I look down the black skirt adoring my legs, the butterfly design matching the one on the baby blue bralette I chose. I pulled the leather jacket tighter around my body. The feeling of the material instantly reminding me of someone. Someone who wasn't so thrilled when he heard my plans for the night.
"You're what?" I grimace at the deep and not so happy tone of voice that finds my ears. I hold my breathe, trying not to look into his eyes.
"I am going to the rave. With a kid from school," His facial expression only deepens at my words. "His name is Matt."
"Right," He moves forward, slightly out of my sight. "Why is that required again?"
Is someone...jealous? I hold back any indication of my thoughts as I shrug. "Well, I kind of already had agreed to it in distress." My eyes widen as he turns to look back at me with a slightly angered look. "No, not that kind of distress! I was...in a rush and he asked, I didn't really realize what he was asking, I guess."
His face doesn't change much and I can tell he is only getting more displease the further I explain. "Plus, we didn't think Scott or Stiles would be able to get tickets to get in. So, that was my way in."
"What, exactly, would you do if something happened and you we're the only one there?" I try to keep my face impassive as he steps closer to me. I hold in my breathe when he slowly reaches out and his hand cups my face softly. "You going to fight the Kanima off alone? In a building full of drunk sweaty idiots?"
I try not to laugh at the fact that he had almost the same description of a rave as I do. I roll my eyes lightly, "I can handle myself," I gasp lightly as the hold on my face tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to force my face up closer to his, making me feel a certain something. "Plus, am I ever really alone?"
"Hmm," He watches me intently for a moment before he leans in even closer. I feel the warmth of his breath against my lips before-
"So, have you ever been to one of these before?" I blink rapidly, refocusing on the area around me. Not with Derek, with Matt.
"Oh, uh-" I look around and realize we are stepping through the entry way into a colorful room full of loud music. Which makes me wonder how long I stood entranced in my own mind. "No, I haven't. This would be my first."
I grimace as the loud music makes my brain feel like its pulsating. I again grip the material of my jacket tight in my hands. At least I know there is a plan in place for the night, one that might actually work.
Deaton gave Scott a vial of Ketamine. Apparently enough to knock Jackson, Kanima, on his ass. I know he is planning on giving it to Isaac and while that part of the plan is happening, Stiles has something Deaton called Mountain Tree Ash that he is going to surround the building in, ideally causing both the Kanima and the person controlling him to be stuck inside. And any other type of supernatural being.
We walk further inside, the crowd of people becoming thicker around us. Suddenly we are walking through a horde of grinding bodies and Matt turns to say something to me. I'm not sure if it's the loud music, the bright flashing lights, or the numerous voices around me, but I don't hear what he says. I do, instead, see Scott's concerned face from across the crowd of people. He gestures his head to the side and I look back to Matt, "A drink would be great! I'll be right back."
I move past him and walk towards Scott. Finding Matt again I'm sure would be an impossible mission, but I didn't feel too worried about it. If anything, I was relieved by the thought.
"We have a problem," I met Scott's eyes confused before I see my sister standing behind him. I notice the emotion on her face before Scott's next sentence reached my ears. "Allison told your dad. And Gerard. They know it's Jackson."
My body involuntarily stops. My arms, almost outstretch to comfort her stop. I lower them slowly and look at her confused, "Why?"
"Abby people are dying-" She looks between the both us with worried eyes. "They have a plan."
I pull back and shake my head lightly, "We have a plan, Ally. One that won't end up with Jackson dead. You have to know they are planning to kill him."
She looks between the both of us with slight desperation, "What do you want me to do? Okay, I can-" Her eyes move from mine and lock onto Scott's. "I can fix it. Please, please, Scott. Just tell me."
I try not to cringe as Scott turns to her with stress written all over his face, "Just stay out of the way." I move to follow him as he steps away, knowing our plan still needed to be salvaged if possible. Allison's voice rings out again with emotion and it causes my stomach to twist in uncomfortable ways, "Scott, Abby!"
