Jackson was right under Danny, who was below on the dance floor. "Get Danny," Scott states, as his eyes never left the ceiling.

"What're you gonna do?" Stiles asked Scott, who flicked down his fingers which extended his claws in that hand. "Works for me," he replied, not a lot of emotional tone in his voice as he walks into the dance floor, engulfed in the crowd.

Scott began to walk forward, his eyes glued to the ceiling, watching Jackson carefully. I placed my drink back down, not even taking a sip out of the straw that was given. I couldn't hear much as the music was pounding from every corner of the room.

I followed behind Scott, pushing against guys who blocked our paths. Smoke started to appear on the dance floor as it came from above, the smoke machines that were producing it were blurring our eyes to find Jackson on the ceiling. After a moment it cleared, and Jackson wasn't on the ceiling anymore. We stood still, looking on the ceiling to see if we could find him, but it wasn't going well. Smoke started to spurt out of the machines once again, descending down on the crowd. Lights were flashing, music blasting in my ears, it was hard to concentrate. Scott and I kept moving through the dance floor, I kept close to his back.

Suddenly, I heard thumping sounds, like people dropping to the ground. Scott and I push through the dance floor, hoping to find the source. "Jackson!" Scott shouts to him, hoping to stop what he was doing.

Just then, piercing red eyes passed through the smoke, heading straight for Jackson. It was Derek. "Derek!" I yelled to try and stop him, but there were too many people in the way to get passed to actually stop him. I could hear Derek growl lowly, before he swung his clawed hand out to Jackson, slashing his throat open as it ended up Jackson screaming in the Kanima form.

People on the dance floor erupted into screams, all panicked as they ran from the dance floor, creating space to see the fallen guys on the floor. I turn 360 swiftly, looking for Jackson or Derek, but not finding them. Also Scott was missing, I couldn't find him either.

Just then, someone touched my shoulder, making me spin to be faced with Stiles. I took a sigh, as he held my hand and started to drag me through the card and to the back exit of the club. He pushed open the door as he let go of my hand, as we both then darted out and into the parking lot.

As we ran down the parking lot, we came to a halt, seeing Scott over a bloody -now human- Jackson. Who was still alive, I could hear his heart beating in his chest.

"What do we do with him now?" Scott asks, panic laced in his voice, as his gaze turned to Jackson and to us. Stiles and I share a look, before eyeing Jackson back up.

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We helped Scott clean up Jackson, as we didn't want everyone staring at us with a bloody teenager. Then after we cleaned him up, we got him to Stiles' jeep, and placed a blanket over his naked body. Stiles stayed in his jeep as I stayed with him, to keep an eye on Jackson, to make sure he didn't wake up.

"I can't believe it," I spoke in a whisper, but loud enough for Stiles to hear me, making him turn his gaze towards me.

"What?" He replied, not sure what I was talking about, his face frowning.

"That Jackson's the Kanima, and I didn't see it coming," I replied to him, my gaze casting from his whisky eyes out of the window, to see Scott talking to Danny.

"None of us could have known," Stiles tried to comfort me in a way, but I should have seen the signs, I should have seen it.

My eyes cast back to meet his. "I should have known," my voice quieted as I looked directly into his eyes, and he knew I was clearly upset by it. "Take care of him," I cast my gaze to the back seats where Jackson lays asleep. Before, I pushed open the side door, and got out, just in time for Scott who was coming to the jeep. I passed him without a word, I could feel his eyes upon me, but I continued to walk away from the jeep.

The sirens of the police cars began to dim, as I walked away from the club. I did need to clear my head a bit, all this was getting too much to handle. Telling my friends that I'm a Witch, and finding out Jackson was the Kanima and not knowing about it. I see him everyday in school and I had no clue, was I that blind?

It was going to be a long walk home, at least I had things to think about...

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The next day began, my heels clicked against the marble flooring of the school hallway, my bag over my shoulder. The hallway was quiet as people were in class. I began to take notice that there were a few new cameras in the hallway and between floors. It made me slightly uncomfortable that more cameras were being added, meaning that the hunters that basically run the school could keep an eye on us.

