After the whole Human Sacrifice thing, we all had headed back to school as the day wasn't over. But this was the fourth person to be killed, well sacrificed. But there wasn't much I could do, I haven't since human sacrifices since the middle ages. And that was centuries ago...

After I had changed, it was time for a French class, I had sat in front of Allison, as the teacher -- Miss Morell -- who was at the bank the other night, we had no idea why she was there and what she was up too. She spoke in French as we repeated the words she states, as she made her way down the aisle. We repeated another sentence she had spoken, before coming to a halt next to me, but she wasn't looking at me. I swirl in my seat to turn to look at Allison, head in her arm, asleep.

"Mademoiselle?" Miss Morell began, as she crossed her arms over her chest, as I felt everyone's eyes in the class turn to look at Allison. "Mademoiselle Argent?" She spoke again, her gaze never let Allison.

Out of no-where Allison jolted awake, staring at Miss Morell, but she didn't speak. "Es-tu fatiguee?" Morell asked in French, as everyone in the class laughed, but I didn't.

"Sorry," Allison spoke as she sat up in her desk, looking at Morell, just as the bell rings. Student's packed their things and got up, leaving the classroom, as Allison and I stayed behind. Miss Morell, sat across from us.

"You're starting to concern me, Allison." She began, her voice soft and gentle. "Maybe we should chat in the guidance office sometime,"

"Or maybe you should tell us what you were doing at the bank the other night," Allison had snapped back at her, wanting to know and so did I.

"Maybe you should tell me what you were both doing there," Morell states, as she wants to know what we were doing there as well. However, Allison and I kept our mouths shut not telling her anything, her gaze flickering to us. "Looks like we have a situation here... Tell you what, give me the French word for it that's the same in English, and you can both avoid lunchtime detention," I frown at her, she's going to give me detention for literally nothing... Such a Bitch...

"Um..." Allison states as she didn't know the word in French.

"Impasse," I state in my French accent, as Miss Morell cocked her gaze to me, as I held a smug look on my face. She only held her none emotional gaze, as she stopped leaning and walked away.

"Allison still get's the detention," she spoke as she reached back to her desk. I turn back to Allison who's expression was blank, I gave her a sad smile as we began to pack our things away. And soon lunch was going to be upon us...

Lunch had arrived after a few hours, but Allison had to do detention, so I was left on my own. I walked through the hallways of the school, my legs just taking me where ever they wanted too. As I walked down the hall, I noticed something odd, a vending machine was pushes against a door. Why would a vending machine be up against a door?

Two beating hearts came into my ear drums, as they were inside the closet. I frown as their hearts began to beat really fast, like they were scared or something was happening. "Isaac!" I heard, and it was Allison's voice. Out of no where Scott came running around the corner, staring at me. But I hear Allison scream Isaac's name again, so I moved fast. I waved my index and middle finger fluently to the side, and the vending machine moved with my fingers and out of the door way. Scott wasted no time to ripping the door open, and entering, before Isaac came flying out of the door way. His teeth pointed, his eyes glowing yellow, as Scott came out a second later, but Isaac tries to fight him off, but Scott had his hand around his neck, growling at him.

"Isaac!" Scott yells, his own eyes yellow, as Isaac seemed to reconsigned what he was doing. His breathing became normal as his eyes went dull and back to normal, his teeth sinking away like they weren't there. 

Allison slowly approached the door way, holding her right arm up, but I could smell the blood from where I stood. Isaac had back up against the wall, as I made my way over to Allison as Scott holds her arm out for him to look.

"I'm okay. I'm fine," as three cuts were visible on her arm. 

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that," Isaac states as his voice meant it. 

"I'm fine," Allison replied as I took her arm in mine. A healing spell would be just fine for this. Scott took his gaze to Isaac for a moment. "It's not his fault," Allison spoke as it wasn't.

"I know," Scott states. "I guess now we know they want to do more than get you angry. They want to get someone hurt," he had finished off.

"This might hurt," I warned Allison as she took her gaze to me, but I didn't let her process anything, as I clamp my palm flat over the three cuts. She yelped in pain, but within seconds the pain subsided, as I mumbled a healing spell under my breath.

I removed my palm from her arm after a few seconds. Allison looked surprised to see that the three cuts had gone, and there wasn't a scar, but there was dried blood. 

"So are we gonna do something?" I heard Isaac ask, making me look at him, as he stared at Scott.

"Yeah... I'm gonna get them angry, really angry," Scott had said, and in that moment a plan was forming within his pretty little head of his. Will it be a good one? No one knows yet....

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Scott had told us the plan that would make the twins get really angry, and it was to do with their bikes, like really expansive bikes. Isaac, Allison and I made our ways to the bike that Isaac was going to use to bring into the school. 

"How long is this gonna take?" Isaac had asked Allison, who was going to hot wire the bike, but I had a different plan. 

"Seconds," I spoke with a smug look on my face and so I waved my hand over the bike, and the engine roared to life. Both of them looked at me surprised. 

"What can't you do?" Isaac had asked, his expression full of shock.

"Grow claws, and sideburns," I gave him a chuckle as I nodded to them both, leaving Allison to explain to him how to ride the bike...

