"So we're just gonna go after him?" I asked in total shock as Scott practically shoved me into the back of Stiles' jeep. Literally thirty seconds ago Jackson a.k.a. Mister Kanima, just jumped off of our roof and disappeared into the night, Derek then ran after him- leaving Allison with the duty of taking Lydia home, while I somehow got drug along with Stiles and Scott. 

Stiles started up his jeep and peeled away from the curb- causing his tires to squeal loudly as he headed off down the road in the direction that Derek had just went. "Yes, we have to stop him before he kills someone else!" Scott panicked as he literally sat on the edge of the seat. 

"Now may not be the best time... but I do believe I earned the right to say that I told you so, like a thousand times... actually- nope, I told you so doesn't even begin to cover this... how about I have the right to say that I'm always right, and you should listen to me whenever I say something." I retorted as I sat back in the seat.

When it was discovered that Lydia wasn't the Kanima- I will admit that I did a slight fist bump, but then I was snapped back into reality and I had to focus on the fact that Jackson was the crazed lizard killing machine, and we had to try and stop him. Who know's what could happen if we just let him roam off alone all night. 

My brother sighed, "Kasey now really isn't the time for this."

"I'm just saying..." I pointed out, I loved being right. 

Stiles had driven to some parking garage looking place, it was abandoned and totally sketchy, I'm really not surprised that this is where Derek and the Kanima are at. Why wouldn't they lead us to somewhere so dark and dangerous? It's not like that would be the normal thing to do. My boyfriend then slammed on his breaks, causing me to jerk in the backseat- thank you seat-belt. "Now what do we do?" He asked in annoyance, before Scott could answer him he jumped out of the jeep and then scaled the chain link fence in front of us.

I sighed, "He really needs to stop doing that."

"Come on, we can maybe get around." Stiles stated as he climbed out of his jeep, I let out another sigh as I slid out of the backseat and out on to the concrete. It was super sketchy down here, and I could hear the Kanima hissing and Derek growling echoing off the walls. Well, at least we know they're here. 

Stiles then grabbed my hand as he maneuvered through the empty area, making his way around large concrete structures and old cardboard boxes that were deteriorating right before our eyes. "Why must we always get taken to sketchy places?" I asked in annoyance as I stepped over a large puddle. 

He chuckled, "You don't like it here? I personally think it's a rather romantic setting... just needs some lights, hardwood flooring... maybe some candles."

"Oh yeah, totally, because that would make this rundown sketchball so romantic." I retorted as I rolled my eyes at his sarcastic answer. 

We continued to walk through the seemingly empty place- and when we approached a backside of a building, I let out a sigh. We didn't find Scott or the Kanima and Derek, wait- never-mind. I see Scott, he is peeking around the corner, completely oblivious to Stiles and myself at the moment. Stiles walked over to him and grabbed his arm, completely freaking him out. 

"Ah!" He yelled as he turned around quickly with wide eyes. 

Stiles sucked in a breath, "Sorry, sorry. Did you see where he went?"

"No, I lost him." Scott muttered as he glanced back around the corner of the building. 

My boyfriend gave my brother a bewildered look, "What? You couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one," Scott replied. 

I nodded in understanding, it made sense. Jackson was like a human sized Lizard, and they don't seem like the type of creatures to be giving off any scent- due to their scales and cold-blooded-ness. I don't know much about Biology and all that, but it made sense. 

"Okay so do you have any idea where he is going?" I asked as I too glanced around the corner of the building, it appeared to be a club of some sort- there was a line of young adults, and a bouncer. We are at a club. Awesome. 

"To kill someone," Scott dead-panned. 

Stiles nodded, "Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Makes perfect sense now."

My brother turned to look at Stiles with a look of pure irritation, "What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense." 

I smiled softly at him, his sarcastic comments really do make my day sometimes. I mean, yes- sometimes they can get on my last nerve, but when I'm in a good mood I really enjoy listening to him make some sort of joke with his sarcasm... 

"Just help me find it." Scott said seriously.

I shook my head from side to side, "Not 'it', Jackson." 

"I know. I-I know, you don't need to keep pointing out that you were right, Kasey. I get it." My brother sighed. 

"Alright, but does he know that? Did anybody else see him back at your guys' house?" Stiles asked as he glanced in between Scott and myself. I honestly have no idea if our neighbors saw Jackson, I was a little to wrapped up in the fact that Derek and his pack had tried to kill Lydia and they broke into my house, aw man. We didn't fix the furniture before we left... 

Scott shrugged, "I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway." 

"Yeah, and that's the thing. How did he pass the test?" Stiles asked as he gestured around with his hands. 

I bit at my bottom lip, "Maybe it's like an either-or thing? Like when Jackson is... well, Jackson it still hurts him."

