Twenty-One

COACH KEPT SIERRA a lot longer than she originally thought.

He had said he needed her help only during her math class, to review some plays. However, Sierra also was forced to miss her last class of the day—the period where all her friends were present and Mr. Yukimura stood at the front of the room. Coach kept making excuses, even calling in Scott after school to watch past games on tape with Sierra.

Sierra wasn't amused in the slightest, but she understood Coach's nerves. Tomorrow was the first game and however it played out would dictate the tone of the season. Add in that they were playing against Devenford Prep, aka the team that crushed them during their scrimmage, and Coach Finstock was ready to explode.

He finally let her and Scott leave after they assured him they'd arrive early in case there were any glitches before the game, but the damage was done.

Sierra didn't arrive home until after five, ruining her plans with Stiles that were meant to take place right after school.

Due to the chaos from the deadpool, Sierra had never given Stiles his anniversary present. With the idea of a free afternoon, she thought it would've been the perfect chance. Though the way her life ran, she should've expected some type of obstacle—even one in the form of a crazed lacrosse coach.

Determined to make most of the rest of the day, she self-consciously double checked her appearance and grabbed his present off her desk before heading across the lawn to his home.

After thinking for weeks about the perfect gift for Stiles, Sierra finally decided to pick something straight from her heart.

She remembered how he always used to wear a wristwatch wherever he went, as it was a gift from his dad on his sixteenth birthday. Unfortunately, due to supernatural circumstances, the glass surface ended up cracked and the mechanisms were broken. Stiles, heartbroken over the incident, always wanted to get it fixed, but never had the money.

Now Sierra didn't have a job or the heart to ask Jemma for some cash. But, visiting her grandmother over the past summer reminded her of a box stashed away in her closet in Beacon Hills. In it, was a small box filled with her money from every birthday she ever had. She had more than enough to pay to get the watch fixed.

Adding a more personal touch, she had the workers engrave a small message before she gave the rest of the money to Jemma to help with hospital bills. It read, "Every second, I love you more. ♡ S"

Sierra knew the saying seemed cheesy, but believed it fit the way she felt about Stiles while mixing in a pun. It was perfect for him.

Noah greeted her when she knocked on the front door, gripping the small box tightly in her hands. "Good evening, Sierra," he smiled merrily. "You know you don't have to knock; you're always welcome anytime."

Sierra returned his kind gesture, stepping inside as he opened the door wider. "I know, but I still feel like I'm invading your personal bubble," she explained her reasoning behind the formality. "I don't wanna be rude."

"Stiles invades your personal bubble all the time," Noah joked, walking with her towards the kitchen. "If anything, you should take away the key he has to your house."

Sierra raised her eyebrows. "You know about that?"

Noah scoffed, "He has keys for everything—even one of the police cruisers, though he doesn't know I know about that."

Sierra chuckled, "You do have a point." Noticing his official attire, she commented, "Surely, you're not going back to work tonight. You deserve a night off."

"I appreciate that, thank you," Noah replied with a grin. "But with Parrish tailing Peter after what he did to Meredith, I'm covering some of his paperwork. I was about to head out before you knocked."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sierra quickly apologized. "I'm not going to make you late, am I? I can go back home."

"You're perfectly okay," Noah assured her, chuckling at how panicked she got. "Stiles is upstairs; he passed out as soon as he got home from school so you might have to wake him up."

"If I can't get him up on my own, I'll use your trick with the ice water," Sierra teased, remembering the day Stiles came to school late with his hair still wet.

"Bucket is under the sink," he informed her, continuing the joke as he headed for the front door. "If you two need anything, just call me. I should be home around midnight at the earliest."

"Don't work too hard," she advised as he opened the front door.

Noah cracked a grin, waving goodbye as he stated, "I'll try, Sierra. Have a good night."

The door closed gently behind him and Sierra heard the engine of his cruiser start a minute later, it rumbling away the further he drove. Letting out a sigh, Sierra glanced down at the present still in her grasp.

"Now or never," she mumbled to herself and headed towards the steps.

Stiles's door was closed when she reached the top of the stairs, as he couldn't sleep with it even cracked open. And since he was a deep sleeper, she didn't bother knocking. Last time she did, he never answered and she ended up barging in anyways.

Setting the gift on his desk, Sierra turned her focus to the big ball of blankets curled into one part of his bed. She stifled a laugh from seeing the tips of his dark hair poke out from near his pillows, moving towards him.

