I couldn't take my eyes off it, the bloodied and mutilated body seeming to in trance me. I had been witness to many atrocities and scenes for scary movies but even I had never seen something so sinister.

The worst part was knowing that I knew the guy, the guy who did not look much older then Derek had been there that night I was abducted by the Argents. Albeit he had been one of them to watch as I was tied down but he was still a human being. No one deserves to die in such a horrific manner.

The smell of decaying flesh just circulating around my sinuses, making every part of me nauseous. I suddenly felt the lunch I ate begin to revolt inside my stomach.

"Imelda," Scott called out to me, shaking my thigh with his hand.

I looked over, hopping down from the table I was. Suddenly having the urge to run as fast as possible away from here.

"What?" I mumbled, careful to be wary of my balance. Swallowing away my urges to run.

Deaton began rushing over towards the many cabinets and pulling out a bottle of rubbing alcohol along with gauze.

"They are coming back so we don't have much time to talk," Deaton began hurriedly saying, dipping a cotton ball in the disinfectant.

"What is that?" Scott asked.

"Rubbing alcohol, lift your shirt," Deaton said. Scott lifted his shirt and let Deaton apply the liquid to the scratch marks," you don't want it to get infected do you? It will heal the same, just not as quickly because of Derek. We would have Imelda fix it for you but I can't have her passing out right now, it'll be strange for them to see her."

"Okay, how do you know all this?" I asked," how do you know anything for that matter?"

He looks at me, wrapping Scotts wounds," it's a long story... what I can tell you is that I know about Scotts kind. And yours Imelda. Your kinds I can help."

"And that?" Scott points towards the body that I refused to look at once more.

"That, that is something different," Deaton answered with dread in his voice.

"Do you know what did it?" Scott questions.

"No," he shakes his head at us," but the Argents will. And this is the crucial part, they will have some kind of record or book, it'll have descriptions, histories, and notations of all the things they've discovered."

"All the things?" Scott says louder," how many different things are there?"

"A lot," Deaton says.

"Hold fuck," I comment," what else is next? Will tinker bell show up and fairy dust my ass human?"

The screeching of tires is heard outside the clinic, Scott not hesitating to grab my hand and lead me towards one of the doors. I assume we are leaving but instead it's a storage closet. The door shuts just as Deaton pretends to busy himself with looking at the body. Footsteps approach the back, both Scott and I tensing as they near.

Scott paces a hand over my mouth, my eyebrows raise in confusion until I realize that this may be a smart move. I tended to talk without thinking and well you could never be too sure.

"I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent closed sign," Deaton says causally, as if he wasn't just healing a werewolf and Dea.

"Hello Alan, it's been awhile. The last I heard you had retired," Gerard Argents voice says, the feeling of tense shooting straight to fear at the older more dangerous Argents mention.

"Last I heard you followed a code of conduct," Deaton answers without missing a beat.

"If you hadn't noticed, this body is one of ours," Chris Argent murmurs.

"I did, I also noticed the gun powder residue on his fingertips," Deaton challenges," so don't assume I'll be swayed by your philosophy just because I'll answer a few questions."

Sassy Deaton, I like it! If we weren't in mortal peril I would be cheering him on.

"He was only 24," Chris says painfully.

Deaton answers simply," killers come in all ages."

"All ages... sizes and shapes," Gerard goes on," it's the last one that concerns us."

Yeah, no fucking kidding. It concerns me too but you don't see me going out and massacring anything that doesn't look right. Your face hasn't looked decent in years Father Time... don't see you taking a medieval sword to it.

"How about you tell us what you found," Chris says fed up.

"See this cut?" Deaton says, a snapping sound heard that sends goosebumps to rise on my skin," precise, surgical. But this isn't the wound that killed him, this had a more interesting purpose."

"Relating to the spin," Gerard questions.

"That's right," Deaton answers," whatever made this cut was laced with a paralytic toxin potent enough to disable all motor functions. These are the cause of death, notice the pattern on each side?"

I can see him displaying the torso, it had to have been that.

"5 for each finger?" Chris answers.

"Each claw," The elder argent corrects.

"As you can see it dug in, sliced upwards, demolishing the lungs and cutting through the bone with ease," Deaton detailed, a gruesome image now in my head.

"Have you ever seen anything like this at all?" Chris asks

"No," Deaton mumbles.

"Any idea at all what killed him," Chris goes on.

"No but I can tell you it's fast, remarkably strong, and has the capacity to render it's victims helpless within seconds." Deaton informs them.

"If you're saying we should be cautious, we get it," Chris murmurs.

