Blake's outfit
Chapter Six
🐺 Heart Monitor 🐺
"Blake! Just who I wanted to see!" Stiles said as he ran over to Blake who just walked through the school doors. He went to say something but slightly froze when he noticed what she was wearing. She raised her eyebrows at him then looked down at her clothes and sighed, "Lydia decided to really abuse the fact that I stayed over without bring an overnight bag." She said and he nodded.
"I-I think you look great, really great." He said and she looked at him concerned, "Are you okay?" She asked and he nodded and scratched the back of his head, "I'm great, really great." He said and she nodded slowly. "Anyways. Do you mind giving Scott the silent treatment with me?" He asked, putting his arm around her shoulder and making her walk forward, while she looks at him weird, "Why?"
"Because he let my dad get his by a car last night after the parent teacher conferences." Stiles said making her eyes widen, "Is your dad okay?" She asked and he nodded. "He's fine, soft tissue damage but that's besides the point. Scott still let it happen." He said and she hummed.
"Now did her purposefully let it happen? Or was he on the other side of the parking lot? Because Allison called me last night to tell me that she almost got hit by a car but Scott pushed her out of the way." She said and stopped walking making him stop, "I don't have to remind you that werewolves aren't the X-Men, they dont have telepathy or teleportation." She said but he wasn't completely paying attention, he was just looking at her in awe.
"You like the X-Men?" He asked and she just rolled her eyes and walked away, "We are totally having an X-Men marathon soon!"
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"Blake! Perfect." Scott said anxiously as he saw Blake walking to class, "What?" She asked and he gently grabbed her shoulders, pushing her along with him. "Derek told me to stay away from Allison. And to stay away from Allison, I have to stay away from Lydia. And to stay away from Lydia, I have to stay away from Jackson, all to stay away from Allison, because they're friends with her." He explained in a rush making her nod slowly.
"But I'm friends with her." She said and he sighed, "Yeah, but you're also one of the people trying to help me. So I kind of can't stay away from you. Plus, Stiles is giving me the silent treatment and you're the only person who would get him to talk to me." He said making her look at him. "Why am I the only person?" She asked and his eyes widen, realizing what he just said. "Uhh no reason. Let's go." He said and pushed her to class.
They walked into class and Stiles looked up and saw Scott and instantly looked away making Scott sighed. Scott went to sit behind Stiles while Blake went to sit next to him. "You still not talking to me?" Scott asked and Stiles just ignored him, "Can you at least tell me if your
Dad is okay? It was just a bruise, right? Soft tissue damage?" Still nothing, "You know I feel really bad about it?" Still nothing. "Okay, what if I told you that I'm trying to figure this out? And that
I went to Derek and Blake for help."
Blake watched in amusement as Stiles looked like he was mentally fighting himself before finally turning to Scott,
"If I was talking to you, I'd tell you that you're an idiot for trusting Derek. But obviously I'm not talking to you." Stiles said then turned back around in his seat while Blake silently chuckled.
Blake turned to Scott and started counting down with her fingers by five and as soon as she hit one Stiles turned back around. "What did he say?" Stiles asked making Scott smile.
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"The what of who?" Lydia asked as Allison talked about a book she was reading, "The Beast of Gévaudan." Allison said and Blake looked at her warily. "Listen. A quadruped wolf-like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La Bête killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the King Louis XXV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it."
"Boring."
"Even the Church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan."
"Still boring."
"Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid."
"Slipping-into-a-coma bored."
""While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shapeshift into a man-eating monster." Allison continued to read, ignoring all of Lydia's comments. "Any of this have anything to do with your family?" Lydia asked and Allison nodded, "This. It is believe that La Bête was finally trapped and killed by a renowned hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature." His name was Argent." Allison said making Blake suck in a deep breath.
"Your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?" Lydia asked, clearly unimpressed. "Not just a big wolf. Look at this picture. What's it look like to
y
ou?" Allison asked flips the page in the book, turning it to reveal a drawing to Lydia and Blake.
The Beast stands enshrouded in mist, a powerful monster peering out of the darkness with red eyes and sharp claws. Bodies of women and children lie at its feet, looks of pure terror frozen onto their dead faces. Lydia stares at the macabre drawing. Blake just glanced back at Allison warily at the fact she was learning about it.
Blake glanced over at Lydia to see her staring at the picture as if she was hypnotize by it. "Lydia?" The girl blinks and then looks up at Allison with her usual expression of disdain. "It looks. Like a big. Wolf. See you in History!"
She gets up, leaving Allison and Blake to watch her walk off.
