"She's got that sophisticated, street smart, spiritual, soulful, savage thing about her."

"Spencer!" I jerked up from where my head was laid on my computer table. I scrunched up my face as I used the sleeve of my shirt to wipe the slobber off of my face and pulled the pencil that was attached to my cheek, off. "Spencer!" I spun around on my chair in surprise and fell, landing on my stomach roughly. "Get down here now!" I heard the urgency in my father's voice so I scrambled up, tripping over some random piles of papers and ran out of my room and down the stairs where my father stood, arms crossed and a disappointed, angry look on his face.

"Yes?" I squeaked out, pushing my brown hair out of my face, my eyes widening in shock as I have only saw that look on his face once. The shock was washed off of my face and turned into fear as he showed me an half empty pill bottle. The same pill bottle I have been stealing from since I got here a few days ago. I stood up straighter as I looked anywhere but his eyes.

"Mind telling me what happened to half of my pills?" He crossed his arms, giving me the "I know what you did so you better not lie to me" look. I cleared my throat, crossed my arms to only clear my throat again, my arms falling to my side.

"Umm." I trailed off, not knowing what to do other to just stand there and look like an idiot. "You ate them...?" I offered, clearing my throat as he gave me an angry look. "I don't know dad, how am I–"

"How are you suppose to know?" I shut my mouth and looked him in the eyes, shocked. He has never sounded this angry before. "All my pills were counted for before you came here and all of a sudden, i'm missing half of my prescriptions."

"Dad–" I tried to speak, my heart pounding against my chest as I hated the look he was giving me.

"Spencer!" I jumped as he slammed the pill bottle onto the table. I covered my mouth in shock, trying to contain the sob that wanted to escape. "You promised me!" I nodded, sucking in a huge breath. "After what happened to Hanna, what happened to you, you promised that once you got better, that you wouldn't take another pill unless prescribed to you." I nodded again, knowing these words that he was saying, was what I had told him. "You promised, Spencer! You gave me your word and you gave your brother your word. He was so happy after you got better because he got his sister back but now–" He looked down at the pills. "–you're going through the same thing again. Again! Once he finds out about this–"

"Dad. Please. No. Please don't tell him. I don't want him to look at me with that same disappointed look you're giving me. I hate that look." Tears fell down my cheeks, leaving small little trials behind. "I don't want him to hate me more than he already does."

"Spencer." He spoke softly. "He doesn't hate you. Nobody does. You're a lovely girl, you're just going through a rough time. I don't know what rough time you could be going through since you don't tell me anything anymore, but we're all here for you. But, this–" he gestured to the pills. "–you don't have to do this, again." I looked down, the tears that were trailing down my cheeks fell to my bare feet, splattering softly. "Spencer." I looked up into my father's eyes and a sobbed escaped me. "Spencer." He sighed, pulling me into his chest as a sobbed wracked my body. "I love you, you know that right?" I nodded. "And that's why I don't want you doing this to yourself again."

"I know dad." I sighed as I stepped back, wiping the tears away.

"Now, go upstairs and get some rest." He pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. "You really need it." I nodded and ran up the stairs, closed my door behind me and collapsed to the floor in a heap, my body shaking. I quickly got up and started pacing back and forth before I went to my bed, grabbed a pillow, leaned my head on it and screamed as loudly as I could into it.

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"Faster?" I looked beside me at my twin, a crazy look in my eyes.

"Much faster." He nodded, a crazy look in his almost identical brown eyes. I pressed down on the gas pedal of Derek Hale's Camaro and gripped the steering wheel, going around a sharp corner.

"If you go faster, you'll kill us!" Scott shouted at us as he clutched to the 'oh shit' bar.

"If I don't go faster, they'll kill us!" I pressed my foot further down on the gas peddle and zoomed forward, a mischief grin on my face.

"They're gone." I looked at my brother in shock before looking through the rearview mirror, finding Chris Argent's car gone.

"Damnit." I hit the steering wheel, slowing down a bit.

"All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works." I looked back at the boys before I hit the gas peddle again, heading to Iron Works.

"Get in." Stiles ordered as he jumped into the back, allowing the hot and mysterious Derek to jump into the passenger side. I pressed the gas peddle as soon as he was in.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott shouted at him.

"Damn it, I had him!" Derek exclaimed, punching his dash board.

"Who, the Alpha?"

"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the friggin' police showed up." I rose my eyebrows at his choice of words.

"Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs–" Stiles decided to speak up, defending our fathers and his deputies.

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." Derek casted his eyes to Scott, glaring.

"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it."

