After we had put our things in our lockers we went to seek Stiles out as he had Jackson. We had arrived at Beacon Hills preserve, walking into the woods to find Stiles. We didn't walk too far as we could see Stiles texting on a phone.

We both steadily walked to him, trying not to make as much noise. He took his gaze from the phone to look around, but looked in the opposite direction we were coming in at. He stared in that direction for a moment as we kept closer.

We both pounced forward at him as he turned ever so quickly in shock. "Oh, my God," he jumped back, hitting the big police van.

"They know," was Allison's reply. She had filled me in on the way here, that Jackson's parents know that he is missing.

"What?" Stiles states, clearly confused on the matter.

"They know Jackson's missing," Allison states, getting her point across to Stiles.

"No, they can't. I've been texting his parents since last night," Stiles states as he held up Jackson's phone to show us. "They don't have a clue,"

Allison shook her head at Stiles gesturing that it wasn't true. "My Grandfather told me his parents went to the police. They know," Allison finished, as Stiles looked down to the phone, before holding it between his thumb and his index finger.

"Oh..." He made a weird geeky sound, as he started to bounce his free hand up and down dramatically, like a baby slamming on something. He holds the phone out to Allison before she takes it, as he slid down the side of the van to the door, ripping it open as fast as he could.

Allison and I follow behind, Stiles leans in and grabs the radio that was in the police van. "All available units proceed to Beacon Hills Preserve as instructed. Proceed with caution until Sheriff Stilinski's arrival," Stiles had turned half-way through to look at us both with worry in his eyes. "Repeat: proceed with caution," the radio had cut off, meaning that they were done talking. Stiles ushers us into the police van, as we needed to move and try not to be found by his Dad. Allison and I sat in the van, as Stiles was behind the wheel.

"Where are we going?" I asked Stiles, my eyes going in the direction of his face, which was down at Jackson's phone, dialling a number.

"Somewhere very far from this," Stiles states, briefly looking up from the phone, before he throws it out of the window as it begins to ring. Stiles started the van and began to drive away from our current position. I think he had no idea where he was going but just away from that phone that the police could track.

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We had driven what seemed like forever until we were further away from the last spot. Stiles had parked the van near a cliff side which overlooked the whole town.

Scott had found us with ease, as Allison had texted him to tell him where we were. He would have probably sniffed us all out. We began to walk down, my heels stuck into the soft dirty ground, it's what I get for wearing high-heels all the time.

"If Jackson doesn't remember being the Kanima, he's definitely not gonna remember stealing Danny's tablet," Scott states as we stopped near the edge of the cliff.

"Why would he steal it? If he has no idea what's on it," I replied, glancing at them all from the side of Allison.

"What if someone else took it?" She asks, thinking that it was possible for someone else to take it.

"Then somebody else knows what he is," Stiles states, not liking the idea that someone else knows what Jackson could do.

"Which could mean someone's protecting him," Scott announces, his gaze turned to look at Stiles.

"Like the bestiary says, 'The Kanima seeks a friend,' right?" Allison states, knowing that she had gotten that information from someone who translated the text.

"Okay, hold on. So, somebody watches Jackson make a video of himself turning into the Kanima, and then just erases part of it so he wouldn't know? I mean, who would do that?" Stiles' face was confused at this part, because it was frustrating not knowing.

"Somebody who wanted to protect him?" I spoke to the group as their eyes landed on me for a brief second.

"There's something else. You said the only thing you found online about the Kanima is that it goes after murderers. What if that's actually true?" Scott states, our eyes darting to him.

"Well, no, it can't be. Tried to kill all of us, remember?" Stiles states, his hand gesturing to all of us. "I don't know about you three, but I haven't murdered anybody lately,"

"But I-I don't think that it was actually trying to kill us," Scott began as he suddenly shot his head round to Allison and I. "Remember when we were at Isaac's the first time, it just went by us, didn't it?"

"You're right, it just ran off," Allison states, as I nodded my head in agreement.

"And it didn't kill you in the mechanic's garage," Scott states his point to Stiles, his head going to meet his gaze.

"Well, yeah, but it tried to kill me, Alice and Derek in the pool," Stiles voice was soft, as he took his gaze from Scott to me before going back to Scott.

"Did it?" I replied, as I thought, it didn't try to kill us, it could have done but it didn't.

"It would've. It was waiting for us to come out," Stiles retorted back to me, his eyes shifting to Scott.

"What if it was trying to keep you in?" Scott asked, making Stiles look freaked out but the sudden notion.

"Why do I feel so violated all of a sudden?"

"Because there's something else going on. We don't know what it is. We don't know anything about what's going on with Jackson, or why someone's protecting him," Scott states, Stiles sighs in frustration and I did the same, as we needed to know who was helping Jackson.

"Know thy enemy," I heard Allison state to herself, who was staring off into the town below. Scott and Stiles took their gaze to her, as she felt them watching her. "Just something my grandfather said," she replies, his eyes casting over theirs/

"All right, I got it. Kill Jackson. Problem solved," Stiles states, making us all look at him with a slight shocking expression.

"He risked his life for us, against Peter remember that?" Scott states, knowing that he still cared for Jackson, thought he could be an ass sometimes.

"Yes, but what did we just find out? He got the bite from Derek. It's funny how he just got exactly what he wanted by supposedly risking his life for us, it's funny," Stiles states, smiling near the end as he was using sarcasm to put his point across.

"Yeah, but it doesn't mean he's not still worth saving," I state, my gaze going over to Stiles, who looked me in the eyes.

"It's always something with him, though," Stiles said, his hand casting to the police van.

"He doesn't know what he's doing," Scott piping up into the conversation to defend Jackson.

"So what?"