His face surprisingly wasn't hidden underneath a comforter, his eyebrows furrowed together while his arms wound tightly around a pillow. Sierra's own expression softened; he looked completely exhausted.

Guilt poked her heart, telling her to just leave and let him wake up on his own. But Sierra knew if he didn't wake up now, he wouldn't fall asleep later during the night.

"Stiles," Sierra whispered after she knelt down, nudging his foot that hung off the edge. He didn't even move. Raising her voice, Sierra poked his cheek. "Stiles, get up."

Incoherent mumbles escaped his lips, his grip tightening on the pillow he held. But he still didn't open his eyes.

"Stiles, you gotta get up," she told him, continuing to mess with his face whether through poking his moles or forcing his lips into a smile. "You can't sleep anymore."

"I'm not sleeping," Stiles finally replied, his voice hoarse and cracked from being in a deep slumber. "I'm dead. You can leave flowers and get out."

Sierra's eyebrows lifted in disbelief. "I know you're not talking to me," she remarked, her lips forming a pout.

"Remember me? Sierra, the girl who crushed you and Scott in the science fair when we were seven?"

Stiles stayed silent, but Sierra knew he was waking up from the smile that started to grow from the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, well," Sierra sighed dramatically, standing back on her feet. "I guess you won't get your present after all."

"Present?"

Sierra rolled her eyes as his popped open. His arms stretched across the space on his bed, his head turning to gaze up at her while it rested on another pillow. "So that'll get you up?" she questioned him, moving her hand to gently cup his cheek. "Presents?"

"What can I say?" Stiles smirked up at her, covering her hand with his own as he sat up. "My ears pick and choose what they want to hear."

But then a thought dawned him. "Wait, why are you giving me a present? It's not my birthday. Wait...is it? Oh geez, how long have I been asleep?!"

Sierra chuckled at his antics, explaining, "It's your anniversary present, you dork. I never gave it to you, remember?"

"You didn't have to get me anything," he replied honestly, squeezing her hand before grinning cheekily. "Having you is the only gift I need."

"Oh, God."

Sierra turned away to grab his present from his desk as he laughed, but when she faced him he stared at her with wide eyes. Tilting her head, she questioned, "What's wrong?"

"You said anniversary present, correct?" Stiles clarified slowly, Sierra nodding in response. That, however, didn't make him calm down. "Oh God, what's the date today?"

"The eighteenth," Sierra answered, still puzzled by his sudden behavior.

"Our anniversary was the fifteenth!" Stiles exclaimed. "I freaking missed it!"

Now understanding why he was upset, Sierra rejoined his side with an important reminder. "You do realize the fifteenth was Friday, right babe?"

"Yeah, why?"

"What else happened on Friday?"

Stiles stared at her, his face scrunched in thought. "We were at the hospital; I remember because you forgave me that day and Melissa might've seen us make out a bit."

Sierra stifled a laugh, taking a seat on his bed as she encouraged him to continue. "Go on, you're getting there."

"You told me to come here to work with Malia," Stiles recalled, his face falling from his memories catching up with him. "Because you and Scott had to fight at the warehouse...while Malia and I shut off the deadpool."

"A lot happened on Friday," Sierra agreed, nodding her head. "And I know you were excited about making plans for our anniversary, but you wanna hear the truth?"

Stiles pursed his lips, casting his gaze towards his lap. Sierra smiled to herself, leaning over to tuck her fingers under his chin like he had done to her so many times before.

"I count as the lucky ones," she expressed honestly. "With the lives we live, any moment could be our last. Being with you at the end of the day...I don't know, that's enough for me."

"You know, you always call me a sap but I think I'm starting to rub off on you," he replied in a teasing tone, moving his head forward to peck her on the nose.

She scrunched it up like she always did, making him smile. "Well, if you think I'm cheesy now, wait till you open this," Sierra stated, handing him the simple box.

He looked at her in amusement, but his eyes brightened excitedly as he accepted the present. And when he opened the lid and saw the familiar watch staring back at him, he swore he never was in love with anyone as much as he was in love with her in that moment.

Sierra took an item he cherished, one he couldn't wear anymore...and fixed it.

Stiles remembered the day it broke, how guilty he felt telling his dad and how he always wanted to get it fixed. But over time, he didn't have the money, the supernatural world took over his life again and he forgot about it.

And then he turned it around, his whiskey eyes scanning the new engraving. A small chuckle escaped his lips, recognizing the pun as he reread it. His head lifted to see Sierra anxiously staring at him, her hands twisting together.