Stiles nodded, "Yeah, yeah that makes sense. Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by it's own venom, right? When's the Kanima not the Kanima?"

"When it's Jackson..." Scott said as it finally dawned on him.

Hmm, pretty sure I said that already too. Not trying to brag or anything, but I am really starting to turn up with the whole figuring things out aspect of our lives. I am giving Stiles a run for his money, lovely. 

"Uh... dude." Stiles said quietly as his grip on my hand tightened immensely. I winced slightly at the bone crushing hold he had on me and glanced up to where he was pointing- only to see the tail of the Kanima slipping through an opening at the top of the building. 

Scott's eyes widened, "He's going inside."

"What's he gonna do in there? Find a hot girl Kanima to hook up with and then take back to his place?" I retorted. 

Stiles snorted at my remark, but Scott only glared at me. Okay, clearly Scott does not find things humorous in stressful situations. Mental note has been made...

"I know who he's after," My brother said quickly.

My boyfriend gawked at him, "What? How? Did you smell something?"

"Armani."

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After Scott explained the whole Armani thing, we headed to the side door of the club- since we obviously couldn't get in the normal way. Apparently Scott had like tackled Danny before and he smelled his aftershave and it was Armani, and about thirty seconds ago he caught a whiff of it and so that leads us to now; my boyfriend trying to pull open a locked door. 

"Aw come on! Alright, maybe there's like, a, uh-- like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of..." I watched in amusement as Scott ripped the door handle off and place it in Stiles' hands, "handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

Scott wasted no time in making his way through the door after that, Stiles just let out a sigh as he dropped the detached handle to the ground. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep myself from laughing as I followed him through the door and into the club. The bass of the music was shaking the walls, and when we actually entered the club- my eyes widened. 

Every. Single. Person. Is. A. Guy. 

Literally, there are about two hundred guys in this room, some are dancing on poles- or hanging from like silk from the ceilings. Most of them are in this sort of mosh pit though, with their hands in the air while the red and green lasers flash around the club. 

"Dude, everyone in here is a dude! I think we're in a gay club." Scott called over the music. 

"Man, nothing get's past those keen werewolf senses huh Scott?" Stiles retorted from behind me, I turned around and saw several drag queens behind him, rubbing at his arms and the top od his head. 

I let out a laugh as he awkwardly pushed their hands away and walked over to me, glancing over his shoulder with wide eyes as the drag queens started to whistle at his backside. "Well- at least you're getting some attention from gay guys, they think you're attractive." I laughed loudly as he tugged me away from his admirer's.

Scott led the way to the bar and as soon as we were at the red wooden counter Stiles smacked it and smiled, "Two beers."

"I.D.'s?" The bartender asked, Stiles and Scott quickly slammed their driver's license's on the counter, the bartender glanced at them before laughing to himself, "How about two coke's? You want anything sweetheart?" He asked as he glanced at me. 

I nodded, "Sure, a coke would be awesome thanks."

"A rum and a coke? Sure." Stiles replied with a wave of his hand. 

The bartender raised an eyebrow at my boyfriend questioningly, "Actually a coke's fine, I'm driving anyway." Stiles muttered as he dug his wallet out of his pocket. 

Another guy, this one was shirtless and had dirty blonde hair, brought the three drinks over- as he sat them down he glanced at Scott, "That one's paid for." I glanced over his shoulder to see a guy that was also shirtless winking at my brother, I grinned as I grabbed my coke and took a sip of it. 

Stiles rolled his eyes as he set the money for our drinks on the counter, Scott was smirking as he took a drink of his paid for beverage by Mister hottie on the other side of the bar. "Oh shut up," Stiles muttered. 

"I didn't say anything," Scott chuckled as he swiveled around on the stool. 

"Yeah, well, your face did." He muttered as he angrily sipped at his drink. 

I smiled to myself as I watched the guys in the pit dance, they were really working it. I wish I knew how to club dance, I can hardly dance at all. Maybe I can ask Danny to give me some lessons, or would that be weird? Oh, you know what- he probably already thinks I'm a weirdo so there isn't much else I can do to change that. 

"Thanks for buying me a drink," I said to Stiles as I turned to face him, he was smiling at me- he had already been looking at me before I turned around. The minute he realized I had caught him staring his face flushed slightly, and he swallowed nervously. 

"It's fine... I mean, you're welcome." He stammered as he quickly took another drink of his coke. I couldn't help but chuckle at his behaviour before I glanced back out on to the dance floor- "Oh, I found Danny." I stated as I pointed at him, he was dancing with a guy in the center of the pit. 

Scott sucked in a breath, "And I found Jackson."

I looked up, and sure enough there he was, crawling on the ceiling heading towards the middle of the room. Oh that isn't good, will he just drop down in the middle of all of this? Even when there are this many people around that could see him?

