"Tell me one reason I shouldn't send you off to live in Fiji?" Charlie asks me, perplexed at what I had just explained to him.

Yeah, safe to say Charlie was not a happy camper when he found out what had happened the prior day. Seeing as how I had showed up looking like death, who I had become acquainted of thought the day, then had Stiles and Scott constantly looking over me. Neither left until I had practically forced them out, and even then they had asked Charlie to keep an eye out for me. I had safely avoided talking to Charlie, well that is until I realized that hiding things was probably not for the best. He would most likely just end up looking into things himself and I've seen enough movies to know the curious either end up dead or in trouble.

In Charlie's case I assumed he would end up dead considering if anyone took him hostage he would probably have the same reactions as me; constantly rambling to the takers until finally one put a bullet in his head for some peace and quiet.

Anyways, I explained to him what had happened to which I earned the current reaction I was given.

Rolling my eyes I begin plucking around the fridge, finding the necessary items I needed.

"Stop being overdramatic," I murmured to him, plucking things out of the pantry," you have no clue how normal that is for us."

"I'll be a fucking drama queen if I want Mel! You almost died! And I was here working on leg day!" He yells out.

"Rather die then leg day to be honest," I murmured, placing the bag of chips on the counter.

"Holy fuck, you really are acting like avoiding death is what you do for fun," he grumbles.

"You gotta die of something," I murmured, smiling widely at the Nutella," why not die like a badass."

"What badass! You use too cry when someone looked at you wrong," he says.

"Hey! You looked like Shreks ass! Wasn't my fault I had nightmares over that," I sassed.

"Well maybe fugly ran in the family! When you were born a baboons ass was more appealing then you," he answers back.

"You loved me as a baby! Dad said you would always fall asleep near me," I answered.

"Your father also told Dom and I he fought alongside Superman, the man was a compulsive liar. Especially when it was the holidays and the tequila would come from every direction," he deadpans looking around at the arrangement of food I had brought out. Seriously there was one too many things on the counter," what the fuck are you doing? Getting ready to go out and feed the homeless."

"No," I snorted," we are having a movie night."

His eyes lit up," Scream?"

I nodded," oh definitely. And we are going to enjoy this because watching someone die on TV is better then experiencing it first hand. And you're the victim."

"I call the Doritos!" He yells out, snatching the bag up.

"Fine!" I grumble before looking over and smirking," I call the blue Gatorade."

"You're one lucky bitch."

"Considering I didn't die yesterday, yes."

----

"I was almost done with the first season of the flash Scotty, this better be good," I said to my fellow werewolf who opened the bet doors to me. My teeth were practically chattering as I stepped inside, it hadn't been that long since I had showered for the night when Scott called me. Instead of being a bitch and not coming I didn't it was worth the drive and hurried over. My cold wet hair stuck to my neck as I stood for the last couple of seconds outside.

"It's about catching Jackson," he informs me," Deaton may be able to help. He also may know about what happened to you..."

I nod, walking inside and following Scott the the back where Deaton was wiping down the counters.

"Hello Imelda," he greeted me.

I smiled, beginning to pick my hair up into a ponytail," hey Deaton."

"How are you?" He questions me. Scott walks out then presumably to answer the door since he had informed me Derek would be showing up as well.

I focused on Deatons question though, sighing I answered," considering I could be laying in a grave rather then standing here in dandy. Also it's nice to walk in here rather to wake up on one of the counters."

He smiles, liking the humor I put into my terrible days before saying," you know Scott told me what happened. I don't know much about your kind but I could look into some history, maybe find out what really happened."

"That would be so great Doc," I murmured to him. Smiling broadly.

He nods," let's go greet our guests."

I nod walking our first and noticing Derek standing there along with Isaac.

"You know what? And Derek really doesn't care. Now where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?" Derek questions, liking towards where I'm walking out of. Deatons right behind me but I feels Derek's eyes linger on me. I give him a faint smile.

