--DISCLAIMER--
I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF
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CHAPTER 23
FINDING DEREK
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Twelve minutes.
It had been a total of twelve minutes since Crystal and Stiles found themselves entering the teenage boys Jeep with probably the most unwanted guest in the history of unwanted guests.
Peter freaking Hale.
In those twelve minutes, Crystal found herself staring aimlessly at the pitch black road in front of her because she would rather be anywhere else than inside that Jeep. The one place she used to find comfortable, mainly because every part of it smelled like Stiles, was now the most uncomfortable place she's ever had the pleasure of being in.
The bleeding had stopped. All that was left were streaks of dried blood and open wounds on her neck.
Time slowed down. She felt her whole world turn upside down as everything blurred around her, only the road ahead most visible.
All that was heard was the soft humming of the engine in the powder blue vehicle, silencing the psychotic asshole in the passenger seat; along with Stiles.
For some reason, Stiles wasn't as jittery and as nervous as he always would be. In any other situation, Stiles would either be drumming his fingers along the steering wheel or biting his lips; but not this time, his face remained stone cold, along with the rest of his body. His knuckles slightly turning white as he clutched the steering wheel with force. His jaw clenched shut as his eyes pierced through the window out in to the foggy, pitch black road. He was angry, and Crystal could tell only by looking at him.
"Don't feel bad, if she lives she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful." The annoying smug voice of Peter broke the silence that Crystal longed for again. His words stung like hell. If Lydia lived. And If Lydia lives, she will become a werewolf. Crystal decided to hold her tongue and refrain from saying anything she might just regret later on.
"Yeah, and once a month she'll go out of her freakin' mind and try to tear me a part." Stiles huffed and glanced through the rear-view mirror, studying Crystal's face. Her jaw was clenched shut, eyes glazed with sadness and anger as she stared out of the window.
"Actually, considering she's a woman... Twice a month."
Crystal snapped.
"Are you fucking kidding me? Is this just some joke to you? Oh, please, if it is then don't let me stop you from having a good time. Go on, have at it with your shitty remarks." She barked furiously at the Alpha, who just rolled his eyes in amusement.
Peter remained smirking and looking out of the window with a sickening happy-aura surrounding him. "Sweetheart, I think you've forgotten the part when I can rip your throat out at any given minute, so I suggest you keep that pretty little mouth shut."
Scoffing, Crystal shook her head in disbelief, stealing a glance at Stiles who wore a disgusted expression at Peter's earlier comment. The teenage boy then looked at Crystal and gave her a small smile, in an attempt to tell her that everything will be okay. And for some reason, with Stiles, she believed that. She believed that it will eventually be okay, as long as she has Stiles by her side. For some reason, she has a feeling that he won't be going anywhere; because she sure as hell wasn't. She returned the smile, tears springing to her eyes.
Minutes later, Crystal noticed Stiles pulling in to an almost deserted parking lot, which was too silent and eerie for her liking.
When the Jeep came to a stop, both Crystal and Stiles scrambled out, just as Peter walked over to the teenage boy and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt; dragging him towards a dark car parked a few metres away. Crystal glared at the back of his head and followed as fast as she could.
"Who's car is this?" Stiles asked once they reached the unrecognisable vehicle. Crystal winced as she touched her now scabbed over cuts on her neck. Stiles took a step towards her and placed his hand on the small of her back. The brunette felt the skin under his hand heat up at the contact, and felt her heartbeat quicken tremendously. It was amazing the affect he had on her.
"It belonged to my nurse." Replied Peter as he fished out keys from his pocket and began opening the trunk of the car.
"What happened to your--oh my god!" Both Stiles and Crystal gasped once they caught sight of the red-headed corpse of Peter's nurse, Jennifer. Her skin was almost grey and stunk like hell. One of her pale discolored arms were draped over a brown satchel, which Peter snatched away then closed the door back over.
"I got better." Was all the Alpha replied.
