Chapter 18. My Psychotic English Teacher

I don't know what the hell is going on, all I know is that Lydia is giving me another headache. So, I left Ms. Morell's office and started to walk down the hallway, with Scott right beside me. He kept asking me questions, but I couldn't even try to answer them-- I need to find Lydia so this damn headache will go away. When I saw several students and teachers crowded around a Mr. Westover's room, I knew that's exactly where she would be.

"He's going to be the second murder," Lydia stated as she pointed to the chalkboard. She was speaking with Miss Blake, and Aiden was standing beside her. There was a weird diagram type thing on the board, it was five circles all connected together and one of them had a number 2 written inside of it.

Miss Blake sighed, "Lydia you wrote that number."

"I'm psychic." Lydia declared as she began to come out of ways to explain herself. I know the feeling, and it's absolutely dreadful trying to explain that you know something is going to happen, but you don't know how to explain it properly.

Our English teacher rose an eyebrow, "You're a psychic?"

"I'm something!" She shrieked, her outburst resulted in the teachers and students in the room to glance at her oddly.

I let out a sigh as I glanced at my brother, "A deputy and a teacher... what's the pattern?"

"I have no idea." He mumbled as he glanced at the chalkboard. Great, this entire thing just got even more complicated.

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"It's philospher's, like teachers." I said to Stiles as I bounced around on the balls of my feet. A reaction due to not only the adrenaline rush that comes with finding out this sort of news, but also induced by the dropping temperature. I am not wearing a jacket, and I kind of wish that I was at the moment.

Stiles sighed on the other end of the call, "Yeah that makes sense... Tara used to teach History before she became a deputy."

"So I think it's safe to say the next target is a teacher, like from the high school." I concluded as I glanced at Scott to make sure that I was indeed on the right track. He nodded slowly, telling me that I was relaying the correct information.

My boyfriend groaned, "They're all at home right now. How are we supposed to know who the next target is?"

I smirked, "Actually they are all here for that recital thing. I'm watching them walk into the building right now."

"Kasey... please be careful." The tone of his voice revealed that he was having another one of his worry attacks. Every time we are separated and shit goes done, he freaks out when he isn't with me.

I sighed as I turned my back to Scott, "I'm gonna be fine. I have Scott with me, okay? You need to be careful too." I reminded him. I never said that I didn't have worry attacks about him. I worry just as much, but after mine and Deaton's little chat, I have to keep my worrying to a minimum because I can not handle another hallucination with him dying on my kitchen floor again.

"I'm okay as long as you're okay... don't use your ability and don't worry about me, alright? Kasey... I can't... just be careful." I could practically see him running his hand through his hair as he paced around the hallway of the hospital.

"I'll be fine. I have to go, I love you."

He chuckled, "I love you more."

"That isn't possible." I retorted. It probably was possible for him. He has always loved me, he has always been there for me, he has always been looking out for me-- way before I realized that I had feelings for him. I have a lot of catching up to do if I want to be able to say that I love him more than he loves me.

"Obviously it is, because I do. I love you more than anything." He was enjoying this entirely too much. Ever since our first declaration of love, he says it so often in so many different ways. It's like it's a sport or something to him.

Scott snorted, "Okay you two need to stop being so clingy. We have to go now, Stiles. There are lives at stake." He spoke into the cell phone as he pulled it away from my ear.

I faintly heard Stiles make a comment along the lines of, Do you really want to get me started on clingy? Mister "Oh Allison, I need to talk to Allison. I need to be with Allison. I love Allison so much that it hurts."

My brother then hastily pressed the end button and shoved the phone in his pocket, "Anyway, let's get down there before the show starts."

I was trying my hardest to not bust out laughing, but Scott's red cheeks and flustered stumbling was making it damn near impossible. He is one to talk about being clingy. He is the king of being clingy. If clingy could be a person, it would be Scott McCall.

"Why didn't you tell me about the true alpha thing?" I asked hesitantly as we made our way down the stairs to the parking lot. We had been on the second level of the school balcony, watching the entrance of the Performing Arts Center.

He glanced at me fearfully before letting out a shaky breath, "I've been busy... and you've had so much going on with your.. things, and I just... I don't know. I didn't think that it was a big deal at the moment."

"Well it kind of is. And don't let my issues stop you from telling me things, alright? Keeping me in the dark doesn't help at all, it actually makes things a lot worse." I retorted as I rubbed at my upper-arms. I need to get inside before I freeze to death out here.

"Okay, it won't happen again. I'm sorry, Kase."

I shrugged as I bumped my shoulder against his, "It's okay. So, what exactly are we going to do in here?"

"I haven't quite figured that out yet," He chuckled as he slung his arm around my shoulder and guided me along. The instant heat from his body sent shivers throughout me, and I was so grateful to have a werewolf brother in this moment. Bella Swan wasn't kidding about Jacob being like his own personal sun, these boys emit heat like no tomorrow.