"No," Deaton says," I'm saying be afraid, be very afraid. Because in the natural world predators with paralytic toxins use them to catch and eat their prey. This prey wasn't eaten, that means whatever killed him wants to kill him. In fact, killing may be its only purpose."

I have no clue wether that was meant to be a warning for us both but the way he said it made everything clear.

Whatever this thing was... we were helplessly outnumbered.

-----

"You sure you're fine here?" I asked Scott, driving deeper into the preserve.

He nods," yeah I'm okay. I'll be meeting Allison here and after I'll just run home."

I nod," okay well be careful."

He nods, examining my face for a moment," hey are you okay?"

A tired smile finds its way to my lips," not even close. I'm terrified of everything, what use too be normal even when I was still a Dea is now not. Lydia is something, Jackson is something, Derek and I have more problems then a third world country, and now if that wasn't enough we have a fucking giant lizard from Jurassic park out here. I'm far from alright Scotty but I'm trying to stay together because if we fall apart right now, this will never be over."

He nods, reaching over the seats to pull me into a tight hug.

"Hey we will be okay," he murmurs into my hair," I promise I won't let anything happen to you."

I sigh," Scott that's the thing, you want to protect everyone but you can't. You can't keep saving everyone and yourself. Sooner or later someone's bound to go."

"Let's not think that way," he pulls away, determination in his voice.

I sigh, clasping his hand in mine," someone has to Scott. Reality is bound to slap us in the face, for right now though lets just live in the moment. Go be with Allison, I'm gonna go home and get some much needed sleep."

He nods," if anything happens call me."

I nod and smile," I will."

-----

"Charlie!" I yelled out, sighing as I dropped the car keys to Andre in their usual spot and made my way through the kitchen," YO! I brought Chinese food to eat! Come on!"

The kitchens lights were on, which meant he was still up somewhere in the house. I began taking my jacket off when I realized that I couldn't hear him.

I couldn't hear him coming down the stairs or even his heartbeat. At least not from inside.

The porch lights were on from the back, but when I looked out there I could see nothing. I cautiously stepped forward and gripped the back door handle in my hands, the thing was wide open.

Where is Charlie?

Panic began to set in as I yanked the doors open and stepped outside.

I heard Charlie's intake of breath and looked around quickly, my breath hitching when I found him face down in the grass.

"Charlie!" I yelled out and jumped off the porch. My jeans scrapping against the wet grass, I rolled his body over. Placing his head in my lap I begin gently shaking him," Charlie! Charlie, please wake up!"

When I got no response I hurriedly tried yanking my sleep phone out of my pocket, until I felt a small scratch at the base of my neck.

I didn't need to turn around to know what it was, my breath hitched. I could feel it's cold blood behind me, every muscle in my body locking up in that moment. I was ready to fight, I was going to fight this thing.

In a quick move I stood up, moving as far away from Charlie as possible so the thing would not go after him.

The giant lizard looked bizarre, far different from my imagination. It's reaction to me was strange, tilting it's head in confusion.

My mind went into the fight or flight state, weighing its options until finally I realized that leaving Charlie was not a likely option. So instead I was going to fight it.

My eyes shifted, all the power and strength coming forward as my adrenaline hit its peak.

"COME ON!" I yelled to it," COME ON!"

It charged forward, halting directly in front of me. I expected the thing to swipe at me with its claws or even bite at me but instead it stood still. By now I had become entirely too enraged to see anything besides charging so I made the first move, swinging my arm out with claws and aiming for its eyes. The thing dodged me easily, instead reaching out and plucking my fist with its own goo filled palm. It caught me, and for a moment just paused. The yellow slits of eyes staring at me in a familiar way until the lizards tail swiped my left foot and sent me tumbling down into the ground. I coughed out, attempting to swipe at its legs but instead the creature jumped and landed on top of me. One of its hands grabbing my arms above my head.

Just like that time in the video store with Peter the thing stared at me, almost enthralled with my face as its goo filled hand slid down my face. It's head dug into the crevice between my shoulder and took a deep breath as its hand gripped my waist. Slowly it lifted away, every cell inside me trying not to give it the satisfaction of seeing me terrified. I grit my teeth, glaring at it to show no fear.

When it was almost entirely off of me its free hand struck out and dug itself deeply into the space just under my chest. I screamed out, blood instantly chocking me.

The thing let my hands go then, so I could clutch at the bleeding wound that was in my stomach. It stood over me, staring at me as I looked over at Charlie and tried coughing out his name.

