"I'm sorry, we're doing what with Isaac?" I asked as I watched Derek and Scott start to dump bags of ice into a thin metal tub that was filled with water. Apparently Isaac had found Erica and Boyd, but he couldn't remember. I honestly have no idea how putting him in this ice cold water is going to do anything to help, but Deaton know's his shit so I'm not gonna question it. Even though, I technically just did.

Derek sighed, "Do you always have to ask questions? Just put the ice in the water."

I placed my hands on my hips as I narrowed my eyes at him, "Excuse you, I don't always ask questions. Just when I'm confused, or the situation doesn't make any sense. If you want to point out irritating qualities, I have about a thousand for you buddy."

The sound of elastic slapping against skin echoed through the room, and I turned around to find my boyfriend playing with a long surgical glove. He had his hand inside of it and had released it so it slapped against his forearm, the large grin of amusement on his face was too adorable for words. Stiles then turned his head slowly as he looked at us all awkwardly, "What?" 

Derek narrowed his eyes further, if that was possible, and Stiles took the hint that he was acting a bit annoying- well to the alpha at least. My boyfriend then dramatically ripped the glove off of his hand and stomped over to the tub of water. Isaac was crouched down on the side as he glanced at the ice water wearily, I don't really know what exactly he's supposed to do in the water... but it probably won't be too pleasant.

"What is the ice for?" I asked Deaton.

"The water has to be cold enough to slow his heart rate down," He explained.

I nodded as I dipped my finger in the water, instantly it went numb so I jerked it out and wiped the frigid liquid on my jeans. "Jesus! How cold does it have to be?" 

"Cold enough to nearly stop his heart rate." He said with a small smile. 

Oh. Oh wow. So, Isaac is getting into a tub of freezing cold water to slow his heart rate down until he is about to die? That sounds totally safe, like one hundred percent. I mean, it's not like anything could possibly go wrong with him being a few heartbeats away from death. Literally. 

"If it feels too risky, you don't have to do this." Derek said to Isaac as he gripped on to the edge of the tub. My brother nodded in agreement, he obviously doesn't want anything to happen to Isaac. To be honest, I don't either. I actually like him. 

Isaac was silent as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the floor, he then gripped the sides of the tub as he stepped into the freezing water. Deaton then glanced at Stiles and myself, "Stiles, she needs to be out of the room and distracted for this next part."

My eyes widened slightly, "Why? What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing at all. It will just be a lot safer for you if you weren't in here for when he gets pushed under." He assured me. 

I glanced at Isaac as he got ready to sit down in the water, and then looked back to Deaton, "Why?"

He sighed outwardly, "I'm afraid when you see him struggle- you may accidentally link yourself with him, and it won't be safe for you to be in that sort of state while your heart is beating that quickly."

Stiles nodded, "Well that's all I needed to hear, let's go." He then grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the room. He led me to the back storage room, where several bags of bird seed were placed on the floor, and shelves upon shelves were stocked with pet necessities. He closed the door before releasing my hand, leaving me wanting to snatch it back up quickly. 

"Maybe I should become a nun." I muttered as I sat down on a bag of bird seed. Stiles chuckled as he sat down beside me, "Why do you say that?"

"Well nuns are locked away, right? If I'm locked away I can't accidentally connect myself to another person and almost die from it." I explained as I rested my head against the wall. This whole connecting or linking thing is starting to confuse the hell out of me. I honestly don't even know how to do it, it just happens. It happened a lot this summer, and it really freaked me out. 

"I don't think you should become a nun. Have you...well, have you tried to control it before? Like, I mean... have you tried to link yourself to someone?" He asked awkwardly.

I shook my head from side to side, "Nope. It just happens, out of nowhere. I have no idea how it happens. With Scott last year... when he was dying, that was different than all the other times. I had been thinking about him, I was worried about him- ya know? But during the summer, like... when I accidentally linked myself to my mom one day- I hadn't even been thinking about her. It doesn't make any sense to me."

"Have you ever linked yourself to me?" He asked quietly. 

"No. It's only happened with Lydia, Scott, and my mom." I admitted as I glanced down at the floor awkwardly. It's weird that I was able to link myself to Lydia, but not Stiles. Deaton said that it would be easy to connect to members of my pack or people that I'm close to. I sighed again as I ran my hands over my face. 

Stiles nodded, "It is a weird ability."

And that's when it happened, the room went black and I couldn't see anything. I couldn't speak. I couldn't even breathe. What's going on? I was spinning, I could feel it- and then all of a sudden I was standing in some large building. What the hell? Everything is fuzzy, and I don't remember being here at all. 