I don't turn back around, but yell over my shoulder, "Just stay safe, and stay out of the way, Allison."
I start following Scott to where Isaac was standing, but Matt suddenly stops in front of me with a drink in each hand. I almost run into the one he is holding out to me before taking it slowly out of his hand. I gasp lightly at the dark feeling radiating up my fingers to my chest. He doesn't seem to notice and I turn, taking a sip of the drink in my hand. I grimace at the burn as it slides down my throat, assuming there has to be alcohol in it. I cough slightly, deciding I wasn't going to indulge any more.
"So, what do you think?" His voice seems a mile away, yet too closed all at once. I don't turn to him, instead keeping my eye on Isaac and Erica all but grinding a few feet away from us. "It's fun."
I try not to cringe at the dullness of my own voice and finally turn to see his expression of what looked light annoyance. I see his lips mutter something and I can swear I hear Scott's name. "What?" I move closer to catch what he says, but instead his hand lands on my waist, "Nevermind. I'm glad you're having fun!"
I pull back quickly, instantly wanting to shut down whatever idea he has in his head. "Listen, Matt..." I feel the hairs on the back of my neck raise and a sudden chill in the warm room hits my bones. Slowly, my head turns to the right again and I see Jackson moving across the dance floor, the indifferent look in his eyes slightly startling me. I see Erica and Isaac come up behind him, Erica's hand lightly placed on the back of neck, seemingly distracting him. The three begin to dance, somewhat sensually.
I move towards them in the slightest, Jackson being entangled between them. I notice the slow movements of Isaac slipping the syringe out of back pocket while keeping the rhythm of the two in front of him.
I gasp as suddenly both Erica and Isaac make an expression of pain and a deep voice, not belonging to Jackson, leaves his mouth, "She belongs to me."
I move forward, ignoring the call of my name behind me. I see Isaac crawling and eye the syringe that's been kicked even further away in the crowd. I race to it, crouching and let my fingers grip the cold metal. I eye the back of Jackson's head before rushing behind him. I let the needle find his carotid artery before releasing the injection. Thankfully, as his body becomes slack, Isaac comes up next to me to hold him up.
"Do you have him?" Isaac looks at me slightly unsure before I place Jackson's unconscious body completely in his hold. "I have to find Scott and let him know! Can you handle this?"
His eyes become serious, if not confident, before he nods back to me surely. I move away from two, something inside of me directing me to where I need to go. I continue to push through the crowd of people before seeing what looks like garage doors at the side of the room. I notice the half open one and make my way under it before seeing Scott just a few feet in front of me in the parking lot with his phone in his hand," Scott!"
He turns to me and sighs in relief before I notice the bright headlights shinning behind him. I yell out, but it is too late. The black SUV hits him, his body slightly rolling over the hood, before landing on the ground. "Oh my, god!" I rush over and land on my knees beside his unconscious body. "Scott, hey, wake up!"
Unfortunately, it's too late when I notice the sound of high heels tapping against the pavement. I turn in the last second to see black stilettos and the hem of a black dress before a cloth is placed harshly over my mouth, "Oh, my Abigail. I am sorry."
I slowly feel my eyes close and the fight I was giving diminish, before everything goes black.
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The voice comes clear into my mind, even though where I am does not.
"Scott, pick up. Pick up now. Look, I got, like, 50 feet of ash left, and I'm out. Okay? So you got to get your wolf ass down here to help me because I don't know what to do." I recognize it instantly as Stiles, but I can also tell he isn't in the same room as me. I also realize he isn't even talking to me, he's talking to Scott. More like he is leaving a voicemail. "And I'm just standing out here and I'm-and I'm all alone, and I'm hearing gunfire and werewolves, and I'm-and I'm standing here like a frickin' idiot all by myself with a handful of magic fairy dust. And I don't have enough."
I grimace at the doubt and fear in his voice. I want to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, but know it is only my mind that is present with him. Instead, I think, hard. Just imagine it working, Stiles. Deaton said all it takes is believing and seeing it happen.
