(Forgot to Add an Outfit, so this is the outfit she's wearing in 11, 12 and 14)

The bus had set off, and we had to get on as Allison's car was out of gas, so the bus was the second option. I had sat to the right of Allison right at the back of the bus. Scott was to the left of her, tucked away in the corner, as Stiles and Lydia was seat in front of us, talking away. They were both talking away about the scarifies and the Dark Druid, aka, the Darach.

But I was lost in my own world due to Derek's death. I blame myself for his death and so does Scott, it was a two-way street. I really didn't want to believe he was dead, but he fell so high up, he couldn't have survived it. Maybe if he was a vampire sure, but Werewolves, not so much.

"You know, if he's really dead, it's not your fault," Allison had pipped up, making me out of my thoughts as her eyes were on Scott for a brief moment, before making eye contact with me. "Nor yours," Allison states with soft eyes as she tries to comfort us both.

"Maybe," Scott states as he looks straight at the seat, knowing that he feels guilt, as do I.

"If I didn't do that spell, Derek could be alive right now," I stared down the aisle of the bus, as I spoke, as I thought of the possibility.

Allison wrapped her arm around me and pulled me into a side-hug, as she and Scott talked about her being at the Mall to save us all. But Derek wasn't coming back anytime soon and guilt is all I have right now...

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Night had fallen upon us, and we pulled into a Motel. It was called Motel Glen Capri, the place seemed off to me, but I couldn't tell what it was. I stood a few foot away from the gang, as I still felt off emotionally, I needed sometime to myself.

Coach blows his whistle and makes all the student turn to look at him. "Listen up. The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves." Did he really just call us all degenerates... "You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely," he finished off as holds a bunch of keys in his hand, holding them out to passing students.

I was next in the line to grab a key from coach. I plucked the key from his hand, as it read the number '218' on it.

I didn't wait around any longer, as I walked off to the motel steps, to go up a flight of stairs to get to my room. I walked down path, until I got to room 218, and slipped my key into the lock, before opening the door. I was greeted with a strong smell of nicotine, but I didn't mind the smell. There were two single beds, inches from each other, I went to the nearest one and flopped on my bed onto it, as I felt drained, mentally.

My eyes seemed to become heavy, my senses began to dull and turn off. But soon enough I was under, and the only thing I heard was my heart beating steadily...

Three...
Three...
Three...

Sacrifices are needed for power, strength, destruction and chaos. Take revenge on the ones who did you wrong, who murdered without remorse, without thinking of what life what be like with love ones gone...

Switch it off...

My eyes shot up as I lent forward in the bed, breathing heavily as the words 'Switch it off ' rang out in my ears, before fading away. I look around the room, to find it just the same as it was when I entered. My black leather jacket had stuck to my skin like glue, as I was sweating from the dream I had...

I stood from the bed as I peeled my jacket from myself, before throwing it back onto it. I look to the digital cock on the night-stand which was between the two beds. It reads '12:50am' we haven't been in the motel that long, but something wasn't setting well with me. I had a deep feeling that death was around me, or in this place. I've had experience with death before a lot of times...

Something in my mind was telling me to go find one of my friends, anyone who I run into first and tell them about this feeling I have. I headed for the door not wasting anymore time, I swung the door open and exit it.

From the walk-way on the upper floor, I see Stiles and Lydia rushing to room '212', I frowned as they looked kind of worried and rushing. Stiles had opened the door and rushed in, Lydia behind him.

I rushed to the room they had entered, as I see the door wide open and Stiles and Lydia trying to lift a safe from a person's body as they were drowning themselves. My eyes widened as I rushed over to them.

"What the hell is happening?!" I rushed out to them as they turned to face me with relief.

"Save now, explain later," Stile rushes out as he tries to lift the safe up from Boyd - now that I was close enough to see him. Lydia also gave a hand but the lift was too heavy for them

"It's too heavy," Stiles states as he is red in the face.