"No! No, I don't want to do that!" Isaac's voice filled my ears as I awkwardly walked around in this foriegn place. Damn. I linked myself to him, without even meaning to. How the hell does this even happen? What if I die because of this? 

This place looks official, the walls are made of like marble and it's so clean. Where am I at? Stairs. There is a staircase in front of me, and I quickly ascended it as I glanced around, trying to find out where the hell I am. "If we're still in here, I won't be able to control it." That was Boyd's voice, but he isn't anywhere near me. Where is he? Why can I hear him? As I continued to walk down the hall, I glanced over the balcony to see a large safe in the wall that was open-- and there was a man standing in the entrance. The large design on the floor caught my attention, I've seen that somewhere before...

"They found me! They're here!" Isaac's voice was frantic and for some reason the area around me was all changing to black. I tried to back up and run away, but I couldn't move. The darkness swallowed me whole, and I was stuck standing there-- in nothing. 

"KASEY!" 

I jolted upright from the birdseed bag as I came face to face with a very frantic looking Stiles and a very concerned looking Deaton. I could feel my heart beating wildly in my chest, while my thoughts were running marathons they couldn't keep up with. That was so freaking weird. 

"It happened, didn't it?" Deaton asked me slowly. 

I nodded, "I-I don't know how I did it."

"You more than likely won't know how you do it for awhile, Kasey. Tell me, where you in Isaac's memory?" He pressed. 

I sighed, "I think so, I mean... it wasn't my memory. I was in some place that looked like a bank or a museum... I don't know."

Stiles glanced at Deaton worriedly before looking back to me, "Did you say you were in a bank?"

"Yeah... why is that bad?" I inquired. 

Deaton shook his head from side to side, "No, no. It just means you were in fact with Isaac, he found out that they are holding Boyd and Erica in the old Beacon Hills First National Bank."

"Well that's just freaking fantastic." I muttered.

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"She's not dead!" Derek snapped as he paced around anxiously in the examining room, obviously he was pretty worked up, and I can understand that-- due to Erica being a member of his pack, he feels connected to her in someway. 

When Deaton had led Stiles and I back into the room and out of the storage area, Isaac was dripping wet and shivering beneath the dark blue towel that was wrapped around his shoulder's. Apparently he had said that he saw Erica's dead body in a room while he was visiting his memories, I didn't see it-- but that definitely doesn't mean it wasn't there.

"Derek he said he saw a dead body, he then said it was Erica-- it doesn't really leave us much room for interpretation." Stiles explained as he glanced at the stressed out alpha before him.

Derek stopped dead in his tracks to turn and glare at Stiles, "Then who was in the vault with Boyd?"

"Somebody else, obviously." I stated, quickly jumping to defend Stiles. The last thing we all needed right now was for Derek to flip his shit and start causing problems with all of us because he doesn't like what he's hearing. 

Scott nodded, "Maybe it was the girl on the motorcycle. You know, the one who saved you?" He had directed his question to Isaac, who was now fully clothed and sitting on the metal table that was placed against the wall.

"No, she wasn't like us... and whoever Boyd was talking to in the vault was." Isaac said as he glanced at Scott, great. Well, back to square one I suppose. 

Stiles then looked at Isaac before fixing his eyes on Derek, "What if that's how Erica died, ya know? Like what if they put them against each other on the full moon to see which one of them survives?"

I nodded, "Yeah, like werewolf fight club."

"Then we get them out tonight." Derek stated in annoyance. 

Deaton then broke his silence, "Be smart about this, Derek. You can't just go storming in."

"If Isaac got in, then so can we." The alpha argued. 

Wait a second, we? I never agreed to be a part of this freaking werewolf rescue mission. Do I look like the type of person that would actually be of any use during this sort of thing? Because let me tell you, I'm not. I am most definitely the worst equipped for the job. I'm loud, clumsy, and have the tendency to use my ability without even realizing it-- which puts my life at risk. 

"Yes, but he also wasn't trying to get through a vault door, was he?" Deaton replied as he spun around in his spiny chair to face the five of us. 

I nodded in agreement, "Yeah... we need a plan."

"How are we going to come up with a plan to break into a bank vault in less than 24 hours?" Derek asked me sarcastically. 

I scoffed, "People do this all the time, Derek. Have some faith in us, jeez. Have we ever let you down?"

He narrowed his eyes further at me, and I took that as my hint to shut up. I honestly can't think of a time where one of us let Derek down, well-- apart from Scott going behind his back with the whole Gerard and mountain ash poisoned pill thing, but Stiles and I hadn't been in on that either. And you don't see us throwing a hissy fit about it.

