Kelsey's POV

After I came back from the library to catch up with some work, I saw one of the classrooms was crowded at the door. Hmm, I wonder what's going on, as I got there, I saw Scott squeeze his way through so I done the same. "I don't get why no one's calling the police." Call the police? What happened. "They're gonna make an announcement over the P.A." Ms. Blake told Lydia.

I noticed Aiden by her side. Why is he always with Lydia? That really bother me, not because I'm jealous or anything, because I'm not, I hate him, he's a monster, which is exactly why I don't want him near Lydia. "That's not gonna do anything! I told you, he's gone. Like the others, taken."

Taken? Oh great, the darach took another freaking teacher. "Okay. Look, we're just trying to understand, okay? All we know is that Mr. Westover didn't show up for class." Wait, Mr. Westover as in my history teacher? Why him, Jesus he was like one of my three favorite teachers. He made me laugh and everything, and now he's probably dead.

That's just freaking great, now we're gonna have to have a sub who will grade me with C's, no. I wasn't Mr. Westover to magically come back and give my A's I so desperately need. "And the last time that happened was Mr. Harris. Anyone heard from him lately? He's gone."

Lydia walked over to the board and pointed at the number two that was written inside the Celtic symbol. "And he's going to be the second murder." Oh, Mr. Harris, I still miss him a little.

Even though he was kind of an annoying dick sometimes, his colourful words and sarcasm never failed to make me laugh, especially when it was directed at Stiles and Scott. "But, Lydia, you wrote that number."

"Okay, fine. I'm psychic."

"You're psychic?" Lydia raised her voice, causing all the heads of the students turn to her direction. "I'm something!"

I felt someone come between Scot and I, it was Ethan. "A deputy and a teacher? What's the pattern?" He asked. "We don't know." I told him.

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It was petty dark when Scott and I walked outside. Scott got a text from Allison, which he read so quickly I could get to see myself, he then called Stiles almost immediately, telling him the news. "It's philosophers as in teachers. Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover." Just Allison and Chris, not Isaac? Maybe I was wrong, maybe he's not with her.

But then again she probably didn't want to tell him she was with Isaac because he might suspected something was going on. "That makes sense. Tara, she wasn't always a cop. She used to teach middle school." Stiles said from the other side of the phone. "Then the last one's gonna be another teacher."

It better not be my art teacher Ms. Carver, because she is amazing and if she's the next sacrifice I will cry. "Yeah, but there's dozens of them, Scott, and they're all headed home." Stiles said, both Scott and I looked at a bunch of people walking into the school. "No. No, they're not. They're all going to the recital."

As Scott and I walked through the doors, I quickly noticed Ethan and Danny together talking, so I decided to listen in. "I know how to tie my own tie."

Ethan adjusted Danny's tie. "Well, you know how to do it badly. Now, it's perfect. Still nervous?"

"All good." Danny replied. Ethan turned his back and was about to walk away when he turned back around to Danny. "Okay. Listen. If anything happens, find me, okay? Find me first." Ethan said.

As much as I hate Ethan and his brother, I got to admit he and Danny are kind of cute together, and it seems like he generally cares for Danny, but I'm still keeping an eye on him. I looked over at Scott and saw he was looking at Aiden who was glaring at his brother.

I watched Morrell hand out leaflets before I saw Jake standing in the corner, looking down at his phone. I slowly walked a little closer to Jake but before I could reach him, I heard Scott speak.

"I thought you were going home." He said, I looked over to see who he was talking too. It was Lydia. "I can't. I don't know why I am the one that keeps finding the bodies, but maybe if I just stopped trying to fight it, I'd find them before it happens, maybe with enough time for someone like you to do something about it."

"You get me the time, and I'll do something about it. I swear to God, I will." Scott promised, looking down, I noticed they were holding each other's hand. Aww, I feel bad for Lydia, it must be very disturbing for her find a body without knowing why or how she if got there.

Walking over to Jake, I gently taped his shoulder, causing his head to shoot us from his phone. "Kelsey, uh...hey." He seems a little jumpy. "Are you okay? Oh god that was a stupid thing to ask...I mean, you seem okay, but I'm not you so I wouldn't know if you were, are you though?" He rambled on.

