"Get your werewolf ass down here now. We have a job to do." I said to Scott over the phone as I followed behind Stiles. He was leading me through the boys locker room with nothing but a flashlight and his mischievous intentions for the night.

Scott sighed on his end, "Kasey, I'm already in bed. And aren't we all getting a little old for this?"

I rolled my eyes dramatically, "You are never too old to pull a prank, Scott. And plus, according to Stiles, we do this for Coach."

"No. We do it to Coach." Scott corrected me sarcastically. 

My brother had a valid point. The pranks we have been pulling on Coach for the past few years every Halloween night are always pissing him off to the point of a brain aneurysm. I think that he likes it though, even though he complains about how much he hates the student body and those who partake in good old mischief night, Coach lives for it. 

"Whatever. Either way, you know he needs this. Bobby Finstock doesn't have a lot to live for and these pranks and dealing with his hatred for Greenburg is what he lives for." I chuckled as Stiles nodded in agreement. 

"But it's the middle of the night, and if you didn't stay at Stiles' house tonight you wouldn't want to get up and leave either." Scott pointed out. 

He was partially right. There were two reasons that I was even awake right now. The first being that I'm scared out of my mind to actually fall asleep, so the option of being awake is always my first choice. The second reason being that Stiles' is extremely persistent when he wants something, and I have the hardest time saying no to him. 

Stiles snatched my phone out of my hand and placed it to his ear right after he pulled open his locker, "12:15 actually. Which means it's after midnight and officially Mischief Night/Day, and by perfectly awesome coincidence, it also happens to be Coach's birthday. So if you are not down here in five seconds, I will destroy you. Okay? And I mean five, four, three, two..." 

"One," I grinned as I caught sight of Scott right behind Stiles. I watched in amusement as Stiles spun around to glance at me, but the moment he caught sight of Scott he let out a grunt and fell to the floor.

"I hate you." Stiles muttered as he shot Scott a glare. Oh, you gotta love werewolf speed and the ability to sneak up on people. 

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"So, have you considered moving in?" Stiles chuckled as he parked his jeep in his usual spot in the school parking lot. 

Apparently my boyfriend thinks that he's funny. I can understand the confusion here, due to the fact that many times after he says something he can usually get laughter as a response, what he doesn't understand is people either laugh to shut him up or because they think he's an idiot. 

I rolled my eyes as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder, "Ha-ha, very funny."

He grinned before sliding out of the jeep and hiking his back up his shoulders as he waited for me to walk around the front end of baby blue, "I'm being serious. You might as well live with me considering you're always at my house." 

"I'd like to think we spend an equal amount of time at each other's house." I pointed out, even though I knew my statement was nowhere near correct. 

Ninety percent of the time I'm at Stiles' house because, A.) I can't stand being around my dad, and B.) We have more privacy at his house. 

Stiles let out a sarcastic scoff, "Clearly you aren't very good at math."

"Yeah, I'm not very good at anything school related, but give me a twin brother as a werewolf and the abilities of an Admonere and I can handle that pretty well." I retorted, earning a laugh from Stiles and a snort of amusement from myself. 

I'm pretty sure Stiles was going to add some more sarcastic statements to our light-hearted and extremely laid back conversation, but he didn't get the chance. Instead, we were not both glaring at the twins as my brother stood in front of them. They were conversing, and I was just about ready to explode upon seeing them again. 

"We just want to talk," Ethan said to Scott as we approached them. Apparently Scott had been questioning their appearance on school grounds as well. I'm pretty sure they dropped out after the whole Deucalion/Darach thing.

I snorted once again, "Oh really? You sure you didn't come to throw a wrench in our plans again?"

"Yeah, talking is kind of a change of pace for you guys. Usually you're just hurting, maiming, and killing." Stiles added as we both came to a stop beside Scott.

Aidan rolled his eyes, "You need a pack. We need an alpha." 

"Yeah, absolutely not. That's hilarious though." Stiles interjected. 

Ethan kept his eyes on my brother, "You came to us for help. We helped."

