

My eyes glanced at the stack of papers beside me on the bed, "I'm attempting to read this damn book, but it's not all that interesting if I'm being honest." 

"I'm sure it's a real page turner... hey, I gotta go they're letting us in. I'll call you when I'm done, alright?" he said in a rushed tone. 

I sighed, "Yeah, good luck. I love you." 

"I love you more, bye." 

The call ended and I dropped my phone onto my bed. I have no desire to read this damn book but I have to because we need answers and I'm pretty sure that the answers I need are in here somewhere it's just a matter of reading between the lines enough to find them. The book is Volume I and apparently there is no Volume II. Malia thinks that we are living Volume II and I don't disagree with her. 

I'm still aggravated that she wanted to sit with Theo. She even had the audacity to text me and say that Theo actually was taking her home. I didn't give a shit who was taking her home, her bitch ass should have walked for how she behaved. She is supposed to be one of my best friends yet she is willing to argue with me because of freaking Theo. How does that even happen?

The book was honestly not interesting me at all at the moment, so I decided to step away from it for a little bit so I could maybe build up the will to read it again at some point. I'm distracted. I have a million and one things going through my head at the moment and they're making it hard for me to focus on anything. I'm worried the most about Stiles. I came to the conclusion that we shouldn't tell Scott about Donovan just yet. He's already pissed at me and if we tell him about Stiles, then he'll push us both away. 

I don't want him to push everyone away. 

Stiles told me that after he called the police and they came to check the school, they said they didn't find anything and they ruled his call as a prank call. When he ran inside to check for the body, the entire scene was cleaned up and Donovan was gone. How someone had managed to clean it up that quickly, I'm not sure... but whoever it is they took two more bodies. Three dead chimera's are missing. 

I stood from my bed and walked into my bathroom, deciding to take a shower to help get my mind off of things. I doubt it will work but maybe it can distract me enough to where I can focus on the book later. Just as I was about to turn on the water, our doorbell rang. 

Who the hell is at my house right now? 

I let out a huff and made my way down the stairs at a decent pace, when I arrived at the front door and pulled it open I was met with nothing. There wasn't anyone there. I stuck my head through the doorway and glanced around to see if maybe I had been a victim of the classic ding dong ditch game, but I didn't see any kids running around laughing. 

"Stupid," I breathed out in annoyance as I slammed my door shut and twisted the lock. I was sure that it wasn't a coincidence that this had happened. Hell, I probably made it up in my head if I'm being honest. I have the hardest time being able to tell what's real and what's not real these days. 

The house phone began to ring and I narrowed my eyes as I glared at it. If I'm getting prank called I'm done with the human race. I snatched the receiver up and pressed it to my ear, "Hello?" 

Hissing and static echoed through the line and the sound made my skin crawl. I swallowed thickly, "Who is this?" 

"The dead girl," a female spoke and I recognized it to be Tracy Stewart's voice. 

How in the holy hell is she on the phone? This is a damn trick. I'm having a nightmare or something because this can't be real. I know this isn't real. 

Was I supposed to respond and say to her that I know this isn't actually happening or should I just hang up and pray that the phone doesn't ring a second time? I was contemplating option two when she began to speak again, "Don't you remember?"

I didn't want to answer her. I knew where this was going and I didn't want to go there. I want to hang up the phone and run upstairs and hide. I want to call Stiles and tell him to come home and sit with me because I'm scared to be alone right now. I don't want this to be happening. 

"Check your journal," she said and then the light went dead and I was listening to a dial tone.

I hesitantly placed the phone back in it's place on the machine and glanced at the staircase wearily. What if this is just a trick to get me to go upstairs so I can have a really bad hallucination and possibly hurt myself or somebody else. I don't want to play this game anymore, I know how it ends and I don't like it. If she is referring to my dream journal, it's going to be empty. I haven't written anything in it for days... unless maybe I did.

That thought sent me running up the stairs hastily, sliding into my bedroom and nearly falling over. I fell to my knees beside my bed and pulled the journal out of it's hiding spot. I flipped through the pages and it landed on the page where I had written the letter D. I flipped it over and it was blank. I turned the page again and there was a four letter sentence written directly in the middle of the page in my handwriting.

I didn't kill her.

Without hesitation I turned the page again, and there was two words scribbled onto the page so messily I almost couldn't read it. I squinted my eyes and gasped when I realized what it had said, Condition Terminal.

I dropped the book to the floor and stood up quickly. I don't like this. I began to search my bed frantically for my cell phone so I could call Stiles, but for some reason it was gone. The book about The Dread Doctors was gone, too. I ran my hands over my face repeatedly, "Wake up, Kasey." 

This has to be a nightmare. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading and now I'm having a bad dream because this isn't real I know for a fact that this isn't real. 

"It's getting harder to fight, isn't it?" 

I jumped as I heard his voice. The voice that I never wanted to hear ever again. The voice that has been ringing in the back of my mind ever since I first heard it. The voice that makes me question everything about myself. 