"Um, apparently somebody already did. It says right here that Beacon Hills First National Bank closed three months after opening due to vault robbery. It doesn't say how they got in, but I'm sure it won't take too long to find out." Stiles said as he glanced up from his phone. I smiled at how quickly he was able to get the information, him and his obsessive compulsive research habits really do come in handy sometimes. 

Derek rose an eyebrow, "How long?"

"It's the internet, Derek, okay? Like, minutes." Stiles replied with a snort. 

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"They're upstairs," Mr. Stilinski said to me with a sigh as I went to knock on the door, he had opened it literally the second that I rose my fist in the air to start hitting the wood. He was dressed in his uniform already, and had a gray thermos with coffee in it for the morning. 

I nodded, "Gotcha. Thanks, um-- have a good day at work." 

"Thanks, have a good day at school." He replied with a chuckle as he walked out of the house, I smiled to myself as I headed up the stairs to the familiar bedroom of my boyfriend. Apparently Stiles had been wrong when he thought he could find out how the bank was broken into in minutes, I had left here last night at around eleven, and that had been about two hours into the search. Scott stayed, saying that it would only be about another twenty minutes or so, but when I woke up to get ready this morning, he wasn't in his room and his bike was still in the driveway. So, I headed over here, knowing that he had crashed last night. 

When I walked into Stiles' bedroom, it literally looked like a hurricane had swept through. Papers were everywhere, and the printer was still printing things off. Scott was passed out in a desk chair, and Stiles was somehow laying on the bed with his face on the floor. That didn't look comfortable in the slightest. I sat my bag down on the floor and let out a sigh, "Guys."

They didn't move, in fact Scott let out a loud snore and rubbed at his face before returning to his original sleeping position. I cleared my throat so my voice would project louder, "GUYS!"

Stiles slid off the bed as he had one of his famous spastic episodes, Scott nearly fell out of the chair as he looked around the room in confusion. And another paper fell from the printer on to the large pile that was beneath it on the floor. "So, um... did you find anything?" I asked as I walked over to Stiles' bed and sat down. 

My boyfriend rubbed at his face and groaned, "No, nothing. Ten hours, and we found nothing."

"Dude, I'm sure we'll find it soon." Scott replied with a yawn.

Stiles stood up and started to snatch papers off the floor as he paced around his room, "Yeah well soon doesn't make Erica any less dead, and it certainly doesn't make Heather any less about to be dead." 

"We still have time," Scott said calmly, obviously sensing that Heather being missing was upsetting Stiles. I didn't ask him, I actually asked Scott, the extent of my boyfriend's friendship with Heather... and well, his mom was really good friends with her mom, and they were practically raised together. I had no idea that he saw her as more of a sister than anything, I felt so stupid after hearing that with how I acted at the party when she kissed him. 

"Is this whole remain optimistic in the face of total disaster all a part of the be a better Scott McCall program?" Stiles asked in annoyance. 

Scott glanced down at the ground and chuckled awkwardly, "Um, not if it doesn't work."

"Oh, it totally works." I chuckled.

Stiles then started to sift through the papers he had picked up off the floor, "OH! OH! DAD! DAD!" He shouted as he shoved the paper in my face before scrambling out of his room and down the hall. I glanced at the paper to see a photo of Mr. Stilinski at the scene of the bank the day after it was robbed. Oh, well that will certainly be helpful.

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"Okay, you see this?" Stiles asked as he laid out a large white sheet of paper that had the floor plans of the bank on to a table in Derek's new loft. I'm not gonna lie, I actually really like his new place-- it is certainly a hell of a lot less creepy than his old run down house. And he seems to actually live here, like there's tables and even a bed.

I watched as Stiles started to draw on the paper with a red marker, "This right here, is how they got in. The used the top floor air conditioning vent that led right to the vault, okay?" He explained as he started to circle the designated areas on the layout plan.

"One of the robbers was then lowered here into this shaft, now the place is so small that it took him nearly 12 hours to drill through the wall, which is stone by the way, then they siphoned the money back up through that shaft to the guy on the roof, and then boom." He finished as he smacked the table for dramatic effect. 

Scott was glancing at the paper wearily, "Can we fit in there?"

"Yes, we can-- but very, very barely, they also patched the wall, so I was thinking we were going to need a drill of some kind. I was thinking maybe a diamond bit-" Stiles started but Derek shook his his from side to side as he interrupted him, "Look, forget the drill."