"It was more than a dumbass mistake, Scott. It was fucking stupid and very pathetic." I pointed out, my eyes still on the road.

"All right. How did you find him?" Stiles got back to the point. Derek looked away from us.

"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked Derek, his brown eyes wide.

"Yeah, the three of us." Stiles told him, poking his head between the passenger and driver seats. "Or just him." He mumbled. "I'll be back here." Scott pulled Stiles back into the back seat.

"Look the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

"Our chemistry teacher?" Stiles questioned as I asked, "The asshole in a suit?"

"Why him?"

"I don't know yet."

"What's the second?"

"Some kind of symbol." He showed us a picture that was on a piece of paper. "What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace." There was a pause. "Allison's."

"Wasn't that the bitch with brunette hair and too whiny for my taste?" I questioned, looking back at Scott who sent me a glare. "What? I'm just stating the truth." I shrugged.

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"You what!?" I exclaimed. "Damon!" I scolded angrily. "He could've killed you. He could've killed Ric, Jenna and your new blood bag. I could care less about John, so..." I trailed off, putting my phone between my shoulder blade and ear, putting my hair up in a bun.

"Yeah, well we needed him gone and even though he might not be fully dead, he's out of the way for now." I nodded, understanding where he was coming from. "When are you coming back? We need you here." I hummed, raising my eyebrows. "I need you here. You're so much more fun than Elena."

"Says the one who's in love with her." I mused, plopping down onto my bed where hundreds of papers laid. Pictures of Elijah everywhere. If I were to follow his leads and take a different turn, then I might be able to find this so called Klaus who is taunting my poor cousin. "So, how is my whittle Damie?"

"I'm good." I nodded, pursing my lip as I noticed the lie right away.

"Now, I know I hated you since our first chat, but–" I smiled as I heard his fake cry, imaging him pouting. "But, I like you, kinda, now. You're my friend and I know when you're lying. So, what's wrong?"

"Katherine is back."

"What!?" I yelled, throwing a bouncy ball that I had just picked up. It bounced off the wall and hit my lamp, knocking it's off of it's small table. I gasped in surprise but ignored the mess as I went back to my conversation with Damon. "How is that bitch back?"

"Apparently, Originals can compel other vampires. And once the compeller is dead, the person is free. So, Katherine is back and acting nice which means one thing."

"She's planning something." I finished his sentence. "You better watch your backs before I get there." I told him and upon hearing the door to the house open, I got up from my bed, stuffed the papers into a box and hid it under my bed. "My brother just got back, I gotta go." I heard Damon mumble something under his breath before the sound of beeping interrupted me. I threw my phone into my back pocket and started cleaning up the glass pieces of the lamp.

"Spencer." I spun around to see my brother standing there at the door way with wide eyes. "What happened?" He ran towards me and started helping me pick up the glass pieces.

"I threw a bouncy ball and it hit the lamp, knocking it over." I told him the truth. "What happened with you? You look like you've seen a ghost." I stated, looking up which was a mistake as I ended up slicing the palm of my hand. "Ow." I hissed, bringing my hand to my chest. Stiles jumped up, grabbed my hand, stared at it for a few seconds before running to my bathroom, grabbing the first aid kit and ran back to me. He went straight to aiding me as I held back tears, happy tears of course but then I realized that I needed to tell him. I have to tell him even if it meant him hating me. "Stiles." I looked up into his eyes. "I need to tell you something."

"I know." I tilted my head, startled. "I know that you've been taking the pills." I swallowed thickly. "You and everyone else thinks me stupid, but I see things. I see things more than others. Everyone else is busy focusing on thing other than the useless human that runs with wolves that they don't even realize that I notice everything that goes on around me." I sucked in a big breath. "I noticed the pills slowly disappearing hut decided to not say anything. I then noticed the bags under your eyes then came the sickly white color of your skin and then your eyes turning this slight red color. At first, I thought you were an alpha but then I noticed the way you were all jittery and barely slept. I can hear you in your room, pacing, muttering and throwing things. That's when I realized what was going on." I looked down, clutching my now cleaned up hand to my chest. "You were taking the pills again."

"I'm sorry, Stiles. I'm so sorry." I sobbed and Stiles pulled me into his chest. "I didn't mean to. I promise. They were just sitting there and, and, and–"

"It's okay, sis, it's okay." He held me tightly, muttering nice words into my hair until I fell asleep.

Okay, so Stiles and her father knows about her abuse of drugs. And I know you guys probably hate me for doing this to her, but I want her to have about the same personality as Spencer Hastings in Pretty Little Liars. Anyway, how do you feel so far about this?