He didn't say anything as he set the watch gently back in the box, only making Sierra's worry grow. She watched him close the lid and move the box from his bed to his nightstand, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

And then Stiles turned back to her, a giant grin stretching from ear to ear. He opened his arms wide and declared, "If you don't give me a hug right now, I will attack you myself."

Sierra laughed, moving towards him. As soon as she was in his arms, Stiles had no intention of letting her go. His great mood improved even further from hearing giggles escape her, resulting from him practically pulling her onto his bed.

Sierra couldn't hide her smile as he peppered her face with kisses, the action making her fall back on his pillows. Stiles adjusted so one arm kept him from collapsing on top of her, the other resting on the curve of her hip.

"I...I take that you, you like it?" Sierra asked between laughs, reaching one of her hands up to brush his cheek.

"What makes you say that?" Stiles pretended to be puzzled, before giving her a proper, sweet kiss. "I don't like it, Sierra, I freaking love it." He pecked her lips again. "Just like how I freaking love you."

Sierra smiled at him, but it wasn't a simple upward motion of her mouth. No, this was the smile reserved specifically for him. Her ocean eyes practically sparkled as he gazed down at her, her cheeks flushing red. Her pink lips brightened her entire face, grinning with so much genuine joy while she whispered, "I freaking love you too, Stiles."

Feeling fueled to show Sierra all the emotions flowing through his veins, he did the one action he loved to do.

He kissed her.

Pushing some of her hair behind her pierced ears, Stiles wasted no time to eliminate the distance between them.

Sierra felt herself relax as she kissed him back, knowing she felt most at home in his embrace. One of her arms wrapped around his neck to pull him closer, her fingers weaving through his dark brown hair. Their noses playfully bumped against one another's as their breaths mingled, electricity spreading throughout their bodies.

Any space between them erased, neither of them felt distracted by the outside world. Right then and there, being together...Sierra focused on Stiles and Stiles focused on Sierra.

Stiles could hear his heart pound in his ears as he wondered exactly what the lovely girl was doing to him, Sierra feeling like a fire had been lit inside her soul. Her breath hitched when his lips left hers to gingerly leave a trail down her neck, but still didn't pull away from him as they reconnected.

One of his hands curled around her waist, electrifying her skin to the touch. Sierra, wanting him even closer, slipped her arms under his shirt and around his torso. Within seconds the fabric was discarded onto the floor, completely forgotten.

Knowing things were escalating farther than they had in the past, Stiles couldn't help but want to make sure Sierra was all in.

"Are you sure?" Stiles whispered, catching his breath as their foreheads rested against each other's.

Gazing into his eyes, Sierra had never been more sure of anything. Every time she kissed him, their connection grew and she knew that this boy deeply and truly cared for her. Memories flickering past her mind, Sierra loved Stiles with everything she had. And he loved her.

Not only did he remind her on a daily basis, his actions proved so. Stiles stayed by her side after Peter, he pushed her away from an oncoming truck at Glenn Capri and comforted her after she discovered the truth about the death of her parents. He made her feel safe, loved, and protected.

Stiles was her home.

Sierra leaned up, pressing her lips to his more gently than before. "Because of you," she whispered, her heart swelling as he smiled, "absolutely."

*^*^*^*^*

"You know, this is probably the strangest thing you have ever done to me."

Sierra stifled a laugh at Stiles's words, but was unable to disagree with him.

The sun shown through the window's curtains, illuminating the bedroom and letting the couple know what a beautiful day it was going to be.

Sierra stood in front of him while he sat on the edge of his bed, both of them dressed and ready to head to school.

"You know this would go faster if you didn't squirm," Sierra pointed out. "Hold still."

"It's cold," Stiles complained, but listened to her. He moved his head so she had a better view of his neck, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she applied more foundation.

"You'll survive," she stated, not even blinking as she started to blend the liquid against his skin. "And you'll thank me later. I'd rather not be the hot topic of the day at school."

"Your makeup always looks so good," Stiles commented randomly, since Sierra was right in his line of sight. "Did someone teach you?"

"Lydia, mostly," Sierra replied, a little smile forming in the corner of her mouth. "But Jemma and Allison helped occasionally."

"Well, you look stunning."

Sierra raised her eyebrows, "Are you saying that because you mean it or because you want me to kiss you?"

"A little bit of both, if I'm honest," Stiles smirked, making her chuckle.

