Heliophobia (Teen Wolf/Vampire Diaries) [2]

14-Ice Pick

I wake with the word on my lips.

Vampire.

I stayed up late last night, reading and re-reading the pages of the bestiary that Lydia translated. Vampires are unnaturally fast, strong, and more lethal than I could've expected.

I feel Stefan's arm around my neck, squeezing, and my breath starting to shallow as I gasp for air. I shudder and shake off the nightmare I had again last night, though I can't shake off the feeling of utter hopelessness I felt as he squeezed the life out of me. If he had moved even a fraction of an inch, my neck would've snapped. The end.

The look of utter hopelessness on Scott's face scared me almost as much.

He couldn't stop him, couldn't help, couldn't do anything but watch as Stefan almost killed me. The feeling that my brother-a powerful werewolf-couldn't help, haunts me. And Stefan even isn't the one killing people. It's his psychotic brother Damon. If we can't stop Stefan, how are we supposed to stop Damon?

I frown. I know Scott feels the same. I heard his hesitation last night when Derek was asking for help. Derek, asking us for help. Add that to the list of things that are utterly terrifying right now. If Derek was asking for Scott, then he's desperate.

And if Derek is desperate...then what are we?

I throw back the covers and force myself to get up. I get ready for school in a daze, my mind lost in its own world. I shuffle downstairs, expecting to greet Mom, but instead I greet an empty kitchen. I sigh as I pour myself a glass of water. Mom has been working overtime at the hospital, so much so that she's barely ever home. I guess it works out for us though; it's easier to hide this supernatural stuff from her when she's not here.

Scott slumps into the kitchen, his hair in a disarray.

I raise an eyebrow. "Sleep well?"

He shoots me a glare. "No." He rubs his eye and sighs. "I couldn't stop thinking about..." He hesitates to say it.

I nod. "Yeah. I know. Me too." More so than I'll admit, I think.

He grabs my cup and drains it, and I smack him in the shoulder. "Let's go." He says, not looking back as he leaves the kitchen. I follow him to the front door, grabbing my backpack on my way out.

We drive in silence until we reach the parking lot. Stiles' Jeep is nowhere to be seen, and I slump back into my seat.

"I can't stop thinking about Derek, too." Scott admits.

"Mmm, Scotty boy, I didn't know you were into that whole Alpha male dominance thing." I grin.

Scott stares daggers at me. "Not funny."

"I mean, if anything, I thought that you and Stiles would-ow!" I laugh as Scott pinches my forearm-his usual form of attack when we were kids.

He smirks and pops open his door, sliding out to the pavement. I shake my head and follow, straightening my bag on my shoulders. "Serious now, though. Where you thinking of last night?"

Scott nods. "If Derek was asking for my help-"

"Then he's super desperate, I know." I nod, gritting my teeth.

Scott shakes his head. "Yes, but that's not what I was thinking." We walk side by side through the grass up to the front of the school. "I was thinking that if Derek needed me, then he needed another werewolf." His voice lowers to a whisper at the word werewolf. 

I catch on to what he's saying. "You mean he needs another one in his pack."

Scott nods, getting a faraway look in his eyes. Then without warning, he sprints towards the doors.