Guys seriously if you don't know this song damn... you're too young! It!

"I need a fucking drink."

Charlie lays back, rubbing his hand over his face in disbelief at the things I'd disclosed to him.

I raised an eyebrow, driving faster," didn't you quit."

"Stopping and quitting are two different things," he murmurs," especially when your little niece has just told her uncle that every goosebumps book he read for shits and giggle actually exists."

I shrug my shoulders," at least there no ventriloquists dolls after us okay, that's when I'm out and move to Fiji."

"Kind of want to move now," he mumbles," so what are we going to do?"

"Scott and Stiles have been arrested for trapping, or as Jackson stated "kidnapping," him. So you and I are going to get his dad not to press charges," I once again state.

"And then you'll explain more," he asks me.

I nod," yes but with alcohol cause I think that might be the only way to get through this."

----

20 minutes later I walk out of the room where I've just convinced David Whittemore not to incarcerate my friends and instead place a restraining order against them. Unfortunately Charlie was stuck in their with him still, he was being good about it though. Nice enough to distract David while I went off and gave the good news.

The interrogation room is where Melissa impatiently paces back and forth while the two culprits sit down slightly terrified. When I open the door Melissa looks up, giving me hopeful eyes.

"What happened?" She asks me.

"Well I managed to convince him not send these two to jail but they are still getting a restraining order. That's better then having juvie though," I answer her.

She nods," I can deal with that although Scott is still getting in even more in trouble."

I nod," sheriff will be in here shortly to discuss the the terms of condition."

She nods, pressing her hand to my cheek and smiling," thank you, really. I don't know what would happen without you. I need to get some air before I strangle both of them."

I nod," it's okay. I'll be here with them."

She nods, walking out and as soon as the door closes I'm involved into a best friend hug.

"You are officially #1 best friend, I'm buying you a whole pizza," Stiles mumbles to me while I attempt to breath.

"Stiles can buy you pizza I'll buy you m&ms," Scott mumbles too.

"That's nice and all, I love you guys too but I can't breathe," my muffled voice says.

The both drop me in the same moment and I gasp in fresh air," sorry."

I wave them off and say," alright so explain."

"Jackson is in a fugue state every time he turns into the Kanima," Stiles begins explaining.

"Like Lydia?" I question.

"Yes, which also means he won't know who's controlling him," Scott goes on.

"Wait I thought the Kanima had a friend?" I ask them.

Stiles shakes his head," no. Lydia knows Archaic Latin and she told Allison it seeks a master not friend, therefore someone is controlling him."

I sigh deeply," just fucking brilliant."

The door behind us opens, in walking Charlie who smiles at both boys and they isn't salty shut up.

"He knows," I inform them.

"About everything?" Scott asks timidly.

I nod my head," yup, he knows still a little confused but he knows."

"That's great! We need another human!" Stiles says ecstatic.

Charlie nods, looking at Scott," so you're the alpha?"

I shake my head," not him Charlie. He's the omega or beta."

Charlie nods," sorry still trying to figure it out."

Scott smiles,"it's okay man. Thanks for keeping us out of jail."

"Anyways," I say," continue with your explanation."

"Basically he's done everything except delete the video of him changing during the full moon," Stiles says," Jackson still thinks he's just becoming and werewolf and because of Lydia it's been delayed."

"Alright so now we beat the sense into him," I ask, having both boys nod at me.

"Is violence always the answer Imelda?" Charlie questions.

"For her it's the only answer," Stiles murmurs.

--

I was lying on the ground, cold hard ground. It felt like I was lying on ice. Everything around me was freezing and hard. It felt dark and demonic. And I hadn't even opened my eyes.

When my brown eyes sparked open I was astounded at what I saw. It was like I was in the preserve but different. Everything was covered in snow, plain white snow in a thick layer. I could barely make out the difference between trees and ground. Everything was mixed in together with the white mist. The snow fell heavily, smacking against the floor harshly except where I laid.

I sat up, looking around rapidly. My previous dream took place in this same clearing, everything was the same.

"You fall prey to the curse of the gods."

"What," I gasped out, that same women's voice once again speaking to me.

"You fall prey to the curse of the gods."

