I sighed in frustration as I shut my Grimoire and rested my hands on top of the leather cover. I turned my head to look at Erica who's eyes quickly diverted from me and back to her open notepad. I still think Derek hasn't told his pack what I was yet, as Erica was still trying to figure me out.

"Derek still hasn't told you?" I asked, but it was more like a statement. Her eyes came to meet mine, as she tapped her pen on her notepad and the blank look on her face was all I needed to see. But before Erica could reply, I saw Jackson stand from his chair.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he states, holding his head in his hand. Erica and I looked at him weirdly as he made his way past us.

"Are you alright? Hey, you don't look so good," Harris states, as he watches Jackson, standing from his own chair in worry.

"I just need to get some water," Jackson states, rubbing his forehead as pain generated from it. All of us in the room stared at him as he walked out of the room. Harris came forward to stand between two racks of books which were piled on trolleys .

"No one leaves their seats," he states using his both index fingers to make his point, before he turns and leaves the room. As Harris barely left, I saw Stiles and Scott rush from their seats and over to the table Erica and I were sat on. They were both sitting in their seats like before, before they were moved by Harris.

"Stiles says you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott states, leaning forward on the table, but Erica was jotting random things down in her notepad.

"Maybe," she replied, not looking from the lined pages of the book.

"Talk," I said to her, taking over from Scott for a moment, her eyes locked with mine just for a split second and she knew I would do something to her if she didn't.

She closed her notepad and placed her pen on top, before locking eyes with Scott. "It was a car accident. My dad was the insurance investigator, and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's 18," Erica spoke honestly, as her gaze went between us three, before locking eyes with Scott again.

"So not only is Jackson rich now, but he's getting even richer at 18?" Stiles asks, not believing someone like Jackson could get any richer.

"Yep," was Erica's response as her eyes darted to Stiles as she cocked up an eyebrow.

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," Stiles went on, making me chuckle at his comment.

"You know what?" Erica began as she stopped leaning and lent to her laptop and began to take off her notepad which was on top. "I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's in-box," she opened her pink coloured laptop. "He keeps everything,"

"Scott McCall, please report to the Principal's office," Allison's mother states over the P.A. As eyes went to the speaker in the library. My eyes went to Scott, as he held a slightly worried expression.

"Good luck," I said with a smile on my face, but he didn't look impressed with my comment. He stands from the chair and walks out of the library. I nodded my head for Stiles to take my seat and I would take his. I stood with my Grimoire and we both quickly sat back down in opposite chairs. Stiles leans over Erica's shoulder to view her laptop as she tries to find the report. A few moments passed and the door to the library opened to see Jackson walk in. His complexion was sweaty and pale, like he just saw a ghost and water dripping down his face. He sat back down in his chair as I heard the chair creek with his weight.

"Look at the dates," I heard Stiles say, making my eyes connect with his face, which was staring at Erica's laptop screen.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital DOA. The estimated time of death is 9:25 p.m., June 14, 1995," Erica states, reading the information from the report.

"Jackson's birthday is June 15th," Stiles quickly replied after Erica had finished, making Erica look at Stiles. Jackson's parents dying before he was born might have been an accident or it could have been a murder, no one knows.

Just then, I heard Harris zip up his briefcase, making me snap my gaze from the table to him as he was standing, looking at us all. Everyone in the room started to gather their things and stand from their chairs, but I stayed sat, my hands crossed on my Grimoire.

Harris began to chuckle at the group. "Oh, no, I'm sorry," he chuckled his way through the words. "Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving," he patted the books on both sides. "Enjoy the rest of your evening," were the final words. If I had my way.

He left the library, without another word, and I turned on my chair to look at Allison. I picked up my Grimoire and stood, going to Allison. She had left her bag where she sat, and we made our way into one of the aisle. Stiles was hot on our tails with one of the trolleys as everyone else began to take books and put them correctly on the shelves.

