My eyes flutter open as I was met with the familiar ceiling of my house. My lips were dry, my head was banging on my skull, it felt like I had been hit by a truck. And let me tell you, it's not fun getting hit by one...

"Alice?" Derek's husky voice had pierced my ears, making me turn to the left to see him crouching beside me. "You were weak and fainted. I carried you home," Derek had said, as I blink to get my vision to normal. "Here," he had offered me a blood-bag. I swirl around on the couch, sitting up and snatch it from his hands and sunk my teeth into it, like there was no time in the world. I sucked and sucked until it was dry, I relished in the energy that was coming back to me. He held another one in his hand and I took it again, draining it of all it's substance.

After I had finished with the second one, I sigh in pleasure as I felt back to normal. "Thank you," I had replied, as blood dribbled down my chin but I didn't care of what I looked like now, I was glad to be alive...

"What you did back there was selfless and brave, but also idiotic," Derek had said, making me cock an eyebrow up at him, "You could have killed yourself!" He was angry at me for trying to protect everyone.

"I was protecting everyone Derek. I was doing my duty," I had raised my voice back at him. "I didn't want to see my friends die nor you," my tone was softer this time around.

"You don't have to put your life on the line for us all the time," Derek had shot back.

"Then what good am I!" I had yelled at him. "I'm Immortal Derek, I'm way pass my sell-by-date. In theory, I should be dead and be with my parents and sister on the other-side," the flood gates had opened and tears rolled down my cheeks. "But they are dead and I'm alive. My sister didn't grow up, I didn't see what she would have become in life. How is that fair?" I had sobbed out, my words slightly muffled, but he understood where I was going with this.

"Alice, your parents, your sister would be proud of what you have become. What you sacrifice everyday to protect your friends," Derek had said softly, his hands going into mine as he squeezes them. "Have faith that they know that. That they know you are doing all right, and that you miss them. But they would want you to go on, to live your life to the fullest," Derek's words resonated with me, they had touched my heart. I offered him a smile as he was right...

"My friends are my family now," I had replied to Derek, as his offers me a warm smile.

"Yes, and we all like you for you. The Vampire-Witch girl who saves our arses," Derek had let go of my hands after one final squeeze. "You need to rest, I'll leave. I'll also tell the others not to disturb you. You've earned a day off," Derek smiles at me and I nodded my head, agreeing with his terms. He stands and heads out of the living room and into the hallway. His eyes lingered on me for a moment, before he opens the door and leaves. It shuts behind him, as I let out a sigh... A butterfly feeling had entered my stomach as I thought of what Derek had said and what we had been through together. I still haven't forgot our kiss and all that mushy stuff in-between. My heart began to fill weird like it was glowing, and I felt a feeling I hadn't felt in centuries...

Love...

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I had took a sick-day off from school, as my grades were great and I didn't have the risk of falling behind. Throughout the day, my plan consisted of drinking a few blood bags to regain my strength and keep me up-to-date and watching the TV, my phone on full just in case my friends needed me.

Night had fallen upon me but I felt cooped up in the house and needed to get out. I was already changed, so I went for a walk, talking my phone with me. Not even ten minutes into the walk, my phone buzzed. I quickly look at my screen, to see a message from Derek, saying to meet him at his loft as it was urgent. I warp my fingers around my necklace, and began to concentrate on Derek and his loft.

My necklace flashed brightly, just as my vision had blurred like I had gone into vamp-sped, but after a second. I could make out light bulbs but they were blurred for a second before everything around me had become clear and I stood in Derek's loft....

I stood just inches from the door, and looked down the steps to see Derek looking to the smashed windows in his loft and Braeden crouched on the ground looking at broken up pieces of wood.

"Derek?" I had asked, my tone worried on what had happened here. Before their heads shot around to see me standing there. "What happened?" I took the stairs down looking around the destroyed loft.Before he could reply, rushed footsteps came from behind, making us all cock our head around to the door. To see Stiles and the Sheriff come in. They both come down the steps and into the middle of the floor.

"What the hell happened?"Stiles had asked, as he views the loft that has been trashed. Stiles came to the right of me, with his Dad standing to his right.

"It was supposed to be a date," Derek had replied. I took a whiff of the air, there's a strong smell of blood but it was faint a bit.

"Scott and Kira?" I had raised an eyebrow at Derek as he nodded his head to me.

"And they're both gone," Braeden had said her arms crossed, her eyes flickering over us. Suddenly, I hear a cell phone vibrate, and I turn to Stiles to see him take out his phone and answers the call and presses it to his ear.

