Rachel was fairly confident she was going to die in high school. Quite literally.

Not only had they just ran for their lives, but much to Rachel's dismay, when she threw herself at the door - it didn't open. Instead, it stayed exactly where it was, and emitted a loud bang as her head hit it.

"What the hell?" She muttered, rubbing the red spot now forming on her forehead.

Scott continued to push at the door, finally managing to open it enough to peek outside. "It's a dumpster."

"He pushed it in front of the door to block us in." Stiles deadpanned, now attempting to forcefully open the door on his own. "Come on, help me!"

"Stop!" Scott hissed, whilst Rachel simply wrapped her arms around Stiles & dragged him away. Not only was he making an outrageous amount of noise, but he looked pathetic. If two werewolves couldn't open it, how could he?

"I'm not dying in here." Stiles stated shaking free of Rachel's hold & speed walking alongside her. "I'm not dying at school."

"Now I see why Laura homeschooled me." The brunette grumbled, tucking her hands in her pockets. Rachel already hated public school - tonight was just the icing on the cake. She still wasn't sure what possessed Scott to call the alpha to the high school, of all places. It was dangerous enough in the day, but in the dark? Let's just say Beacon Hills certainly wasn't going to be starting night school classes anytime soon.

"We're not going to die."

"God, what is he doing?" Stiles whined, unsure of which friend to ask specifically. "What does he want?"

"Me!" Scott deadpanned, but before he could continue, Rachel interrupted.

"And probably me too." She muttered, remembering something her mother had once told her. Having a reflector is like having two alphas. If Rachel were to join the alpha's pack - he'd be twice as strong, providing he could teach her how to use her abilities to their fullest potential. She didn't want to find out. "Wolves are stronger in packs."

"Oh great." Stiles huffed, throwing his hands in the air. "A psychotic werewolf who's into team work. That's- that's beautiful."

"Indeed it-" Rachel stopped abruptly, movement from her peripheral vision catching her attention. The brunette froze in place, slowly turning her head to fully see the monster.

It was standing on the roof across from them, it's crimson eyes the most distinct feature. As soon as Scott & Stiles realized what'd caught her attention, they both turned & bolted back in the direction they initially came from. Rachel followed closely behind, easily catching up as the sound of glass shattering prompted her to push her already sore muscles even harder. She could handle a little pain if it meant not getting her throat ripped out by a psychotic alpha werewolf.

They slammed through the stairwell doors, easily skipping steps over the two small staircases. Rachel barely even managed to breathe as she forced herself to continue running for her life. She pushed through the downstairs set of doors, chasing after Scott & Stiles with the alpha close behind her.

Everything was a blur of hallways & closed doors from then on, but one thing was for certain; the chances of them surviving the night, were slimming by the second.

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Rachel had finally managed to catch up with Scott & Stiles by the time they reached the basement. Her back pressed against an old rusty locker, whilst she fought to slow her rapid breathing & heart rate.

The alpha was just a corner away from them, stalking it's way closer. Rachel could hear it's heart, along with hers, Scott's & Stiles'. The tapping of claws against the floor never ceased, but still she let out a quiet breath of relief as they slowed to a stop. She wasn't entirely sure of why it stopped; it knew they were there, but yet it wasn't taking the chance to corner them & kill Stiles.

Rachel still held tightly to the hope that it wanted her in it's pack as much as it wanted Scott. As much as she felt sympathy for Stiles in his unlucky situation - it was better him than her.

Confusion took over as the claw taps began again, only to fade off into the distance as the alpha wandered away. Why hadn't it attacked? It knew they were there. Rachel was more than positive it could smell the distinctive fear stench radiating from Stiles. Hell, she was even sure it could smell the lingering chicken teriyaki scent in her breath.

So why hadn't it attacked them?

Scott & Stiles didn't seem to care as they rushed around the opposite corner, venturing farther into the basement. She jogged to catch up to them, still struggling to breathe regularly from their previous sprint.

"Alright, we have to do something." Stiles stated obviously, his head moving from side to side as he tried to give both Rachel & Scott the same "you're the supernatural ones here, it's your problem" glance.

"Like what?"

"I don't know!" The spastic boy huffed, running a hand over his buzz cut. "Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something!"