"Are you forgetting about the part where you beat the hell out of him? Or maybe you need a refresher, give me ten minutes and I can run home to grab the blood covered clothes that are still on Scott's floor." I snapped defensively, I told them that if they ever crossed my brother again I would make their lives a living hell, and I intend on keeping that promise. 

Stiles nodded, "Yeah that's not really helping. In my opinion that's actually counter-productive." 

My brother quirked an eyebrow, "Why would I say yes?"

"We'd add strength. We'd make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no." Aidan smirked. He was being extremely cocky and the way that he was acting fueled my hate fire. I was currently trying to think of ways to get my hands on some wolfsbane bullets. Those would do some damage to Cocky McAsshole over there.

"I can think of one. Like the two of you holding Derek's claws while Kali impaled Boyd. In fact, I don't know why we're not impaling them right now." Isaac stated as he approached our group. I glanced over at him to see he was in fact not wearing a scarf today, but had decided to wear his second favorite article of clothing, his cardigan. 

Aidan growled and allowed his wolf teeth to protrude as his eyes flashed that electric blue that comes along with killing an innocent person, "You want to try?"

"You see, that's the kind of douchebag-like attitude that makes us want to kill you." I sighed as I gestured to his theatrics. We all know that he's a "big bad werewolf" why does he need to show us his fangs or his eyes? It's pointless.

He glanced at me in annoyance, "This is not a conversation for little girls." 

"Excuse me?" My voice was inquiring but the tone was about to get lethal. Stiles and Scott both sensed it, but they didn't have enough time to pull me away from the confrontation before I went off, "I'll have you know that I am literally seven minutes younger than Scott. And if you even think for a second that just because I'm a girl that I can't handle this situation you and your voltron building alpha ass can get the hell out of Beacon Hills because I have gone through more shit than you ever have and I am still standing. Who's the one that was knocked on their ass and is now looking for help, yeah buddy, that's right, you. So you better check yourself back in, or I swear to God-"

"Kasey! He get's it." Scott said loudly as he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back towards him and Stiles. Apparently during my rant I had taken a few steps closer to Aidan. 

My brother glanced at the twins, "I'm sorry but they don't trust you. And neither do I." And with that being said, the four of us made our exit. 

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You would think after everything that has happened in my life up until this point, I would be sort of an expert on things happening that seem extremely unlikely or damn near impossible. For example, my brother becoming a werewolf; I had no issue with that whatsoever. Or, my personal favorite, that fact that I'm some rare supernatural creature that there is next to nothing archived about; once again I'm handling that relatively well. But, throw the fact that a mass murdering sociopath could be lurking the halls of my school at me, and I seem to have a full on meltdown. 

I had been minding my own business in my Art II class, trying to figure out the proper way to hold a paint brush so Ms. Kervy wouldn't publicly humiliate me about my lack of artistic ability once again, when I had received a text from Stiles telling me that I needed to meet him in the hallway ASAP. 

Just as I was about to ask Ms. Kervy for the pass, our principal came over the speaker and said that we were on a sort-of temporary type lock down, without giving a reason why. I knew that it had something to do with the text from Stiles, so instantly my mind went to something werewolf related, right? 

Wrong. 

No, in fact it was about as un-werewolf as it could get apparently. William Barrow escaped from the Beacon Hills hospital about an hour ago and for some reason the police have probable cause to believe that he was somewhere near or inside of the school. Honestly, Beacon Hills is a mess and this town needs to get it's shit together. 

I remember the news story about Barrow, he had taken a homemade bomb onto a bus full of children and blew it up. Somehow the bomb didn't kill him, but it did manage to lodge several pieces of shrapnel into his chest. That's why he was at the Beacon Hills General, apparently the County Prison Hospital wouldn't take him, leaving him with no other option but to go to Beacon Hills General. 

