Chapter Six
My head lays against the windowpane of the school bus. It was nice and cold. It was going to get even colder when it starts raining, which could be any second now with the thunder.
I was going on a field trip with the entire cross country team. Scott, Stiles, Isaac, and Boyd were on here with me but I distanced myself from them ever since the event that happened a few days ago.
Personally, this is the first time that I've ever experienced a death. It was rather haunting. It's been playing in the back of my mind every minute of the day, and I'm sure I'm not the only one experiencing this as well.
"Derek!" My own scream filled my ears and I winced at the memory. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is Derek being thrown off a section in an abandoned mall, falling towards his death.
I can't believe he's dead.
I mean, I know I only knew him for about a week, I disliked him after he accused me of killing anyone, but I still hated people dying. Even if they were huge assholes, they don't deserve to die.
My hand moved up to the necklace my Mum had given me when I was younger.
"Happy Birthday, my sweet Addison," It was my birthday. I was turning 10, the big double digits. My first-decade living and breathing. My younger-self looked at the blue box eagerly.
"What is that?" I went to reach for it but Mum had moved it away from my reach, smirking at my eagerness.
"Now, now, Addison, be patient," she told me as we sit in our lounge. My younger-self sighed and gently put my hand down to my side. "Good girl," she hands me the box and my face lit up.
My tiny hands opened the box, inside it was a small necklace. It was a heart, but a yin and yang kind of necklace. "What is this?" My brown eyes met my mother's blue eyes.
"This is a necklace that was given me 15 years ago," my mother begins. "Someone very special gave it to me. He gave it to me on my birthday. Promise me you'll take care of it?"
My little face beamed. "I promise, Mummy! I'll never take it off."
And I haven't. I've never taken this necklace off. I never really understood why it meant so much to her, but it did.
My eyes wander over to Scott, who still seemed to be in pain. We made eye contact briefly before I peeled away and looked out the window.
Sometimes, I still wished he never came to my apartment that day.
"Oh, sorry," I had apologised when I bumped into Scott as I made my way towards the elevator as he did. I frowned. "Why are you here?"
"To see Allison," he explained briefly. "Where are you going?"
"Oh, to get some more eggs," I tell him. "Uncle Chris dropped them when you approached us at that time in the supermarket car park. There's a shop just down the road from here."
Scott nods and pressed the elevator door, it opened in a matter of seconds. When we entered, a man with sunglasses and a stick was in here.
Scott's eyes widen, like he recognised him. "Going down?" The man asks. Scott whips out his claws and my eyes widen. "Come on, Scott put those away. I'd have to be blind, deaf, and quadriplegic for you to be an actual threat. Or maybe you should take a chance. Your heartbeat's steady. You might be afaird of me, but you're controlling it."
His eyes dart over to me. "She's definitely afraid of me." Damn, he can hear my heartbeat rising. "It's not every day you see an Argent be afaird of a werewolf." He turned to Scott. "Maybe you'd actually rise to the occasion, become an Alpha by killing one."
"I'm not like you," Scott lowly said, making sure he was in front of me. He shakes his head. "I don't have to kill people."
"Hm. Not yet." The man said. "But situations come about, situations where you realise the only way to protect one person is to kill another."
"You wanna threaten me?" Scott challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Is that why you're here?"
"No, I live here," the man simply states.
"What?" Scott seemed dumbfounded.
"I live here," the man repeats. "It's a great building, isn't it, Addison?" It gave me chills that he knew my name. "And the neighbours are surprisingly friendly,"
"What do you want?" Scott questions him.
The man lowered his voice. "I want to see what you're made of," the man steps closer to Scott, I felt uncomfortable.
Thankfully, the elevator door dings. Scott grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the elevator. After that, Scott explained. He told me that that was Deucalion, the Alpha of the Alpha pack. The twins Alpha.
And they live right above us. It sends chills down my spine knowing that a pack of Alphas were right above us.
So, now I'm here, with Scott entering Derek's loft. "We know where they are," Scott begins. A man, Cora, Boyd, and Derek were surrounded by a table.
They all looked over at us. "Same building as the Argents, we know." Derek had looked up from the plans. His eyes land on me. "What is she doing here?"
"She's with me," Scott speaks rather protectively as we stepped further into the loth.
"Who is she?" The older man next to Derek, his eyes scanning me. I felt rather uncomfortable under his gaze.
"Addison," Scott and Derek reply.
The man smirked a little, looking between me and Derek. He shakes his head softly. "I'm Peter," Peter tells me. "She's an Argent, isn't she?"
"Yes," Derek muttered, locking eyes with me momentarily.
"And she hasn't killed a single werewolf," Scott added in. "Just thought you should know she's different from the Argents, she was not with them,"
"Yet," Peter drawled out. "She hasn't killed a werewolf yet."
