𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

"𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 

𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦? "

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╰┈˚ · ° .    THE SILENCE THAT STRETCHED IN THE CAR WAS absolutely thick with tension and secrets. Allison and I had separated from Scott and Alec, while they followed after the Kanima, the both of us decided to take Lydia home.

We parked in front of the Martin's house, guilt was eating away my insides. I knew that the time for the lies was over but the truth was probably going to cost me my best friend.

Allison turned towards Lydia. She took a breath before starting to talk. "I need you to promise that you won't say anything about what just happened."

"I'll promise not to say anything about what just happened if you two can tell me what the hell just happened." Lydia said. Fear and anger mixed in her eyes as switched at looking between both Allison and I

"It's kind of complicated." I said quietly without making eye contact

"Well, how 'bout you start with why was your cousin there? Or where Jackson went, or what is wrong with Erica?" None of us said anything at her questions making the strawberry blonde anger flare "Oh, do you two need a minute to come up with a plausible lie?"

"Part of the reason why I'm asking is because Scott and I aren't supposed to be seeing each other, okay? So, it's better if you just keep what you know to yourself." Allison tone altering as her annoyance rose

"Fine. I'll keep what I know about you and your boyfriend... which is nothing... to myself." She didn't even look my way before starting to open her door. But I saw it, the betrayal in her eyes.

"Hey." Before Lydya could get out Allison stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. "He's not just my boyfriend. You get that, right?"

"Let me go."

"Just for one second, please, try and remember..."

"Remember what?" Lydia snapped losing her patience

Eyes shining with emotion Allison talked "Remember what it feels like. All of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall, and you cannot breathe until you're with him. Or those times in class when you... you can't stop looking at the clock because you know that he's standing right out there waiting for you. Don't you remember what that's like?"

And all I could think as I heard her words was that in some way I knew that feeling, because now I only wanted to crawl under the covers of my bed next to Alec. I didn't want to see the look of betrayal in my best friend's eyes. Alec was madness and chaos and obsession, and I needed him like I needed the oxygen to live.

Lydia was good at faking her emotions but I saw how her eyes saddened and chin trembled slightly as she answered "No."

"What do you mean, 'no'? You've had boyfriends."

"None like that." Lydia said before she exited the car

Allison's eyes welled with unshed tears as she looked at the space where our friend had been just seconds before. I opened the car door and walked after Lydia.

"Wait" I said "Lydia"

"What do you want?" She said not even stopping her quick walk towards her house. I gently grabbed her arm, making her stop and finally making her look at me "What lie do you want to say?"

I hesitated making her scoff. And the first time in my life, I was sure that I was going to lose my best friend. My heart felt like it was going to pulverize in my chest. And once again, that little voice in the back of my head whispered how she was going to leave me. And the truth was that I probably deserve it.

"I'm sorry" I said in a whisper "I'm so sorry, Lydia. You deserve to know the truth. About what happened tonight, about everything, I just... Please just not now. I will tell you everything, I swear." Tears streamed down my eyes that I didn't even notice I had shed.

Her eyes slightly bloodshot as she too cried silently "You know, I always knew that you were hiding something about yourself, but I waited. I know that there are a lot of things that happen around you that do not make sense."

I widen my eyes. I had never thought that she had noticed something. Fear made my heart beat even faster "And you never said anything?" I asked confused

"I wanted you to tell me when you were ready because you wanted to. Not because you were obligated to" She smiled sadly through her tears.

I was frozen in shock, not even making a movement to stop her when she started to walk again.

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𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐜'𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐯

╰┈˚ · ° .   Stiles' jeep went definitely higher than the speed limit as we chased after the Kanima, or well, Jackson. As he continued to drive I noticed a spike strip.

"Stop the car!" I yelled at Stiles who just in time hitted the break.

"What do we do now?" The human asked but Scott didn't wait and jumped out of the car, me following closely after him.

We ran and ran tracking down Jackson, gunshots rang in distance making me know that the Argent were there too. I surpassed Scott, not waiting for him. I arrived at the scene just in time to see the Kanima throw Chris Argent against a column.

I half transformed into my wolf form. Claws and fangs and shadows surrounded my body, I attacked. Using tendrils of shadows, I wrapped them around his arms and legs and tail. They kept him from moving even if he continued to fight against their hold. I used my claws to slash him everywhere I could, but he was strong, very strong. The shadow wrapped around one of his arms started to lose its hold by the sheer strength that he was using against it. Controlling the shadows required a big amount of energy and effort. It wasn't easy. He freed his hand, he clawed at me but I jumped back in time before he could pierce my skin. That moment helped him to fight against the strain of the tendril of pure darkness. He attacked again and again. I pared his attacks one after the other. My clawed hand raised when I saw the opportunity and with strength I brought it down digging into his chest. My claws only slightly pierced the skin. Where it shouldn't have been an open wound bleeding heavily, the scale covered skin was only lightly scratched. My moment of surprise cost me my focus on the shadows. The kanima broke free and in a quick movement, it threw me to the ground next to the Argent man.