"Let me try," I state as Stiles back away from the tub, but burnt himself on the heater which was on the wall in the bathroom. He let out a painful 'ow' sound.

"Wait, a sec, the heater," Stiles states before I could do anything, I looked at him with confusion. "Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater,"

"What?" I asked confused on the matter. Why does it include Ethan? I was completely lost.

"It's heat, fire. Heat does it, all right? We need something..." Stiles rushes out as time was wasting for Boyd.

"He's underwater!" Lydia stresses.

"We are aware of that," I replied back quickly, coming forward to the tub, looking down at Boyd who was drowning, his eyes open.

"Wait, wait. The bus. On the bus, they'll have emergency road flares. They-they have their own oxidisers. They can burn underwater," Lydia states, the heat from it can shock Boyd out of whatever he's in.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, Go!" Lydia yells at him, as he darts off out of the bathroom, as Lydia leans forward and tries to lift the safe off of Boyd.

Without any warning to Lydia, I held my hands flat over the safe, feeling my magic within me, as the safe being to lift from Boyd's chest, but magic has limits, I could hold this safe up for long. "Tell Stiles to hurry," I said, straining my words, as it felt like I was actually lifting the safe. I could have but I haven't fed since the early hours of the day of tailing the boys...

I began to strain, sweat began to drip down my forehead, as my hands began to give way, the safe dropped a bit, and inched near his chest again. I could hear Stiles come running back in and talking to Lydia, before he strike the flare, having a hard time getting it to light.

"Hurry!" I state, as the safe was slipping down, my magic was weakening. Stiles rushes into the bathroom, plunging the flare into the water and the flame hits Boyd's skin and he jerks away, he flings the safe just in time as my magic dropped it.

The safe was flung over to the toilet, as the flare was dropped to the floor. Boyd jolts up in the tub, roaring, showing off his teeth, as he stood from the tub, soaking wet.

"There's Isaac under the bed," Lydia had pointed out, as Stiles grabbed the flare and heads over to the bed. He got to the floor and pulls up the cover to see under the bed.

"Hey Isaac. Got something here for you," he states as he takes the flare behind his back and shoves it under the bed, it sizzles at his skin and brings him out of the trance he was in.

"Please someone tell me what the hell is going on?!" I look between Lydia and Stiles who was now standing.

"The motel is haunted, there's been about 198 suicides and it's gone up by three, and we believe that it's Isaac, Boyd and Scott, who are next," Lydia had state to me, as I look at her oddly. This place, haunted. I don't think so, but maybe that's why I've had this weird death feeling because of all the suicides that happened here.

"Ok, so were's Scott?" I replied, Stiles and Lydia looked at one another as they haven't seen Scott for awhile. I inhaled a sharp breath, before turning and exiting the room, just in time to see Allison. I walked with her Stiles and Lydia following us.

"I can't find Scott anywhere," Allison spoke, as it wasn't the time to say 'Hi' and all that.

"It's happening to, him, too, isn't it?" I had asked, as we went down the steps of the motel.

"It has to be," Lydia states. "Didn't you say there was another flare on the bus?" we had bounded down the steps, as we were in a hurry.

"Yeah. I'll get it," we stepped off the stairs, and turned sharply, but we came to a halt. We see Scott, drenched in gasoline as the smell was pretty strong, he was holding the last flare, and if he drops that then he would go up in flames...

"Scott," Allison treaded careful towards him, but he was not responsive. We walked around the pool of gasoline, coming face to face to him. "Scott," she tried again, but it didn't seem to work.

We came to a halt in front of Scott, his eyes trailed from the floor to meet our gazes. I stood next to Allison who looks over to see a can of empty gasoline on the floor.

"There's no hope," Scott sounded so sure in himself, it shook me slightly.

"What do you mean, Scott? There's always hope," Allison replies to him as it was true, there always was.