I understood nothing of what she meant, in fact I furrowed my brows.

"I don't understand," I said aloud.

"You fall prey to the curse of the gods. Deos quaeso imprecatione cadatis."

And the snow stopped, even the wind that whipped loudly into my ears was not heard.

Suddenly green tree leaves began falling, even on me they dropped. I lifted one of hands and reached upwards, grasping one of them into my hands. It was definitely a tree leaf, what was the meaning behind it? Faster and faster they came down, until finally I felt like I was getting swallowed by them.

"IMELDA!" Charlie's voice shook the scene, like an earthquake it slowly started to disappear. The images began to break away, being replaced by a black abyss.

"WAKE UP!" Charlie yelled once more, and my eyes shot open. Charlie held me down, grabbing at my arms exactly like Lydia had.

"What in the fucking hell," I gasped out.

"Are you okay?" He questions, looking alert. The sunlight was just barely making its way through my windows, so it was easy to see his green eyes contracting around me.

"I don't know," I said lifting my arm upwards to smooth at my face.

"What is that?" He questions me, halting my right hand and opening the palm. I hadn't even noticed that my hand was in a tight ball, my knuckles going red from the strength I was exerting into it.

"What?" I questioned, looking into my hand.

"Where did you get that?" Charlie questions.

I had no response because right there, crushing my tiny palm was the same tree lead that I had caught in my dream.

I pursed my lips," I have no clue."

---

My mind swirled around the entire morning after that, coming up with different scenarios and explanations to where that leaf had come from. Nothing made sense, everything sounding even more lucrative then the last.

There was no proper explanation to that tree leaf.

Charlie had been concerned about me the entire morning, even going as far as to get me to stay home. I needed to come though, it was better for me to come. I needed to help my friends instead of focusing on my shitty life.

That's precisely why instead of sleeping on the downstairs couch I now was at my locker, staring at a green smoothie with a grey sticky note that ready "Sorry- Lydia."

I smirked ah the small sentiment, picking up the juice filled with my favorite fruit.

"I may have overreacted," Lydia's voice says, leaning against the nearest locker to mine.

I raise an eyebrow," I may have been too bitchy when talking to you too."

"I know whatever you're doing is to keep me safe," she adds.

"I know I've promised one too many times that I would explain and just bail," I go on.

"I'm sorry," Lydia goes first.

"I'm sorry," I finish off and lean in, wrapping my arms around her while she does the same.

"Oh thank god," she mumbles," I was having way too many withdrawals."

I laugh," same it was too lonely and besides look I suck at picking clothes!"

"I know! You looked like an undertaker yesterday! I'll admit though you made a hot one," she teases.

"Whatever," I answer rolling my eyes.

"Do me a favor," she says, pulling into her bag and grabbing a pink notebook," hold this and let me leave my science textbook in your locker!"

I nod, gripping the notebook into my hands by then wincing when I feel a shar cut slice through my palm," OW!"

"Oh I'm so sorry!" Lydia says, pulling the notebook carefully back, displaying a thin, long cute across my palm and the cause being the threading needle stuck between pages of her notebook.

"Damn Lydia," I murmurs, fisting my hand. Knowing it'll get better soon," you need to stop being a sewing kit everywhere."

---

"It's everything Lydia can translate. And trust me, she was very confused." Allison says through the same space created between the bookcase. Allison and I were on one side of it while the boys were on the other. She handed over the black tablet, both boys looking over all the information.

"Yeah, what'd you tell her?" I asked her.

That we were part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," she said trying to contain a laugh.

"I am part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures." Stiles informs us all, as if it was the most casual thing.

"Really Stiles, when do you have the time!" I question with a raised brow.

Scott ignores the banter that is about to begin between us, "Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him? "

"Not really. But Stiles was right about the murderers."

"Yes!" He says joyfully, although it isn't anything to be happy of.

"It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance. There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village -" she informs us all. I nod along.

"All right, see? So maybe it's not all that bad." Stiles says optimistic.

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to." Allison finishes

"Well that's just shit luck," I mumble.

"Here's the thing, though. The kanima's actually supposed to be a werewolf. But it can't be -" She goes on.

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it." Scott finishes.