The lizard was off then, leaving me to bleed out or heal depending on how severe it had wounded me. With as much strength as I had my bloody hand reached out to the phone in my front pocket.

I pressed down on the glass screen, tapping away as my eyelids began to close. It felt like sand bags were heavily weighing down on my vision as finally I managed to get the outgoing call to Scott.

"Imelda? Hey? What's happening!"

"Sc... Scott hel...p" I said over the blood in my mouth.

"Imelda! Hey! Stay with us, Imelda you're fine where are you? Just tell us where you are!"

Stiles voice and Scotts began to mix, both of them sounding farther away.

"Ho... home," I was barely able to breathe.

The world cutting off then.

----

Every time I had fallen victim to the darkness my mind had never managed to remember. The black abyss would swallow me whole and keep me their until finally warm light would break through and I would be set free. This time however it was entirely different.

I was there the entire time, although I couldn't move nor say anything I was there.

The creatures hadn't paralyzed me, that I was sure of. It had at first appeared confused, like its cut hadn't done the job correctly.

I believed it was my bodies way of healing me, today was certainly a hard day for it. I had saved Isaac from the class of an alpha and then battled the creature that had almost taken my life.

My eyes remained closed so I had concentrated on Charlie's heartbeat to keep my sane, or else I would have to start thinking. And that would not have ended well. Ironically I had used Charlie to stay sane when in the past he had been the sole reason why I couldn't.

So I concentrated on him and his breathing, the way his heart was in one steady rhythm.
Up until the point Scott and Stiles showed up.

They jumped the back fence, immediately seeing me and Charlie. It was amazing how short of time it had taken them to arrive, in fact I was still healing when both of them arrived.

"Imelda!" Stiles and Scotts equally horrified voices yelled out.

Both their feet stomped across the green grass, their body heat extremely close as I heard knees hit the ground.

"She's not waking up Scott! Why isn't she waking up!" Stiles yelled in a panic.

"I DONT KNOW!" Scott yells," She can't die! No, no, no! I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO!"

I'm okay guys, I wish I could say that but instead I'm subject to my bodies intense pressure to finish healing. 

"Call Derek or Deaton! Just get someone here!" Stiles says, putting pressure onto the wound.

"WAIT! WAIT!" Scott says, my arms suddenly lifted and I feel the small pressure of a scratch. Almost instantly the wound closes.

"She's healing," Stiles says in relief," we should get her inside."

"Hold on," Scott says, getting up," is that her uncle Charlie?"

"Scott is he alive?" Stiles asks timidly.

"He's breathing but he's been cut. The lizard got him, he's paralyzed," Scott says.

"So the lizard did this to her?" Stiles asks, his fingers moving the hair out of my face.

"Looks like it," Scott concludes.

"You grab him, I'll get Imelda," Stiles finishes.

----

10 minutes later, and I finally regain the necessary strength to fully wake up.

Scott is the first to notice, getting up from the couch he sits at and walking over to me as I grit my teeth.

"Woah," he says, gently touching both my shoulder blades," do you remember anything that happened."

Stiles comes up next to him, while I look around and try to see Charlie.

"Where's Charlie?" I question.

"Upstairs in his room, we put him in his room. He's probably not waking up until tomorrow so maybe he won't remember."

I nod, sitting up. Both of them stare at me, waiting for any type of response so I sigh and ruffle my hair," I had just gotten home form dropping you off Scott. The place looked weird and I couldn't find Charlie, I came outside and found him laying in the grass. When I went to call you guys for help the thing came out of nowhere, I tried fighting it but it was too fast. That thing tried paralyzingly me but it couldn't so instead it dug its claw into me. I don't even know how I managed to call you guys."

"What did it look like?" Scott asked.

"You were right it looked like a reptile Scott, it's eyes they were just like a lizards but... but it was like when I was attacked by Peter the first time," I tried explaining.

"Like it knew you?" Stiles asked me.

My head shot up at him," yeah... how did you know."

"Because it came at me today too."

----

"Morning Charlie," I chirped in the morning, coming downstairs and grabbing a red apple off the fruit basket.

Last night had gone from bad to worst, after healing from the lizard attack Scott and Stiles left my house. It took a great deal to convince them I was okay and in fact didn't need them there. In reality I was freaking out the moment they left, double checking every window and door in my house. Once I had done that I went to bed, although I barely got any sleep. When I woke up this morning I had gone down the Lydia route and pretended like the terrible things from the last night hadn't happened. I woke up, showering and scrubbing my skin until all I could smell was my scented body wash. I had taken a long shower last night but I still felt disgusted, the lizards body still sticking to my skin.