"This-- this is great, you put your dead nurse in the trunk of her own car, what next? You gonna hack her up with an axe and wear her face as a mask-" Crystal earned a nudge in the side from Stiles, and she immediately rolled her eyes and watched as Peter fished out a Mac computer and sat it down on the car. Crystal felt a warm hand interlace their fingers with hers and she instantly knew it was Stiles. She internally thanked him and squeezed his hand in her own way of doing so.
"Good luck getting a signal down here--oh MiFi," Stiles muttered when Peter handed him a small device, he then glanced at Peter's laptop for the first time and exhaled loudly, "and your a Mac guy, does that go for all werewolves or is that just a personal preference?"
It was Crystal's turn to nudge him in the side slightly, but Peter didn't seem the slightest bit affected by his words. "Turn it on, get connected."
"Your really killing the whole 'werewolf mystique' thing here,"
Stiles reluctantly released Crystal's hand and walked towards the laptop, glancing at the password on the small device Peter gave him and typed it in. "You know, you still need Scott's username and password and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."
Crystal knew instantly that Stiles was lying, of course he knew Scott's username and password. And not to be rude, but Scott isn't exactly the most articulate person when it comes to things like these. Hell, she wouldn't be surprised if is password was 'Allison'.
Peter was quick to answer. "You know both of them."
"No, I don't."
Sighing, Peter glared at Stiles. "Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I'd still be able to tell that your lying."
"Dude, I swear to god-"
In an instant, Crystal's face came in to contact with something hard and metal, pain erupting through her head and cheekbone. She let out a wail of pain as her cheek was pressed firmly to the hood of the car. "I can be very persuasive Stiles, don't make me persuade you."
Stiles eyes widened considerably as he stared at Crystal in horror. his heart dropped in to his stomach, he can't let her get hurt, not again.
"Okay, okay! I'll do it j-just let her go, let her go."
Peter rolled his eyes and released Crystal from his grip, and Stiles hesitantly began typing in to the computer. The brunette winced as she stood up straight, rubbing her cheek gently whilst glaring at Peter. Stiles sent a sympathetic look towards Crystal, and she nodded softly, telling him that she was okay.
"What happens after you find Derek?" Stiles questioned as he continued to type something that Crystal couldn't see. Peter just huffed.
"Don't think, Stiles. Type."
"Your going to kill people, aren't you?" Crystal sneered through gritted teeth, her eyebrows furrowing in anger. Peter glanced at her.
"Only the responsible ones,"
Crystal rubbed her eyes in frustration and ran a hand through her now messy curls. There was dried blood all down her chest and over her neck. Crimson red stained her beautiful blue dress, ruining the silky fabric. She glanced down at her hands to see them also coated in dry blood, half of it probably being Lydia's. A wave of guilt hit her in the face as she thought about her best friend. She couldn't help but think that she left her there, bleeding out on the cold, dirty and wet lacrosse field.
I am a horrible friend.
"Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott out of it." Said Stiles, his fingers shakily hovering over the keys. Crystal wanted to reach over and hold his hand, but feared she would just be in the way. So she clenched her dried, blood stained hands and left them at her side.
"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? It's because their favored prey are too large to to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott, I need both of them." Peter stated.
Crystal shook her head in disagreement, "He's not gonna help you."
The Alpha turned his head to look at her. "Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison," he then turned towards Stiles, "and you will, because it'll save Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, you even know his username and password."
Stiles flared his nostrils in frustration and sighed, typing in a few keys. Crystal walked around Peter and eyed the computer.
"His username is 'Allison'?"
Crystal sighed, "Jesus, Scott."
"His password is also 'Allison'?"
Stiles turned his head to look at the Alpha, "Still want him in your pack?"
Peter just glared as Stiles continued typing on the computer, then all of a sudden the location of Scott's phone popped up on the screen and Crystal furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
"Wait, What? That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?" Crystal racked her brain for answers, but Peter bet her too it.
"Not at it, under it. And I know exactly where that is." Peter began packing up his computer and stuffing it back in the brown bag. Just then. A loud howl echoed throughout the parking lot.