The door of the car opened and Gerald Argent exited with all the calm in the world. Not even a bit panicked. I couldn't even feel a bit of fear from him. The kanima approached him but before he could move further near the older Argent, Scott finally arrived and threw the Kanima away from the hunter. The two exchanged a weird look before Scott ran to me and helped me up. And then we both followed after Jackson once again.

We ended up behind a building, I could hear the music blasting from inside.

"Now what?" I asked Scott. Before he could answer me I smelled the now familiar scent of Stiles nearing us.

The Stilinski boy touched Scott shoulder making the werewolf jump in fright

"Sorry, I'm sorry." Stiles apologies. I couldn't suppress the snickers. "Did you see where he went?"

"We lost him." Scott replied still trying to catch his breath

"What? You couldn't catch his scent?"

"I don't think he has one." Scott said

"All right, any clue where he's going?"

At that I couldn't help but sarcastically say "To kill someone."

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

"We have claws and fangs too." I pointed out.

"He is right" Scott said before looking at his best friend in disbelief

"What? Come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"Just help us find it."

"Not 'it.' Jackson." Stiles clarified

"Yeah, I know."

"Next time you might want to listen to the witch when she says that she just knows something" I commented with an eye roll "Nature knows all and all that bullshit. Her senses are different from werewolves one"

"We will make a point to remember that in the future" Stiles nodded before going back to the previous topic "All right, but does he know that? Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

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

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?" Stiles asked

Something in my mind sparkled "Hex" I whispered

"What does Lizzie's familiar have to do with what we are talking about?"

"Hex has venom too. The only person who is immune to it is Elizabeth because familiars are bonded to their witch with magic. Almost like they share the same DNA. Elizabeth is immune because they share the same magic, like they are one and the same. And a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom."

"Did you just call your girlfriend a snake?" Scott asked confused probably not really understanding my conversation

"I called her in far worse ways but that is not the point." I answered him. Then I asked the question "When's the Kanima not the Kanima?"

Stiles' eyes widened as he realized what I was trying to imply "When it's Jackson."

"Uh... guys." Stiles said a bit panicked. His eyes looked upwards. Scott and I moved next to him in time to see the kanima enter the building from a window "See that?"

"He's inside."

"Way to point out the obvious, Scott" I commented with a tired sigh

"What's he gonna do in there?"

Scott looked forward with eyes widened "I know who he's after."

"What, how? How? Did you smell something?"

"Armani."

Looking at the direction his eyes pointed, I saw Danny. Jackson's best friend.

"Well alright, Jackson for sure is not going to win the award for the best best friend."

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╰┈˚ · ° .  We founded a back door, one that Stiles tried unsuccessfully to open

"Aw, come on." He complained "All right, maybe there's, like, a, uh... like, a window we could climb through, or some kind of..." Tired of hearing his words I just forced our way through. I handed him the broken handle making him continue his monologue in a sarcastic manner "Handle that we could rip off with supernatural strength. How'd I not think of that one?"

Different laser lights lightened the club with the music that blasted through the air. People on the dance floor danced and grinded against each other while they sipped their cocktails. Well, only males were present.

"Dude, everyone in here's a dude." Scott commented as he noticed the people "I think we're in a gay club."

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles sarcastically replied. He was literally surrounded by drag queens.

Looking around us, I noticed Danny's whereabouts "The bar" I said to the other two. Not waiting for them I walked to the bar. Showing the Bartender my fake I.D I ordered a shot of vodka. I couldn't get drunk but still...

The other two soon followed.

"Two beers." Stiles excitedly asked to the bartender

The guy brought me my shot. Paying for it I quickly drown it.

"I.D.S." The guy said to Stiles and Scott. The two best friends gave him their true I.D.S.

I really wanted to laugh at their naivety.

"How 'bout two cokes?" The bartender said

"Rum and coke? Sure." Stiles excitedly asked, dancing at the beat of the music. "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

"You two are dumb as fuck" I laughed

Another bartender brough two drinks "That one's paid for." he said at Scott while nodding at another guy at the other side of the bar

Scott smiled at his friend, "Oh, shut up." Stiles said

"I didn't say anything."