Anything suited for the taste of Lydia had immediately been forgotten once I walked into my closet. A knitted black and white sweater came into view as I walked in and I threw that over my top, light denim jeans followed, and lastly I just went with black boots. Once that had been chosen I set to work on the black bags under my eyes, concealing them until I looked descent enough.

My hair just was in whatever way cause honestly I could give a fuck what it looked like. If I looked like the chick from the exorcism then oh well.

I had just been attacked by a fucking giant lizard okay, let me live.

Charlie groaned, stretching his neck out," hey? I think I fell asleep wrong. My body feels so dead."

Turning away from him I answered," maybe it's your body telling you to hold off on the exercising. Anyways, I'm going to school! Lydia is outside."

"Have a goodbye at school," he said to me.

I fucking hope I would.

--

"I cannot believe my mother is making me do this," Lydia said annoyed as we walked down the hall.

"Running around the woods naked isn't exactly something parents are just gonna forget, especially since you broke your mirror this morning," I answered her, keeping up.

"Thank god she didn't find out about the ice skating incident or I would be at Eichen House right now," she mumbled.

I smirked,"and I would have been right behind you. We would probably be roommates seeing as how we can't stand to be away from one another."

She laughed, looping her arm with mine and getting serious again," even your jokes can't bring my mood up. I'm pissed that I have to do this."

"Yeah well at least you don't have to come as often as I do, speaking of which my appointment is next week," I grumbled.

"Why do you look so tired?" She changes the subject.

"Didn't get much sleep last night," I simply mumbled back, not giving much detail.

We walked into the guidance counselors office then, finding that one other person was their as well.

He was a dark haired boy, pale skin and bright blue eyes that looked at us as we sat down and walked in. Although they were trained on Lydia the entire time.

Lydia merely glanced once at him and then turned towards her phone while he stared at her.

"Nice gloves," he commented.

I looked down to see the bright pink ones Lydia had been wearing since picking me up. They concealed her cut skin that had made me frown when I had seen them. Lydia hurt was not my forte and vice versa that's why I had kept my mouth shut from telling her anything about last night. Although I couldn't have told her either way, not a chance in hell. She will not be subject to this.

"Thank you," she answered curtly.

"So what's your guys' brain of psychosis?" He asked us.

I lifted a brow at him, moving my head so he could see my expression," really dude?"

"Really?" Lydia continued on.

He sighed," we are all here for something, we don't have to hide or be ashamed of it."

I scoffed and sat back up," I'm here for moral support buddy, not cause I'm going bonkers."

"Actually," Lydia says," she has appointments every couple of weeks here and I have an acute phobia of people prying into my personal life. You?"

I silently laughed at the typical Lydia response, she was not in the mood for this kid. Speaking of which I had never seen him around school which was extremely weird.

Without missing a beat answers,"compulsively drawn to cute but narcissistic girls."

When I looked back at him he was staring Lydia down who simply smirked.

"Imelda," Ms. Morrells door opened followed by her voice," I don't believe we have an appointment today?"

I nodded, standing along with Lydia who picked up her bag," nope, not here for an appointment just came to wait with Lydia."

"Oh well," Ms. Morrells turned to her," are you ready Lydia?"

Lydia nodded, saying bye to me quickly and then walking inside Ms. Morrells closing the sort behind her.

I sighed, grabbing my things until the boy once again spoke," so what's wrong with you?"

I stopped collecting my things and looked at him, sighing before answering," my life has been one shit show after another. I was diagnosed with chronic bitch attitude."

His lips tug up into a smile," what a coincidence. Bitch attitude falls under cute but narcissistic girls."

Rolling my eyes I grabbed my bag and began walking off," in your dreams buddy."

---

"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!" A frantic and barely breathing Stiles Stilinski ran up to my locker.

"Woah!" I said, "slow down their speedy Gonzales. Catch your breath."

I handed him the cold water bottle inside my locker and watched as he chugged it down, sighing in relief.

"Sorry, where have you been?" He asks more calmly.

"I was with Lydia," I answer," what's got you all riled up."

"We need to find the Argents Bestiary, and we've come up with a plan to get it," he mumbles," and I've been running through the school sending love messages for Scott and Allison."

I laugh for a moment before answering," okay I'll help."

He nods smiling, leaning against the lockers," thank you. And tell Allison no more love messages."

"But Stiles, you were being Cupid."

"Shut up and help me find somewhere I can lay down and sleep for the next 5 hours."

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Finished the next chapter!!  YAY!

MY POOR BABY!!!

-Ash.