Scott.
"And I'm not the only one."
He then shoved the bag in the back of his nurses car and stared at Stiles.
"Give me your keys."
Stiles glanced at Crystal and sighed, fishing out his keys from his pocket. "Careful, she grinds in second."
Peter snatched the keys from Stiles hand them crushed him in his own. Crystal's eyes widened. "Seriously? Was there any need in that?"
Just like that, Peter headed towards the drivers seat of his nurses car, but Stiles' voice stopped him.
"So your not going to kill us?"
Crystal turned to glare at the teenager, whacking him in the arm, "Stiles!"
Peter turned on his heel, and began slowly walking towards the couple. Stiles grabbed Crystal's hand and began walking backwards. "Oh god."
"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here."
Crystal scoffed and shook her head in disbelief. "You turn in to a giant monster with red eyes and not to mention really large fangs, and your not the bad guy here?"
Peter, who saw staring at the teenagers in amusement, said, "I like the both of you, you make a good team. And since you guys helped me, I'm going to give you something in return."
Crystal narrowed her eyes and gripped Stiles hand tighter. The next words that came out of Peter's mouth caused Crystal's world to freeze, her eyes widening at the werewolf with a disgusted look.
"Do you want the bite?"
The air around Crystal seemed to have vanished as she tried catching her breath. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words escaped her lips as she tried to form a coherent sentence.
"What?" Questioned Stiles with a stunned look on his face. Crystal gripped Stiles hand tighter as she laughed sarcastically, shaking her head in disbelief.
"You've got to be kidding me." The girl muttered as she brought her free hand up and ran it through her loose curls.
"Do you want the bite?" Peter emphasised the last two words, sending chills down both teenagers spines. "If it doesn't kill you, and it could, you'll become like us."
Stiles pondered for a brief second, his next words causing Crystal to turn and look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Like you?"
He wasn't actually considering this, was he? Crystal couldn't help but think that he might actually want this. She knew somehow, that deep down in Stiles, there was a part of him that wanted to become like Scott. Let's face it, ever since Scott was bit, his life had seemingly taken a turn for the best. He had become co-captain of the lacrosse team, he's stronger, fitter, faster, more popular and not to mention he got the girl. And from what Stiles had told her, it was a massive difference from what he used to be like before Peter bit him in the woods. Stiles had explained to her that Scott was always on the sidelines, not just in lacrosse; he was never strong or popular, and he definitely never got the girl. She knew deep down that Stiles wanted to bask in the glory for fifteen minutes, she knew that Stiles wanted to be stronger, good at lacrosse and he definitely wanted the girl; Lydia.
The thought of Stiles turning in to a werewolf scared Crystal in both ways; one of them being for her selfish reasons. She knew that if Stiles turned in to a werewolf and became more popular, stronger and fitter, that Lydia would suddenly like him for all the wrong reasons. Crystal didn't want that to happen, if Lydia ever turned around to appreciate Stiles for just one second, she wanted it to be because she could see the light inside of him, the one that Crystal see's. The light in his eyes whenever he talks about something he loves, the way his eyes crinkle when he laughs at something she said, the way his nerves get the best of him and he continuously jiggles his leg and she yells at him to stop because it annoys the hell out of her. She loved these things, so much that it began to hurt her brain thinking about it.
The other reason that Crystal didn't want this for Stiles, was the solid fact that she didn't want him to be anything more than he is now. Stiles is the strongest, most amazing person she had ever met, and he didn't need glowing eyes and claws to prove that. She can't stand the thought of loosing Stiles to a curse that Scott had so easily put as 'it ruins your life', and she understood that.
But despite all of this, she knows that Stiles is very strong willed and she knew that he would make the right decision at the end of the day. She knows deep down that he will do the right thing.
"Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture?" Peter took a step towards the two teenagers, and they reacted by keeping their distance and clutching each other's hands. Crystals heart began to beat faster as she felt the anxiety seeping through her pores. Her hands began to slightly shake and she had to clench the fist of her free hand to stop it. She felt Stiles slowly running circles on the back of her hand and she took a deep breath. She knew what he was doing, he was trying to soothe her in the best way possible, but considering the circumstances, it was all he could offer. He wished that he could hold her, tell her very thing is going to be okay, but he couldn't. For some reason when she touched Stiles, she reacted in two ways. He could calm her down, or he would cause her heart to go in to cardiac arrest.
"That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. That could've easily been you, Stiles. And you, Crystal, that could have been you I bit on the lacrosse field instead of Lydia... But you were too late."
She clenched her eyes shut and hoped to god that this was all one big nightmare, a horrible, horrible nightmare that she could just wake up from. She wished that she could just wake up in her old home with her dad baking pancakes in the kitchen whilst listening to stupid Elvis Presley songs. Those memories are the ones that will live forever, the ones that she will keep locked in her heart. The fact that Peter told her she was 'too late' caused Crystal to feel even more guilty than she already was, she literally felt sick to her stomach. All she wanted to do was sprint to the hospital with Stiles and make sure Lydia was okay, and to apologise for being such a shitty friend and leaving her for dead. She hoped to god that Jackson got there on time and got her safely to the hospital.
"I'd rather eat a pile of dog shit than turn in to what you are, thank you very much." Crystal spat sarcastically, glaring at the man who ruined their lives with all of the power she had left in her. Peter just rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically.
"Too bad, personally I think you'd make an excellent werewolf. You've got the potential to be a very powerful one at that. I'd use that to your advantage."
Crystal couldn't help but think he was lying. However, Peter did have a way with words. She could tell that he could manipulate anyone in to doing anything he wanted, and that person would be Stiles. She knew that Stiles was already on the fence about this whole werewolf thing, but he wouldn't want to be anything like Peter, nobody would want that. The fact that Stiles was so soft, caring and understanding, was something that Peter will take advantage of. And that scared Crystal, but she promises to herself that no matter what, she would protect Stiles with her life.
No matter what.
Peter shifted his gaze towards Stiles. "How about you, Stiles? You'd be every bit as powerful as Scott. No more standing by his side, watching him become more stronger, quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl,"
Stiles eyes flickered towards Crystal, a worried expression on his face. She just shook her head, silently telling him to not consider this.
"Stop," she pleaded with Peter, but he ignored her, of course.
"You'd be equals. Or maybe more..." He took a step towards Stiles, taking his free arm. Crystal stepped forwards, but was yanked away from Stiles by the Alpha, a tight grip on her arm. Stiles eyes widened as he glanced between Crystal, the girl whom he had grown close to, the girl he trusts with everything, the girl who had free'd him in so many ways that he couldn't even begin to think of one of them. And Peter, the man who had ruined their lives, ruined Scott's life by shoving this curse down his throat and terrorising everything and everyone he loves.
Peter lifted Stiles arm towards his mouth, where large fangs began to poke through his lips as he awaited Stiles interjection. "Yes, or no?"
The hazel eyed boy stared at Crystal, an expression on his face in which the girl could only tell was fear. Complete and utter fear. Crystal's tears blurred her vision as she pleaded with Stiles to not do this, using only her eyes.
"Think about it Stiles, this will ruin your life!" Peter yanked on her arm, pulling her further away from Stiles to get her to shut up.
"Y-you don't need to be anything more than who you already are, Stiles. Your the most amazing person that I've ever met, and your more than enough, and you don't need super speed and reflexes to prove that. Stiles, your a hero, everyone's hero; so please, don't do this. Scott needs you, we all need you, I need you."
Peter's mouth was only a few inches away from Stiles arm.
Time slowed down.
Any second now.
With one last hopeful glance, Crystal stared at Stiles, who was already staring at her with an expression that Crystal couldn't figure out. One that left Crystal with a warm, fuzzy feeling in her chest. He was looking at her, as if he'd just realised something, something that deep down, he already knew.