"That depends. Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?" Deaton replies to Derek who then focuses on him.

He answer," Kill himself."

"Save him." Scott and I say at the same time.

I roll my eyes at Derek's violent waysSave him. Derek we are going to save him. Get it through your thick hair."

He sighs, surrendering and nodding towards Deston who motions for us to follow him into the back.

All of us follow in a line, huddling around one of the steel tables as Deaton produces an assortment of herbs I'm guessing.

Isaac being the curious one goes to touch one the containers, earning a slap in the wrist by me. It was extremely rude to just grab things that weren't yours. Did this boy have any manners?

"Watch what you touch." I hissed at him, Isaac rubbing at his wrist and looking at me in a childlike manner.

"So, what are you? Some kind of witch?" Isaac asks Deaton.

"No, I'm a veterinarian," Deaton answers calmly,"Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin."

"We're open to suggestions," Derek tells him.

"What about an effective offense?" Isaac suggests almost like this was a sport.

"We already tried. I nearly took its head off. Imelda and Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up," Derek tells him, effectively shutting down his plan.

"Has it shown any weaknesses?" Deaton questions.

"Well, one - it can't swim," Derek answers, both him and I remembering that he'll in the swimming pool.

"Does that go for Jackson as well?"

"No. He's the captain of the swim team," I inform him, shaking my head at the same time.

"Essentially, you're trying to catch two people," Deaton begins to explain. He goes to the cabinets and comes back with what resembles a coin, showing us one side and then setting it down next to the trey of herbs," A puppet - and a puppeteer. One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why? "

"I don't think Jackson could do it," Scott says.

I nod along, "Scott's right, Jackson wouldn't be able to kill the women. His mother died pregnant too, and she was maybe murdered. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."

"How do you know it's not part of the rules? The kanima kills murderers. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies too," Isaac asks me.

My facial expression goes stunned for a moment until I smile at him," and the dumb sidekick redeems himself. I just might actually start to tolerate you Lahey."

He smiles at me, this time not trying to be... well Derek but sincere.

"Does that mean your father was a murderer?" Scott asks him.

"Wouldn't surprise me if he was," Isaac bluntly answers without a second thought.

"Hold on. The book says they're bonded, right? What if the fear of water isn't coming from Jackson, but from the person controlling him? What if something that affects the kanima also affects its master?" Deaton concludes for us, then grabs one of the containers, opening it up to reveal a black ash like substance. He proceeds to form a thick circle around the coin.

"Meaning what?" Isaac questions.

"Meaning we can catch him," Scott answers.

----

"You wanted to see me coach?" I asked, stepping inside Finstocks office my high heeled boots announcing my arrival.

"Imelda!" He says, looking up from the playbook he looks at," I have a questions for you."

"Shoot Coach?" I nod, leaning against the chair.

"Where is your best friend Jackson?" He asks me," didn't show up for practice today and when I asked Danny he told me to ask you."

I shake my head, "haven't really seen him lately. He's been kind of doing his own thing."

"do you have any idea where he might be?" He asks me.

"Considering k haven't had the chance to install a tracking device in his head no coach," I answer sarcastically.

"That's a good idea!" He says," actually do it! Do it to all the first string players! I'll even help you! Wouldn't you like to know where your boyfriend is at all times?"

Confused I furrow my brows," coach my boyfriend isn't on the team."

" I thought you were dating Stilinski or McCall?" He says.

I shake my head rapidly," rather eat one of those jock straps they use. I couldn't tolerate one of them, much less go out with them. Besides, I'm not into teenage boys."

He shrugs his shoulders," alright then. Well if you do see Jackson kick his ass for missing practice will you."

Grinning I nod and begin walking out," trust me Coach, right now there isn't a single person that wouldn't do that favor with joy."

I walked out of his office, smiling until I cushy sight of Stiles talking to Danny who looked anything but interested in the conversation.