"Is it to much to ask for to just have a normal Friday night?" I sighed.

Scott nodded, "For us? Yes, it is."

Upon entering the performance, I recognized nearly every teacher in the area. Some parents were seated as well, and some students were talking among themselves as they waited for the performance to start. Scott and I were positioned by the entrance, our eyes scanning the room to try and figure out who were all here.

So far, I've spotted Ethan, Aiden, Ms. Morell, and of course Danny-- but that's because he's playing in the recital. Miss Blake was here too, and she looked beyond flustered with the amount of people that actually showed up. And that's when I felt a presence behind me, I slowly turned around and caught sight of Lydia lurking.

Scott groaned, "I thought you were going home?"

"I can't. I don't know why I'm the one that keeps finding the bodies, but maybe if I just stop fighting it and let it happen... I'll be able to find them when there is still enough time for someone like you, to save them." She said quickly, her eyes wide.

I smiled at her, "Now that's the spirit."

"If you get me enough time, I will do something about it, I swear to god I will." My brother assured her. My eyes then widened as I watched them grab each other's hands. Now, it could be a totally friendly gesture, but I don't know... I ship it, but I'm not going to say anything about it right now. It's isn't the time.

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The recital started and the room fell silent, apart from the instruments and the students singing. I rubbed at my eyes as the exhaustion from my lack of sleep was starting to settle in. Scott was watching the area with intent, obviously trying to find the next sacrifice, which was more than likely impossible at this point. I glanced at Lydia to see her checking her phone, she glanced at me, "Aiden needs to talk to me." She mumbled.

I shook my head from side to side, "Lydia that's a bad idea."

"It says life or death," She hissed as she flashed me the phone screen.

"I don't think you should be wandering the halls by yourself..." I whispered as I glanced at Scott, he was too caught up in the recital to even notice our hushed conversation.

She sighed and grabbed my wrist, "Then you're coming with me."

I didn't protest as she pulled me out of the recital and down the school hallway, there wasn't much else I could do other than go with her. At least if I'm with her, I won't get a pounding headache if something happens. Plus, bad things usually happen when Lydia is by herself.

"Do you even know where to meet him?" I asked as she pulled me into a dark hallway in the opposite building. Yes. She had tugged me down the sidewalk and into the other building.

She bit her lip and shook her head from side to side, "No. I think he'll find me. He usually does.

"Usually? Lydia this was a bad idea." I panicked as she turned into an empty classroom. It was the only classroom that had an open door. If Aiden isn't in there then I am calling-- no, I'm not calling anyone because Scott took my damn phone after Stiles and I were being "too clingy" for him.

Lydia released my wrist as she walked further into the classroom, I took a tentative step behind her. The bad vibe running up my spine was telling me to get the hell out of here, but before I could voice that very opinion, the chanting started.

The same chanting that we heard on the recording in the chorus room. The same chanting that was on the phone when I thought my dad had called me. I didn't know what the chanting was, but I knew that it had something to do with the Darach and if we were hearing it, that meant it was close by.

I opened my mouth to tell Lydia to run but it was too late, "You recognize it, don't you?"

My eyes widened when I caught sight of Miss Blake, creeping out of the shadows. She had a wooden pointer stick in her hands and she swung on Lydia, hitting her upside the head and knocking her out cold.

"Kasey you weren't supposed to be here..." She mused as she pulled the door shut, stalking towards me.

"You...it's you?" I squeaked as she grabbed me by my upper-arm and jerked me off the floor. I started screaming and that's when she decided to hit me over the head with the wooden stick, and my vision became very fuzzy and dark before I finally lost all sight of everything.

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I've had many headache's in my lifetime, with my ability a headache was normally an every day kind of occurrence, but this headache-- the one from Miss Blake nearly killing me from a blunt trauma, was the worst I've ever had. My vision was fuzzy and I could feel blood trickling down the side of my face from the busted skin on my temple.

"Wh--what are you doing?" Lydia stammered, I could make out her wiping at her eyes as she watched Miss Blake roll something. I can't really see due to her back facing towards me.

She glanced at Lydia and smiled, "What's necessary. I'm still surprised that none of you seem to get that. You call them sacrifices, but you're not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin, sacrificium, in offering to a deiate. A sacred right. A necessary..."

My ears were starting to ring, and I couldn't understand what else Miss Blake was saying. I watched her stand up and make her way behind Lydia, positioning some type of black cord around her neck. Oh my god.

"Stop... don't." I managed to get out. My hands were restrained to the arms of the chair, and my head felt a thousand times heavier than it truly was.

Miss Blake looked at me and smiled, "You're next Kasey. You-- what happened to your head?" She walked away from Lydia and made her ways towards me. I wanted to pull away but I was still a bit dazed.