I had entered back into the school, and in the distance I heard the bike, a smiled came to my lips as I jogged down the steps to see Isaac come flying pass on it, stopping in front of Aiden. 

"Get off my bike!" Aiden yells at Isaac as his tone was angry, well our job was done. Isaac takes off the helmet, and looks smugly at Aiden, not even phased on his raised voice.

"No problem," he states cockily, before standing on the bike and using Aiden's shoulders to flip himself over and to land on his feet a few inches away from Aiden and bike. 

Just in time for students to come into the hallway to see what was happening. I walked down the steps and went over to Allison, Scott and Isaac, we stared at one another, all holding a smirk on our faces, pleased on what we did. 

Miss Blake had pushes through the students to stand inches away from Aiden who was now checking his bike over. "You have got to be kidding me. You realise this is gonna result in a suspension," she finished, but the words were like music to my ears, Aiden suspended. The four of us smirked and laughed as the plan went smoothly... Boy we made a pretty good team.

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As the school day was coming to an end, I needed to talk to Deaton about something that's been playing on my mind for a bit now. But I couldn't leave the school yet, so the next best thing was Astral Projection. The girls bathroom was a wonderful place to perform such a spell and the only place that would give me peace and quite. 

The toilet seat was down as I was in a cubical, my legs crossed on the seat as I sat. I took a deep breath in and out, focusing on my magic and where I want to be projected too, in this case, Deaton's vet. I closed my eyes, and took another deep breath, picturing the back of the vet's where Isaac had been submerged.

"Demitte moi, demitte moi," I chanted to myself, and I could feel my magic work. It was like a gust of wind went through my hair, I could feel the breeze on my face. I shot open my eyes to see the metal table of Deaton's work space as I was in the back, at least the spell worked. 

"All these symbols and things, the triskeles, the bank logo, the mountain ash, all of it is from the Celtic Druids. And anyone who has ever looked up human sacrifice before knows that the Druids had a pretty big hard-on when it came to giving one up to the gods," Stiles had said, coming to the end of the metal table his back face to me. 

"That was centuries ago Stiles," I state as he whipped around, his face full of shock, his hand over his heart like he had an heart attack. 

"What?! How?!!" Stiles stumbled for words, but I waved him off, but Deaton didn't seemed phased at all. As I walked forward to stand to the side of Stiles. "Never mind," his gaze went from me to Deaton, going back to the point he was here for. "You ever hear of the Lindow Man? 2,000-year-old body found in England? He was found strangled, head bashed in, throat cut. Threefold death," Stiles said, using his many gestures with his hands. "They also found pollen grains in his stomach," Deaton had picked up a bottle and began to unscrew the lid, and I already knew what plant is was for. "Guess what favourite Druid plant that was."

Deaton had unscrewed the lid and pulled of the plant, holding it out for Stiles and I to look at it. "Mistletoe," Deaton simply replied. 

"I'm just telling you everything you already know, aren't I?" Stiles began, as his voice lost it's pitch for a moment. "Then why aren't you telling us?" He sounded angry in not knowing all this, that he had to do research to find it out. But he could have asked Deaton or heck even me, I should be more revealing about all this...

"Maybe because when you've spent every moment of the last Ten years trying to push something away..." Deaton took a small pause, trying to find the right words to use. "Denying it... Lying about it. Becomes a pretty powerful habit," his gaze dropped from us, and to the table. 

There was a few moments silence, as we took it all in, well Stiles did. "All right, so this guy, is he a Druid?"

"No," Deaton shook his head as Druids wouldn't do this. "It's someone coping a centuries-old practice of a people who should have known better. Do you know hat the word 'Druid' means in Gaelic?" Deaton eyes locked onto us, but Stiles shook his head having not a clue on what the word meant, but I did.

"Wise oak," I spoke up, as Deaton's eyes landed on me, and nodded. 

"The Celtic Druids were close to Nature, as well the Witches. They believed they kept it in Balance, but Witches were the ones who taught Druids how Nature should be in Balance. They were philosophers and scholars. They weren't serial killers," Deaton had explained to Stiles, I gave Deaton a soft thin smile as he mentioned Witches. 

"Yeah, well, this one is," Stiles states. His phone began to vibrate through his jeans pocket, before he dug it out and looked at the screen and answered it. "Hey, I can't talk right now..." I don't have access to my vampire abilities in this form, so I couldn't tell what they were saying. "Wait, what?" But by the sound of Stiles voice it wasn't good. "Okay, are you sure he's missing?" Someone else was missing, and this wasn't going to be good. Stiles hung up the phone and locked eyes with me, giving me a expression that I knew too well. "Lydia says that a teacher is missing from the School,"

This peaked the interest of Deaton as he looked at Stiles. "I'll come with you," he states as Stiles turn to face him and nodded. 

"Let's go," Stile states, ready to move for the door.

"I'm already at the school," I said to him, as he gives me a funny look with his eyebrows raised.

"No, you're in front of me?" He declares, but it sounded like he wasn't sure. I chuckled slightly at his tone as I rolled my eyes at him.

"Astral Projection baby, see you soon," I state waving my fingers down at him, and at that point my astral body disappeared from their sights and for me it was blackness, before I was back in my body shooting open my eyes. I was still sat on the toilet seat, but I need to find Lydia and sort this missing teacher thing out...