"Yeah, well, your face did."

My eyes scanned the crowd while I listened to the two banters with each other "I found Danny." I said

"I found Jackson." Scott added

While Stiles called for Danny, Scott and I followed the kanima. Guys started to fall on the floor one after the other paralyzed from the venom. But through the fog emitted by the machine, red brilliant scarlett eyes glowed.

"No, don't!" Scott yelled but Derek didn't listen. He brought his clawed hand down and slashed the kanima's throat.

Hisses and screeches of pain escaped Jackson's fangs filled mouth as he clutched his throat. After that he quickly ran away. Panic followed as people started to notice the fallen men on the dance floor but I was too focused on following after Jackson.

Scott and I both followed the black blood trail until we found the boy transformed back to human. He was passed out and covered in blood between cars.

Kneeling next to Jackson, Scott looked at us "What do we do with him now?"

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╰┈˚ · ° .   "Couldn't get anything out of Danny." Scott said as he entered inside Stiles's jeep. Finding me in the passenger seat he sended me a glare and with difficulty, he climbed behind moving Jackson's legs so he could sit.

"Okay, can we just get the hell outta here now, before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles anxiously said

"Yes, that is a good idea" I mumbled massaging my temples. I really wanted a shower, some food and cuddling with my girlfriend right now.

Sirens sounded in the air as the sheriff car approached the scene.

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could this get any worse?" Stiles panicked. Jackson in his sleeping stared groaned "That was rhetorical."

"Get rid of him." Scott said

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

"Do something."

Glaring at his friend, Stiles climbed out of the car

"What's... what's going on?" Jackson sleepy mumbled

"Jackson, Jackson, be quiet." Scott told him pushing him down again

As the Sheriff talked with his son, Jackson continued to moan and mumble. If he continued that way, we for sure would be discovered.

"Jackson, be quiet!" Scott whispered-shouted at the boy. But as he didn't seem to stop, Scott's panicked eyes turned to me "What do we do?"

I rolled my eyes noticing when the Sheriff was looking elsewhere and quickly punched Jackson in the face making him pass out. That felt very good to do.

"Now he is quite" I grumbled turning once again forward

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╰┈˚ · ° .  The two best friends had come up with a very not so smart plan for Jackson. Me, on the other hand, I told Stiles to drop me off at Scott's house where my bike was still parked.

For a second, once I had straddled my bike, I had a thought of going to Elizabeth's house. But still, I gripped the handlers tighter and drove my bike back to my apartment complex. Sleep clouded my mind so much that I didn't even notice the scent of forest and wild flowers until I saw her. She sat on the floor of the hallway, her back resting against the wall in front of the door of my apartment. As always, a sketchbook was in her lap and pencil in her hand. When Elizabeth drew, she was not so stiff anymore. Her green eyes were gentler, not hard and glaring, and her head was tilted slightly to the right. She was softer when she was immersed in her art, not so jaded and sharp. Watching her being so focused on her drawing that she didn't even notice me, made a gentle smile form on my tired face.

"Hello, little witch." I said softly. Not that it matters. At the sound of my voice she jumped, her heart beating faster in her chest

"Oh my gods, I almost had a heart attack" She said with a glare

I smiled amusedly at her "Would you like to tell me what are you doing in the middle of the night sitting in front of my door drawing?" I asked

She rose from the ground and avoiding eye contact she mumbled softly "I wanted to see you"

I smirked as I passed her to stay in front of the door "Can you say it louder? I don't think I understood you."

"Yes, of course," She said more boldly. "I'm here because you said that you can't sleep well alone." That was not was I expected her to say

"Good move, amore. I give you that" I said as I opened the door but I stood in front of it not making her pass "But I want you to say it."

She glared harshly at me, for a second I even thought that she was going to light me on fire and turn around. "I had a shitty night. I'm almost sure I just lost my best friend for all the secrets that I'm keeping from her. Then, she admitted that she already knew that there was something different about me. Lydia knew and never asked for an answer because she wanted me to tell her when I was ready. I feel like the shittiest friend and I'm sure Allison is not faring that good as well. I was worried about you since you followed after Jackson, that apparently is the Kanima. And I'm tired and I want my boyfriend. Is it good enough, demon?"

I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her to my chest. I inhaled her scent making my entire being soften "Fuck yes. I thought I was going to need to sneak in your room" I cupped her cheeks and kissed her. "Now, why do I smell incense in the hallway?" I asked with a chuckle as we both entered my apartment. It was a beautiful apartment, one that was my mother's house before she married my father. She had renovated this during the years as we would use it everytime we would come to Beacon Hills. It had an open space living room and kitchen. Two bedrooms and two bathrooms. It was a beautiful apartment. On the walls were still photos of my mother and our family together. It always felt like a second home, now though, it was just cold.