I was ready to go off, but Boyd cuts me off. "Cora and I followed the twins,"
"Then they want you to know," Scott realised.
"Or, more likely, they don't care," Peter tells us as we approached the table.
"What is this?" Scott asks, looking down at some blueprints.
"Isn't it obvious?" Peter questions. "The schemer are scheming. Coming up with a coup de main, better known as a pre-emptive strike."
"You're going after them?" Scott asks him in disbelief.
"Tomorrow," Derek states, looking at Scott. "And you're going to help us."
"And Addison," Cora adds in then, looking over at me. I stare at her in disbelief. "What, you're an Argent, right? You know how to hunt a werewolf."
"Absolutely not," Derek and I both interject.
"I- I haven't even picked up a gun until a few days ago," I tell her, my eyes widening. "I've been living in an apartment in Paris for my entire life. What makes you think I know how to hunt?"
Cora shrugged. "I'm sure you'll pick it up. Ask your Uncle for a quick training session between now and tomorrow."
I shake my head. "We're not even supposed to be involved with this, Uncle Chris will kill me right now if he knew I was here."
"Okay," Cora pressed her lips together and her eyes land on Derek. "Derek, you teach her."
Derek scrunched up his nose. "What? I'm not teaching her."
"Derek, you said it yourself," Cora begins. "We need all the help we can get to kill them. She's an Argent. Once you teach her a few moves, she'll pick it up in no time, and show her how to use a dagger."
Derek clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times. "Fine." He spat. "After this meeting, I'll train her." He locked eyes with me. "But only this once, Argent. Only this once."
"Two of you, back in your seats," Coach had whistled to a few students that had gotten out of their seats. "Jared, again, car sick? Every time, how do you even get on the bus? Look at me," Jared made a groaning sound, he didn't look so well. "No, don't look at me, look at the horizon. Keep your eyes on the horizon." Jared nodded, a looked out the window.
He was only a few seats up from me.
"McCall, not you too?" I looked over and noticed that Scott was leaning his head against the window and he sits up.
"No, Coach, I'm good," Scott tells him, even though I know for a fact that was a lie.
I turned back around and looked a few seats across from me. Boyd and Isaac were sitting there. I can't even imagine what they're must be feeling like. Their own Alpha died.
I closed my eyes briefly.
"They're one floor above them in the penthouse, right above Allison and Addison." Derek begins to explain as we stand around the table.
"So kill them first, that's the plan?" Scott asked.
"They won't even see it coming," Boyd tells Scott who stands next to him.
"Why is the default plan always murder?" Scott softly asks. I winced at that. Always murder? How many murders have the witness and or committed? "Just once, can someone try to come up with that doesn't involve killing everyone?"
I raised a hand. "I second that."
"You never get tired of being so blandly moral, do you?" Peter looks at Scott. "Not that I disagree with him."
"I do." Cora buts in. "Why do we need this kid?" Cora looked at Scott up and down. "I mean, I get why we need the Argent, but why him?"
"This kid helped save your life," Derek reminded her.
"And I did too!" I jumped in, smiling proudly of myself. I shrink back under all the werewolves glare. "Not that anyone asked..."
"And you know we can't just sit back and wait for them to make the first move," Derek continued.
"You can't beat a pack of Alphas," Scott tells them.
"That's why we're going after Deucalion," Cora looked at Scott. "Just him."
"Cut off the head of the snake." Boyd begins. "And the body dies."
"Only this isn't a snake, its a hydra." Peter pointed out. "And like Scott says, they're all Alphas."
"Deucalion's still the leader." Derek adds, looking at Peter, with his arms crossed.
"Let's hope so," Peter looked back at Derek. "Because you know what happened when Hercules cut off one of the heads of the hydra?"
"Two more grew back in its place," Scott answers.
Peter smirked at Scott, impressed. "Someone's been doing their summer reading."
That's when the bus came to halt due to the traffic. I sighed heavily. This traffic is insane. My eyes land on Boyd for some reason, he had his gaze set on Ethan who was sitting next to Danny, his eyes glowing.
My eyes widen. Oh no, this can't be good. My eyes dart over to Scott, who was already halfway out his seat. My eyes wander over to Boyd, I noticed his claws had appeared.
"How am I suppose to beat someone with claws?" It was only Derek and I now. The others had left, and Derek held his word. "And fangs? And unbelievable strength?"
"You're an Argent."
I groan. "Why does everyone keep saying that?! I'm hardly an Argent. I haven't trained, at all."
"Stop groaning and throw a punch at me," Derek request as he was standing in front of me.
"You do realise that training me, for like, an hour won't do shit for tomorrow, right?" I tell him, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, it'll do something," Derek snaps. "Throw a punch at me!"
