Tabula Rasa ~TW/TO~ Lahey

Chapter 10: What is it with Beacon Hills and caring?

"And Derek really doesn't care," Derek sighs aggravated. From the apathy I feel towards this boring conversation, I sit down on the corner of a desk and begin messing with a pencil that lays beside me. "Now, where's the vet? Is he going to help us or not?"

"That depends," another man says, appearing from a back room. "Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?"

"Kill him."

"Save him."

We all say in unison, Derek and I agreeing to kill him while Scott is opposed to the idea. "Save him," Scott repeats glaring at Derek and I both to make his point known.

I roll my eyes then look over to Derek as he gives me a look as to not argue, even though I want so badly to do just that. What is there to save? Apparently, something if Scott is hellbent on doing so. Before coming here, I agreed to cooperate in whatever we do, so I'll tag along in saving him if that's what I have to do. I won't enjoy it, though.

Following the three guys into the back office, we circle around a metal operating table as the veterinarian, Deaton, brings a tray full of jars with different types of herbs and places it down on the middle of the table. Curious as to what types of herbs he has, I reach my hand over to grab a random jar, but before my fingers can graze the glass, Derek snatch's mine away. "Watch what you touch," he snaps at me like I'm some child that needs to be watched.

"I could say the same for you," I retort while fixating a glare between his eyes and the hand that still has a hold of my wrist. He lets go quickly and I give my attention back to the man standing on the other side of the table. "So, what are you? A witch?" I ask as I lean forward onto my elbows and look up into his dark eyes.

He gives me his attention as he answers my question with absolute seriousness, "No, I'm a veterinarian."

That isn't exactly the answer I was looking for, but I stay quiet about the rest of the subject. I was hoping for him to be a witch because he could be of use for me if I needed magical assistance in the future. Mostly if Niklaus were to find me. I know of many witches because of Kol, but that was a century ago. Their probably all deceased by now.

"Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin," he continues.

"We're open to suggestions," Derek tells him, but I have a suggestion of my own. "What about an effective offense?"

"We already tried," Derek says, shooting down my idea instantly. "I nearly took its head off. And Argent emptied an entire clip into it. The thing just gets back up."

"Has it shown any weaknesses?" Deaton asks trying to help out by learning what we know.

"Well one, it can't swim."

"Does that go for Jackson as well?"

"No. He's the captain of the swim team," Scott speaks up. What the hell does this kid not do?

"Essentially, you're trying to catch two people," Deaton states. Walking over to the other side of the room, he rummages through a cabinet and brings back an odd metal coin. "A puppet. And a puppeteer. One killed the husband, but the other had to take care of the wife. Do we know why?"

"I don't think Jackson could do it," Scott answers. "His mother died pregnant, too, and she was maybe murdered. I think he couldn't let the same thing happen to someone else."

Maybe Scott's right, however, I have a different theory. "How do you know it's not part of the rules? The Kanima kills murderers. That's been the pattern. If Jackson kills the wife, then the baby dies, too."