Anyway, since we were on a semi-lock down and I was stuck I had to use other methods to escape. I pretended to be sick and acted as if I was going to throw up. Ms. Kervy shouted at me as I ran for the door, but I slammed it shut and briskly walked down the hallway in search of Stiles. I'm assuming that Scott is with him, let's be honest here when are Scott and Stiles ever separated when shit like this goes down? Stiles found me about thirty seconds later and led our small group around the school. Currently it was Stiles, Isaac, Lydia, Allison, and myself. The dream-team basically, minus Scott.

"Barrow went after kids with glowing eyes? He said those exact words?" Isaac questioned as we quickly descended the small staircase. 

Stiles nodded rapidly, "Yeah. And no one knows how he woke up from anesthesia. Just that when they opened him up, they found a tumor full of live flies. Which in any other circumstance would actually be all kinds of awesome--"

"Did you say flies?" Lydia cut Stiles' explanation. We all stopped walking and turned around to see the strawberry blonde standing in the middle of the hallway with a look of realization on her face. 

I quirked an eyebrow, "I'm sensing that you know something?"

"I know that all day I've been hearing this sound. It's like... this buzzing. Kasey, didn't you hear it at all? We usually are pretty in sync with this sort of thing." Lydia asked me, the look on her face changing to desperation. 

I stared at her for a moment as I tried to think of hearing a fly at all today, but I couldn't remember. But, I do remember hearing a sort of hum type sound whenever things get too quiet. You know how sometimes you can hear a faint ringing when a room is silent? Well, replace that ringing with a soft hum. I guess that could qualify as buzzing? 

"Uh, buzzing... no. Humming, yes." I stated. 

Allison glanced at Lydia, "Like the sound of flies?" 

"Exactly like the sound of flies." Lydia responded. 

I groaned, "Well great. Now my supernatural sense of hearing is messed up, because I haven't heard a buzz-type sound at all today. It's just been this soft humming. Like... like the sound of a streetlight or something. I don't know." 

"A street lamp?" Stiles asked in confusion. 

I rolled my eyes, "I don't know. Forget I said anything, I'm probably just hearing things."

"Well, let's go find Scott. He needs to know what's going on." Stiles stated, without argument he grabbed my hand and led me down the hall towards the main part of the building, by the office and cafeteria. 

The walk was silent at first, and I thought that maybe Stiles had entirely too many thoughts running around in his head to even try and talk to me about what was going on, but I had been wrong--as per usual. 

"Okay, I don't know how to say this without coming off as rude so I'm just going to say it, what is up with you today?" He grimaced slightly as I shot him an annoyed look. 

"What do you mean what's up with me? I'm not acting any different than usual." I huffed. 

He rolled his eyes sarcastically, "Okay, and I never wear these red pants." He chuckled as he gestured to his beloved pair of red jeans. He wears them at least once a week and I don't know why he likes them so much, "You've just kind of been a little moody today. Did something else happen with your dad?" 

"No. I don't know why you always assume that I'm in a bad mood because of him." I muttered in distaste. I don't have the energy to talk about my dad today. He has emotionally drained me for the week.

Stiles halted his brisk walk and forced me to look at him, "Because he usually is one of the two people that can really get you down." 

"And who's the other one? You?" I snorted, trying to make light of the heavy discussion.

He shook his head from side to side, "No... you're the second. So, what's going on in that pretty little head of your's?" 

That was a great question and I wish I had the answer for him, but I don't. I have no freaking idea what's going on in my head right now. I'm hearing voices that aren't real, I'm hearing a humming sound when I should be hearing a buzzing sound, I can't sleep, Kira has the idea that I'm possessed by a demon stuck in my head, and I'm extremely hungry too. 

"I don't know. To be honest Stiles, I never know what's going inside my head anymore. Let's just go find Scott, okay?"

He sighed quietly but nodded, "Okay."

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"Is he going to be able to stop them?" Lydia inquired as we stood off to the side of the courtyard, watching Stiles attempt to get his father and the entire Sheriff's department to stay here and find Barrow.

I sighed, "Probably not."

"Then why is he even trying?" She continued her questioning as she played with a strand of her hair. Why does she always play with her hair? 