"Excuse me?" Stiles asked as he reeled his head back to look at the alpha. 

Derek sighed, "If I go first how much space am I gonna have?"

"What do you think you're gonna do, Derek? Punch through the freaking wall?" I asked sarcastically, I don't think a werewolf can punch through a solid stone wall. I'm sorry, call me crazy but I just don't think they're that strong.

"Yes, Kasey. I'm going to punch through the wall." Derek dead-panned.

Stiles rolled his eyes, "Alright big guy, let me see that fist. That's right, don't be scared, get it out there. Okay, there you go big bad wolf. Alright so you see this-" my boyfriend then grabbed Derek's wrist and held his other hand a small distance away from Derek's fist, "this is about three inches of room. You think you can get enough strength to-"

Derek then punched Stiles' hand and the force of impact was so strong it knocked his arm into the table, my eyes widened as I watched the entire thing go down. "Ah- oh, oh he can do it. He can do it." Stiles mumbled as he walked away from the table, shaking his hand out. 

I let out a sigh, "Was that really necessary?"

"Okay, so I can get through the wall. Who's going down there with me?" Derek asked, completely ignoring my question. Why does he always ignore my questions? 

Derek was now looking at his uncle, his creepy and stupidly stupid uncle, who was sitting on the winding stairs on the other side of the room. "Don't look at me. I'm not up to fighting speed yet. And honestly, with Isaac out of commission, you're not looking to hot yourself." Peter said, being brutally honest and super negative... as always. 

"So what? I'm just supposed to let them die?" Derek asked in annoyance. 

Peter sighed, "One of them is already dead."

"We don't know that," Derek said through a clenched jaw. 

"Okay do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of alpha's, all of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, two of them morph together into one giant alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were lovely kids and they will be missed," Peter said as he glanced at the floor. 

I narrowed my eyes at him distastefully, "Can somebody kill him again please?" I asked in annoyance. Stiles walked back up to the table and was still shaking his hand a bit, but he seemed to be in less pain then he had been a few seconds ago. 

"Derek, seriously, not worth the risk." Peter stated finally.

I watched at Derek looked to my brother for conformation, "What about you?" 

"Me, yeah if you want me to come-" Stiles started to answer, Derek groaned in annoyance, "Not you."

My boyfriend nodded, "Right, you were asking Scott."

"I don't know about Erica, but if Boyd is still alive we have to do something. We have to try," Scott said quietly. 

Derek rose an eyebrow, "But?"

"Who is that girl in there with him?" Scott asked the question that we were all wondering, who else could be locked in the vault with Boyd if it wasn't Erica?

✠

"I can't take waiting around like this, it's nerve racking. My nerves are racked, they are severely racked." Stiles mumbled as he chewed on his thumbnail, also he was pacing in front of the large window- looking at the full moon. 

Peter was lounged out on the couch, obviously uninterested in the entire situation at hand. I, myself, am sitting on the ground with my back pressed against the wall, trying to think of anything but Scott and Derek- god forbid I somehow connect myself to them at like the worst time possible.

"I could beat you unconscious." Peter replied in a monotone voice. 

Stiles completely ignored him as he continued to speak, "You think Erica is really dead?"

"You're asking me as if I really care," Peter dead-panned. 

My boyfriend continued to pace as he shook his head from side to side, "What I don't get is why they locked them in a bank you know? They're an alpha pack shouldn't they have a lair or something?"

I sighed, "Stiles, they're werewolves. Not supervillians."

"Wait a sec- wait a sec! What if they're living there? Like, what if the vault reminds them of their little wolf dens!" Stiles exclaimed in excitement. 

"Wolf dens?" Peter echoed in confusion. 

My boyfriend nodded, "Yeah, wolf dens. Where do you live?"

"In a network of underground caves hidden in the forest," Peter replied. 

"Whoa, really?" Stiles asked in amazement. 

Peter chuckled, "No you idiot. I have an apartment downtown."

"Alright fine, but that still means that there's something up with the bank. And why wait to kill them on the full moon, huh?" Stiles demanded as he walked closer to Peter. 

"Maybe they think it's poetic?" Peter sighed as he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the couch. I really still dislike him, and I can't believe that Derek freaking trusts him after what he did. 

I sighed in annoyance, "But they've already had three full moons to be poetic." 

"And here you two have only had one full hour to be so annoy--" Peter began to insult Stiles and myself before he sat up abruptly, his eyes wide. 

I scoffed, "Oh no, please finish. What were you saying about us? That we're annoy--annoying?" 