She straightened her back, tightening the lid on her foundation as she grinned successfully at him. "All done!"

"Perfect timing."

Without any warning, Stiles wrapped his arms around her stomach and fell back onto his bed. Sierra let out a squeal, caught off guard by his action. Her head landed on his chest, which shook underneath her from his laughter.

Blowing her hair out of her face, she looked up at him, unamused. "What was that for?"

"I just really love hugging you," Stiles responded, having to lift his head slightly to see her.

"You didn't have to make me fall!"

"If I'm always going to be there to catch you, why does it matter?"

Sierra's lips parted in surprise, a blush rising in her cheeks. "Smooth, Stilinski, real smooth," Sierra said, rolling her eyes to stop the butterflies from fluttering in her chest.

"Oh, you know you love it."

"I'm not really sure why, but yeah, I do," Sierra smiles, leaning forward to peck his lips. "And as much as I'd rather stay here with you, we gotta get to school. We're gonna be late. You have an early practice and I'm studying with Malia for her placement test, remember?"

Stiles sighed, not wanting to let her out of his arms. "Do we have to?"

"If you want Malia to be a senior with us, and if you want to play tonight, then yes."

Stiles pouted, but released the tight hold he held on Sierra, allowing her to rise back on her feet. After she stepped away, Stiles stood himself and went to grab his lacrosse bag. "When is her test?"

"Today, right after school," Sierra answered, adjusting her backpack over her shoulder. She heard him reply, but she was focused on something else—her eyes locked on his crime board.

"Sierra?" Stiles turned towards her when she didn't reply.

Sierra stayed silent, but faced him. A wide grin stretched across her lips as she tackled him in a hug, both of them falling back onto his bed. She kissed him before he could speak, cupping his face with her hands.

Stiles leaned back slightly with a laugh, but was still confused on her sudden affection. "Well, what made you change your mind?" He teased, tucking a lose strand of hair behind her studded ear.

"I just remembered how amazing you are," Sierra shrugged, playfully bumping her nose against his. "That's all."

"We're going to be late," he stole her words.

"They can wait a few minutes," Sierra replied, knowing he was slightly mocking her.

Stiles, unable to stop a soft smile from brightening his face, didn't verbally respond. Instead he just leaned forward, and kissed her again.

*^*^*^*^*

"I hate morning practices."

Stiles stated as soon as he saw Sierra after first period, meeting at her locker. Straight after leaving the locker room, he had headed towards English, meaning he didn't have time to see her earlier.

Malia, standing beside Sierra with a crinkled nose, questioned, "Then why go to them?"

"Because I have to," Stiles sighed. "Coach is still freaking out about the game tonight."

Sierra rolled her eyes and let out a scoff as she closed her locker door. "Of course he is. As if he didn't do enough freaking out yesterday while he held me captive for three hours."

"At least you don't have to see him till Econ," Malia optimistically reminded her.

"That's a very good point, Mal," Sierra agreed before the corners of her lips tugged downwards. "Unfortunately, we have to deal with Mr. Jacobs right before him."

Malia scowled at the mention of their English teacher, tightening the grip she held on her textbooks. "I hate that guy."

"Well, I hate Coach," Stiles remarked, rubbing his right shoulder with a wince. "He made us run like six laps around the field. I think I pulled a muscle."

"Babe, you can't pull what you don't have."

Malia immediately laughed at Sierra's response to his complaining. Stiles, who should've been taken off guard just smirked. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her hips in a hug.

"Now you and I both know that's not what you were thinking a few hours ago," he teased softly in her ear, referring to the night before.

Sierra's cheeks flushed, but she rolled her eyes as a way to show his comment didn't bug her. "I hate you," she announced, though a smile played on her lips.

"Love you too, string bean."

Glancing at Malia, who looked confused by the couple's interaction, Sierra changed the subject. "You ready for English?"

Malia replied quickly, "You're saying that as if I had a choice."

Sierra chuckled, but grabbed Malia's hand to start pulling her down the hallway. "It can't be that bad today, maybe he's in a good mood," Sierra suggested hopefully.

"It's Monday," Malia deadpanned.

Stiles watched them leave with a smile, calling after them, "See you later?"

Without missing a beat, Sierra replied over her shoulder. "Only if you're lucky!"

*^*^*^*^*

Scott owed Kira a date.

Due to supernatural circumstances, the two never were able to experience the awkward yet adorable moment that was a first date. They were too busy fighting professional killers, who used tomahawks and thermo-cut wires.