The trio approached yet another corner, slowly peeking around as if it were a game of Russian roulette. Each corner had the possibility of sheltering the notorious alpha, much like each shot could end a life. Luckily for them, they hadn't even needed to pull the metaphorical trigger; the alpha was still nowhere in sight.

But as always; nothing gold can stay, and indeed their golden opportunity was swept away as an animalistic shadow slowly grew smaller. A telltale indication that someone; more likely, something, was stalking closer to them.

A faint jingle of metal caught Rachel's attention, her eyes widening as she turned to Stiles. "No."

The spastic boy was currently reaching in his pocket for the keys to his jeep. Unlike the two mythical creatures standing beside him; he'd taken it upon himself to concoct a plan. A plan of which, may end up getting them all brutally maimed and killed.

Stiles nodded at Scott, throwing his keys before bolting back in the direction they'd initially came from. Rachel was the last to exit the room, kicking the door shut & forcefully slamming her back against it.

"The desk-" she shouted, her shoes slipping on the floor as she held the door closed. "Come on! I can't hold this for long."

The two boys nodded, quickly moving the desk whilst Rachel slipped away from the door. Stiles helped her to her feet as a loud bang emitted from the metal door. Much to their delight, it remained in place.

"Come on, get across." Stiles looked from the desk & back to Scott. Though they'd braced the door, in turn, the teen wolf had ended up stuck in the corner - his only way across? Climbing over the desk & directly in front of the window, which just so happened to be in clear view of the alpha. "Come on!"

"What?" Scott muttered confusedly, unaware that he'd accidentally been cornered.

Soon enough, he took notice of the desk blocking his path. The teen gulped nervously, glancing towards the window one last time. He jumped up on the desk with ease, quickly sliding across in hopes the creature wouldn't catch sight of him. With no loud growls or bangs against the door; he deemed it a success.

Until of course, Stiles began leaning towards the window.

"What the hell are you doing?" Rachel hissed, grabbing a fistful of his jacket. Of all the idiotic things she'd seen him do tonight; this was by far the worst. He'd be more likely to survive punching a sleeping lion than intentionally provoking an alpha werewolf. Especially one as bloodthirsty as this.

"I just wanna get a look at it."

"Are you crazy?" Scott gaped, staring wide eyed at his friend.

"Look, it's trapped, okay?" Stiles shrugged, turning back to the window. "It's not gonna get out."

Rachel crossed her arms, a deathly glare set on her face as Stiles climbed up on the desk. Not only was he putting his own life at risk, but he was risking hers too. They only knew for certain that the alpha wanted Scott. Whilst some packs desired reflectors; others despised them. The problem of having two alphas, was that the werewolf would eventually become threatened by the reflector, often leading to a violet showdown.

While this alpha may seemed to have desired power; it didn't seem to desire competition.

Rachel shook her head, pushing away the thought. She couldn't afford to think like that. The alpha wasn't even going to get the option of having a reflector, nor was he going to get the option of turning Scott into a killer. She wouldn't allow it. The only one of them that was going to be made into a killer was Rachel, and that would be by her own doing. She was going to do what she came here to do; She was going to avenge not only her sister, but her brother too. Rachel was going to kill the alpha.

"Yeah, that's right-" Stiles taunted through the glass, instantaneously gaining Rachel's undivided & anger-fuelled attention. "we got you-"

"Will you shut up?" Scott hissed.

"I'm not scared of this thing." Stiles stated firmly, only to cower back seconds later as the alpha slammed against the opposite side of the door. The spastic boy tumbled off the desk, managing to steady himself before falling.

Rachel narrowed her eyes at him, unimpressed. "Are you done now?"

"I'm not afraid of you!" Stiles yelled at the window, his confidence not faltering as a clawed hand slid across the glass. "Right, 'cause you're in there & we're out here. You're not going any-"

Again, he was abruptly cut off by a noise louder than the first few. Rachel shoved past him just in time to see debris falling from the ceiling. Pieces of mineral board cluttered the floor, whilst the alpha was nowhere in sight.

Stiles angled his flashlight at the roof above them, not daring to make a sound as large dents began to form the suspended ceiling. The dents moved closer, speeding in pace as the three teens looked at each other.

