Chapter Nineteen

After calling Jackson and knowing that Lydia's somewhat safe going to the hospital right now, we had left. We're now on the road in Stiles' Jeep, I sit in the back, with my feet aching from the heels and I couldn't stop thinking about Lydia. Apparently, neither could Stiles.

"Don't feel bad," Peter had told us. "If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

Stiles scoffs, keeping his eyes on the road. "Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."

Peter smirks. "Well, actually, considering she's a woman... Twice a month." I scoffed this time and rolled my eyes.

"Period jokes? Really? Real mature." I spat out in annoyance. Peter's presence was annoying me.

We eventually arrive at a kind of empty parking garage. There were cars scattered around. We jumped out of Stiles' Jeep and I looked at the slick black car that he parked right next to. I growled in annoyance as Peter grabbed Stiles' t-shirt and dragged him to the boot of the car. I walked around and made my way towards them, crossing my arms at Peter, glaring at him.

"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked anxiously as Peter got out the car keys.

"It belonged to my nurse," Peter replied as he begins to unlock the boot of her car.

"What happened to your nurse?" I pressed, as soon as Peter lets go of Stiles, I made sure he was in front of me. Peter won't hurt me. But, he will hurt Stiles, and that makes me incredibly annoyed.

Peter had opened the trunk of his car, my eyes widen as the nurse was literally in the back of her own car, dead. "Oh, my God!" Stiles yelped, jumping backwards. I watched in disgust as Peter lifts up her dead arm to grab a bag, hanging it to Stiles.

Peter looked at Stiles, then looked at his dead nurse. "I got better." He closed the boot and I growled at him lowly. "Don't growl at me, Faya."

"Good luck getting a signal down here." I commented, knowing that garages have the worst reception. "Oh, Mifi." He hands me a Mifi disc.

"And you're a mac guy," Stiles rolled his eyes as Peter opened up his mac computer. "Does that go for all werewolves or just a personal preference?"

I turned to Stiles. "You got something against Mac?"

He shrugged. "I'm more of an android guy..."

I scoffed. "An android? Please, Mac is way better than any android..."

He cocked his head at me. He seems offended right now and I smirked. "No it's not--"

"Turn it on." Peter had cut us off. "Get connected."

Stiles inhales sharply and exhales. "You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." Stiles turns over the Mifi and there was the password to connect it to the laptop. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

"You know both of them." Peter had told us.

"No, we don't," I fired back. Stiles and I know both know that his passwords are Allison, which makes me want to gag. That boy is so in love with her.

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeats, I would still be able to tell that you're lying." Peter had caught us.

Stiles turned to him. "Dude, I swear to God..." Peter had smashed Stiles' head into the boot, the boot was closed so the laptop stayed on top of the boot.

Stiles groaned and I glared at Peter. "You better watch yourself old man—"

"Or what?" Peter glowed his Alpha eyes at me and I glowed my golden eyes right back at him.

"I'll burn you."

He rolled his eyes. "No, you wouldn't. You've said that two times to me now— Agh!" I had shot a flame right to his hand, burning him mildly. "You're a real bitch."

"Thank you," I smiled sweetly at him. "Touch Stiles again and I'll burn you down to your grave." I looked at his red, throbbing hand and cocked my head at him. "Might wanna put some ice on that."

I watched as it healed quickly, and he glared at me before turning to Stiles. "I can be really persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you."

Stiles huffs before caving in and started to type in Scott's password. "What happens after you find Derek?"

"Don't think Stiles, just type," Peter spoke in annoyance.

"You're gonna kill people, aren't you?" Stiles continued to question.

"Only the responsible ones," Peter spoke; like that's a reassuring thing.

"Look, if I do this," Stiles began. "You have to promise to leave Scott out of it."

Peter sighed. "Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favoured prey is too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Scott, Derek, and Faya. I need all of them."

"He's not gonna help you." Stiles clenched his jaw.

"Oh, he will," Peter looked over at us. "Because it'll save Allison. You will, Fay, because it'll save Derek. The only family you have left, other than me, of course. And you will, Stiles because it'll save Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, you even know his username and password."

Stiles sighed and typed in Allison. Peter looked completely dumbfounded. "His username is Allison?" Stiles then types in the password. "His password is also Allison?"

"You still want him in your pack?" Stiles spat, Peter rolled his eyes and Stiles hits enter. "Wait, what the... That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?"

"Not at it," Peter spoke. "Under it. I know exactly where it is." I almost froze when I heard a wolf howl in the distance, sounding exactly like Scott. A few seconds later, a howl, sounding like Derek's was heard. I sighed in relief; thank God he's still alive. "And I'm not the only one." Peter had put his stuff away and into the back seat of the nurse's car. He turned to Stiles. "Give me your keys."

Stiles sighed and pulled out his keys. "Careful. She grinds in seconds." Peter then crushed Stiles' keys in his hands and held them towards Stiles. Stiles looked bewildered.