"Because your house needs a ward" She answered while looking around. "I'm creating a spell that allows you and only who you want in but I still need time for that, so I made a simple ward spell bag for your door in the meantime."

"You did a ward spell bag for me?" I asked, confused, making her nod.

"Yes, you place it on top of the door. I just need a drop of your blood to activate it. Whenever someone else needs to enter, you have to take it off the door and then putting it back there for making it work again" She explained

Then I remembered. Creating spells was not something easy. "Wait, wait, wait. Did you just say that you are creating a spell? For me?"

"Yes" She said as it was no problem

"Do I remember wrong or that is like something very difficult and that not many witches can achieve"

She avoided eye contact, her eyes scanning the photo filled walls. I was right. "You are not a witch meaning a normal ward is useless. You wouldn't being able to change the will of it to let other people in if you wanted"

I walked behind her, caging her against my body "You are creating a spell so I can be safe in my house?" I whispered in her ear

Her breath hitched "Yes" She said "I don't like knowing that any hunter could force they're way here. Or any creature. Or even just a human"

I couldn't help how my heart melted for her, how my soul cried for hers or my shadows wanted to reach her. I couldn't help but fall in love with her even more. "What do I need to do to activate that spell bag?" I asked

She took a black velvety pouch from her bag, I could smell the different herbs in there. "I just need a drop of your blood," She said, opening the pouch.

With my claw I pricked my point finger and I let the drop of blood fall into the pouch.

"Sigillum et satus" She whispered. The pouch closed and with that her spell was complete. She gave it to me and I didn't waste a second to put it on top of the door.

"Come on." I said, leading her towards my room. A black and gray decorated bedroom. Her eyes landed on the photo on my nightstand. Of course that would be the first thing that she would notice. A photo of the winter formal where we danced to the slow song. It was before I had freaked out by how much I actually had liked her and ran away from her. Something that I promised to never do again. Probably something that I would never be able to do again.

"You have it on your night stand" She stated

"Yes, I asked the photographer of the school to see the photos that he took that night and I found that." I answered even if she hadn't said it as a question. I came behind her and placed my hands on her waist as I looked at the photo in her hand from over her shoulder. "And there are some of your drawings that I stole from your room on my desk." I added unabashedly. "I honestly would like a portrait of you, thank you very much" I wasn't ashamed to say that I was whipped.

"You are joking, are you?"

"No, amore. I'm not joking" I said while taking the framed photo and placing it back on my nightstand "I can't draw for shit so you need to do your own portrait. Actually made by you is even better."

"You stole my drawings?" She asked. She so confused that it was hilarious

"Yes I stole your drawings. One, you made them. Two, you are honestly a very talented artist." Those were my reasons. I didn't even actually need to have the second one, the fact that she had made it was enough for me. I took a shirt from my drawer and offered it to her "Now change because we are both tired and you promised me cuddles."

She smirked at me, taking the shirt from my hand. I unabashedly watched as she tripped down to her underwear. My shirt was oversized on her. It arrived at her mid thigh and my scent enveloped her like a blanket. She then sat down on the bed and continued to smirk. Her hands sneaked under the shirt and within seconds her bra was off "Your turn" She said

I took a pair of gray sweatpants from the drawer not once stopping smirking. My eyes were hooded as we maintained eye contact as I took off my shoes and socks. My jacket, hoodie and shirt, and finally my jeans until I was only in my underwear where it was clear the outline of my hardening dick. Her eyes felt like fire on me as she swept down my body. If we continued like this it was for sure that we would not sleep. I huffed out an annoyed breath and put on my sweatpants. "Next time, little witch" I grumbled.

When we got under the covers, I brought her literally half of her on top of me. My head was buried in the crook of her neck, her scent the only thing that I could smell. With soft whispers I told her what had happened after we had separated and she did the same. We fell asleep soon after that and I could only think of one thing. This apartment was not so cold anymore but it wasn't my home. She was. Elizabeth Hale was my home.

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˗ˏˋ 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ˊˎ˗

Hello everyone!

In this chapter we have more of Alec's POV. I thought it fitted better this way, honestly. I hope you enjoyed it.

Elizabeth and Alec>>> I love them with all my heart. They are so cute, I can't.

Anyways, thank you for reading this chapter, I'll see you on Saturday!

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