"Get Danny," Scott instructed Stiles and I.

Stiles glanced at my brother nervously, "What're you gonna do?"

Scott then allowed his claws to extend and he began to walk into the group of guys, "Works for me. Let's go." 

I grabbed on to Stiles' arm as he started to make his way towards Danny, but it seemed like every time we took a step towards him- he would move farther away. More and more guys were bumping into me, and I was losing my grip on Stiles' arm, oh this isn't good. I am entirely too claustrophobic for this. 

"Danny!" Stiles called as he tried to push through a wall of guys, he managed to get through them but they closed the small space in between them before I could get through. I no longer have Stiles leading me through this insane cluster of people, great. I tried to shove my way through the crowd, but I am only 5''4 and 128 pounds- I am no match for a large mass of muscles up guys. Great, this is just great. 

The music was getting louder, and I couldn't hear Stiles' voice anymore. Awesome, I feel like I got pushed in a totally different direction and now I'm just being bumped around like a rag doll. Smoke form the machines on the ceiling started to fill the area, and it made my heart beat increase dramatically. I can't see anything but the bright red and purple lasers that are penetrating the smoke, and more and more guys are roughly bumping into me. 

People then started screaming and frantically pushing each other out of the way, I was shoved to the ground harshly. I landed on my hands and knees- right beside Danny! Holy crap! "Danny!" I yelled as I started to shake his shoulders, he wasn't moving and he had his eyes fixed on the ceiling. There was a line of bodies all laying on the floor that were paralyzed, what did Jackson do? 

"Kasey?!"

I looked around quickly as Stiles' voice rang in my ears, I can't seem to pick him out from the mass of people. I pushed myself to my feet and started to search for him, and instead of finding him- I bumped into Derek. "What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted as he shoved past me and started looking for someone- I had a feeling it was Jackson. 

Ugh, I don't have time to deal with him right now. I need to find Stiles and Scott, so we can find Jackson before Derek does. I continued to push my way through the people quickly, trying to find my boyfriend. A pair of arms wrapped around me from behind and I jumped quickly at the touch, as I turned around I realized it was Stiles who had grabbed me. Thank god. 

"What happened? You just disappeared?" He asked me quickly as he started to tug me towards the exit- Jackson must have ran out. 

"I got separated, sorry." I replied quickly as we pushed the door open that we had originally came in through. As we hopped down on to the street, I noticed a trail of black goo leading down towards the cars. Stiles and I both followed it until it led us straight to Jackson's limp and naked body, laying on the street. Scott was crouched down beside him looking at us frantically, "What do we do with him now?"

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"Oh my god. I-I can't sit back here with him, he has blood all over him- I think I'm gonna pass out." I complained as I tried to distance myself from Jackson's limp body, he was laying on the ground in the jeep, and I happened to be stuck in the back with him. 

Stiles was sitting in the drivers seat watching Scott grill Danny for some answers, "Kasey, don't pass out. That would be the last thing we need."

"Well excuse me for being repulsed by the fact that he is laying here covered in blood, with just my jacket to cover up his manhood!" I snapped as I pulled my legs up on to the seat, watching Jackson wearily. 

He was just laying there, breathing in and out slowly. At least he isn't dead, now that would have been just plain awful to deal with. But I guess dealing with his naked and unconscious ass is the second worst possible thing that could have happened this evening... lucky me. 

Scott then yanked the door open and sid into the seat, "I didn't get anything from Danny."

"Okay, can we just get the hell outta here now, before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles asked quickly as he started up his jeep. 

And before he could pull out of the parking spot, his dad's cruiser came flying into the scene-parking literally right in front of us. Oh, what luck we have. "Oh my god. Oh my god. Could this get any worse?" He panicked as he slammed his hands down on the steering wheel.

Jackson then started to make a weird noise and stirred slightly, "That was rhetorical!" Stiles snapped as he whipped around to glare at him. 

"Just... just go get rid of him," Scott said quickly. 

Stiles scoffed, "Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene, and he's the Sheriff."

"Just... babe please, try." I said quietly. Stiles turned around and looked at me, something in his eyes told me that he was so not expecting me to call him babe, especially in front of Scott. That's the second time I've said it, the first time... it just slipped, but this time I was hoping that it could possibly boost his self-esteem enough to get out there and try to get his dad to believe what lie he could spin. 

He nodded slowly before quickly climbing out of the jeep, slamming the door loudly before he walked up to his dad. Scott turned around to look at me in confusion, "Babe?" He questioned.

I sighed, "Scott seriously, now is so not the time-"

"What's going on... where am I?" Jackson mumbled as he tried to sit up. My eyes widened as I pushed his shoulders back down so he remained out of the line of sight from Sheriff Stilinski. The last thing he needs to see is a naked and bloody Jackson in the back of Stiles jeep, that would cause so many more problems. 