I walked some more, my face tiling away from the camera that I passed. Luckily, I made my way to English class which was close by. I entered to see Allison already sitting, waiting nervously of sorts for Scott or I. As I walked further into class, my heels clicked on the floor, making Allison shoot her gaze up to meet me. She gave me a worried expression. Just as I began to sit in my seat, to the right of Allison Scott had entered, minding his own business as he came and sat in his seat.

"Scott," she whispered to him, but didn't hear her. "Scott," she states more forcefully, as she stood from her seat, leaning on his desk. We all heard the class room door close, as we all looked to see who entered.

Allison's mother walked further into the classroom, like an elegant woman. "I'm afraid your teacher was feeling ill today, and had to leave early," she began, going over to the teacher's desk, before standing in front of it and sitting on it. "So, unfortunately, you're stuck with me as a substitute," her eyes locked to our group. Allison, Scott and I, this wasn't going to be great.

"Can anyone catch me up to speed on where we are?" She asked so innocently, searching the classroom for someone to answer her. Before she locked eyes with Scott. "Mr. McCall, how 'bout you?" Scott didn't say anything but just grabbed his notepad from his bag and placed it on the table as he clears his throat.

This was going to be a long lesson...

An hour had passed and now it was four o'clock. Suddenly, the bell rang out letting us all know it was the end of the day. Student's began to chatter among themselves and one another as they packed their things up and left their seats to leave the class.

Everyone had left the class Allison and I were the last two about to leave the room. "Allison," she states in her motherly but serious tone, making Allison stop. I carried on walking, giving her a hopeful look before exiting the class. I turned to the right, pressing my back against the wall, just outside the classroom, waiting for her.

"We've noticed quite a few calls from your phone to the odd one," she paused for a moment. "Stilinski," at least she didn't mention my name. Allison must delete our message and she phones Stiles if she needs.

"Oh, you told me to keep an eye on Lydia, and, um, he's had a crush on her since, like, third grade, so, I'm gonna have to talk to him," Allison replied to her mother, telling her the truth. I hear Allison turn to leave the classroom.

"I know it's hard...Sitting here...Trying not to lat at him," Allison's mother began, as she stood from her chair. "But think of how strong it makes you," I hear her heels click as she makes her way to Allison. "Especially when all these other girls are just letting their entire high school lives be defined by some boy they're just praying will take them to senior prom,"

"Can't I be strong and go to prom?" Allison asked.

"Of course," her mother slightly chuckled. "But with someone else," I hear her heels click on the floor as they move closer to the door. "Remember, so long as you stay strong, we won't have to kill a 16-year-old boy," Allison's mother states in a dark tone making me shiver at her tone. Supernatural creatures aren't as bad as an angry mother. Especially if it's an Argent...

Allison now left the classroom, looking to her right to see me pressed against the wall as she came over. We began to walk down the hallway. "God, I wouldn't like to be on your mother's bad side," I said jokingly, but there was a hint of truth behind my voice. Allison locked eyes with me, holding back a chuckle, as I shook my head at him. I needed to tell her about her Dad. "Allison, your Dad kind of saw me. Well, I showed myself to him when I went after Derek," I said sheepishly, as we both stopped in the middle of the hall.

"Did he say anything?! Do anything?!" She asked, clearly worried, as she stared at me.

"No, he couldn't because Jackson tried to kill him again. I was out of sight by then," I replied, as she looked like she was calming down with my answer. "Did he mention me at all?"

"No, he mentioned nothing to me," Allison states, as we began to walk once again. "How did you run after Derek the other night?" The question was so unexpected, that I came to a halt, thinking of a possible answer that sounded believable.

"How do you think," I gave her a cheeky wink as I wiggled my fingers at her, smirking, as I turned and walked away. Allison hot on my tail...

She wasn't ready to know about my other-side yet...

But when will they be?