I lean onto the locker next to Scott as he digs around in his. I let out a sigh and wait for any form of reaction from the werewolf, but I get none. I let out a slightly louder sigh, but still Scott continues to dig deeper into his locker.
This time, I let out a cough louder than any sigh, and hold back a laugh as Scott bumps his head on the metal before turning to me.
"Ow, thank you. What's up?" I cringe lightly, thinking over my next few sentences.
"So, I overheard you telling Stiles stuff about Deaton," He raises a confused eyebrow and I hold back an eye roll. "You know, how Deaton knows a little more about someone's sharp teeth and claws."
His eyes widen in realization and he nods quickly, "Yeah, he helped me heal after I got in that fight with Derek. He knew about me..not sure to what extent though." At this point, Scott is digging through his mess of a locker once again. I attempt to use his distracted state to my advantage.
"So, you don't know..what exactly he knows?" I hold my breath, but apparently, my plan isn't going exactly like I wanted it to.
Scott's head slowly reemerges from his locker, "No...why are you asking about this?"
I let a laugh that is just a little too loud, "Just keeping updated and in the loop," I reach over and punch his arm, but I grimace when my knuckles sting just a bit after. "Gotta know who knows what, about you know who."
His eyes squint just the slightest as he takes in my facial expression.
Liar.
I take step back as the word enters my head. I shake it slightly waiting for it to repeat or another word to be said, but nothing comes. Scott's face turns to one of concern and he takes a step closer. I jump lightly when his hand rest on my shoulder, helping me keep balanced.
"Whoa, Abby, you okay? What happened?" I blink rapidly, clearing my head from the strange voice before sending Scott a forced smile. I take a step back and let his hand fall from me.
"Yeah, just got a little light headed for a second. I, uh, didn't have time to really eat today. No need to worry," I turn to walk away, but trying to seem less suspicious, I turn to face him once more, "I'll catch you later tonight. Your lacrosse game, I'll be there."
I turn to leave one last time, and even if Scott had said something in response, I didn't hear it.
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I push open the door as quietly as possible, but the ding noise gives away my presence immediately. I take roughly three steps inside, before the sound of another's come from in front of me.
"I'm sorry, but I'm about to be clos-oh," I watch as Deaton steps into the room completely, and his eyes race up to meet mine. I notice the slight look of surprise on his face and a little bit of a guarded defense come over him. "Abigail Argent. What can I do for you?"
I nervously rub my hands together in front of me and take a deep breath, "I don't want to cause any trouble or anything. I just.."I let out a sigh and close my eyes briefly.
"You want my help."
My eyes snap open at his words and I blink rapidly. I slowly shake my head in surprise and take a small, light step forward, "How did you know that?"
He lets out a light laugh and sends me a small smile, "I know some of the things that go on in this town, Abigail. You getting bit by Peter Hale is one of them."
I let a brief and dry laugh, "Really? I honestly would have never assumed." He nods along with my words before shrugging.
"No one does," He opens the little gate doorway leading to the back room, before nodding his head in that direction. "It's not safe to talk out here, I can try my best to help you."
I hesitate briefly, but something inside sparked up a feeling of trust and I slowly move forward to follow him into the back room. I notice the metal table in the middle and all of the metal medical cabinets around the room filled with supplies.
He leans his back on the biggest table in the middle, turning to me, "Now, what is it exactly you need help with?"
I let out a small gust of air from my nose and think over the problems I've been experiencing since that night. The dreams, the voices, the hallucinations, and I can probably go on and on.
"So many things," I take a breath and let my thoughts gather for a second before continuing. "So many things have happened since I got bit and I don't understand any of them. I'm not a werewolf, I'm not like Scott, and I..I can't help, but feel like I should dead."
Deaton looks down from my sorrow filled face and his eyes wonder to the linoleum flooring below us. "No, Abigail, that's not necessarily true. There are other possible outcomes for your scenario. It's not always just bite, death, or werewolf."
I look to him confused and let my head shake slightly, "I know there are other, things, out there, but I didn't know they could happen from an alpha bite," I let his words try to settle, but my mind is already running rapid. "So, what does that mean? How am I..how am I supposed to just figure myself out? Am I just supposed to take a Buzzfeed quiz that tells me my supernatural creature?"
Deaton steps forward and rests his hands gently on both of my shoulders calmly, "No, you're going to tell me everything abnormal that has happened to you since Peter bit you, and then you're going to have to give me some time to do some looking."
I nod slowly, "I get that..thank you. You really don't have to do this. I appreciate it, more than you'll ever know," I turn to see a chair behind me and move to take a seat. "Man, you'd think they'd make a book or something for these situations."
Bestiary.
I hesitate for a second as the word rings through my mind. This time, the voice doesn't scare me, it intrigues me. Also, I can't help, but say I feel pretty damn stupid. Of course, the Bestiary. If I had to find it before, I especially do now.
"Abigail?" I turn to see Deaton watching me quizzically, "You okay? We don't have to have this discussion now if you can't handle it."
I shake my head quickly and take a seat in the long waiting chair, "No, I'm ready. I need answers. I need to know..what I am. Who I am."
Deaton nods slowly, "Well, I'm here to help you. But, one thing I want you to remember through all of this, what you are, does not define who you are."
I let his words sink in and think them over myself.
What you are, does not define who you are.
But, can you truly know who you are without knowing what you are?
I don't respond with anything besides a head nod. He seems to catch onto my silence before speaking again, "Tell me about anything unusual you've been dealing with since the bite."
I take a deep breath and think over everything that has happened in the past few weeks, and boy, is it a lot.
"Well, after Peter bit me, I started having these...dreams. They're almost always different, but there's one thing that never changes. This name. Whether I see it or I hear it, it's somewhere,"
I hold my breath briefly, thinking over the mere words that have been haunting me since day one. "Donneur de Sagesse. It means Giver of Wisdom, figuring that out wasn't hard considering part of it is my own name. I just want to know what the hell is happening because it is making me crazy. I feel like I'm going crazy."
I let my eyes rest back onto Deaton, instead of wandering the room. I take notice of the way his eyes have opened a fraction more than they were before. He changes his expression to a more blank one, before he questions me further.
"I haven't heard that name before, but that doesn't mean I can't help you. Are the dreams the only thing different about you now?"
I scoff lightly as his words, "Yeah, right. I wish," I look away from him once again as I describe my crazy mind. "I can hear better, not as good as Scott, but definitely better than before. I barley sleep, I get this feeling like chills or little electric shocks, but it's like they're under my skin, and..." I stop and inhale deeply, trying to force this sudden wave of emotion from presenting itself to the man in front of me. "There's been a few times where I feel like I have no control. Like I've been overrided and something else is controlling me, telling me what to do...sometimes, if I touch something, I can either see what's happened or what will," I stand quickly from the chair and shake my head harshly. "I sound crazy, absolutely insane. You think I'm crazy, don't you? I don't know what any of this means. I just-I need to know."
Deaton steps over to me quickly, but cautiously, "I do not think you are crazy, Abigail. I don't have any answers for you right now," A broken sigh escapes my lips and my eyes sting lightly with tears that I refuse to let fall. "Hey, I'm still going to help you."
I let a dry and humorless laugh, "How? Because, honestly, I am beginning to feel like I can't be helped."
He shakes his head slowly and sends me a small smile, "Everyone can be helped. I'm going to find you answers. They're out there somewhere and we're going to find them."
I doubt his words, but I repeat them to myself hoping they will help me believe.
We're going to find them.