Olivia's POV:

The six of us watch as Scott's alpha eyes flickered between brown and red which causes Mr. Yukimura to shake his head with a sigh.

"It's still happening."

The rest of us turn to Malia and she held her hands up to show her sharp claws. "I can't make them go back."

I lift my arm and as if on cue, flames burst through my skin before it retracts inside which causes everyone to take a step back. "It feels like my body is burning from the inside." I mumble and cross my arms with discomfort.

"Obviously the virus is affecting the three of you in a way it won't hit any human being." Mr. Yukimura gestured to us.

"Can't you use your healing thing? Aren't you supposed to heal the sick?" Malia asked but I shook my head.

"I feel drained. Whatever virus this is, it's making it harder to try." I say and lift my hand up, showing the white glow that flickered on and off. "I might risk burning someone by accident."

"You guys have to stay out of sight. We have to quarantine you...from the quarantine." Stiles explained.

Kira glanced at Stiles. "Yeah, but where? I mean, what if they get violent? Like on a full moon?"

"We shouldn't stay in here. Not in the locker room." Scott stated.

Allison shook her head. "And a classroom isn't going to hold you guys." She added.

"Basement?" I suggested.

"Too many ways out." He panted, wiping the beads of sweat off his forehead. "We need something secure. Somewhere nobody can find us."

"The vault." We all turn to Stiles and see he held a look of determination. "The Hale vault."

"The Hales always have an escape route," Scott explained, now standing up a bit straighter. "Like their house. There has to be another way in."

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Stiles rolls out the blueprints of the school on Coach's table as we circled around the table. "This is where the school sign is, so the vault's got to be around here." He explained as he pointed to the spot on the blueprint.

Mr. Yukimura nodded. "I suppose if there's a second entrance, it would probably be accessible from the basement."

Allison leaned forward to get a better look at the map. "It's probably somewhere in this hallway." She pointed.

Stiles nodded. "Or this corridor." He tries to point to a different spot but in a matter of seconds, he collapses to the desk but Mr. Yukimura catches him on time. "Whoa."

Mr. Yukimura pulls back the sleeve of Stiles' jacket, revealing the same reddish-purple marks that Sydney had. "It's happening to you too. You're getting sick—"

Allison suddenly coughs into her arm, taking a couple of steps back to lean against the wall. Malia tugs at the neckline of Allison's shirt, revealing the similar markings. "Oh great." Alison muttered.

"You all are." Mr. Yukimura finished and turned to Kira who furrowed her brows in confusion.

"I don't feel sick."

"I think it's affecting you differently, neurologically." He pulls out one of the test answer sheets from a folder. "I found your test answers here in a pile with the others." He places the sheet on top of the map, the bubbles she was supposed to color in were completely empty but the circles she had made were in the margins.

Everyone else quickly bolts it out of the room but I stay behind, making sure they were gone.

I pick up Kira's test sheet and for one of the questions, I recognized she had the same one as me but with a different answer I had chosen. "Aw man, I erased that as my first choice."

Someone snatches the paper from my hands. "Even though you're not testing at the moment, I still won't condone cheating." Mr. Yukimura scolded and nudged me to leave the room.

"Wait, wait, wait. Phoebe tried to come inside our classroom but two of the workers escorted her away." I say as he shut the door behind us. "Where is she?"

"She was one of the first students in my class to show that she had the virus and she's being taken care of right now. She's safe." He assured and gestured towards the stairs that led to the basement. "You have to go before someone sees you."

"Just keep an eye out on her, please." I say and he nods.

"I will, now go!"

I quickly sprint down the stairs to the basement but as soon as I reach the bottom, everyone else was moving boxes and shelves around but Allison noticed me by the stairs.

"Where were you? I thought you were behind us but once I turned around you were gone." She scolded as I walked closer to them. "You should've said something."

"I wanted Kira's father to keep an eye on Phoebe." I scoff and bump my shoulder against hers as I walked passed. "You're not my babysitter."

"I don't mean to interrupt your conversation," We both snap our heads towards Stiles, seeing as he and Scott moved one of the shelves aside. "but I found it." Once they push it away from the wall, the wall revealed to have a triskelion carving which indicated we found the right spot.

"Don't worry. I wasn't in the mood to talk." I say before coughing into my arm, another wave of nausea hit me.

Stiles traced the carving with his hand. "Look at the cracks in the wall. It's like the entrance outside, it only opens with claws. Anyone's claws, right?" He and Scott glance at one another, Scott giving a small nod towards Malia before they faced her.

"Um Malia, can you try?" Scott asked.

Her eyes widen slightly. "Why me?"

Scott lifted his hand, showing his normal fingers. "I don't have control.

"Okay. I'll do it." She shrugged. "But first, tell me what you've been hiding from me."

My eyes widen. Oh shit. I nervously locked eyes with Stiles before he glanced back to his girlfriend.

"I know that you think you're trying to protect me, but I can handle it." She firmly stated.

From the looks on both of the boys' faces, it was obvious they were trying to come up with a lie that could seem believable.

"Uh..." I awkwardly trail off, giving small shrug to Scott who looked to me to try to come up with something.