In one swift moment, Stiles yanked his arm away from Peter, a glare now on his face. "I don't want to be like you."
An overwhelming joy filled the girl's heart. She knew this, she knew Stiles had it in him to say no.
Crystal pulled herself from Peter's grip, taking two steps and latching on to Stiles hand again. For some reason, she felt herself calming down and relaxing at his touch. Peter just narrowed his eyes in thought, his next words leaving Crystal with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
"You know what I heard just now? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words 'I don't want',"
The look of anger and defence on Stiles face was now replaced with a sort of sadness. Crystal just blinked and glared at Peter.
"You may believe that your telling me the truth but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye Stiles, Crystal." With that, Peter turned on his heel, got in to his nurses car and drove off.
"Are you okay?" Crystal asked, seeing the annoyed yet sad look in Stiles face. His eyes snapped to hers and he just nodded, returning the question.
No, she was not okay. None of this is okay. They're stranded in a parking lot, they where used by Peter to find Derek, Lydia is most likely dying or turning in to a werewolf and Crystal doesn't know what to do anymore. Stiles seemed to have noticed the upset look on her face as he took a step forward and slowly wrapped her in a warm hug.
The tears she had been so desperately trying to fight were now running down her cheeks and on to Stiles shirt. She shook her head.
"No,"
Her cracked voice tugged at Stiles heart strings as he tightened his grip on the five foot three girl.
"I'm sorry."
Crystal lifted her head off of Stiles chest to look at him, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she sniffled slightly. "What? You don't have to apologise for anything."
Stiles closed his eyes, shaking his head and wiping the tears from her cheeks. "You got hurt, I-I'm so sorry."
Her heart warmed at Stiles words. His eyes were frightened and sorrowful as he gazed down at her. She snaked her arms back round his neck and he didn't hesitate to wrap his back around her waist. They needed this. They needed each other. Crystal pulled back and took his face in her hands. His eyes widened considerably as she placed a kiss on his forehead, thanking him for something she hadn't decided yet. Maybe it was because she had him with her, in this moment.
"Come on, we have to see Lydia."
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After running halfway, then the other half was spent Crystal getting a piggy back ride on Stiles back because she was literally about to die of exhaustion; she knew her lack of stamina would eventually get the best of her, the pair made it to the hospital in enough time to see Stiles dad standing outside of Lydia's room, a severe pissed off look on his face.
Mr. Stilinski seemed to have noticed the pair getting off the elevator as he pointed at Stiles, storming over to him. "You know what? It's a good thing we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you!"
Stiles took a deep breath and swallowed, "I'm-- I'm sorry, I lost the keys to my Jeep I had to run all the way here-"
"Stiles! I don't care!" The Sheriff interrupted Stiles, a hard look on his face. Mr. Stilinski then took a glance at Crystal, seeing her covered in dry blood. His eyes widened.
"In God's name, what the hell happened to you!?" He took a step forward to examine the teenager but she just shook her head.
"No, no, Sheriff-- it's okay, I'm fine. It's not my blood. I-it's Lydia's." She lied.
Mr. Stilinski just sighed in relief, nodding his head.
"I-is she going to be okay? She--she has to be okay, right?" The brunette choked out, swallowing the lump in her throat as she looked at Mr. Stilinski with a hopeful expression.
He just sighed, glancing through the window at Lydia and her mom, then turning back to face the teenage girl who was gripping on to his son's hand with her life.
"They don't know. Partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood but there's something else going on with her-"
"Wh-what do you mean?" Crystal questioned, anxiety creeping up her neck as she pondered her mind for a plausible explanation.
"The doctor said its like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going in to shock. Did you guys see anything? Would you have any idea of who, or what, attacked her?" Sheriff Stilinski glanced between his son and Crystal.
"No, no I have no idea." Answered Stiles, taking the pressure off of Crystal who just shook her head, speechless.
An allergic reaction? How could Lydia be having an allergic reaction? Was Lydia allergic to the bite? Or...