"Okay, okay. Hear me out. You give us the tickets, and you devote your life to abstinence and just - " Stiles attempts to persuade Danny into giving him his tickets to the rave I presume.

"Stiles Stilinski if you don't leave Danny and his sex life alone," I cut him off, letting Danny walk away quickly.

"No luck?" I aka both my friends who's game their heads in disappointment.

"How do you two losers even survive?" Osaac asks.

A scoff comes from me," like you could do anything better Bambi."

"What are we supposed to do? No one's even selling," Scott also joins in.

Isaac smirks at us, and looks over towards a set of players,"Wait here, boys and Imelda."

"What is he gonna-?" Scott questions, all of us watching as he goes over like an animal and mauls the two boys.

"Ow. Oh, my - yup. That's excessive. That'll bruise," Stiles comments as I tilt my head and take notes.

"Ow," Scott mumbles.

I wince once," shits that takes some skill."

"Wow, okay," Stiles says in awe as Isaac comes back with two tickets in his hands.

"Where's our ticket?" Scott asks.

"Sorry boys, he only had 2," Isaac says with a smile and then looks over at me," one for me and one for my date."

I smile sweetly at him although my come back is anything but," I'd rather drink lava out of a funnel and besides I already have my own date. Guess you could just give it to the walking STD you call Erica."

Isaac raises en eyebrow," Derek told us he wasn't going to the rave."

"Uhh..." I say, quickly realizing just exactly what I had said. Scott and Stiles next

"Oh my god! You have another date!" Iasc finally concludes, grinning like he's hit the lottery," I can't wait to tell Derek! He's gonna lose his mind!"

Laughing the guy walks away, leaving me with a frown on my lips," well that certainly was not expected."

"What are you going to do?" Scott asks me.

I shrug my shoulders," hope Derek doesn't tie me to a lamp post or something. Or find out its Matt."

Stiles shakes his head," okay one very bad Imelda! Matt if not someone you should trust. And two how are we going to get inside the rave."

I sigh," leave that to me. I'll have your tickets by the end of school."

----

"Aye you!" I yell out into the Senior hallway. Ignoring all the awkward looks I'm getting.

One of the kids I've come to know as Glenn looks up, eyeing me weirdly.

"Can I help you?" He asks me.

Popping my gum I look at him," I heard you've got tickets for the race tonight."

I can see that glint in his eye," and who did you hear this from."

"From our mutual friend Benjamin Franklin," I seriously stated.

He smirks," yeah I think he told me you'd be coming around. How many you need."

I lift up 3 fingers," and id prefer them now rather then later."

He nods, going into his black backpack," 75 each. So 225."

"I'll give you $250 if you hurry it tf up," I grumble.

He nods, handing them over and smirking," hey you...?"

"Want to hang out sometimes?" I finish for him," not a chance in hell Glenn. I don't mix business with pleasure. Have a good time at the rave."

I hand him the money and walk away.

----

To; Scott, Stiles

Meet you at the Deatons I have the tickets.

I type quickly on my phone until someone grabs at my arms, and I'm then standing inside one of the empty classrooms.

"Derek I thought we moved past this," I groaned.

He shuts the door, turning around in his leather jacket and grey shirt. I get sidetracked for a moment when I remember just how hot he looks in that jacket.

Have they announced Magic Mike 3 yet cause I'm pretty sure they are missing out big... wait no this ones only mine.

"When were you planning on telling me?" He questions.

I roll my eyes," guess Isaac went and told you. Doesn't he know the rule snitches get stitches?"

"Don't avoid the question," he says, jaw tightening.

"I didn't think it was a big deal to be honest," I answer honestly," besides when was I going to tell you? Last time we saw each other I was kind of dying."

"Who is he?" He asks me.

"You are not going to stalk the kid but he's really harmless! He's human," I answer.

"Are you sure?" He asks.