"Does anyone else wanna rip Harris's head from his shoulders?" I asked the two, but they both gave me a wild look. With that said, Scott had just turned around the corner of the bookcase, seeing all of us together. Stiles had caught him up to speed with what we had found about Jackson and his parents.

"It means he was born after his mom died-- by C-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body," Stiles states, from the side of me, as Scott and Allison stood behind the trolley of books.

"Okay, the million dollar question," I began, six-pair of eyes locked onto my face, as I held my Grimoire to my chest. "Was it an accident or not?" My face twisted with confusion.

"The word over the report is 'Inconclusive'," Stiles had replied to me.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott had now pipped up, looking deadly serious about Jackson's parents being murdered.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth. You know? It seeks out and kills murderers," Stiles had added.

"But for Jackson? Or for whoever's controlling him?" Allison states in a whisper tone as we had to be quiet.

"I still haven't found anything that can help, but I won't stop looking," I state to the trio, as my task was to find out anything that could help Jackson with being controlled. Scott's eyes glanced over to mine for a second, holding a small smile, as he knew I was doing everything I could, as did the others.

"We have to talk to him. We have to tell him," Scott announces as he moves past the trolley and out of the aisle. We didn't stop him, but Allison tried but got nowhere with that. After Scott left, Stiles, Allison and I looked between one another, our expressions weren't hopeful that Scott's plan would work. Yet again, he does have a restraining order against him.

Suddenly, a burst of electrical currents banged out in the library, the ceiling crumbled from above, bits came from the plaster of the ceiling and lights went out. Books fell from the shelves, as I quickly grabbed Stiles and Allison by the shoulder and made them duck.

"Erica!" I heard Scott yell for his fellow werewolf, and Erica let out a roar, as the sound of crackling came from above. We stood for a moment as I look above to find Jackson. I saw him for a split second as he landed on top of a bookcase before prancing off there and onto another. Books fell from above as Stiles had grabbed both Allison and I and pulled us backwards, making us all fall to the floor, for protection of sorts.

"Stiles," I state to him, in a quick manner. As I cast my head to make him look where he placed his hand. "That's my breast," I simply state in a calm tone. As he quickly removes his hand from there and pulls a weird face, and begins to blush. I stood as I was now free of his hand, as he moved him and Allison to the bookcase as they sat on their bottoms and lent backwards. Just then a scream rang out, and I knew it was Erica's. Electricity was still crackling from above, as sparks flew to the floor.

As I was about to exit the aisle we were in, I heard a roar of the Kanima, and then saw Scott fly by and hit the trolley with the books, making it fall over with him on it. I rushed over to him as he groaned in pain slightly, but I grabbed his hand and pulled him up to his feet and rushed him over to where Stiles and Allison were. He placed himself in front of Allison, holding his arm out for her to stand behind. I was in front of Stiles as he peered over my shoulder, as we all looked at Jackson who was in front of a chalkboard, half-human and half-Kanima. He looked like he was possessed as his head did a creepy turn and he began to write on the chalkboard. Words started to appear on the board, and seconds later he was done. I peer over Jackson to the board to see the words 'Stay out of my way or I'll kill all of you'.

"That's not good," I whispered to the group as Jackson ran off up the wall and out of the window, smashing it along the way. We became relaxed as we could as Jackson was now gone. We stood one by one and made our way out of the aisle to face the chalkboard, all of us reading the message over. Grunting noises came from behind us.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey, hey!" Stiles states, making me spin on my heels to see Erica having a seizure. "I think she's having a seizure," Stiles' voice was clearly worried for Erica. Scott Allison turned to look at Stiles who held Erica close to him as she had her fit. I rushed over to Erica's head and knelt in front of her as she continued to seizure. Allison went over to Matt to make sure he was still alive.

"He's alive," Allison states.

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital," Stiles states as Erica needed to be treated for her seizure.

"Derek--only to Derek," Erica states between her fits, as she didn't need a hospital but Derek.

"When we get to the hospital--" Scott began as he looked through the space in-between the bookshelves to Allison.