Was her body rejecting the bite?
No, it can't be possible, Peter said you either turn or die. So if her body is rejecting the bite, does that mean she was dying?
"What about Scott?" Questioned the Sheriff. Stiles and Crystal snapped their heads up and looked at Mr. Stilinski weirdly.
"Wha-- what do you mean, what about him?" Crystal stuttered, her anxiety getting the best of her.
"Did he see anything?" Asked Mr. Stilinski.
"Scott's not here?" The two teenagers asked in unison, earning a funny look from the Sheriff.
"What are you guys talking about, I- I've been calling him on his cell phone, I've gotten no response." Said the Sheriff, earning a sigh from Crystal. This just got a whole lot more complicated.
"And your not gonna get one."
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For some reason, Crystal found herself standing outside of Lydia's room, staring at her through the glass. She looked so pale, so fragile. She looked... Dead. Guilt was eating away at the teenager. If she'd been thirty seconds earlier, maybe Lydia would have been okay. Maybe it would have been Crystal instead. Maybe Crystal would be the one turning in to a werewolf. She wished it was herself instead of her best friend, so much that it physically hurt her chest.
"This is all my fault." She whispered, placing her small hand on the cool
glass. Jackson, whom had been standing there the whole time, shook his head.
"No... No it's not. I-if I was with her, if I was there, she wouldn't have been out there in the first place. It's my fault." He admitted, not taking his eyes off of the redhead lying on the hospital bed.
Scoffing, the girl replied, "Well, yeah, the first part's true," she cracked a smile, seeing Jackson do the same.
"But it wasn't your fault... I- if I hadn't let her out of my sight, or maybe if I'd been there only thirty seconds earlier... M-maybe it would be me on that hospital bed, instead of Lydia." By now, tears where running down her cheeks as she tried her best not to let the sob clawing at her throat escape from her chapped lips.
Jackson sighed, wrapping an arm around the girl's shoulder and bringing her in to his chest. She didn't resist as she gripped his jacket, bringing herself closer as she let herself cry.
She won't lie, she doesn't like Jackson for many reasons, one of them being that he doesn't show this side of him; the tolerable side. The soft side. The one that Lydia fell in love with. She internally thanked him for being here, for putting up with her for five minutes.
For being a friend.
A cough sounded from behind Crystal and she turned her head around, seeing Stiles standing there with an awkward yet pissed off look on his face. Crystal shrugged out of Jackson's embrace and nodded at him, silently thanking him.
"Criss, we--uh, have to go." Stiles said, shifting on his feet uncomfortably. She nodded and walked towards him, he took her hand in his and began walking down the hall.
"Where are you going?" Crystal heard Jackson's voice call out from behind her as he followed them. Stiles grip on her hand began to tightened as he huffed out in annoyance.
"To find Scott."
"You don't have a car."
"We are well aware of that, thank you." Replied Stiles with his usual tone of sarcasm.
Jackson caught up to the two teenagers, placing a hand on Stiles shoulder. "Here, I'll drive."
Stiles yanked his hand out of Crystal's and shoved Jackson's arm away.
"Stiles, he's only trying to help." The brunette stated.
Crystal still doesn't like Jackson, but she didn't understand why Stiles was being such an ass to Jackson especially when he's offered to drive. Stiles mouth fell open agape as he scoffed, staring at Crystal.
"Wha- you like him all of a sudden? Of all people!?" Stiles flailed his arms out in frustration.
Crystal furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, wiping away at the tear stains dried on her cheeks. What the hell? Okay, trusting Jackson is a bit of a stupid idea, but liking him? She's not that stupid.
"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked in confusion.
Stiles just rolled his eyes, facing Jackson again. "Just because you feel guilty all of a sudden, doesn't make okay, alright? Half of this is still your fault."
Crystal put her cold hands on her warm head, soothing the headache that was coming in from Stiles shouting at Jackson. She doesn't like this, she doesn't like Stiles being angry, especially at her. She doesn't even know why the hell he got all snarky all of a sudden.