Sighing heavily I walk over to him, placing my palms against his cheeks and letting him relax until his arms drop and grab me.

I smile at him," completely sure. He's okay. Besides its a date at the rave, I'll probably lose him."

He frowns," he better keep his hands to himself."

I smirk," is my little Der-Bear jealous?"

"I think the word you would use is homicidal,@ he corrects me.

I shake my head," well you psycho nothing's going to happen. Now can I go? Kind of have to drop off some tickets to trap Jackson."

"Be careful tonight okay?" He says to me," anything happens I'll be outside. I'll hear you."

I nod, pecking him on the lips and then reluctantly getting out of his grip.

"Imelda," he says to me just as I go to open the door. I look up as he finishes," remember."

"Remember what?" I questions.

He slams me against the door, lifting me until I can wrap my legs around his body and my lips grab at his while he aggressively moves with mine.

He finally lets me go when I need air.

"Remember that," he says, opening the door for me.

---

"Ketamine?" I asked, puzzled. The small bottle
of it in my hands.

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time. This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you, Stiles. Only you." Deaton begins to explain to the 3 of us as I hand over the bottle of ketamine to Scott.

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure - filled task for me?" Stiles says nervously.

"It's from the Mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble." Deaton goes on, explains the things to us.

"Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" He asked.

"They'll be trapped." Deaton states

"Doesn't sound too hard." Scott says and I shrug my shoulders agreeing

"Not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles." Deaton instructs our friend.

"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." Stiles shad causing me to roll my eyes.

"That is not helping Stiles," I mumur.

"Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish," Deaton explains to him.

"Force of will.l" Stiles thinks.

"if this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it." Deaton tells him.

Stiles nods, doubt forming in his head.

---

"Whoa!" Charlie says when I walk downstairs.

Okay maybe I was a little too excited for this rave, it was my first one and I absolutely adored everything a rave was about. It was on my bucket list and I was so excited to finally due it, even if it meant attending with someone I barely knew.

"It's not too bad! It's a rave Charlie!" I said to him. Laughing as I stepped and readjusted my white nike rosches.

He nods," so who is this kid? I thought you would be going with Stiles or Scott."

Shaking my head I say," his names Matt and he's a friend. Perfectly normal guy no supernatural around him."

He nods," alright well I still want to meet him."

I sigh he silt and roll my eyes once the doorbell rings," do not embarrass me!"

I opened the door, Matt standing there in all black. He smiled at me, blue eyes shining brightly against the dark night.

"Wow! You look... amazing, incredible. I can't even find the word!" He says, lost for words as he rambles.

I smile, looking down at my outfit. It was an all white thing. White ripped jeans that clung to my legs beautifully with a white flowy top, an electric blue bandaeu underneath. My hair had been ruffled and curled enough to give it the proper volume while my make up was just mostly the same except I had added coral lipstick to pop out against my skin.

I smiled brightly," thanks Matty!"

"I'm her uncle Charlie, her guardian," Charlie cuts Matts next word. Opening the door entirely and extending his arm.

He looked very bit the part of intimating with the frown and judge eyes.

"Hello sir I'm Matt," My poor friend says, eyes widening.

"Keep her safe and doing touch her or I'll hurt you," Charlie says when they shake hands.

I shake my my head at him," okay time to go. Come on Matt before he begins talking about the gun he doesn't have."

"Be careful!" Charlie yells as we walk down the gravel towards matts car.

He opens the door for me and I smile at him, the door shuts behind me and he hugs quickly around the side.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I pull it out, tapping a response to Allison just as Matt adjusts himself. The flash of a camera is heard and my head shoots up.

Matt looks at me embarrassed with pink cheeks," I'm sorry. It's just I like taking pictures of this that catch my eye and you looked so beautiful..."

I wave him off, grabbing the camera from his hands and then turning it.

"If you wanted a picture so bad Matty you could have asked," I say with a smile and then point to the camera," say rave!"