I shrugged, "Because he's Stiles, I don't know. He just has to try...he has to try and do something to help because he feels like he has to." 

"I'm pretty sure it's because you asked him to." She chuckled lightly. 

What? I turned my head to glance at her, "What are you talking about? He's not doing this because he feels like I want him to. He's trying to help."

Lydia quirked a perfectly plucked brow at me, "I'm sure that's part of it, but it's mainly because you kissed him on the cheek and told him to try and stop them." 

I could feel my face getting warmer in small blotches and judging by Lydia's smirk, I was about as red as a firetruck right now. It's been entirely too long since I've blushed because someone has made a comment about mine and Stiles' relationship. Oh, where have the good times gone. 

"They're looking over here," Lydia hummed as she lifted her hand and waved. I spun on my heel and waved back at my boyfriend and his father, why are they waving at us? 

I sighed and turned back around to face Lydia, "Weirdos."

"Yes, but they're you're weirdos. You and Stiles' dad are practically family, I mean we all know that you two are going to get married someday, after all of this...craziness passes." Lydia remarked thoughtfully, and for the first time since I've met her she gave me an honest-to-God genuine smile. 

Lydia has never been accepting of me, and honestly it bugged me a bit but I just let it slide because why would I want to be friends with a rich bitch? Also there was the whole thing with Stiles pretending to be in love with her, and that kind of ticked me off too. That being said though, with our weird abilities somehow being linked together in an odd way, it has brought us closer and I've come to sort-of like her. She's funny sometimes and she's really smart, not to mention her facial expressions kill me. 

I shook my head from side to side in an attempt to rid myself of the blushing and smiling, "I don't think we'll get married. It's stupid to think that someone you date in High School will end up being your husband."

"Yeah but he's not just someone to you, he's your Stiles, therefore it's going to happen. Plus, I'm psychic, I know these things." She chuckled and I couldn't help but laugh at her response. Maybe Lydia Martin wasn't so bad after-all, and maybe, just maybe, we could become friends. 

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"The bestiary is literally 1,000 pages long. If I'm going to find anything about flies coming out of people's bodies, it could take me all night." 

Allison was speaking to Stiles, Lydia, and myself as she effortlessly lifted open the window in one of the Freshman classrooms that we had taken to so she could make her escape. She was actually going to sneak out of the window, since the school was on a minor-lock down, and run home to find out anything she could about the whole flies coming out of Barrow's stomach thing.

Lydia nodded, "And remember the word in archaic Latin for fly is musca."

"Got it," Allison said as she slid out of the window. 

I turned to face my little Barrow search party, "Okay team, where do we start?"

"Upstairs," Stiles said as he glanced at the clock on the wall, revealing that the school day was over in less than thirty minutes, "We gotta go." He panicked as he spun on his heel and darted out of the room, leaving Lydia and I to trail behind him. I knew he was on his A-game because he didn't even worry about trying to grab my hand like he usually does. 

Stiles was practically running up the stairs, and I was thanking my lucky stars that I decided to wear my Vans rather than the boots I had originally planned on wearing. Lydia on the other hand, was killing it in her heels and I was extremely envious of her skills. 

The first room he turned into was one of the Art rooms and he skidded to a halt as his eyes roamed around the room. 

"Scott and Isaac are in the basement, right?" Lydia asked as she stood in the doorway and watched my boyfriend search the entire expanse of the room. 

I nodded, "Lydia we went over this. They're in the basement with Ethan and Aidan and the plan is to meet in the middle, in the boiler room."

She was silent for a moment before she snapped her fingers to get mine and Stiles' attention, "All of the wolves... all of the ones with glowing eyes are in the basement at the boiler room."

"Oh my God!" 

Okay, I know that Stiles and Lydia are insanely smart and I'm barely scraping above average here, but this is just ridiculous. What's so bad about the boiler room?

I sighed, "Will someone explain to me what's going on because I'm lost."

"An engineer could use a boiler room to blow up the whole school." Stiles said quickly. 