As if the terrified stare acted as an unspoken agreement; they all turned & ran.

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The burning desire for oxygen in Rachel's lungs couldn't compete with the fiery rage radiating throughout her body. Not only had the alpha killed Derek right in front of her, then proceeded to toss him like a piece of trash; but it had the audacity to go & lure one of her best friends into the maze that is her high school.

Rachel was outraged. She was ready to march down to wherever the fuck that thing was hiding & tear it to shreds. She didn't care if it ended up killing her in the process.

She pushed through the doors to the lobby, her hands curled into fists & her jaw clenched tightly. She knew that with Allison there she had to control her anger, especially because of her family, but Rachel couldn't help it. It killed the last family member she had, and now it was going after her friends.

Her completely human friends.

"Why did you come?" Where the first words Scott spoke to her, desperation & fear in his tone. "What are you doing here?"

Allison furred her brows in confusion, staring back at him. "Because you asked me to?"

"I asked you to?" Scott repeated, displaying a similar reaction.

She pressed a few buttons on her phone before holding it up for him to see. On the small screen, the message read;

Meet me at the school. URGENT.
– Scott
7:12pm, Feb 7

"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?" Allison muttered nervously,

"Because I didn't."

Rachel fake coughed, purposely drawing attention to herself. "Did you drive here?"

The young Argent shook her head, "Jackson did."

"Jackson's here too?"

"And Lydia, what's going on? Who sent this text?" Allison asked, looking between the three. Before she could question further, the familiar jingle of her ringtone began to play. She glanced down at the screen pressing answer before questioning, "Where are you?"

The aforementioned strawberry blonde entered the room just seconds later, with Jackson by her side. "Finally." She breathed out. "Can we go now?"

But she never received an answer. The familiar indents in the suspended ceiling above them began to appear yet again. Rachel turned to Stiles, fear evident on her face. Much like before, when she'd dragged him along at a supernatural speed; her hand found his & entwined their fingers. As much as she'd normally cringe at the idea of holding hands with Stiles; he was a slow runner & she didn't want him to die. This way if he fell behind, she could always just drag him.

Scott did the same with Allison, before looking up one last time. "Run!"

As soon as the group began sprinting up the steps, the infamous killer himself bursted through the thin boards. Rachel couldn't bring herself to turn back & try once more to reflect it, especially while running for her life. She instead pushed her legs harder, forcing herself to run faster.

She & Stiles were the first to enter the classroom, quickly followed by Scott & Allison. As soon as Jackson & Lydia had passed through the doorway, Scott was already in the process of locking the doors.

Jackson was quick to start pushing a desk over in front of the doors, Scott helping as Lydia & Allison stood & watched. Rachel & Stiles were across the room, both staring at the possibly fatal flaw in Scott's alpha avoidance plan.

"Scott, wait, not here." Stiles spoke, trying to warn his friends of the issue.

"What was that?" Allison demanded answers, ignoring Stiles. "Scott, what was that?"

Lydia ignored him too, joining her friend in the abundance of questions. "What came out of the ceiling?"

"Will you just help me?" Scott hissed, grabbing a stack of chairs & placing it on the desk he & Jackson had moved. "The chairs, stack the chairs."

"Guys- can we just wait a second?" Stiles huffed. "You guys, listen to me. Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please?"

Rachel rolled her eyes, taking in a deep breath before yelling loudly. "Listen!" Everyone turned around, each instantly realizing what Stiles had been trying to inform them of.

"Okay, nice work." Stiles nodded, gesturing to the desk & multiple stacks of chairs blocking the door. "Really beautiful job, everyone."

"Now," Rachel began, tapping a finger on her chin. She then turned around, flailing her arms out at the glass panes. "What should we do about the twenty foot wall of windows?"

Nobody said a word for the next minute, each unsure of what they could possibly say to break the silence until Allison did. "Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here & I would like to know why." She paused, looking from Stiles, to Rachel & then to the one she'd initially come here for. "Scott?"

The teen wolf turned away, leaning on a desk. He didn't know what to tell her. The truth would most likely get him killed - or sent to a psychiatric hospital - and a lie could get her killed. Either way, he was royally screwed.