She placed a hand on Stiles shoulder, feeling him tense under her touch. He stared at her, a wave of guilt hitting him in the stomach from talking to her like he did a minute ago. He grabbed her hand and laced it with his, giving her a small smile.
"Look, I have a car, you don't. Do you want my help or not?" Jackson asked impatiently, glaring at Stiles.
The aforementioned boy took a glance at Crystal, before sighing and nodding. "Alright, did you bring the Porsche?"
"Yeah." Jackson took the keys from his pocket, Stiles instantly snatching them with his free hand.
"Good, I'll drive."
Just as they turned to walk out of the door, Mr. Argent appeared with a few of his bonehead guard dogs, blocking their path. The teenagers stopped in their tracks.
"Hello boys, Crystal."
The girl nodded, sighing, "Argent."
"I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is?" He asked, smirking. Oh, what she would love to do to that man and wipe that smirk clean off his face.
"Scott McCall? Haven't seen him since the dance... Criss?" Spoke Stiles.
"I-uh, haven't seen him since the last time I saw him... Which would be the dance." Crystal answered awkwardly, internally rolling her eyes at herself.
"What about you, Jackson?" Stiles asked, earning a worried glance from Jackson as he began stuttering out incoherent words.
Oh god.
"Oh for the love of God."
Second that, Stilinski.
About three seconds later, the three teenagers where being man-handled by Argent's guard dogs and thrown in to an empty room. Mr. Argent locked the door behind him.
"Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall?" He demanded. Crystal could practically see the steam coming from his ears as his hunters threw Jackson and Stiles into a hospital bed, one of the hunters holding Crystal by her arms as she tried to wiggle free.
In an instant, Mr. Argent had gripped Stiles by the shirt and forcefully threw him up against a cabinet. Crystal fought the brute of a man behind her, elbowing him in all places. "Hey! Leave him alone! Let him go!"
Mr. Argent ignored her, "Let me ask you a question, Stiles; have you ever seen a rabid dog?"
"No. I could put it on my to-do-list if you just let me go."
Mr. Argent hit Stiles shoulder slightly, "Well I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you want to know what happened?"
"Not really, no offence to your story telling skills."
Dammit Stiles, not the time for Sarcasm.
"He tried to kill me, and I was forced to put a bullet in his head," Argent jabbed his finger in to Stiles forehead, causing Crystal to try and fight against the hunter holding her. Key word: try.
"The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me. Still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"
"No, and it sound like you need to be a little bit more select-"
Stiles was cut off when Mr. Argent slammed his hands against the cabinet behind Stiles, making everyone in the room jump.
"Did Scott try to kill you on the full moon? Did you have to lock him up?"
"Yeah, yeah I did. I had to handcuff him to a radiator, why? Would you prefer I locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him!?" Stiles began to shake with anger as he spoke those last words. Crystal's eyes widened. The Argents done that? It's not a surprise that the Argents would want to kill the Hale's, but going as far as to commit arson?
They really were psycho's.
That seemed to have struck a cord as Mr. Argent began to back down away from Stiles slightly. "I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles; but we never did that."
Crystal scoffed. "Oh yeah, that's right; Derek said that you guys had a code,"
"I guess no one ever breaks it." Stiles continued.
Mr. Argent hesitated, "Never."
"What if someone does?" Asked Stiles. Hold on... What was he getting at?
"Someone like who?" Argent asked, not looking Stiles in the eye, but instead at the floor.
The next words Stiles spoke confirmed her theories about that psychotic bitch actually being a psycho.
"Your sister."
Crystal sighed, eyeing the heavy built man beside her. "You gonna let me go now, Hulk Hogan?"
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So, I'm almost done with the book, it's been amazing writing this and I can't wait to write the second book!! And I apologise for the well overdue update I've been dealing with a few things, and I procrastinate a lot so.. Thank you for reading!! Until next time...
-BuzzcutDylan