"I've seen worse." Isaiah said as they jumped off bus. They stopped at motel called 'Motel Glen Capri'

"Where have you seen worse?" She asked. She grabbed her gym bag and put it over her shoulder. Coach blew his whistle.

"Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely." She crossed her arms.

"You and me?" Isaiah asked.

"I don't care." She walked away. He grabbed the keys from coach.

"And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants. Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Juliet and Isaiah walked in their room.

—

"Should I get towels? Theres none here? What are you doing?" Isaiah asked Juliet as he plopped down on the bed. He sat up and saw Juliet taking off her shirt. He quickly covered his eyes. "Juliet, theres a bathroom for a reason.."

"What is it?" Juliet turned around. He looked up, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Im just going to get some towels." Juliet walks up to him, blocking his way. "Jesus."

"You're looking at my eyes?" She squinted.

"Okay, well... remember, we're not together. You're with Derek."

"We're friends, right? We could just be closer friends. Maybe... it could even fix things between us." She touched his cheek and his eyes turned black. She shook her head.

"I cant do that. Juliet, What are you doing? Are you okay?" He asked her. It was like she was in a dream, shaking off what just happened. She looked down and covered herself.

"Oh god." She turned around and put on her shirt, "Yeah, I was, um... sorry, I don't remember." She ran into the bathroom, embarrassed. Isaiah walked out of the room.

—

"Stiles!" Isaiah ran after Stiles.

"Hello Isaiah."

"Something is wrong with Juliet, she's not herself."

"She does have her humanity off." They walked together. "What's new?" Then Allison and Lydia came up to them.

"No, she looked controlled or a little off."

"What?" Allison asked.

"Isaiah said something is wrong with Juliet." Stiles pointed out.

"Last time I saw Scott act like that was during the full moon." Allison said as they walked in their room.

"Yeah, I know. He was definitely a little off with me too, but actually, it was Boyd who was really off. I watched him put his fist through the vending machine." Stiles said.

"See, it is the motel. Either we need to get out of here right now, or... someone needs to learn how to do an exorcism asap, before the werewolves go crazy and kill us." Lydia grabbed a bible.

"Okay, just hold on, all right? Put that away, us vampires can't say that word." Lydia puts the Bible on her chest. "What if it's not just the motel? The number in the office went up by three, right?" Isaiah paced around the room.

"You mean like three sacrifices?"

"What if this time it's three werewolves?"

"Scott, Isaac, and Boyd." Stiles thought about Juliet. She is half a werewolf.

"Maybe we were meant to come here." Isaiah said.

"Exactly! So can we get the hell out of here now? Please?"

"Wait, hang on. Let me see this." He took the Bible out of Lydias hands and looked through it.

"What is that?" Everyone gathered around Stiles as he pulled out a newspaper clipping.

"28year-old man hangs himself at the infamous Glen Capri." Isaiah read it. Stiles started to get more clippings out from the Bible.

"Oh, no. Look at these two. They both mention the room 217. These are probably all the suicides that happened in this room."

"So if every room has a Bible..."

"There could be articles in all the rooms."

"That's a beautiful thing. Most places leave a mint under the pillow. This one leaves a record of all the horrible deaths that occurred." He said looking at them. Lydia said something and Stiles ran out of the room.

"Scott... Scott." The four, Lydia, Alison, Isaiah and Stiles saw Scott holding a flare. He was covered in gasoline.

"There's no hope." He said.

"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope." Allison told him.

"Not for me. Not for Juliet. Not for Derek."

"Derek wasn't your fault. You know Derek wasn't your fault."

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed."

"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right? This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now..." Stiles said to him. He was tearing up. He wasn't going to loose his best friend.

"What if it isn't? What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? It all started that night, the night I got bitten. You remember the way it was before that? You and me, we were... we were... we were nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one. Maybe I should just be no one again. No one at all." Everyone was getting emotional. Scott raise the flare up.

"Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're... Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you. Scott, you're my brother. All right, so..." Stiles stepped in the gasoline, and held the flare as well. "so if you're gonna do this, then... I think you're just gonna have to take me with you. All right?" He told him again, talking to him. he can't lose him. If Juliet finds out that Scott did that, she'll kill herself. He cried. Stiles tossed the flare and Scott started to cry.

"No!" Lydia screamed and pushed them all to the ground. The flare touched the gas and made a big flame.

"I'm sorry to ruin the moment, but where's Juliet?" Isaiah asked. They all got up and ran to find her.

—

Juliet saw Allison looking at her as she stood there in the high diving board. Scott, Lydia, Stiles and Isaiah showed up. Minutes later, Scott came up.

"Juliet?" She turned around.

"I can't!" She yelled. "This is all my fault! Derek's death! The 10 people murdered in the pass 2 weeks! All me!"

"Don't do that to yourself." Scott cried. "It wasn't you, you had your humanity off."

"I should've stayed dead!" She pointed at herself. She started to cry. "If Ennis didn't saved me, this wouldn't happen."

"Juliet-"

"No, you didn't know what it was like! I had to choose, life or death. They were hurting me. I didn't have anything else."

"Just come with me." He reached out.

"I could've killed you! Stiles! Demetri!" Then she broke. "I could've killed mom! I was so hungry." She turned to the water. "If I just jump, all that pain can go away."

"No!" Scott held her, stopping her.

"No! Stop it!" She got out of his grip and she fell off. she screamed and hit the water. It felt a long time when she was in the water, she just closed her eyes.

Juliet! Come on! Don't do this! Not now!

She felt a hot tension on her stomach and she opened her eyes. she started to cough up the water.

"Oh thank god. You're okay. I thought I lost you again." She was in Stiles lap, and he hugged her. She slowly started Turing on her humanity.

—

"I don't want to know." Juliet woke up to Isaiah on her shoulder and she was still wet. "I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!" They all woke up in the bus.

"I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life." She turned to Ethan, who was talking to Scott.

"Actually, I saved your life, but not that it matters that much. It's just... it's minor detail."

"So I'm gonna give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's still alive." He is? "But he killed one of ours. That means one of two things can happen. Either he joins our pack..."

"and kills his own."

"Or Kali goes after him, and they'll kill him. That's the way it works." Juliet added.

"You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric, just F.Y.I." Stiles told Ethan.

"Hey, Ethan, I wanted to..."

"Coach, can I see your whistle for a second? What's that?" Lydia asked.

"Hey, Eth... I'm gonna need that back. Ethan..."

"Wolfsbane." They all looked at Lydia as she blow the whistle. She held out the residue of the wolfsbane.

"So every time the coach blew the whistle on the bus, Scott, Isaac, Boyd..."

"Juliet and Ethan."

"We all inhaled it." Juliet said.

"You were all poisoned by it."

"So that's how the Darach got in their heads. That's how he did it." Stiles grabbed the whistle and threw it out the window.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey! Stilinski" and they left.