But the deadpool has ended.

The bounty held over their heads was gone, and both Scott and Kira could finally just live their lives.

Gaining permission from Derek, Scott thought of the perfect surprise for his girlfriend in the loft.

However, there was a chance he'd be late to the lacrosse game, meaning Kira would be late too.

So, Scott confided in Stiles, as they were best friends. And with Stiles dating Sierra, Stiles understood the want Scott had to make Kira happy.

Stiles agreed he'd arrive early to help Sierra out, and let Coach know when he got there so he wouldn't explode.

"If we tell him earlier, he'll just hunt you down and yell," Stiles explained to Scott in the hallway, both of them standing at his locker before they headed to history. "He'll be mad no matter what, but at least you'll already be gone at that point."

Scott let out a relieved sigh, holding onto his backpack straps. "Great, thanks, man. I really appreciate it."

"Of course," Stiles replied with a grin, turning towards his locker to grab his textbook and put away his math notebook.

Scott waited patiently for him, leaning against the lockers. His eyes wandered around the hallway, but his head tilted once he saw a small bruise under Stiles's jaw. "Is that a hickey?"

Stiles immediately faced him, his brows cinched together. "Excuse me?"

"That mark on your neck," Scott pointed it out to him. "That's a hickey."

"No," Stiles quickly disagreed, his hand flying up to cover it from Scott's vision. "It's a...it's a mosquito bite."

Scott just stared at Stiles, not believing him for a second. "A mosquito bite?"

"Yeah," Stiles defended himself. "Sierra and I went on a walk last night and I got bitten by a mosquito."

"Since when are mosquito bites red and purple?"

"Hey guys!" A familiar cheerful voice made them both turn. Sierra greeted them with a smile, hugging Stiles from behind and perching her head on his shoulder.

Scott smirked at the sight of her. "Hey, mosquito."

Sierra furrowed her eyebrows confused as she glanced between Scott and Stiles. "Is that supposed to be an insult?"

"Don't worry about it, string bean," Stiles sighed, wrapping an arm around her. "Scott's just being an ass."

"Hey!" Scott's jaw dropped. "It's not my fault I noticed there was something different about you."

"Different?" Sierra scrunched up her nose. "How so?"

Scott motioned to the couple with his hands, confusing them further as he tried to explain himself. He wasn't a professional when it came to differentiating between chemo signals; he usually let Sierra deal with the emotional stuff. But Scott usually smelled the love between them. Yet it had changed somehow. And he couldn't describe it. "I'm not sure yet, but it's weird!"

"Awe, and I thought you shipped us," Sierra teased, leaning into Stiles's side. Stiles smiled down at her, pulling her closer to press a kiss to her forehead.

It was that simple action in which Scott widened his eyes in realization.

Stiles had softened considerably since Sierra arrived and now the two didn't have an inch of space between them. Between their appearance, the hickey Stiles tried to hide and the out-of-whack chemo signals, Scott knew exactly what happened between his best friends.

"Oh my God!" Scott's brown eyes widened as he exclaimed, "You two had sex!"

While Sierra's face immediately flushed and stutters flew from her mouth, Stiles didn't waste any time to punch Scott in the shoulder.

"Dude, what the hell," Stiles hissed as Sierra buried her head in his shoulder out of embarrassment. "I know I've teased you and your relationships but I've never announced anything to the entire school!"

Scott smirked, dragging out his words. "You didn't deny it!"

"Because I shouldn't have to answer it," Stiles retorted. "Our relationship is none of your business."

"As captain of your ship, I disagree," Scott sassed, crossing his arms.

"Oh my god, both of you shut up," Sierra groaned, dragging her fingers down her face. "Please just stop talking."

Her blue eyes caught sight of Malia and Lydia down the hallway—heading towards her—and she brightened.

"Oh gee, I wish I could stay," she rambled out, already backing away from them. "But, you know, I really need to work on...this excuse."

Sierra scurried off, grabbing Malia's and Lydia's hands to turn them away from Scott and Stiles. "Do you think she remembers we're all going to the same room?" Scot asked Stiles as they watched her disappear.

Instead of replying right away, Stiles smacked Scott upside the head. "Nice going, Wolfie."

"Oh, you guys love me, don't even try to pretend," Scott brushed it off. He noticed Stiles's gaze still focused on where Sierra had disappeared and he chuckled. "Awe, you love her," he sung teasingly.