The flash goes off in the car, Matt looks ecstatic that I did that. His blue eyes are wide with excitement when I hand it back. He shows me the picture, smiling brightly at it.

"You look so good," he mumbles.

I glance at it once," okay one I always look good. And two so do you. So now let's get going!"

He nods, turning the car on.

---

It takes 20 minutes to drive out to where the rave is being held, already there tons of people waiting. Many of them are our classmates, Matt opens my door and kindly let's me out. I notice his hand twitching to grab mine but ignore it and elks next to him.

There's many dark spots here, one Im fact holding a certain recently turned beta who nods at me to follow him.

Sighing I look at Matt," I'll meet you inside! I just have to call Charlie really quickly."

He nods, " I'll be waiting for you."

Giving him a fake smile I nod and walk off, pulling my phone out. When Matt is inside I quickly run over towards where Boyd hides.

"What now," I mumble to Boyd.

He grabs my forearm, leading me around the corner where Derek is.

Derek stand with his arms crossed over his chest, he looks at Boyd who causally walks the other direction. Leaving me alone with i t Derek.

"You look beautiful," he mumbles and I can't tell but he way his eyes stick to my body he meant it. The way he says it send chills through my spine and arms, the words sounding better when they come from him.

I nod," thank you Derek."

"I just came to remind you to be careful and to stay away from Jackson. If something goes wrong or if you feel sick again scream, yell, just call for me and I'll be there. I'll come for you," he says to me. Sincerity in his voice.

I grin at him," Derek I told you. It's gonna be okay. I'll see you later, my dates waiting for me."

Giving him a quick kiss on the lips I walk away, following with the crowd into the rave. The bouncer looks at me, grabbing my ticket and then hurriedly pushing me inside where there's smoke and sweaty teenager everywhere.

Oh hell, how the fuck am I suppose to find Matt.

A girl walks up to me and hand me a glow stick necklace, placing it over my head and then walking away with a lazy grin. I can tell by the foggy look in her eyes she's anything but stable right now.

The music jumps deeply into my ears, earning a positive response from me as I crave to dance.

"Everything okay?" I hear matts voice say from behind me into my ear.

I jump, turning and slightly taking a step back.

"Yeah, just checking in," I say to him over the loud music. My feet bounce to the music as Matt just stands there looking at me awkwardly.

He smiles at me, letting a hand go through his dark hair. I see Scott hiding behind one of the pillars. He stairs at me, nodding his head to signal he wanted to speak.

I bit my lip and looked at Matt quickly," hey! You want to dance?"

"I don't really dance," Matt said shyly.

I refused the urge to groans and roll my eyes, instead extending my hand to him and dragging him into the hoard of people.

"Just go with the flow Matt! Let the music guide you!" I yelled loudly and started to lift my arms over my head.

My midriff began to show, Matt suddenly more interested in dancing with me. I smiled at him and slowly began going farther into the crowd until we blended in with the mosh pit of people.

There was jumping and frantic moves, every so often I would get moved farther and farther from Matt who attempted to grab or yell out at me but I pretended not to notice. When I finally knew I had lost him it took me a little time to round the corner and look for Scott.

A pale hand clutched at my wrist, dragging me in the opposite direction I was headed towards. Looking up I saw Isaac Lahey dragging me into one of the darker corners.

I would have yelled at him if it not for Scott's scent coming from the spot.

Yanking my wrist away I walked ahead of him.

"What are you doing?" He hissed at me.

"Making sure Matt doesn't see me!" I yelled back," your Frankenstein ass can hide me!"

Hi nods, understanding me and continues walking until we find Scott standing there waiting for us.

He has the small bottle of ketamine in his hand along with the syringe needed to use it. Scott looks stressed out and paranoid as we arrive.

"What's going on?" I ask him.

"I need one of you to get this to Jackson," he says quickly.

"Why us?" I Isaacs asks from behind me.