"Honestly, I don't know, I'm just trying to not think about it." I replied. Jake smiled sympathetically, gently squeezing at my shoulder. "Did the gifts in the box I put in your locker cheer you up a little?"

"Yeah, they did, thank you for that. And what you said in the letter, thank you, but Jake none of it was your fault, Isaac and I were close to falling apart anyway, so don't blame yourself." I told him.

"I'm sorry to hear that. And the letter, I just wanted to let know what was going on in my head with you and what happened. I needed for you to know, and I'm sorry if some of it upset you."

Everyone began to settle down as the recital was about to start. "It's fine, I needed to hear it, I'm just glad I can trust you." I whispered slightly as everyone went quiet. "I trust you too, and I'm always here for you, Kelsey." He replied.

We stood silent as the orchestra began to play. A phone vibrated but I didn't know where it was coming from, although I did see Aiden's head turn around, so it could've been his. Five minutes into the recital, I heard the door open. Chris Argent walked in first, who was followed by Allison.

She glanced at Scott before following her dad, whom both walked past me. Chris didn't notice me, but Allison did, she smiled. Really? Why the hell would she smile at me after everyone going on with her and Isaac? Does she not know I know her dirty little secret?

Wait, didn't Isaac tell her what happened the other night at the hospital? Ugh, I just want to rip that smile off her face. Then we'll see who's happy.

Then just as I thought, Isaac appeared shortly behind, he exchanged looks between myself and Allison as he walked closer. For a few seconds, he stopped in his tracks, probably wondering why I was standing next to Jake but he also had the look of guilt in his eyes. Almost as if he was sorry about the other night, but no words came out.

Instead he decided to walk away and sit down to watch the orchestra. I could feel my hand scrunch into a fist, my claws digging into my palm. Not saying a word to Jake, I headed to the exit but was stopped by Scott. "What was that all about? Are you and Isaac fighting?" He asked.

So he noticed Isaac and I exchange of looks. Well how hasn't he noticed that Isaac and I are ignoring each other? Or living in the same house. "Something like that, I uh, I need some fresh air." I managed to say, as I felt the tears coming on.

Quickly walking out the door, I scurried as far away from the door as in could before accidentally bumping into someting, well, someone. I looked up and saw Stiles. "Wha- Kelsey, are you crying? What's wro-" I didn't let him finish, I ran off before he could ask if I was okay. If I as he asked that question, I'd probably burst into tears right in front of him.

God, I'm so weak. I let Isaac get to me, and now I'm crying like a pathetic weak little girl. I hate this. I hate feeling so vulnerable and weak. I just hate this whole situation with Isaac. We're ignoring each other and fighting like children, when we should sort things out and be civil.

I love Isaac, and I probably always will, and I hate fighting with. But with everything that's been going on with the alphas and the darach, it's just too much on my plate. And all on top of that, it's all the hatful poisonous words he said to me, the pain he cause me.

I just, I can't cope.

As I wondered about the halls, sniffling, I started to hear voices. At first they were only faint and I couldn't make out what they were saying, but as I got closer, I came to the source of the voices in the classroom.

Not hesitating, I burst in the room to see Lydia tied up sitting on a chair, and Ms. Blake behind her, holding a knife near Lydia. Whoa...what the hell his this.

No, this can't be real? What? Okay now I'm confused...Ms. Blake, she's...she's the darach? I was only joking about her being the darach, but she actually is? Oh shit. "Great, I thought one of you would come looking for Lydia sooner or later, I wasn't expecting it to be you though." Ms. Blake said.

"You're the darach, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." Okay, she doesn't sound so sweet anymore. Damn, I was really starting to get used to her as well.

I frantically watched as Ms. Blake...the darach pulled out another knife from behind. Even though I can heal, it still hurts like a son of a bitch. I lifted my hands in the air, surrendering. "Look, I'm having a really shitty day...so if you could kindly put the knives down and walk away from Lydia, I won't hurt you."

She laughed, and it wasn't the cute funny laugh. No, it was the kind of laugh that sends shivers down your spine, and not the good kind. It felt like the room was getting cold, but maybe I'm just imagining it.

"You hurt me? Sweetheart, I'm not here to bargain with you." She laughed again, before unexpectedly throwing one of the knives at me, which stabbed me in the stomach. Ouch.