"Okay!" I exclaimed back, throwing a fist in the air towards Derek's face but Derek easily blocked me. I huffed. "No fair, you knew that was coming."
"Exactly," Derek tells me. "You fight when you least expect to," he walked over to the table and brings out a dagger he had gotten previously. "Do you know how to use a dagger?" I was about to answer but he cuts me off. "Don't answer that question I already know it."
I huffed and crossed my arms. "You're not being very helpful you know."
"Stop groaning and let me teach you."
With that, we spent probably until 1.00 am teaching me how to fight. I didn't get it at first, but as Derek threw more punches towards me, more kicks, after half an hour I finally blocked my first one.
I was super excited.
Derek told me to calm down, as it was nothing to get excited about, which caused us to have an argument over it.
Peter told us to shut up.
And we got back to work.
Derek taught me different moves, how to defend myself, how to use a dagger. I learnt how to twirl a dagger around my fingers, which was pretty awesome to me.
I saw the attack coming. I fought him off, blocking his punches. I kicked Derek's knee making him collapse onto one knee, I moved him into a simple headlock. Derek easily got out of the headlock and turned around, grabbing my arm, pulling it back and pushing me forward, while holding onto my arm.
I breathe heavily, my eyes widening. "Okay, you can let go now," I quickly said. Derek lets me go roughly and I pulled my arm towards my chest.
"You're good, Argent," Derek speaks. "It's in your blood, I guess. You picked it up pretty quickly."
"Will I be able to survive tomorrow?" I asked.
Derek scoffed. "You're not going. End of discussion."
"Then what the hell was all that for?!" I exclaimed, throwing my arms around. He didn't answer me. I stepped closer to him. "Why can't I come?"
His eyes flicker down to my neck briefly. "Where'd you get that necklace?"
"What?" I asked, taken back at what he just said. Is he seriously asking about my necklace at a time like this?
"That necklace," his eyes flicker with recognition.
I held onto my necklace. "My mother gave it to me as a birthday present."
"Your mother?" his eyes met mine. "Who's your father?"
I answer after a second and tore away our gaze. "I don't know." Finally, after some silences, I checked the time. "Oh, shit, it's 1.15 AM! Uncle Chris is gonna kill me! I have to get going."
I turned on my heel, reading to leave but Derek cuts me off. "Let me take you." He quickly said.
I turned around to look at him. "Why? I'll be fine, its only a 20 minutes walk."
He gave me a look. "I'm not letting you out on the streets by yourself at 1.00 the morning. I'm taking you." And for some reason, that made my heart warm on the inside.
A ring tone took me out of my thoughts and I looked ahead. Danny was checking his phone. He looked past me and I followed where his gaze was, Stiles was on his phone. Stiles was smirking as he typed on his phone.
I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
They're so stupid whatever they're doing.
I texted Stiles.
Me
What on earth on you doing?
I waited for a minute and my phone buzzed.
Stiles
Ennis isn't dead. He is sick.
I clenched my jaw. Ennis is the man that killed Derek. He was the one that pushed Derek to his death.
Me
Great
Stiles
P.S Scott still isn't healing
Stiles
The blood is turning like a black colour!
I sighed, about to reply but Coach cuts me off. "Jared, I'm warning you." I looked up and noticed that he was by Jared, again. "I'm an empathic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting."
"Please don't talk about throwing up," Jared didn't sound too good. Jared shakes his head. "It's not good."
"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared." Coach continued.
"Its not good," Jared groaned. "Its not good."
"Now, the rest of you," Coach continued to us. "Don't think we're gonna miss the meeting because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning," he looked down at Jared. "Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing's gonna stop us! Stilinski, put your hand down."
I looked behind me, Stiles had his hand up. "You know, there's, like, a food exit about half a mile up. I don't know if we stop and then maybe-"
"We're not stopping," Coach cuts off Stiles' suggestion.
"Okay, but if we stop-"
"Stilinski!" He blows the whistle. "Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"
Stiles
I talked to Allison and Lydia and we need to stop at the bathroom thats a mile up
Me
Allison and Lydia? They're in Beacon Hills
Stiles
Nope, they're been behind us for hours. Pathetic, I know.
Stiles had walked up to Coach, trying to reason with him. "Coach, its five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this bus for, like, three hours." Coach blew the whistle. "It's 60 miles to the next rest stop." Another whistle. "Being cooped up for hours is not good." Another whistle.
"You know, our bladders aren't exactly..." Another whistle. "Coach, this is..." Another whistle. "Can you..." After many attempts he got nothing.
"Get back to your seat, Stilinski!" Coach yelled.
"Okay!" Stiles explodes, you can see the anger in his face.
"And Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon," Coach spat. I smirked, this gave me an idea.
Me
Make Jared throw up
Stiles looked up from my text and smiled. He then quickly walked to Jared's seat and smiled widely at him.