"I know I'm on the list!" Malia exasperated.

Huh, so she still didn't figure out she's Peter's daughter.

Stiles let out a sigh. "Yes..."

She tilted her head a bit. "So, how much?"

"How much what?" Allison asked.

"How much am I worth?"

"Four million." Scott answered and Malia's eyes widen slightly at the reveal.

"Are you okay?" Stiles softly asked.

"Yeah. Scott's worth twenty-five, Olivia's twenty-three, and Kira's six. They'll take you guys out way before me." She casually says before walking over to the wall.

I let out a huff, knowing that she technically did have a point, but I didn't want to be constantly reminded of how much killing me was worth.

I raise an eyebrow to Stiles but he shrugged. "It's progress."

Allison covered her mouth with her elbow to cough before she crossed her arms. "Is it?"

We watch as Malia inserted her claws inside and turned the dial a few times before the wall slid to the side which revealed the vault. The six of us cautiously walk inside and since I was the last to cross the threshold, the door began to slide back into place until it was completely shut.

"Well...we're going to be here for a while," I say as I walk over to a pillar before I plopped on the floor and rest my back against it. "Mind as well get comfy."

Stiles and Malia walk over to the pillar near the stairs, Stiles sitting down first so Malia could rest her head on his lap. "You know, this is where it all started.

Scott took a seat on one of the boxes. "What do you mean?"

Stiles pointed to the safe nearby where Allison stood. "That's where the money was. 117 million in bearer bonds."

Kira picked up a jar that was filled with old mushrooms. "How do you even change bearer bonds into cash?"

He shrugged. "A bank, I guess."

"It's mind-blowing that they just let it sit here the whole time." Allison shook her head with disbelief and took a seat to lean against the wall while Kira sat on the same crate as Scott. "Not even considering spending it."

"You know bearer bonds are basically extinct?"

"Why does it matter?" Kira inquired with a shrug.

"You know how many problems that money could solve?" He asked.

"For you?"

He nodded. "Me, my dad. The Eichen House and MRI bills are crushing him."

I bring my knees close to my chest with a sigh. "My moms been taking double shifts to save up for a car. I offered to get a job at some grocery store around here, but she says that I've already had a stressful year and told me that I wasn't ready." I fiddle with my fingers nervously. "She's gotten in trouble a couple of times for being late and I'm pretty sure a couple more slip-ups, she'll end up getting fired."

"My mom does this thing where she writes down all the items in our budget, how much they cost, and then she adds them all up and figures out how long we have until...we'd lose the house."

My heart clenched as I pictured Melissa simply sitting in her dining room table with a notepad, the stressed expression on her face as she listed her budget.

I wish I could do something.

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From the amount of time we've spent here, it seemed like hours.

I rub circles around the sides of my head with my fingers in an attempt to ease the pounding headache but it felt like I was making it worse. I swiftly take off my shirt, thankfully having a tank top under, and wipe away the beads of sweat that trickled down my forehead, feeling my temperature rise more than before.

"You doing okay?"

I look up and see the darkened circles that were around Allison's eyes filled with concern.

"Of course. It's not like we're dying or anything." I mutter and move my stare to the wall. I feel her take a seat next to me and I let out a scoff. "Out of the entire room, why would you choose to sit next to me?"

"Because I know you. You won't worry about yourself unless everyone else is okay first."

My eyes trail over to Scott and Stiles near the wall, Scott pressing his ear against the vault door to see what was going on outside while Kira and Malia were huddled in the corner together.

"And your point is?" I mutter, looking away from our friends. "Why don't you check in with Kira and Malia then?"

Her hand momentarily brushes against mine. "I'm making sure that you don't forget about your health too."

"Well, I'm tired of feeling like someone is slamming my head against the wall." I grumble, squishing my jacket and t-shirt to make it a pillow so I could lie down. "Put me out of my misery already."

I watch her shake her head with disbelief before I covered my eyes with my arms to rest them on my head. "That's low, even for you."

I let out a snort. "You used to like it when I went low."

I hear her breath hitch before she cleared her throat. "You know that's not what I meant. I-I—"

Why the hell would I say that? "Relax, Allison. It's just—" I awkwardly chuckle but then feel a burning sensation come up from my throat, causing me to lurch to the side and the next thing I knew, the floor was covered with black blood which caused a wave of nausea to hit.

"That's not good."

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A/N:

Y'all I'm so dumb lmao I forgot to add my authors note at the end of last chapter and I'm impatient on posting this in four-five days so I'll just give y'all another update.

Two things. I read what you all said about a possible love interest for Phoebe and I saw some say Liam or Hayden and one person said she should stay single hahah

So let's do a poll!

Hayden + Phoebe

Liam + Phoebe

Alrighty second thing. I'm starting school on the 29th so again, please be patient when it comes to updates.

I'm trying to finish to (hopefully) season 6 before I start but it's really challenging to when it comes to having somewhat realistic obstacles with Allison and Olivia's relationship that aren't too cliche (I think lmao)

Especially since I want to stay constant with Olivia's stubborn but have that awkward gay panic personality lmao

Anyway I hope you all have/had an amazing day! Bye!

~Cimbello