Scott glanced over his shoulder to check on Stiles before turning back to Jackson, "Shhh, Jackson be quiet."

He made another weird noise before he flopped his head on to my leg, I froze in place as I suppressed the urge to gag. He was getting blood all over my pants, oh this is just freaking fantastic. Seriously what is it with people and getting blood or in Derek Hale's case, black vomit like gunk, on my pants? It's like I'm destined to not have a pair of clean jeans. 

"Since when do you call him babe?" Scott demanded as he locked his brown eyes that mirrored my own with mine. Oh this is so not the time to be having this discussion.

I sighed, "I thought you were totally okay with us dating? You haven't said anything up until this point."

"Yeah well that's because you weren't calling him babe! That's kind of a serious thing, Kasey." His voice was getting louder- and of course it once again woke Jackson back up.

He attempted to sit back up again as he started asking more questions, "What am I doing here? Why are you here?" He mumbled. 

Scott groaned, "Jackson I'm sorry." He then punched him in the face, knocking him out cold. 

"So now that makes me the only one that hasn't punched Jackson yet," I mused as I scooted over on the seat so I was farther away from him. Luckily my jacket a bit baggy so he covered his lower region up all the way. If I had to sit back here knowing that his penis was practically looking at me, I would fling myself out the back window.

"Don't change the subject, Kasey. How serious are you two?" Scott asked again, this time sounding like the over protective big brother that he hasn't been in quite a while. 

Okay, this was a weird question. How serious are Stiles and I? We both have admitted to being in love with each other, but Scott already knew that Stiles was in love with me- he was the one who threw it in my face after all. But we haven't really done anything too intimate, other than the occasional kiss that lasts for quite some time and tends to get a tad bit heated so it border lines on being a make-out session. But that's it. 

"Um, ya know that's a good question... and I would love to answer it, but seeing as now isn't really the best time to dive into mine and Stiles romantic history, I think I'll pass on explaining it to you." I mumbled awkwardly as I watched Stiles and his dad talk. He needs to hurry up and save me from this interrogation. 

Scott groaned, "Kasey just answer the freaking question."

"I'm in love with him," I blurted out quickly- I guess my subconscious wanted Scott to know my exact feeling for his best friend. It feels weird talking to him about this, mostly because it's Stiles that we're talking about. Stiles is his best friend, and I just told him that I'm in love with him. For as long as I can remember it's always been Stiles and Scott, Scott and Stiles... and now, well now it's starting to become Stiles and Kasey, Kasey and Stiles... and I don't know how my brother is going to take that...

His eyes widened as he just stared at me in stunned silence, and of course that happened to be the exact moment that Stiles got into the jeep. He was grinning as he re-started his jeep and started to drive away from the club, "Okay, we're free to go--oh, what did I miss? What happened?" Stiles asked quickly as he picked up on the awkward situation taking place in the vehicle. 

"Nothing, nothing happened. Scott punched Jackson, that's all." I replied quickly as I shot Scott a look, telling him to keep his mouth shut. But, he didn't look all that happy. He glanced at Stiles and I felt my stomach drop... oh no.

My brother let out a shaky breath before speaking, "Stiles- I swear to god if you ever do anything to hurt Kasey- and I mean anything-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, what the hell are you talking about? I would never hurt her, you know that!" Stiles snapped as he jerked the steering wheel. I slid across the backseat and my leg bumped Jackson again. Ew. 

"He's just being stupid, ignore him." I cut Scott off from saying something else that I knew would cause an argument. I glared at him as I tried to keep the images of finding one of those freaking wolfsbane bullets to shoot him with from over taking my brain. Why is he acting like this? 

Stiles cleared his throat, "Anyway what are we going to do with Jackson? Can we take him to your house?"

"Not with our mom there, no. She is probably already going to rip our heads off when she see's the living room all trashed thanks to Isaac's little surprise visit." I said with a sigh.

"We need to take him somewhere, where we can hold him long enough to figure out what to do with him. Or long enough to convince him he's dangerous." Scott said as he ran his hands over his face before letting out a sigh. Thank god he finally calmed the hell down. 

Stiles turned his head to the side slightly, "I still say we just kill him."

"We're not killing him!" Scott snapped. 

"God! Okay, okay.... I got an idea." My boyfriend said quickly, and I could practically see his face lighting up in the rear-view mirror. 

I let out a sigh, "Does it involve breaking the law yet again?"

"By now, don't you think that's a given?" He replied with a smile. 

"Just trying to be a bit optimistic," I muttered. 

He chuckled, "Don't bother."

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Over protective Scotty! How fun, aha. I am freaking exhausted and have been attempting to get this chapter written all day. Anyway- hope you enjoyed it! Be sure to fan, vote, and comment if you did! I love hearing what you all have to say! xx