I yelped in pain as I pulled out the knife. That bitch! She just threw a fucking knife at me. Jesus, what kind of crazy person is she. "Okay, you just ruined my top, now I'm angry." I growled, I clicked my claws out, before fully transforming in my werewolf state.

Ms. Blake looked at little surprised at first, but the. She just smirked. "Oh, is that supposed to scare me. Please, you're just a lost puppy."

Lost puppy, really? "And you're a homicidal bitch." I growled before lunging myself at her. I threw a few punches and kicks at her, while at the same time, she repeatedly jabbed the knives in me.

Pulling at her hair, I tried to get her to stop, but holy mother of god was she strong. Jesus, what does she eat, spinach? After what seemed like forever, I finally got her off me. Her eyes vaguely flashed white, before she pushed me to the other end of the classroom, hitting a couple of desks as I fell down.

At the force Ms. Blake threw me at, I wasn't able to get up. "Right, now that over and done with, shall we finish where we left off?" She said, more to herself than Lydia and I. "What are you doing?" Lydia asked.

"What's necessary. I'm still surprised none of you seem to get that. You call them sacrifices, but you're not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite. A necessary evil."

"Stop." Lydia pleaded.

"Oh, I wish I could. But you don't know the alphas like I do."

"Please, stop." I yelled, but it came out in a whisper.

Ms. Blake turned around to look at me. "Oh Kelsey, do you know how pathetic you are, look at you." As much as I wanted to push myself up from the floor and rip her face off, I still couldn't move. Which is when I noticed I had a few huge gashes, knowing they'd take a little longer than to heal.

Jennifer turned her attention back onto Lydia. God I hope she doesn't kill Lydia because I won't be able to handle another one of my closest friends being murdered. "But you, Lydia, you're not a sacrifice. You're just a girl who knows too much. Actually, a girl who knew too much." Jennifer said as she began to tighten a wore or string of some sort around Lydia's neck.

Lydia started to struggle, desperately trying to save herself. "Lydia, don't!" Blake shouted before Lydia opened up her moth and let out an ear deafening scream, which seemed to echo. I desperately covered ears so my ear drums wouldn't burst. Jesus, what the in hell was that?

Jennifer started to walk forwards, standing in front of Lydia. "Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you? The wailing woman. A banshee, right before my eyes. You're just like me, Lydia. Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under it. It's too bad, though... And too late."

"No, please..." Lydia cried as Jennifer strapped Lydia up with duct take. I could see she was pulling out a knife again. I had to get up. I can't let Lydia die. But how? I can't even move. "One last philosopher." She said, bring the knife closer to Lydia's neck. Oh god, no.

"Get up Kelsey, you have to get up. Believe in yourself." A voice said out of no where. At first I didn't know who it was, but then I realized. Erica.

Okay, I can do this. If that was really Erica and she believes in me, then I have to believe in myself. I put all of my energy in my arms, pushing myself up. But my legs were weak. Then out of nowhere, Sheriff Stilinski appeared. "Drop it!" He shouted, aiming the gun at her.

I could see she was slyly lifting up her knife, and before I could stop her, she chucked the knife at Stiles's dad in the chest. I was about to call a bitch again but Scott interrupted me with his loud roar.

Scott ran up to Ms. Blake throwing punches, but she dodged them before pushing Scott across the room, just like she had done to me. I didn't get a chance to move out the way as Scott landed on me.

After I felt his hard, and not to mention extremely heavy body hit mine, my eyelids started to get heavy and began to close. The next thing I knew, I was engulfed by the darkness.

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Chapter 20 ayyyy. Yeah, I wanted to update this chapter ASAP as I wanted to move on with writing the next episode. I apologize if there is any spelling and grammar mistakes in this chapter, I was rally tired writing this...and I still am.

Okay, so Kelsey and Isaac made eye contact...barely. What do you think will happen between them next? Will they ever make up? Or will Allison and Jake get in the way.

AHHHHH....Jennifer Blake is the Darach, and Lydia Martin is a Banshee.........who knew? Hahah ;P

Guys, am I the only one that ships Scott and Lydia together? You can't tell me they won't be cute together.

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