"What are the walls made out of us?" He asked Stiles, completely ignoring me. It must be a Hale thing, I mean seriously. 

Stiles shrugged, "I don't know like wood and stone..."

"No, in the vault. Where would it say that at?" Peter asked quickly as he stood from the couch and walked over to the table, flipping through the papers on the surface. 

I sighed as I stood up and approached the table, "The materials for the building aren't on there, I put all of the registry things like that in another folder-- here." I said as I pulled the hot pink folder out of Stiles' bag, I had organized a lot of the papers earlier this morning because my OCD was kicking in. 

Peter snatched the folder out of my hands and flipped through the papers, when he stopped on one of them I had assumed he found what he had been looking for, "Hicatalyte..." He said quietly. 

I rose an eyebrow, "Is that awful... it sounds awful?"

"Get on the phone, now!" Peter snapped at Stiles. 

My boyfriend panicked as he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, "What? Why?"

"Because Boyd and that girl aren't going to kill each other, they're gonna kill Derek and Scott." He said in sudden realization. 

✠

Stiles quickly tapped his screen, and when I could hear the sound of a phone ringing I knew he had put it on speaker. Scott finally answered in a hushed whisper, "Stiles now isn't really the best time..."

"SCOTT! NO SCOTT, LISTEN TO ME! The walls in that vault are made of a mineral called Hicatalyte, and it scatters the moonlight. They haven't felt the full moon in months." Stiles explained what Peter had said to him seconds ago. 

My brother sounded confused, "What does that mean?"

"Think of it like the gladiators in the Colosseum, they used to starve the lions to make them more vicious and dangerous. Deucallion has kept them from shifting for three full moons." Peter explained. 

I let out a shaky breath, "Scott they're gonna be a hell of a lot stronger."

"A lot more savage and bloodthirsty, they're the lions Scott, deprived and hungry- and you and Derek just stepped into the Colosseum." Peter added quickly. 

"NO!" Scott shouted, and then suddenly the only sounds that could be heard were growls, and shouts-- and then the line went dead. 

I could feel it happening again, that tightening in my chest, the small flames burning my skin. Stiles picked up on my breathing change instantly, and he was by my side-- grabbing on to my shoulders, forcing me to look at him, "Kasey don't freak out, alright? He's going to be okay. He's always okay." 

"Stiles, I--I can connect to him, see if he's alright," I said quickly. 

He shook his head from side to side rapidly, "No. No, Kasey. That's too risky, and you know it. Scott wouldn't want you to try and do this, alright?"

"I have to make sure he is okay!" I shouted, the feeling of an anxiety attack melting away. Hell, I was still panicking but I wasn't on the verge of a full breakdown. I shoved Stiles away from me and started to pace around the room anxiously, tugging at my hair-- I need to do this, I need to make sure he's okay. I can't not know if he's okay. 

Peter was glancing at me oddly, "What is it you two are going on about?"

"None of your damn business! This is all your fault!" I shouted in annoyance, the last thing I wanted to do was deal with the man that bit me and caused this whole change to take place. He ruined everything, he bit Scott-- he bit me, he is the only reason that our lives are as messed up as they are now. 

He held his hands up in mock surrender, "Calm down there little hulk, I was just asking a question."

"You're so stupid. This whole situation is so freaking stupid!" I ranted as I buried my face in my hands, I can't do this. I can't handle this kind of pressure in my head or my chest anymore. It hurts-- it hurts so freaking much to worry about someone like this. I'm only sixteen years old, I shouldn't have to fear for my brother's life like this. 

Stiles gently grabbed my hands and pulled them away from my face, "Kase... it's going to be okay. I promise. Just, please-- don't do it. We don't know what will happen if you do, and I don't want anything to happen to you again."

"So you don't want me to try and see if he is alright? Is that what you're telling me right now?" I snapped angrily. 

His eyes widened, "No--no, I'm just... I don't want you to get hurt, alright? How many times do I have to tell you that if something happens to you, I will literally go out of my freaking mind?"

"Just, stop. Don't say anything else. Okay?" I muttered as I pulled my hands out of his hold and walked back over to the wall, I slid down to the floor and closed my eyes, praying that Scott would be okay. 

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Finally, ugh. Getting through the episodes on MTV.COM is starting to kill me- all of those stupid ads, grrrrrrr. So hopefully you all enjoyed the chapter, it took ages to write and for that I apologize. Kasey had another little moment with her ability, I'm still not too sure where exactly I want to go with the whole Admonere thing, we'll just have to wait and see. Haha. Be sure to fan, vote, and comment! xxx