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could've told you that myself." Stiles says, and I kind of have to agree

"What if - It has something to do with his parents? His real parents." Allison questions and my gaze drops.

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Stiles asks but I know the question is directed solely at me since I can feel start to look at me one by one.

"I can't say," I mumble.

"Are you kidding me? He's being manipulated to kills people and you won't tell us!" Stiles practically yells at me.

"Aye!" I snap back," it's not my story to tell okay. I promised I wouldn't tell anyone about it! Someone else has to know!"

"Lydia might," Stiles says, giving up on me and looking at different options

"What if she doesn't know anything?" Scot questions.

I groan," alright! He doesn't have a restraining order against me, so - I'll talk to him myself. Maybe convince him and then get him to talk.

"I'll go with you," Allison adds and I nod at her.

"Okay, what do I do?" Scott says, his voice laced with concern. My guess is because Allison has joined my job.

"You have a make - up exam, remember? Promise me." Allison reminds him.

"If he does anything, you both run the other way." Scott warns us

"We can take care of myself." I remind him, thinking to the cross bow in Allisons bag along with my strength.

"If either of you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me. If he does anything -" he starts to ramble on.

"Like?"

"Anything - Weird or bizarre - anything." Scott answers.

"Anything evil!" Stiles says, sticking his head into the crevice between books and I shove it right back. Laughing at the way my friends were so concerned,"Ah - Ow!"

"Bye boys," I murmur to them, walking off with Allison.

The cameras move with us, I can tell wether they are motion triggered or just move wherever Allison goes. With parents like hers I wouldn't be surprised if it actually was the latter.

"Imelda your hands bleeding," Allison observes, her eyes looking down at the small blood on my hand.

Confused I also look down and realize that it's still there, the small cut made form the needle earlier was still there. Unhealed and redder then ever.

Quickly I snatch my hand into a fist," it's from earlier- it's healed now but I'll just go wash my hand. Meet you up by the locker."

She nods, walking off while I rush to the nearest bathroom. It's empty when I enter and immediately I run it under hot water, noticing that indeed that cut is still there.

Biting my lip I grab some of the napkins and hold pressure down on it, fisting my hand around the napkin.

What the hell?

I should be healing, there can't be anything wrong with me.

No, it's just my imagination. The dream is messing with me.

Unless...

I stare at myself in the mirror, sucking in a deep breaths fm concentrating on changing my eye color.

But it doesn't happen.

Nothing happens.

---

"Hey Imelda," a very happy Matt comes running next to me as I walk down the empty halls.

"Oh hey Matty," I mumble, not really in the mood to talk. I was trying to hurry but I couldn't very well take him with me to meet up with Allison. Plus, she didn't really like him. She thought he was slightly creepy which I really didn't see.

"You okay?" He asks me, looking at my face.

"Yeah sorry, just distracted," I answer with a forced smiled," did you need anything?"

"Hey, did you hear about the underground show? Apparently, they've got some big name spinning." He says, I nod along and look down the hallway to see Allison hurrying me over.

"Oh, you mean like a rave? " my eyes flicker back to him.

"Oh, is it still a rave if you don't roll? I just call it a party. But hey, I got a friend who can hook us up with tickets if you're down. Want me to get you one?" He tries to joke.

I look at him," Matty trust me if there's glow sticks and lots of illegal stuff then it's a rave. Being underground is like a requirement."

"So do you want to go?" He asks me.

I nod along," sure sounds fun."

Instantly his face lights up,"Yeah? All right, cool. Um, it's Friday, so - Looking forward to it."

I nod, smiling," see you then. I actually have something to do so I'll see you."

He nods, walking off with that same smile plastered on his face.

"What was that about?" Allison asks me, watching as Matt walks off.

I shrug my shoulders," rave stuff. I was only half paying attention. Come on."

"Jackson?" I ask, owning the locker room enough so my voice goes inside

"In here," his voice says casually. We walk cautiously turning the corner until we realize Jackson is showering and is bar naked We both shrink back, gasping out.

"Is something wrong?" He asks like nothing wrong which puts the hairs on my neck to stand tall.

"Y - you could've warned us," I answer," we didn't need to see all of that."

You're the ones that walked into the boys' locker room." He says but it's not the response I would normally get.