"To Derek...To Derek," Erica pleaded as she whispered her case to us.

"Go," Allison only said as Scott shook his head at her like he didn't like the idea leaving her alone. He stood and ran off to go to Allison.

"Hey, Scott!" Stiles yells as he couldn't do this alone. His eyes then focused on me. "Do something," he stressed out as he was worried for Erica.

"I'll try," I replied back as I placed my hands beside her head, inches from her ears, taking a deep breath. "Phasmatos Tribum, hoc sana vulnus ab intus," I chanted, my hand still beside her head. I could feel my magic working, but she was still having spasms. I pushed harder for my magic to work, my own hands began to shake slightly but I never lost focus on Erica. Just then, I felt a trickle of wetness run down my noise, and within seconds it was on my lips. It was my blood and with the loss of focus with my blood, my hands were jolted aside like the spell was broken.

"There's too much toxin in her body for the spell to fight," I replied as Stiles's eyes on me were on me they held worry as the blood was still wet under my nose. I wiped my hand under my left nostril and erased the blood that was there. I was lost in thought as Scott came round and picked up Erica to go to Derek. Stiles stood and I did the same, but I grabbed my Grimoire which was dusty with the plaster from the ceiling. My eyes connect with Allison but she nodded to Scott and Stiles to go help them.

They were already gone from the room, and I chased after them, hoping we would get Erica to Derek in time.

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We drove like mad in Stiles Jeep to Derek's hideout, which was the old Railroad Depot. Derek was already on point he had met us half-way as Scott handed her over to him. We entered a subway car Derek was kneeling as he tried to hold Erica up.

"Pull her up," Derek states in his manly voice. As Erica grunts and shakes. I stood at the foot of Erica.

"Is she dying?" I asked, my voice laced with worry for the girl. Though I didn't know her, she was too young to die, she has a lot to live for.

"She might, I..." Derek replied as his eyes were trained on Erica, as he didn't know what was happening to her. "Which is why this is gonna hurt," his hands were on her forearm and with one quick snap of her bone was broken and she screamed out in pain.

"You broke her arm!" Stiles yells over the screaming as Scott looks shocked.

"It'll trigger the healing process. I still gotta get the venom out," Derek states as he isn't taking pleasure in doing this. "This is where it's really gonna hurt," Derek digs his claws into Erica's forearm as blood starts to drip from his claws and onto an old newspaper. As her screams pierced everyone's ears, as more blood poured from her arm. Within seconds, her screams dimmed and her breathing became shallow as it was coming under control. Stiles fell back slightly as Derek continued to drain her body to get that nasty toxin out.

"Stiles..." Erica spoke with a whisper tone as her energy was drained. "You make a good Batman," she states as she touches his arm slightly as she looks up to him. I couldn't stand to watch her like this. I waved my hand out to her and she fell back into Stiles arms, out like a light.

"She'll wake up later," I spoke, locking eyes with Stiles as he gave me a nod, thanking me for doing that for her. I couldn't bear to watch Derek drain Erica of her blood, it was strong enough as it is being this close. I turned and left the subway car, coming out into the opening, pacing.

Moments went by, but it seemed forever. Derek and Scott came out and walked past me, but I followed behind Scott. "You know who it is," he stated as we continued to walk, but Derek came to a halt and turned to look at Scott.

He takes a breath before sitting on something. "Jackson," he replied.

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?" Scott caught on what Derek's plan was. Derek nodded his head, his gaze wasn't on Scott or I. "I'm gonna help you stop him. As part of your pack," Scott had announced, Derek's eyes moved to look at Scott's. "If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him,"

"And?" Derek states, as he folded his hands over his chest, raising his eyebrows at us.

"And we do it my way," Scott said to Derek.

"I will agree to help you," I said, his eyes shooting to mine, as he looked at me. "If you need a Witch for anything, just call," I gave him a soft smile as he just nodded his head to me, accepting my help.

Boy... Could this go wrong?