"Because I got to make sure that Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan. Okay, look, you better do it intravenously which means in the vein. When you find him, you pull back on this plunger right here. In the neck probably is going to be the easiest. So you find a vein, you jam it in there, and pull back on the trigger. Be careful," Scott goes into full detail. He explains what to do and even shows us before handing it over to my tiny palms. His last words being directed toward me.

"I doubt it'll even slightly hurt him," Isaac says, thinking Scott meant Jackson. I hand it over to him which he placed inside his pocket.

"No," Scott shakes his head," No, I mean you. I don't want you to get hurt. Either of you. Imelda you need to watch out or he might really impale you. Isaac watch her back and don't her out of your sight."

Isaac smirks, looking at me playfully while I role my eyes.

"Okay I'm the bait," I say understanding," let's do this."

------

"What in the hell are you doing?" Isaac asks me, watching me carefully.

"I'm playing the part," I murmur, ruffling my hair a little more so it gives off more of a volume look," do I still have lipstick on my lips?"

He smirks at me, placing his thumb on my lips while cupping my chin. Gently he rubs it against my bottom lip.

"Yeah... yeah you do," he says, eyeing my face.

I smirk and push his hand off," who am I kidding. I didn't even have to try with you and it worked."

"You think it'll be that easy with Jackson?" He asks me, looking over towards where said blonde is just standing and watching the crowd.

Winking at Isaac I say," watch and learn Lahey. It'll even have you coming after me."

He goes to say something when I walk away from the wall we leaned on, strutting through the crowds of people. Jackson is walking through the crowd but I easily catch him, grabbing his shoulder and turning him. He looks blank, serious, and determined but the moment I place my entire body on his it's like he forgets for a moment what's happening. I've only seen things done like this in movies but I'm convinced I'm channeling the best vixen. Beyoncé would be proud.

His hands grip my waist, digging themselves aggressively into the soft skin. My hands go towards his hair and pull aggressively, he growls and begins kissing down my neck while I grind my hips into his. His lips attack mine, taking full control while I remind myself that this isn't him. Having Jackson this close reminds me of when we were in his Porsche and that familiar feelings tugs at me.

All of a sudden when I need to concentrate on one person Isaac comes from behind me, placing his hands on the outside of my thighs and kissing my neck.

I tilt my head back, one of my hands leaving Jackson and getting a tight hold on the curly hairs on top of Isaacs hair.

As if in a trance we all move in synch, Jacksons lips trial downwards and pepper kisses onto my shoulders.

Meanwhile Isaac continues to kiss my neck, his hot lips kissing everywhere on my neck. Isaacs hand slowly trails upwards until it's grabbing my palm and placing in it the syringe.

Nudging Jackson I bring him back to my lips and mold our lips together. He kisses me until finally we come up for air and then we just touch forehead, gaining our breaths back.

When I look at him eyes I see nothing, no trace of the blonde boy that makes my heart heavy anytime I think of him.

I purse my lips, and then lift my hand in one fluid movement. He tries to stop me but I'm too fast, the needle goes directly into his vein. In the same moment that I take it out he goes slack.

I catch him, Isaac letting go of me and grabbing Jackson from my arms.

He grits his teeth, carrying his full weight," come on let's go."

I shake my head," my dates probably already looking for me. Besides the Argents are here and if they even see me anywhere I'll be grabbed! Just take him and keep giving him the ketamine."

He nods, Erica coming up next to him and grabbing some weight form Jackson. She nods at me and I pride my lips, my mind once again being consumed by the things I have to do.

I huff, gathering myself and turning right back around, I can't go with them. I feel hot and sweaty, none of those combinations good.

There's a table full of refreshment that I'm positive have been laced with drugs so I avoid that one completely and opt for the water bottles.

"Hey!" A hand goes to the small of my back and Matt appears," where did you go?"

I fake smile at him," got lost in the dance! Tried looking for you for awhile!"