"You hit me," I snapped as I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision fully. It looks like I'm underwater, and I can't stand it much longer.

She shook her head from side to side, "Not on your left side... I hit Lydia-- oh my god. Unbelievable, you're an Admonere... I--I should have seen this before. It makes sense, but you are so rare.." She smiled as she turned back to face Lydia, "I have to take care of Lydia first. Then I will deal with you."

I wanted to stop her, but I was restrained. Miss Blake pulled the cord around Lydia's neck and she let out the loudest scream I have ever heard in my entire life. My eyes squeezed shut as I was forced to endure the ear shattering pain, I have never heard her scream this loudly before.

After a few moments she stopped, and was breathing heavily. Miss Blake walked back around her so she could study Lydia, "Unbelievable.. You have no idea what you are, do you? The wailing woman, a banshee right before my very eyes. You're just like me Lydia, look like an innocent little flower but be the serpent right underneath it. It's a shame though, it's too late."

Lydia was crying silently as she watched our English teacher creep back behind her. Oh my god, she is going to kill her right in front of me!

"Miss Blake, please! You don't have to do this." I was panicking, and I know that I need to stop talking, but I can't just let Lydia die!

She shook her head from side to side as she tightened the cord around Lydia's neck and pulled out a knife, "One last philosopher."

"NO!" I screamed as I struggled in my chair. The duct-tape was too tight and I wasn't moving at all, I was just struggling in the chair. My eyes were welling up with tears and suddenly it become harder to breathe. I could feel the cord on my own neck. Oh no. Oh no no no!

Miss Blake grinned deviously, "You did it, didn't you? You are now one with Lydia?"

I was gasping as I kept trying to break free of the restraints. My throat was closing up, and I wasn't able to suck in the vital air that my lungs needed. The corners of my vision were getting dark, and I knew that this was going to be the end.

"Drop it!"

I recognized that voice all too well. Sheriff Stilinski was somewhere behind me, and I know that he has his gun pointed at Miss Blake. The cord around Lydia's neck was loosened because suddenly I was sucking in air. My psychotic teacher then threw the knife at Sheriff Stilinski, and I once again let out a scream. I turned my head to see him hit the floor, the knife planted deeply in his shoulder.

Then, another sound that I recognized very well emitted throughout the classroom. Scott was standing in the doorway, his eyes glowing bright yellow with his teeth extended. I was still sucking in breaths as I tried to pull free of this duct-tape. Lydia was sobbing as she watched the entire exchange go down. Scott then rushed at Miss Blake, only to be hit in the chest and sent flying backwards. His back collided with a stack of desks and he hit the floor, blood spurting from his mouth. His head hit the floor and his eyes were closed.

"NO!" I screamed as I started to manically thrash around in the chair, the duct-tape was starting to rip at my skin, but I didn't care. My brother could be dead!

Miss Blake then pushed the desk towards the door and I glanced at the small glass window to see Stiles in the hallway. When his eyes locked on mine he started screaming and pounding on the door, he glanced at Miss Blake to see her approaching his dad. That's when he completely lost it and was hitting the door with more force.

"Ten years ago, they found a body of a girl. Her face was torn to pieces and that it was an animal attack. That girl was you, wasn't she?" Sheriff Stilinski asked as he pointed his gun at her.

"Maybe I should have started with philospher's. With knowledge and strategy.." She was approaching him and he shot her, right in the leg.

Her advance faltered as she watched the skin heal back up, "Healer's," she then rushed at him and pushed him into the wall of desks. "Warrior's, and then guardians." She continued as she pulled off his badge and squeezed it in her hand then dropping it to the floor. "Virgins." She finished as she pressed her lips to his.

She then turned into her Darach form and I cringed at the god awful sight, she grabbed Sheriff Stilinski and they disappeared out of the window, the glass shattering and hitting the floor.

Stiles then managed to get the door open and he stumbled into the room towards the window, "DAD?!"

"Kasey? Lydia? Are you two okay?" Scott asked as his face quickly returned to normal. His eyes were once again that warm chocolate brown and the fur was gone, replaced by barely there stubble from not shaving this morning.

My boyfriend then quickly spun around and ran over to me, tugging at the duct-tape on my wrists. I was still a sobbing mess, and I could do nothing but sit there and let myself fall apart in front of him. I was almost killed, again. My ability had nearly killed me. Scott quickly rushed over and cut at the tape with his claws, the moment that my wrist were free Stiles wrapped his arms around my torso and pulled me against him tightly, squeezing me with every bit of strength inside of him.

The sad thing about all of this is that this isn't the end. We will have a few moments like this, just holding each other, but then reality is gonna set back in and we are going to have to try and find Miss Blake and Stiles' dad. And that, was the scary part.

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