"We came to- you know what forget it," I say, nodding at Allison to run towards the exit.

He rounds the corner, walking after us. Compelling naked he stalks us as we step back," Did you wanna talk about something?"

Allison locks her hand around my wrist,"We can talk later."

"No. Let's talk now," he says, trapping us against the wall.

"I thought you wanted to talk." He says, looking between us.

"We changed our changed my minds." Allison says trying to sound firm

"You sure Allison Because you look a little stressed. Is it Scott? Is it that whole thing? I still can't believe you actually think your little Romeo and Juliet story is gonna last. You know he's eventually just gonna run to Derek and join up with him and his little wolf pack. If you don't realize that, then you gotta be the stupidest bitch in this town. Well, other than Scott since he's a pretty stupid bitch himself."

"Stop. Just stop!" I yell out, trying to sound fierce. I want to hit him, give us enough time to get away but in afraid I won't be able to

"What are you gonna do, Allison, hmm - when your stupid bitch of boyfriend turns on you? They kill your aunt. They almost kill Lydia. Who do you really think's gonna be next, hmm? Not you. No, no, it can't be you, because you're in love. Is that what you tell yourself, hmm? "Scott's different and everything's gonna work out because we're in love." Well, if that's what you believe, then you're already dead." He says almost mocking us with a laugh.

"Shut the fuck up," I roar, going to lift my hand but he stops it, slamming it over my head.

"And what about you my little Imelda. Of course you aren't really mine, you're not really Derek's either since you've kissed both of us. Who's are you? You know maybe Allison was right that night, maybe you do bounce around. I've seen the way you strut around here lately, like you're too good. Too good for any of us. But I know the truth, I know how badly you've wanted to be dead before. I know how badly you felt like a pathetic bitch, I mean you did have a point, not even Charlie wanted you. And you think that now, just because you talk to some guys on a daily basis it makes you important all of a sudden. Is that what you think?" He says to me, eyes darling as he speaks.

"Jackson shut up right now," Allison says, trying to defend me. I'm silent though, every words slicing at me.

"Face it Imelda all anyone will see you is a dollar sign or obstacle. Poor Derek has put up with your shit for far too long, thank god you finally gave it up to him, the poor guy deserved it after the emotional baggage you fucking carry. Although I'm guessing you weren't all that great in the sack huh, seeing as how he's not here to help. No ones here and no one will ever be here to save you because you're worth more dead then you ever are alive," he says the last part slow enough to where it repeats in my head over and over.

"You both are pathetic," says to both of us,"I just hope that hunter training has been teaching your my moves."

"Actually, it has," Allison says aloud, grabbing his wrist and turning it around at an awkward angle. She lifts her knee upwards, slamming it into his abdomen.

Allison grabs my wrist, pushing me to follow her but I'm too slow. Jackson fingers hold onto my waist and throws me down, falling onto of me. My head slams into the ground underneath me, the world swirling as Jacksons weight falls on me.

"Imelda? Allison? What are you two doing here?" He suddenly says, eyes looking at us confused as he quickly gets off me and grabs the nearest shorts. Allison grabs me, crouching near me while I shrunk back into the nearest wall. The tears start to fall down my face as I begin to shake, I've never felt this way before but it's not good. Whatever is happening is causing such a strong reaction from me.

Scott bursts through the doors, looking at both of us aha isn't the wall. I can't manage to make out a word so Allison says for both of us," we... we... we're fine. Scott, we're fine. Scott!"

He doesn't seem to care though, slamming straight into Jackson with a growl.

"I have a restraining order!" Jackson roars.

"Trust me, I restrained myself." Scott says, going wolf.

Both of them begin slamming into one another, hitting the locker and making them fall. Allison tries desperately to get me up but I'm frozen solid. My mind yells at my body to get up, especially when they slam outside.

Somehow I manage to convince my legs to move and come outside to find Erica holding onto Scott and Stiles yelling out.

"Scott, Scott, Scott! Guys!" Stiles yells out

"What the hell's going on? Hey! Enough! Enough. What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down! Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself? Stilinski!" Mr. Harris decides to show up then, ordering around.

"You dropped this." Matt goes to hand Allison the black tablet when Harris snatches it away.