"Hey," Stiles states to the person on the other end.

"Scott's been taken," Lydia's voice came through the phone. Trust her to know he was gone.

"Scott and Kira. We just don't know where," Stiles replied back to her, as we had no clue. I could suggest a locator spell.

"Mexico," Deaton's voice had came through the phone. "And if you want to save his life, that's where you're going too," Deaton was never wrong with things like this, and that's were we are going, Mexico. Stiles hangs up as he puts his phone away as I cock my gaze around.

"We need to go to Mexico to find Scott and Kira," I stress out to them, as I felt like I was going to look at another dead friend of mine. "I'm not losing another friend to death," I had replied back to them, wrapping my arms around me, comforting myself... I hope they are doing all right...

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The next morning had arrived, I had gathered my strength from blood bags. I didn't change as there wasn't time too, I was too busy stressing about Scott and Kira.

Stiles, Malia, Liam and I arrived at the location where Derek had said to meet, as we needed all the people we could get. We exited the jeep, as a prison transport van had pulled in. Braeden had exited the van, and began walking towards us.

"How did you get a prison transport van?" Stiles had asked, pointing to the van she had came out of.

"I'm a U.S. Marshal," Braeden replied smugly to Stiles as she stood in front of us.

"Yeah, I just thought that was just a cover," Stiles retorted back, but Braeden didn't say anything making me crack a smile. Just then, another car door opens and slams shut.

"Are we really bringing him?" Derek had said, gesturing to Liam.

"Are we really bringing him?" I had retorted back to Derek, crossing my arms as I look at him, raising an eyebrow to him, my eyes flickering between him and Peter.

"We're bringing everyone that we can," Peter had began as he stood in front of us. "And considering Scott and Kira were taken the night before a full moon, we should probably get going," Peter had urged us to get going.

"What's that mean?" Malia had asked from the right of me.

"If Kate took Scott back to the same temple that she took Derek, how do we know she's not planning to do the same thing to him?" Peter had suggested the idea to us, making us ponder the possibility.

"What, she wants to make him younger?" Liam had asked, but what would she get out of making him younger.

"Or take him back to when he wasn't a werewolf," Derek had said, as he was right.

"A werewolf can't steal a true Alpha's power. But maybe a Nagual jaguar, with the power of Tezcatlipoca behind her..." Peter states as he takes a big sigh. "Maybe she can. So, if everyone is sufficiently freaked out, I say we get going,"

"We can't," Stiles states. "Not without Lydia," he went on, as we needed Lydia's ability to seek out if anyone was going to die or she could help us find them...

Stiles went off to phone her, as we all went yo get ready for the road-trip. "What's she doing at the school anyway?" Derek had piped up, making me look to him.

"We got Kira's sword, but we need something with a stronger scent," Malia had said raising Kira's sword up for a moment. "Lydia went to get a jacket out of her locker,"

"Nothing," we hear Stiles states as he comes back to the group.

"If she has a car, she can catch up to us," Braeden had said as she was right she could catch up to us, but she knows how important this is, she would have picked up.

"That's a good point. We'll call her from the road," Peter had replied

"No. What if something happened? What if she's in trouble?" Stiles had raised a valid questions, his eyes flicking between us all.

"Fine. You stay, you find her. We're gonna go on without you," Peter seemed so eager to go on to Mexico to find Scott and Kira.

"I could call Mason. He has a study group at school. Maybe he could look for her," Liam had said offering too find where she is. I mean there was no harm in that, and if he finds her he could call us.

"All right. Fine," Stiles states after he had sighed, giving in. We all began to walk to the police van but Stiles and Malia had stayed behind. I was going in the back just in case Liam got out of hand and I can use my magic or use my strength to calm him down.

"Remember what we're dealing with here," Peter had begun as we turn around to face him. "It's not just Kate, it's Berserkers," Peter puts on his jacket as he speaks to us. "You might see human eyes behind those skulls. Do not assume that there's any humanity left... Oh. This little one is terrified of them, aren't you?" Peter's gaze was on Liam. "Don't worry, my friend. It is that fear that will keep you alive. A reminder to everyone. You do not fight Berserkers to survive, you fight to kill... Even you little Witch," Peter's eyes went to meet mine, as I stare at him. "Oh wait, you've killed before," he spoke smugly and I just give him a death glare before he turns and goes to the car.

But he was right, I have killed before, so it won't be something new to me...