"Not for me..." Gasoline dropped from his body, as he took a moment. "Not for Derek," his name came to ear and it took my by surprise, maybe I will still coping.

"Derek wasn't your fault," I said strongly, but softly to him. "You know Derek wasn't your fault," Scott shouldn't blame himself, his only a kid. But I still take blame for his death, but I will have to live for that forever and for me that's a long time...

"Every time I try to fight back, it just gets worse. People keep getting hurt. People keep getting killed," was Scott's response, deep down he felt this way.

"Scott, listen to me, okay? This isn't you, all right?" Stiles began as he took careful steps towards him. "This is someone inside your head telling you to do this. Okay? Now..."

"What if it isn't?" Scott had cut Stiles off. "What if it is just me? What if doing this is actually the best thing that I could do for everyone else? Alice already gave her life for me, she died for a nobody," Scott's words weren't true, I didn't die for a nobody, I died for my friend, who I believe in.

"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 nothing. We weren't popular. We weren't good at lacrosse. We weren't important. We were no one," Scott words were touching me so hard, that tears came to my eyes, as this was very emotional. "Maybe I should just be no one again... No one at all," Scott eyes went to meet Stiles, the flare in his left hand turn slightly, like he was going to use it.

"Scott, just listen to me, okay? You're not no one. Okay? You're someone, you're..." Stiles took a few steps forward, as we couldn't stop this moment. "Scott, you're my best friend. Okay? And I need you... Scott, you're my brother. All right, so..." Stiles takes a step into the pool of gasoline. "So if you're gonna do this," Stiles reaches out his hand to Scott's which had the flare in. "Then I think you're just gonna have to take me with you," he grabs the flare and pull it free from his grasp, and throws it away, just out of the pool of gasoline.

Scott broke down as this was a touching moment, but I sighed in relief. But out in the corner of my eye, I see the flare roll back to the pool of gasoline.

"No!" I hear Lydia yell as she runs forward as the pool sets aflame, knocking Stiles and Scott out of the way. It went so fast, but I dove to the right, as Allison had ran forward. I could feel the hot flames sizzle at my back, but it didn't set me on fire.

As the fire died down, I look to the left to see the gang safe and sound. Boy I needed a day off from this...

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After Scott's near death experience, we had slept on the bus. I was in the seat in front of Allison and Lydia. But I couldn't sleep at all, my mind was just too all over to sleep.

But morning had came, and Coach opens the doors of the bus and stepping inside, seeing us all. "I don't want to know. 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!" Coach states to us but then turns to the students as they came aboard. I twirl my neck as it was laid funny on the seat.

Ethan came down and plants himself next to Scott. "I don't know what happened last night, but I'm pretty sure you saved my life,"

"Actually, I saved your life, but not that it matters that much. It's a minor detail," Stiles had cut into Ethan's comment, but Ethan blanked him.

"So I'm gonna give you something. We're pretty sure Derek's still alive," once Ethan said his name, a sort of weight lifted from my chest, but everything around me had cut off. As I was happy to hear this news. This means that I didn't have a deal in his death.

Suddenly, I felt the seat next to me dip, I was snapped out of my thoughts and turn to see Lydia holding Coaches's whistle. She blows into it, but the back end so it only makes a small amount of sound.

She turns her hand to the others, as a powder was on her palm. "Wolfsbane," Lydia states, making my eyes widen. That's why they were all acting strange.

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

"And Ethan," Lydia added the last werewolf.

"You all inhaled it. You were all poisoned by it," I state to the group as Scott's eyes met mine.

"So that's how the Darach got in their heads. That's how he did it," Stiles states as he looks at the whistle for a moment, before grabbing the whistle and quickly stands up and pulls the window down as he throws the whistle out of the window as the bus began to pull out of the motel and drives away. Coach yells at Stiles for throwing his whistle out.

I smile at myself, as Derek was alive...

Death didn't take the big bad Alpha yet...