He nods," yeah me too! Do you want to go over there so we can talk!" I look to where he points and see it's well lit and there's people sitting around. Nodding my head I go to walk but Matt grabs my hand and leads me there. His palm is sweaty and not as big as I'm use too but I don't object.

One of the seats is an old couch, I sit down and Matt sits right next to me.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" He asks me.

I nod and smile, swallowing the lump in my throat that says otherwise. I can't get my mind off Jackson, Isaac, Scott, Stiles, Allison, and Derek.

"Yeah!" I answer," I'm really happy I came!"

He smiles," I'm happy you came with me!"

I nod, tapping my fingers against the cold water bottle.

"You okay there? You seem kind of out of it?" He asks me.

I sigh looking at him," it's just one of those days. But you know what they say; smile through the pain."

He nods, I expect him to say something back but instead he tilts his head towards me and unexpectedly kisses me.

For a moment I'm stunned, sure I had kissed many guys as of late but I had always known why. This was just unexpected and frankly not at all what I wanted. I backed away a mere 10 seconds later and looked at Matt wide eyed.

"Uhhhh," I said, not at all finding the correct phrase to say to him.

He shrinks away," I'm so sorry! It was not the right time... it's not okay... I just really like you and. You know what..."

I cut him off," it's okay, it's okay. Matt you're nice and everything but I don't think of you like that. You're a good guy but as of now I already have way too much to deal with."

His cheeks turn pink with embarrassment," I just... you know."

I nod my head and stand up," you know what. I'm just gonna make a call. "

Walking away quickly I head towards the back, where it's more quiet. My phone lights up immediately and I open it to see 24 different messages. The majority from Stiles and Derek.

From Stiles:

KANIMA IS ON THE LOOSE! ESCAPED! GET THE FUCK OUT!

From Derek:

Get your cute round ass home now! Scott has been attacked by Victoria Argent and the rest of them are on the loose.

From Allison:

Told my father about the Kanima being Jackson. Please don't be mad at me.

From Charlie:

Where is this place? Are you allowed to get in there?

From Lydia:

Do you think yellow is a good color on me? How about peach? I need ideas for my birthday.

I roll my eyes at the last 2, heading back inside. I need to go see Scott and Stiles, too bad I have to get into the uncomfortable car ride with Matt.

The Kanima has been let loose as well which means more then likely whoever he's after is already dead.

I sigh knowing that this is only going to get worse.

And with the full moon approaching us there's no doubt it'll be eventful.

I only hope that we call come out of it alive.

-----

Hey everyone! Hoped you like the chapter! I enjoyed writing this one! It's one of my favorite!

I have some good and bad news!

The bad news is I'll be going on a 2 week vacation out of the country tonight! I might have wifi where I'm at but idk yet! So this might be my last update for awhile!  I'm sorry! I was really hoping to finish this season before I left but looks like that won't be happening!

Anyways I do feel really bad so I'll just give you a sneak peek of next chapter!

"What's happening to me!" I found myself yelling out into the middle of the snow. Flames bursting around me like crazy.

"Imelda?" That voice yelled out, again sending me into a frantic sob when I heard it call me out.

I dropped to the ground, my knees giving out on me as my bloodied hands tainted the pure snow.

"STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled out, trying to find its source.

A hand grabbed my shoulder from behind, instantly I spun around and almost passed out when I saw their persons face.

It was Dom.

"Little Mel," he says with a smile, dimples showcasing themselves just like I remembered. Even his light brown eyes shone the same way.

I threw myself onto him, crushing him to my body and hugging for dear life. I had no clue wether this was real or not but it didn't matter right now because he was here. Nothing else mattered.

I took a whiff of his jacket, trying to see if the same smell was their but it wasn't.

What he did smell was a burning fire.

"You killed us Imelda," he says to me calmly.

"What?" I question pulling back.

"You killed us," he says," and now I'm going to kill you."