The voice of Gabriel Valack. 

My body turned and I saw him standing in the doorway of my bedroom. He had a white bandage wrapped around the hole that he had drilled into his head, blood was starting to stain it enough to be noticed. I blinked rapidly, "What is this?" 

"This," he said as he gestured around my bedroom, "is your headspace, and for some reason you want me here." 

His statement almost made me laugh, but I was too scared to do it. Why on earth would I want him in my head? I dislike him very much. 

Valack chuckled to himself, "My assumption is that you want answers... your friends are coming to me for them, yet you chose to not come with them. Are you afraid for them to hear what I have to say about you?" 

"No," I said quickly, "I can't get down there anyway. There is too much mountain ash and I'm not a hybrid anymore."

He frowned, "I'm aware, such a disappointment that is. Yet, the answers you seek are still here. You all wish to know more about The Dread Doctors, have you told your friends that you've seen them before? That night at the hospital, you remember seeing their hand on your shoulder, am I correct?" 

"I didn't know that was them at the time," I said honestly. I hadn't realized that it was the hand of The Dread Doctors until after I had seen them when I killed Tracy. No, I haven't mentioned it to anyone because I don't want them to think that I'm either crazy or lying to cover my ass about the Tracy thing.

Valack's lips twitched upwards, "But you know that now?" 

"I made the connection, yes." I answered his brief question. He's not even really here, this isn't real. This probably isn't even the real Valack either. I'm more than likely just talking to a conjured up piece of myself and it's disguising itself as Valack. I hate when this happens. I hate my abilities. 

He glanced around the room, taking in his surroundings. My room was pretty basic, nothing too fancy or unique. My bed had white sheets and a white comforter. My furniture was all a dark cheery wood that matched my bed set nicely. I had a few band posters taped on the wall and a cork board with some pictures pinned to it, but apart from that it was empty. 

"Did you make the connection about them to you, yet?" he asked me curiously. 

I blinked once, "Their connection to me?" 

"Haven't you asked yourself why you saw them when nobody else could? Why they didn't harm you in the basement with Tracy?" he pushed further, making me actually question why I didn't think to look into further before. 

My head was spinning, "I didn't think..." 

The sentence fell short when I realized what was happening. It's what always happens. My abilities have made me a target once again. I'm not sure exactly what they want with me, but obviously something important. 

"That's the problem here, Miss McCall, you aren't thinking." Valack stated with a hint of annoyance to his tone. 

He's right, I'm not thinking. I have so much shit in my head that it's nearly impossible to think about anything. My life and my friend's lives are in danger and I need to figure out who and what these things are but I can't because I killed a girl, Stiles killed a boy, and Scott isn't talking to me. The three of us are always a solid unit and we're starting to fall apart. We aren't working together and because of that nothing is working out for us.

"When you think about them, what do you feel?" he inquired. 

My face contorted into confusion, "What do I feel?" 

"Yes," he said impatiently, "what are you feeling whilst you think of them right now." 

What am I feeling? 

I'm feeling like the answer to everything is on the tip of my tongue but I can't remember it. I feel like I've been in this place before and I know how it's going to end, but I can't do anything to stop it. I feel like a lot of people are going to get hurt and this is only the beginning. I feel like everything is slowly going to start falling into place and people are going to turn against one another and we are going to lose this fight. 

I feel like the game is already over, even though it's yet to start. 

"I've met them before, haven't I?" I asked slowly, coming to a realization. 

He smiled, "The book is working." 

"The book?" I echoed, not knowing where he was going with this. 

Valack gestured to my bed, where the book should have been but it's not, "When you read it, it makes you remember. It draws out the memories you have of them. That's why I wrote it. This has happened before, Kasey... but you probably already knew that." 

I don't know how to explain it, but I do know what he's talking about. There's a familiarity about this situation that feels like deja vu. I've lived this before, or at least I've been in a similar situation before and I know that this isn't the first time that the Dread Doctors have done this. Malia was right-- we are living Volume II. 

"How do I know that?" Fear was lacing my words, and I'm sure anyone would be able to tell how scared I was from the expression on my face. 

He folded his arms over his chest, "The same way that you know half the things you know, because of your power. You and Lydia are so underestimated by your friends... sure you can't fight like a werewolf or a Kitsune, but you two can do so much more... you have the power in your minds. Especially, an Admonere who has yet to discover half of her potential. Are you aware of what you are capable of, Miss McCall?" 

"Apparently, a lot more than I realize." I commented quietly. 

Valack nodded, "I'd love to show you your true potential, but that would require a visit in person." 

"Last time we spoke, you knew hardly anything about me... how do I know that you aren't lying to me about what you know?" I demanded sharply.

He smirked, "I knew more than I let on, just like you know more about things than you let on... like how much harder it's becoming to ward off the dark thoughts in your mind. How killing Tracy actually felt good to you, it made you feel powerful." 