"So, I didn't either," Scott was really going for it, I could help but smile at his loyalty and wanting to save Jackson. "You remember when I almost killed you and Jackson?" Scott had spun on his heels to face Allison. She didn't speak but just nodded her head. "I had someone to stop me. He has nobody,"

"That's his own fault," Stiles replied, his tone dry. He only knows what bad Jackson has done, what a jerk he has been to him and Scott. He's clinging onto the past memories.

"It doesn't matter. If we can save him, we should try," My voice was soft, bet held dominance. Though Jackson could be an ass-hole, and mean, selfish, untrustworthy, and maybe a few more Unpleasant words. But deep down in his heart there was a slither of goodness.

"Is there anything you can do?" Scott announced as his eyes travelled to me, making me tilt my head in confusion.

"I mean, there could be a binding spell of sorts, stop him from transforming, but that could be a wild shot," I state to Scott, but he gave me a firm look, hope in his eyes, hoping I would find something.

"Have a look?" He asks, but he would never have to ask me to do this for them. I gave him a warm smile with a nod, before I began to walk away from them, as they chattered among themselves.

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The rest of the day, I looked through my own Grimoire, books that I've collected over the years, other Grimoire that I had which was the same size as my Grimoire and had some blood to drink. By nightfall, I was mental and physically exhausted, I couldn't find anything that could help with Jackson. The best I could do was a boundary spell, to keep him contained and away from everyone. He moves really fast, so that was a big problem.

I slam my Grimoire shut, sighing in frustration, my hands going straight to my skull, to try and contain the headache I'm getting. I glanced down to my phone which was next to the books, I picked it up and looked at the screen, seeing no messages at all. I stood from the couch and went to the front door. I swung the door open, and used my vamp-speed to leave the house and go back to the police van...

I entered the Beacon Hill Preserve once again, the air was chilly and dark, the only source of light was the stars above. I began to walk to where the police van was, only a mile or so. Leaves and twigs I stepped on as I walked through the woods, trees tall like they were reaching the stars, swaying in the cool wind, like they were communicating with one another.

I picked up the pace as I traded through the woods. Suddenly, I froze to the spot, like my body was telling that someone was watching me, the hairs on the back of my neck stood on point. I quickly spun on my heels to be faced with nothing. My eyebrows knitted together, my expression confused as I was sure I was being watched. I shook my head slightly. I must be losing my mind or something.

I spun around, facing the way where Stiles had parked the van. My feet crunch as I walked, but my hearing started to pick up some noise. I came to a halt again, listening in, trying to focus on the sound. As it began to come clear, it was a low hissing sound. My eyes widened, my breath hitched as I went up to the trees, to see the slit eyes of the Kanima, staring right at me, in it's full form.

Jackson sat on the branch, his scaly skin was visible, his tail waving around like it had a mind of its own. My eyes never left the tree, as I began to take slow steps backwards. He noticed but just titled his head, like he was a lost animal of sorts, seeing if I was a threat.

Just then, I heard a 'snap', and scrunched up my face as I knew it was a twig snapping. Jackson's expression turned evil, as he hissed at me, before jumping down from the tree branch. He landed on the ground softly, all fours like a cat. He stood and started to stalk towards me like I was his prey, but I stood my ground as he wasn't going to get away easily.

Suddenly without any warning, Jackson charged at me, but I was faster and placed my palms together, my fingers extended, sideways. Jackson suddenly was jerked back, inches in front of me as he ran straight into my barrier spell.

He wore a wild but shocking expression, but he stared at me, before placing his clawed hand onto the barrier, and began to drag his claws across like nails on a chalkboard. It sent a shiver down my spine, as he did one long stroke and stopped. He stared at me for one last time, before he ran off in the dark, as I hadn't had time to do anything to stop him.

I dropped my hands slowly, feeling the barrier spell lift, as I sighed deeply. This wasn't good. I pushed off in my legs going into vamp-speed mode, going to the police van. I came to a halt a few seconds later, beside a tree behind the van, seeing the doors open. I quickly ran over to the back of the van, my eyes glancing to the broken cuffs.

Suddenly Stiles had come around the corner, seeing me staring into the back of the van. His eyes went to the back and clearly he was shocked and knew it wasn't good. Before I could speak he had run off to the car which was parted a bit off to the side, holding Allison and Scott, who were supposed to be looking out. A few minutes went by and Stiles, Scott and Allison came dashing over, and stood in the back of the van, empty.

"I have to tell my Father," Allison states, knowing that if she doesn't Jackson is going to kill someone. Scott had turned as I was behind him, staring out to the city, thinking. His feet crunch under the leaves. "Scott," she states her voice slightly worried as he came to a stop. "He's going to kill someone,"

"Okay, tell him. Tell him everything," Scott sounded defeated.

"Scott, I gotta tell mine too," Stiles states, as his father, the Sheriff needs to know, but what was Stiles going to tell him.

"This is all my fault," Scott carried on, he feels like he needs to protect everyone he cares for.

"It's not. But we have to tell them. We're just a bunch of teenagers. We can't handle this," Allison quickly states, as it was true, they were teenagers, and I was pretending to be one. In theory, I was a teenager, but I've had centuries to mature.

"You're right," Scott's voice held emotions, too many to figure out, but I think most of it was regret.

"How are you gonna make your Dad believe all this?" I asked, my face turning to face him. Explaining the supernatural to non-believers was difficult.

"I don't know," Stiles states as he also sounded defeated. Scott slowly turns to face us, his eyes shift from their brown colour to their glowing yellow werewolf eyes.

"He'll believe me," Scott announces, as his eyes glowed for a few moments before they dimmed and turned back to his normal puppy dog eyed colour.

I had a bad feeling about this...