My eyes widened, because I understood what that meant. That meant that every single person in this school could be dead in a matter of seconds.

"We have to get them out of there." Lydia stated.

Stiles nodded, "We have to get everyone out of here."

"How are we supposed to do that?" She asked in a panic. 

As usual, I had a plan. It probably wasn't the best of plans, and it would end up with someone getting in trouble but it would get everyone out of the building. Back in the day when our major problem we had was the Kanima there was an incident in the police station. One of Argent's hunters came into the police station and grabbed Stiles and he pulled the fire alarm to alert everyone that something was going down, even though there wasn't a fire. 

"I have an idea," I stated. 

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"You want to pull the fire alarm? You do realize that could get you expelled?" Lydia asked rhetorically as we made our way to the nearest fire alarm on this floor. 

I glanced at her oddly, "Yeah well if I don't pull the alarm and a bomb goes off there won't be a school to be expelled from."

"Which is why I'm going to pull the alarm," Stiles sais as he gently pushed my body out of the way. I didn't have time to argue before he pulled down on the red lever, causing the loud ringing to echo around the halls.

I glared at him, "It was my idea, why couldn't I pull it?" 

"Uh, because I don't want you getting in trouble?" He replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

And as I saw Coach Finstock approaching Stiles from behind, I was extremely happy that I actually didn't pull the alarm, because he looked pissed. Lydia and I both stood there with our eyes wide and Stiles seemed confused, "Wh--wow!" He shrieked as he turned his head and caught sight of Finstock behind him. 

He grabbed a hold of Stiles' ear and ushered Lydia and I out of the school behind the fleeting students, and I had been correct; he was pissed.

"Pulling a fire alarm on Mischief Night is one thing. Doing it when there's a mass murderer spotted nearby is insane! If I was four years younger, I'd punch you!" Finstock squawked as he released his grip on Stiles' ear. We were now standing outside in front of the doors, right under the pavilion. 

Stiles reared his head back in confusion, "What? Coach that doesn't even make any sense."

"Oh, well, it does to me!" He snapped before he stalked back into the school to help finish the evacuations. 

I blinked slowly as I tried to process why a four year age difference would make punching a student a more viable option. 

"There," Stiles said as he pointed to the left. I glanced over to see our wolves approaching us, this time Stiles did grab my hand as he led Lydia and I over to them. 

Aidan was the first to speak, "We didn't find anything."

"Not even a scent." Scott dead-panned.

I sighed, "Well it's 3:00... so school's over. If he had set a bomb somewhere, wouldn't he have detonated it by now?"

"Does that mean that everybody's safe?" Ethan asked, his eyes were fixed on our psychic companion, who was clutching her books to her chest as she bit at her bottom lip nervously.

She blew out a nervous breath, "I don't know. I just... I don't know."

Join the club sister.

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Apparently my idea to have this updated on every Monday isn't going to work out because my schedule at work is always changing and it messes with my writing time. Which is insanely annoying by the way. I'm sorry for the lack of activity on updating, but until school is over, it's going to be like that because my time is stretched extremely thin. Also, if you ask me for an update it just pisses me off and makes me NOT want to update. So, please stop harassing me. I'm trying my best here bro. 

Let's see, I forgot to post an AN on the last chapter so... uh, sorry? I just totally blanked and posted it because I wanted it to be done on a Monday, but I decided that giving myself another schedule to stick to is just plain torture. Plus, after chapter 30 is posted, you all will be satisfied with feels for awhile so trust me, the best is yet to come. 

If you didn't know I have a job now I'm graduating in like a month, so it's an insanely busy time for me, and as much as I love writing... it is never my main priority. Therefore, the updating will be put off if more important things need my attention. 

Okay, so I think that's all I have to say... Amanda hit 2k followers recently, how exciting is that! Also it's Alex's (aka @wolfpaws) birthday, or well it was... since she lives in Australia it's probably not her birthday anymore, idk I'm bad with timezones. Okay, be sure to fan, vote, and comment nice things! -Sasha xx