"You and you - actually - all of you - Detention. Three o'clock." He says, pointing at all of us.

Everyone groans, walking away in different direction as Harris leaves. Scott looks longing at Allison know very well he can't say anything to her. Jacksons stares at me but walks right back into the locker room, that cynical look in his eyes.

Stiles grabs my hand, leading my straight into one of the nearest empty classes.

"Hey," he says, grabbing my attention," what's going on with you."

"Stiles," I barely manage to whisper the word," I can't... I...I... Stiles."

Everything I say can't come out properly, words all jumbled up. I feel like crying, I feel so disconnected with me body. It's like I'm dying by turning human again. My entire body is weak and slow, I can barely manage to say do on my two feet.

"What's going on with her?" Scott asks, walking into the room and silently shutting the door.

"Scott, I don't know. I've never seen Imelda like this," Stiles says, sitting me down onto the desk.

Scott moves Stiles out of the way," Imelda turn. Whatever you're feeling shift your eyes and it'll go away."

He shuts his yes and reveals the golden iris that shovel compel me to turn as well but instead I'm finding myself gasping for air and my eyes shutting.

"SCOTT! Scott!" Stiles yells out," get her back!"

"Stiles she can't turn," he panics," we can't do anything! I don't know what do."

My chest hurts, like my heart is slamming into it.

Stiles moves Scott out of the way and says," she's having a panic attack dude! Why is she having a panic attack! Shit! Uhh..."

Stiles kisses me, slamming his lips roughly into my own. My eyes shoot open at his action, all in the same moment I push him away to grasp at cold air.

"Guys," I manage to gasp out," I need to show you something."

The fist I've managed to keep tightly packed open up, the brown napkin get following from it and displaying the cut.

"It's not healing," Stiles observes," meaning what exactly?"

"Meaning you've turned human," Scott concludes.

--

For the rest of the day Stiles and Scott kept close to me, keeping me between both of them the entire time we walked. I stay quiet, feeling as my energy slowly drains away even further.

By the time we get to detention I sit in the nearest chairs and shut out the world, going to sleep while Scott and Stiles discuss around me. Even that is barely audible.

I'm terrified of dreaming, so instead constantly spend the time keeping myself from drifting off to far which turns out drains me further.

After awhile a jolt to my shoulder gets my attention, my head lifts to see Stiles is staring closely at me.

"Hey," he says softly," we have to put books back in their shelves. Come on I sign want to leave you near Jackson."

I nod my head, drowsily getting up and placing books in random spaces. Not really mattering where they go. I grab about 5 of them and walk around the corner towards an empty book shelf and begin placing them around, trying to concentrate on it instead of the huge amount of imaging weights on my body. Seriously I couldn't even form a single sentence.

"IMELDA!" Someone yells my name for what feels like fifteenth time to grab my attention. Only this time I don't understand why so when I look up I only have enough time to breathe in for a scream when the Kanima attacks.

Half Kanima, half Jackson swipes at me. If I were still supernatural I would have moved out of the way in time. Instead it manages to swipe deeply across my torso, and then with its other claws digs itself once more into my side, dropping me in the process.

The Kanima hisses before disappearing, tilting one of the bookcases nearest me. With the last of my strength I manage to crawl away from it dropping on me, blood starting to build up inside me.

With a little push I manage to turn, laying face up on the ground as I cough on the blood.

My friend yell for me, I dot know if they've found me yet.

Whatever happens is lost to me, the pain finally taking control.

------

"DEREK! DEREK!" Stiles and Scott yelled down towards where the alpha was hoping to find out more information about the Kanima. Instead he was surprised to hear desperate please of his name and the smell of Imelda overwhelming.

He practically leaped out of the train cart, heart racing and palms sweaty when he jumped out. His two male betas right behind him.

What he found was anything but what he expected.

All 3 teenagers, covered in blood and reeking of pain. They all yelled out different things, trying to frantically explain what had happened. Isaac and Boyd behind him trying to concentrate on one person that yelled out.

No one knew exactly what they said, all they could conclude was that this was the Kanima.

But Derek wasn't interested in how it happened, he was too engrossed at who it happened to.