"So, you're not going to kill me?" Stiles questioned. Peter took a step towards Stiles, Stiles' eyes widen as he takes a step backwards. "Oh, God."

"Don't you understand yet?" Peter quizzes. "I'm not the bad guy here."

"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?" Stiles spat.

"I like you, Stiles," Peter spoke admittedly, causing Stiles to sigh in relief. "Since you helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?"

Stiles stares at him with wide eyes. "What?"

"Do you want the bite?" Peter spoke in a lower tone. "If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you'll become like us."

"Like you." Stiles corrected.

"Yes, a werewolf." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'm really hoping Stiles says no; I'm not sure if he could survive the bite... "Would you like me to draw you a picture?" Peter stepped forward. "The first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed new a pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, and popular, watching him get the girl. You'd be equals. Or maybe more."

Stiles glanced over at me for help, but I shrug. It's his decision if he wants to. I'm not going to tell him he can't and he knows that. Peter grabbed Stiles' wrist gently, slowly bringing it up to his lips. "Yes or no?" Peter questioned, staring at Stiles. Before Peter could even sink his teeth into Stiles' wrist, Stiles pulls back, causing me to sigh in relief. Thank God.

"I don't want to be like you." Stiles seethed.

"Do you know what I heard just them?" Peter taunts. "Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I don't want". You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye, Stiles."

"Wait," I speak, walking towards Peter. "I'm coming with you."

"Go right ahead," Peter smirked. "I could use some bonding time with my niece." Yeah, right. We're not talking at all.

Stiles takes my hand before I go into the car. "Faya, think about what you're doing,"

I maintain eye contact with Stiles, pulling away from him. "I'm saving my brother. And if that means speaking a whole miserable half an hour with Peter alone, then so be it."

Stiles sighed nod, running a hand over his buzz-cut. "Just... Turn the music up. Loud."

I nodded my head and made my way into the passenger seat. I closed the door and buckled up. Peter turns on the car and I waved to Stiles as he reserves out from the car park, and I'm ignoring every one of my bones that's reminding me that there's a dead body in this car.

I do as Stiles says and turned up the music, loud, as we exit the building.

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We eventually make it to the Hale House. I began to tear up thinking about the awful memories that happened to this burnt down house.

"You don't have to come, Faya," Peter told me gently. I inhaled and shake my head.

"No. I'm saving my brother." I told him firmly as I exit the car.

"You're feisty, Faya," Peter spoke as he exited the car too. "You have that spark that no one else in the family does, not even your twin sister. You have some special and I would hate to see it go to waste."

"I'd rather it go to waste than use it with someone like you," I spat in annoyance. An arrow-like sound cuts me off and my eyes widen. Oh, God, it's already started. "It's starting. Peter? Peter!" I watched with wide eyes as Peter runs off, transforming into the big, ugly creature.

I grunt as I almost tripped up on my feet within the leaves as I heard a gunshot. No... No one can die tonight. I made my way towards the front of the house. Chris was standing to the side, Derek was on the ground in pain, Scott too. Allison was standing behind Kate Argent who stands there too.

I watched as the door to my house opens with a squeak at the door, making my stomach turn. "Allison, get back," Chris had demanded. Kate and Chris both aim their guns towards the door and Scott scrambled to his feet.

"What is it?" Allison had whimpered.

Scott glows his bright yellow eyes. "Its the Alpha."

I jumped back as the Alpha leaps across the front yard to a corner. All guns and claws whip to where he had gone. The Alpha circles us, making us looks like fools as we continuously turn around and around.

Chris was pushed over forcefully by the Alpha and Allison was dragged under her feet, falling to the ground. Scott was also pushed over, and I included. I groaned as I hit my back on the ground.

"Come on!" Kate yelled. She had turned around and there stands Peter. Peter gripped Kate's hand with the gun, and Kate starts to fire the gun but never at him. She lets out a cry when Peter breaks her arm and wraps a hand around her throat. He throws her all the way to the front entrance of the Hale House, letting out cries of pain as Peter drags her inside the house.

"No!" Allison cried out, jumping up and running into the house. I jumped up quickly and raced after the stupid brunette, following her inside. We walked into the burnt living room to see that Peter was holding Kate against her will, with his claws at her throat.

"She is beautiful, Kate." Peter admires Allison. "She looks like you. Probably not as damaged. So I'm going to give you a chance to save her. Apologise. Look right into my niece's eyes and apologise." Allison breaths heavily, and looks at her Aunt tearfully. "Say that you're sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years." I felt a huge lump at my throat, tears welling up in my eyes as Kate looks at me in the eyes. "Say it. And I'll let her live."

"I'm sorry," Kate breathed out, not breaking eye contact with me and I felt my heartbreak. All the memories she brought up about my family, the horrible memories... I let out a tiny whimper, covering my hand with my mouth. Kate gasps for air, and suddenly, Peter ripped out of her throat causing both of us to gasp.