"That's not true," I rushed out in a panic. It was slightly true, but I don't want to admit that out loud. 

"Do you want to know what they've done to your head? Surely, you'd like to remember?" he offered as he began to lift the bandage up on his head, before I could question what he was doing I saw a third eyeball appear and my vision went grainy before I passed out. 

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

"Kasey? Hey, Kase!" 

I sat up with a gasp, my heart accelerating as I glanced around in a panic. I realized that I was in my bedroom and Stiles was crouched down in front of me. Scott was hovering behind him in the doorway, watching the two of us with weary eyes. My eyes focussed on Stiles' face and I blinked in confusion, "What the hell happened?" 

"I was getting ready to ask you the same thing, why are you on the floor?" he inquired, helping me stand. 

The room felt slightly tilted and I had to sit down on my bed. I don't know why I was on the floor, nor do I know why Scott and Stiles are in my bedroom. Why is Scott even in the same room as me right now, I thought he hated me. 

"I--I don't know..." I said quietly, memories began flooding my head and I knew why I had been on the floor. I was debating on whether or not I should tell them, but Scott answered my question for me. 

He took a step into my bedroom, "You don't remember anything?" 

My brother was speaking to me and he wasn't being hateful or mean, either. I had to tell them what happened because if I don't then this will all be for nothing... Scott and I may be able to start mending bridges here and he may start talking to me again. All I have to do is be honest and tell the truth here. 

"I mean, kind-of. I had this like, hallucination thing and I think I've met the Dread Doctors before." I said quietly, glancing at my brother. 

His brown eyes, that mirrored my own, widened slightly, "What do you mean?" 

"I have these... well they aren't memories but they familiar sensations, like you know how you get that feeling when the answer is on the tip of your tongue and you know that you know the answer but you just can't think of it? Well, when I think about them that's how I feel.... like, deja vu in a way. I've met them somehow before." I attempted to explain. 

Stiles quirked an eyebrow, "Did you read the book?" 

"I started to, but I didn't get very far. It triggers memories of them, right?" I asked, and I knew that they were going to be surprised that I knew that information. 

Scott blinked rapidly, "How did you..." 

"My hallucination. Valack told me, he told me a lot of things actually. We need to read this book, it's gonna give us the answers that we need." I said evenly. 

My brother nodded, "We're working on it. I'm gonna go to sleep, you two be careful." 

He then left my doorway and I sighed in defeat. I mean, at least he spoke to me. I almost forgot what his voice sounded like it's been so long since he's actually talked to me and not yelled or been hateful. Stiles rubbed my shoulder, "You wanna stay at my place tonight?" 

"Yeah," I said as I leaned my head against his body. 

This was exhausting. Fighting with your other half is damn near impossible and I don't know how much longer I can go on before I just give up and breakdown about it. I have faith that he will be able to see things my way at some point, I just hope that it happens sooner rather than later. 

⬘ ⬘ ⬘

Stiles was in the bathroom brushing his teeth and I was sprawled out on his bed waiting for him to come and join me. I was already changed into my sleeping attire and I was ready to get some actual sleep. For some reason, whenever I sleep with Stiles it's so much easier to avoid the nightmares and the dark thoughts. He keeps me centered and I know that as long as he's next to me that I'll be okay.

"Ready for some sleep?" he asked as he strolled into the room, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. 

I nodded, "Absolutely, can you get my phone charger out of my bag though? It's in the front pocket." 

He sighed dramatically, "I guess." 

I watched with a smirk as he did as instructed. He unzipped my bag, which happened to be my school bag, and he fished the cord out but he froze and pulled something else out. My eyes widened when I saw it and he glanced at my in confusion, "Uh, why do you have an inhaler in here?" 

"It's Scott's," I said awkwardly, "I always used to carry one with me in case he ever lost his. I just never took it out of my bag." 

"Do you want me to throw it away?" he asked me. 

I shook my head from side to side, "No, just leave it. It reminds me of the good old days when our lives were much simpler." 

"The good old days when you wouldn't kiss me," he muttered as he handed me my charger. 

I rolled my eyes as I leaned over the bed and plugged it into the wall. Once the cord was plugged into my phone as well, I laid the device on the bedside table and rolled over to lay beside Stiles. He smiled and kissed my forehead gently, "You feeling okay?" 

"As okay as I can be, what about you?" I asked, referring to the Donovan situation. 

I know how he is, he overthinks and overanalyzes everything. I know that he's probably worrying himself to death about it and I don't want him driving himself crazy over something that he couldn't help. He had said it was self-defense and that's all that should matter. 

He shrugged, "I want to tell Scott, but I know I can't right now... there's just too much going on." 

"Yeah," I sighed as I placed my head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me and tugged me closer to him. His body was warm and I was freezing. He was always warmer than me and I loved the fact that I could go to him and in a matter of seconds I was warmed up. 

"Goodnight, Kase." he murmured as he pressed his lips to my forehead again. I smiled and squeezed him in response. 

This was a good way to end the day. 

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