Imelda was cradled against Scott's chest while he grab onto the petite brunette tightly.

She was like a doll in his arms, a lifeless doll.

Her eyes shut closed and no one could quite tell if she was actually breathing.

It seemed like time slowed down entirely for Derek as he took notice of everything. His green eyes trailing over it all.

Kanima.

Kanima.

Was all he could think to fuel the anger and instantly get him to jump into action.

"Set her down! Set her down," the alpha who tried to sound firm yelled out.

Scott McCall complied, gentry laying her down as if she were the most delicate flower. He tried not to shake too much or even think about the fact that her heart had stopped twice when coming. He was trying desperately not to believe there was already so much blood on him, too much. He was trying to pretend like her slowed heart was not important. And as he let her go, the voice that tried yelled out he may have already let her go was shut down. Scott wasn't trying to think positive about this because there wasn't anything to be positive about, he was trying to stop the negative thoughts.

Like Imelda always did, he was trying to stay in the moment.

Stiles Stilinski snatched up her wrist, pressing his fingers against Imelda's now pale skin and imaging she would squeeze back.

The 3 betas merely watched, all of them trying to swallow down the pain they felt for the girl, realizing that just maybe she had been a piece of their lives even though most of it was good rivalry. She meant something to them though because she men at everything to Derek Hale.

"She's not dying," Derek aggressively said," everyone get around her."

And so they did, quickly huddling until they wee near enough to feel the cold, not warmth, from her body.

"What's happening to her?" Derek asked," she should have healed."

Stiles tried explains until he realized nothing was coming from his mouth so he grunted and then explained," she hasn't been healing. She's been different all day like she's human. She said turning human was killing her."

Derek nodded, noticing she was still fighting. There was still hope, he could tell by the way her fist stayed shut tightly.

"Alright everyone claws out and eyes turned," he ordered, and then looking at stiles," you hold her hand tightly."

Stiles nods, instantly clasping his hand with hers. Noticing the extreme drop in temperature but focusing on using every muscle in his body to grab it.

"Everyone else in the same moment dig your claws into her," Derek orders, every other wolf looking at him confused," I know it sounds crazy but it'll work."

"How do you know it will?" Scott asked.

"Because my mother did it once," Derek admits," it brings a wolf back when they are dying. She's a Dea though so it'll be twice as much strength for her, usually one alpha can do this. She needs all of you to do this for her."

He looked around, specifically at his betas since Scott McCall would be on board to save Imelda's life no matter what happens.

They all stared between one another, the betas debating wether to help the girl who had threatened them so much. Was she worth it for them?

Boyd was the first, pressing his claws against her right outer thigh and nodding. Isaac followed suit, giving the girl who had told him to fuck off one too many times a longing look and then letting the tip of his claws to press against the right side of her stomach. Erica nodded, not thinking this was the girl she despised but instead knowing if the tables were flipped, Imelda would probably help.

"Alright," Derek says relived," now we do this all in the same moment and then howl. They say the strength of the howl and power of our claws is enough to bring her forward."

Scott impatiently sighs," let's do it now."

Imelda's hand slowly began to loosen, the brown napkin crinkling.

"Now!"

-----

An earthquake was shoving me forward, an earthquake was pulling me up into my body. An earthquake was rushing me to the surface.

An earthquake woke me up.

When I opened my eyes I first noticed the little things, lamps or pieces of metal that had now slowly stopped shaking. Then I noticed the smell of exhaustion and power. That followed by a strange look at all 5 werewolves and 1 human that were surrounding me looking relieved.

"Did I just die," I croaked out. Looking at them all for answers.

"Doesn't matter," Derek sighs out, you came back.

------

"You know who it is." Scott called out to Derek 15 minutes later during which I had managed to get my abilities back and also acquire a change of clothes from Derek.

"Jackson." Derek confirmed and I realized that they were talking about kanima.

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you? I'm gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack. If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him." Scott says walking up to Derek.

"And?" He says, crossing his arms.

"All of us are going to work together," I declare stepping forward next to Scott," but there's one condition."

"And we do it our way." Scott finished.

----

Dies a million times because I finally got this done at 2 in the morning jfc.

Let me know what you think!

-Ash.