"Really? What gave you that idea?" Stiles asked sarcastically, finally tearing his eyes away to look at his best friend. "Was it when I gave her a promise ring? Or when you exposed our sex life to the entire school?"

"Come on," Scott nudged him with a wink. "You can talk to me about it if you want."

Stiles rolled his eyes, shutting his locker before declaring, "You're a pig."

"You can insult me all you want," Scott didn't care; he was enjoying every second of this. "I will still love you. And Sierra. Especially you and Sierra together."

"Oh God," Stiles exhaled and walked away in the same direction Sierra did. Maybe he would be able to talk to her, apologize for Scott's...well apologize just for Scott before the bell rang.

"Come on dude, I know you wanna tell me!"

*^*^*^*^*

Scott could barely remember anything.

He remembered walking in the loft with Kira, surprising her for their first date by hanging lightbulbs from the ceiling to set the mood for their movie night. Things had escalated quickly, him pulling her into his lap as they kissed.

But then he faced a total blank.

A groan escaped his lips as he forced his eyes open, feeling like he had been on a boat from how his body swayed. Scott quickly realized he actually was moving; someone, or rather, something was carrying him high above their heads.

A low snarl made Scott panic, but he couldn't do anything as the Berkserker threw him across the room. Scott collided with the metal door, his body rolling off the stairs until he landed on his back.

Only then, did he see Kira.

She stood in front of a chain-link fence, the one separating a storage room from the rest of the loft. Her eyes were widened with fear but she didn't have time to move as a familiar werejaguar kicked her foot into her gut.

Kate.

Scott scrambled to his feet as Kate turned to him, her fangs poking out through her mouth. She growled, stalking over with her sinister green eyes glaring at him.

The two battled, Scott swinging his legs and connecting his foot to Kate's jaw. She stumbled, but still managed to block his next attempts to take her down. It was quite an even match, Scott barely having the upper hand as he instinctively prevented her punch at his head, countering it with an upward cut to her neck.

Kira, who had collapsed from the force of Kate's kick, forced herself to stand. The Berserker snarled from seeing her grab a length full of chain, and started to move in her direction. Using it as a weapon and a shield, Kira swung the chain in front of her to keep the creature back.

Being light on her feet helped her dodge its charges, but the Berkserker equally stayed away from her attacks. But when it wrapped the chain around its claws, Kira realized her disadvantage.

Planting her feet in the ground, she fought to get the chain back. However, she couldn't match the Berserker's strength. It roared, throwing a defiant backswing right into her cheek. The impact caused her legs to give out, her head slamming into the concrete.

Scott had lost his advantage as well, now acting defensively. Kate's rage caused her to bring no mercy and a growl echoed across the loft the moment she grabbed his neck. She forced him against a post, throwing punch after punch until he stopped fighting back.

Blood dripped from Scott's lip as he wearily caught sight of the Berkserker grabbing Kira by her hair, knowing they were outmatched. Scott winced from his injuries, finally facing Kate to ask the one question on his mind since she smashed through the windows. "What do you want from us?" He whispered, exhausted.

Kate replied sharply, keeping her green eyes and purple skin as she glared at him. "I want a bit of insight, Scott."

"To what?"

"My family." Kate remained standing as she explained, feeling her anger once more. "The Argent family has been around for over four hundred years. A powerful, wealthy, aristocratic family of werewolf hunters." She scoffed, her fingers curling into fists, "But yet somehow, in less than a year, this great family is decimated by a teenage boy."

Kate lowered her voice, leaning down with narrowed eyes. "So my question is simple," she stated. Kate tilted her head, observing every aspect of his bloodied face before angrily spitting, "What in the hell is so special about Scott McCall?"

Scott glared back at Kate. He didn't feel sorry for her; not in the slightest.

Allison and Chris meant the world to him, and he still blamed himself for her death, but he did nothing to Kate. It wasn't his fault she was a complete psychopath.

"You want me?" he asked her, his voice sharp as stone. "Take me. Just me."

"No," Kate disagreed with a dark chuckle. "No, we're all going. You, me, your little girlfriend...and Sierra."

Instantly Scott snapped, "Don't you even think about touching them."

Kate raised her eyebrows, but didn't hide the smirk that slithered onto her lips. "Too late, handsome," she mocked as she straightened her back. "The plan is already in motion." Kate cackled, flicking her eyes between Scott and Kira.

"We're all goin' to church!"