Kate falls to the ground and I stood there frozen. I can't believe it... Kate Argent is dead. My body was filling with mixed emotions as Allison stared at her Aunt with wide eyes and tears streaming down her face.

Peter sighed. "I don't know about you, Allison, but that apology didn't sound very sincere." Peter takes a step towards Allison, giving her a look that could shake many. There was a growl beside us, I snapped my head towards Scott who stood there, fully transformed and growling at Peter.

I pushed myself in front of Allison as Peter cocked his head towards Scott. I heard another few footsteps, to my right was Derek himself, also fully transformed. "Run!" Scott spoke, his voice slightly destroyed.

Allison took that cue and ran, I ran behind her. I'm not sure why I'm trying to protect this girl... But she made me realise something. She's practically innocent, it was Kate who was trying to turn her into an evil killer. But without Kate, Allison's one of the kindest people you'll ever meet.

Allison and I ran outside, heaving in the fresh air. "Are you one of them, too?" Allison breathed out, tears still streaming down her face as she looked at me.

"Something like that, I'll explain later," I managed to get out as I started to hear the fights inside. "But for now, I'll protect you, I promise." Allison looked at me warily, before nodding and running over to her Dad.

"Dad. Dad, Dad!" She yelled as she shakes him awake. He was knocked out on the ground. "Please, Dad. Wake up." Chris doesn't wake up, which worries her. Then, Scott comes tumbling out from the house and Allison stares at him with wide eyes.

Peter, who had transformed into the Alpha, comes out behind Scott. My eyes widen as Peter had picked him up by the t-shirt. I looked over at the bow that sat on the ground and ran forward it. I skid on the ground, grabbing it easily. Allison saw what I was doing and caught it as soon as I threw it at her.

Scott had kicked off the Alpha and managed to get off, landing on the ground. The Alpha crashes into the house again. Behind me, I hear tires screeching and I looked over to see a Proche in view, and the person behind it honks.

My eyes widen as I watched Stiles, Josh, and Jackson emerge from the car. Stiles holds up a beacon of liquid chucks it straight towards Peter. Peter had caught it and I froze. It's the self-motolv cocktail.

"Oh, damn," Stiles muttered, I could hear he heart increase.

"Allison, now!" I demanded. She had gotten an arrow out of her sling bag. She aims it towards the beacon and fires. The beacon explodes all over Peter and my heart breaks slightly. I knew it had to be done, but it still hurts losing a family member. Peter is set to fire and is crying out in agony.

It only burns Peter's arm though, so, for good measure, Jackson throws the other beacon self-motolv cocktail; completely burning him. Peter lets out an angry roar, throwing his arms up in the air and making a big commotion out of it. I collapsed onto the ground, feeling the tears starting to burn in my eyes again.

Peter makes big steps towards Allison, but before he could even get close to her, Scott had jumped up and kicked Peter the opposite direction. Peter falls on the ground, causing the ground to burn around him, too. The flames on Peter dies down, as he fully transformed back into his human self.

I inhaled sharply when I saw the burns and bruises covered Peter's entire body. My eyes wandered over to Allison who walked over to Scott carefully and bends down to the ground to level with him. Scott turns away from her, but Allison puts her fingers under his chin and turned him back to look at her.

She slowly leant in and kissed him and Scott fully transforms back to his human side. Their kiss only lasted a second. "Why did you do that?" Scott had whispered.

"Because I love you," she whispered tenderly, staring deeply into Scott's eyes. Chris had finally woken up. His eyes dart around and land on Allison. Chris did not seem the slightest bit happy...

I watched as Derek walked out of the house in silences and walked towards Peter who was still slowly dying. Derek leans over him as Peter tried to gasp for air. Scott removes himself from Allison and walked closer to Derek and Peter.

"Wait!" Scott yelled. "You said that the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek. If you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family... What am I suppose to do?"

"You've... Already... Decided." Peter grunts out as Derek continued to stare at him. "I can smell it on you!"

Derek didn't hold back; he held up his hand, all of his claws are out and slashed Peter throat, killing him; ignoring Scott's pleads.

Derek then stood up and turned to us. He made eye contact with me, glowing his bright red Alpha eyes. Red... Looks different on him. I've only ever seen his blue eyes.

"I'm the Alpha now."

A/N

Huh! Season One has finally ended. I can't believe it's taken me months to finally finish season one... The hard season is over. I can finally move onto season two, which I'm excited about.

And also, Faya is a Queen for doing this in her red dress. Like, seriously, fighting in a dress? Literal queen. I mean, she had no choice, she couldn't change...

Season Two won't be uploaded until sometime next week, as I've yet to work on it. I have so many new ideas, new people to introduce.

Also, who do you ship Faya with and what relationship do you want to see grow?

Love you guys <3