With a look of desperation, he turned to Stiles & Rachel in hopes they could think of an explanation. Stiles was the best liar, and Rachel was a Hale; she'd been keeping her little supernatural secret for sixteen years. She was bound to have some type of lying technique, right?

Despite the youngest Hale's experience, it was Stiles who finally spoke up & answered the the girl's question. "Somebody killed the janitor."

"What?" Lydia muttered.

"Yeah, the janitor's dead." Rachel nodded, unable to think of anything else to say.

"What are they talking about?" Allison turned to Scott, laughing dryly. "Is this a joke?"

Almost at the same time, Jackson finally spoke up, only adding to the pile of questions they had to answer. "What? Who killed him?

"No, no, no, no." Lydia mumbled, tears brimming her eyes. "This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed-"

"No, don't you get it?" Jackson spat, glaring at Lydia as if she were stupid. "There wasn't a mountain lion."

"Who was it? What does he want? What's happening?" Allison rambled off a list of questions, the first one sparking Rachel's interest more than the rest. That's what we all want to know. She thought, a sympathetic look on her face as she looked towards Scott. He was going to have to answer the questions one way or another; and Rachel already knew what was coming.

She knew exactly what they were going to do, she could already see the ideas brewing. Scott was being pushed to his limits, and when people hit breaking point; bad things happen. They say things they'll regret later, and Rachel was fairly sure Scott would regret his scheme in the works.

Still, he had yet to spurt out the irrevocable words. The room remained a deathly quiet, and that only seemed to fuel the fire. Unsatisfied by the aforementioned silence, Allison raised her voice. "Scott!"

"I- I don't know!" Scott yelled. "I just- if we go out there, he's gonna kill us."

Lydia's already horrified expression only deepened. "Us? He's gonna kill us?"

"Who?" Allison insisted on an answer. "Who is it?"

Silence consumed the room yet again & that was when Rachel knew for certain. With one last glance, she walked over next to Stiles & bit her lip, mentally preparing for what came next.

"It's Derek." Scott stated, avoiding Rachel's glare. Stiles narrowed his eyes, looking from Scott & back to the youngest Hale. Still, the teen wolf didn't change his decision. "It's Derek Hale."

"Her brother killed the janitor?" Jackson gestured to Rachel, seemingly unconvinced that a member of her family had been the one to brutally slaughter someone.

Allison's expression softened slightly, no longer showing as much anger towards Scott. "Are you sure?"

"I saw him."

Lydia shook her head. "The mountain li-"

"No, Derek killed them." Scott insisted, sending a warning glance towards Stiles. The spastic teen seemed to get the message loud & clear.

"All of them?" Allison asked, not entirely believing.

"He wouldn't." Rachel breathed quietly, turning to face Stiles; who's hand instinctively curled around her wrist. His expression said it all; Scott was going to state the one thing that could trigger every impulse of anger within her.

Though Rachel hadn't mastered the art of shifting into a werewolf, she still had the capability of growing claws & fangs when it cane to using her brother's abilities. Luckily for Scott - and everyone else in the room - anger was Derek's anchor, and also how he taught Rachel to control herself when reflecting a werewolf.

That was the sole reason Scott's next sentence didn't cause her to tear his throat out with her teeth.

"Yeah, starting with his own sister." Scott stated firmly.

Stiles' grip on Rachel's wrist tightened as she took a step forward. If looks could kill, Scott McCall would be in multiple pieces by now. Even without direct eye contact, Rachel still had a way of awakening a new form of fear with her death glares; it was a trait she'd acquired from Derek.

Despite Scott's constant repetition, Allison still wasn't convinced. "The bus driver?"

"And the guy in the video store- it's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us and if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us too."

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DAMMIT I STILL HAVE LIKE 15 MINUTES OF THE EPISODE LEFT FML FML FML

Stiles & Rachel oo lmao this is still an Isaac fic, but scarf boy isn't in season 1, so i gotta ship her with someone. #Riles, anyone?

but yeah here, sorry im a day late. the grammys were boring tbh, i fell asleep. im half asleep now so if this has spelling errors i literally give less than a fuck xoxo

BY THE WAY THANK YOU FOR 2K OMG i want to do a double update but it's two a.m, so uh i'm gonna post this, then pass out & try to update again when i'm fully conscious.

nighty night.