I cough harshly, a burning feeling filling my lungs. I can hear the low murmur of voices again, but this time I can tell they are with me.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm killing you." I cringe at my mother's cold tone. For once in my life, it instills true indescribable fear inside me. I hear another, lower cough, next to me.
"What about Abigail? She's," I notice the wheeze in his voice. One I've never heard before. "She's your daughter."
I hear a shuffle from near by and try my hardest to open my eyes as she speaks again. "Don't you question my family or our morals. She will understand. We are not meant to be one of you, or anything of the sort. If it does come to it, we take the matter into our own hands." I hear Scott grown before the smell of something sour reached my nostrils. "She isn't strong enough to do it herself, so her mother must be her strength."
"You can't," A more aggressive cough finally beckons my eyes to open. I face a dark metal ceiling as Scott continues, "You can't do this." My eyes water, each gasp of air becoming more of a struggle.
"It'll look like you had an asthma attack. You couldn't get to your inhaler in time." I look to my right to see the smoke coming from a vaporizer and filling the air. I cough deeper, a burning sensation filling my chest. "Your school record shows you have a pretty bad case of that. Abigail will be with me, found at home, before anyone discovers you here."
"Stop," I groan and turn onto my side. My mother's eyes flash to me before she sighs, agitated. As if me awakening before my supposed death was an inconvenience for her. "Mom, please stop."
I reach out, but only roll off the cot I was laying on to the hard floor. The fall knocks the little remaining air out of my lungs and I cough hard, blood coming up from my lungs. I spit heavily on the floor as my mother's eyes refuse to meet mine, "Too late. It looks like it's already working."
With the small amount of energy I have I turn to Scott, to see he's all but fully transformed. His head falls lightly onto the surface below him. I watch his supernatural golden eyes squint in pain as, what I can now assume is wolfsbane, fills the air. "No!" I groan heavily as my mother's healed foot moves forward kicking Scott to the floor. A pair of dark eyes suddenly flash across my mind and I do what I have been good at lately, I scream for help. No sound leaves my mouth, but I feel my eyes roll into the back of my head as it breaks my mind. The scream in my head is so loud it feels like it shatters my brain for a moment.
The attempt steals the remainder of my energy as I drop to the floor completely, a tear falling from my eye as my cheek meets the cold cement beneath me.
"Alpha, beta, but what are you, Scott? Omega," I don't know if he heard it, but I can only hope as my mother paces between us.
Until I hear a faint whisper in the back of my mind, a voice that has grown to bring me comfort, 'Abigail?'
"Don't you know the lone wolf never survives without a pack? I've heard the cry of an omega. It's a miserable sound. The howl of a lone wolf."
Scott groans quickly, but I hear the words force passed his lips in pain, "We're not..."
I turn onto my side again, coughing violently, my eyes burning as I try my best to look up to my mother, "Not..."
She looks between the two of us, a look of both confusion and anger, "What? What is it?"
I cough up a mouth full of blood again, the bright red color splattering the floor, "We're not alone."
Scott's howl causes every hair on my body to raise, the blood in my blood to start pumping heavier, and a deep release of breath to leave my body.
"Allison..." I gasp at the despair and tiredness of Scott's voice. "Please, tell her I'm sorry..." I let my eyes close and another lone tear escapes. Remembering the last interaction I had with Allision, my only sister, before my death.
'Just stay out of the way, Allison'.
I don't see what's happening, but I hear the sound a metal door being forced open. My eyes flash open at the familiar sound of a groan, but wince when I see my mother slice a knife across Derek's skin. In the flashing lights racing in from the open doorway I can't tell what is happening, but suddenly Derek is at my side, lifting my body and removing me from the room. I gasp as we meet fresh air, and he lays me to the ground. "Scott!" I gasp and Derek nods before returning inside to grab him as well.
I inhale deeply, taking in as much air as I can. As I watch Derek emerge from the door with Scott's unconscious body, my eyes fall closed a final time.