"Is she okay?" Allison asked looking back at Blake, "She might still be a bit shaken up from the other night." Blake said and Allison nodded. "What does it look like to you?" Allison asked and Blake looked back at the paper and sighed. There wasn't any hiding that it looked like a werewolf and she knew that Allison knew that. "It looks kinda like a werewolf that you'd see in fiction books." Blake said making Allison nod enthusiastically.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. But Lydia's probably right, realistically it was probably just a big wolf. I mean, could you imagine Werewolves being real?" Allison asked and Blake chuckled nervously while stabbing her food with her fork, "No, I don't think I could." She said.
"Oh! I almost forgot." Blake said then started digging through her backpack. "Happy Late Birthday. You skipped before I could give this to you." Blake said, handing over a small box making Allison smile and set down the book.
She opened the box to see a silver charm bracelet with an arrowhead charm, a "L" charm and a "B" charm. She gasped with a large smile and looked up at Blake who smiled and shrugged. "When I was little I was real big on the who "best friend bracelets" thing and gave Lydia a bracelet that had my initial on it and I have one with hers. And I thought why not get you one as well. I also got Lydia and I a couple "A" charms." Blake said Allison smiled and reached over the table to hug her.
"I love it. Thank you!" She said and Blake chuckled. She was about to say something but all of the sudden Stiles ran over and grabbed Blake's arm, "Sorry, gotta steal her." He said before pulling her out of her seat and out the cafeteria.
"Where are we going?" Blake asked as they walked down the hallway, "We're getting a few things to help teach Scott." Stiles said and lead her to Coach's office making her raise her eyebrow at. "What do we need in the coaches office that's gonna help teach Scott control?" She asked and Stiles started digging around.
"This!" He said holding up a heart monitor then looked around again before grabbing Coach's phone off the desk making her raise her eyebrows. "You're gonna steal Coach's phone?" She asked and he pursed his lips, "I'm borrowing it." He said and she chuckled. "Borrowing without asking is stealing." She said as they walked out.
"Coach won't mind. Okay, he loves me." He said and she scoffed, "No he doesn't. If he could he'd drive you to the grand canyon and leave you there." She said and he stopped to think for a moment then nodded. "Yeah you're probably right."
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Stiles, Scott and Blake walk out to the field with the boy's lacrosse equipment. At the benches, Stiles pulls out a black strap with a digital display at its center.
"Put this on." He said handing to Scott who took it and looked at Stiles weird,
"Isn't that one of the heart rate monitors for the track team?" He asked and Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I borrowed it." He said making Blake scoff. "Stole it." Scott said pointly.
"Temporarily misappropriated." Stiles said defensively, "Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone while he jogs, and you're gonna wear it for the rest of the day." He said the held up Coach's phone.
"Isn't that Coach's phone?" Scott asked and Stiles nodded, "That... I stole." He said making Blake chuckle and shake her head slightly. "Why?" Scott asked.
"All right, well, your heart rate goes up when you go wolf, right? When you're playing lacrosse, when you're with Allison, whenever you get angry... Maybe learning to control it is tied to learning to control your heart rate." Stiles explains and Scott started to grow a small smile.
"Like the Incredible Hulk?"
"Kind of like the Incredible Hulk."
"I'm the Incredible Hulk."
"Shut up and put the strap on." Stiles said and Blake chuckled at the two.
A few minutes later Scott stands with his hands behind his back as Stiles duct tapes his wrists together. "This is not exactly how I planned to spend my free period." Scott said and Stiles moved to stand next to Blake a little ways away from Scott. Stiles picks up a lacrosse stick and glances down at his phone to look at the heart monitor, "Ready?"
"No."
"Remember. Don't get angry." Stiles drops a handful of lacrosse balls at his feet and picks up his lacrosse stick, "I'm starting to think this is a really bad-" Scott started to say but then a lacrosse ball soars right into Scott's leg making Blake cringe, "Ow."
With a slight smile, Stiles picks up another ball and tosses it. This one nails Scott in the shoulder. "Okay, that kind of hurt." Scott grunted, "Quiet. You should be thinking about your heart rate. About staying calm." Stiles says and holds up his phone to show Scott's rising heart rate.
"Okay, stay calm. Staying calm.
Staying totally calm-" Scott mumbles to himself then lacrosse ball whacks him in the knee making him groan, "Son of a bitch."
"I think aim is improving!" Stiles said as he twirls the lacrosse stick in his hands. "Wanna try?" Stiles asked holding the lacrosse stick to Blake who raised her eyebrows and took it, "I don't know how." She ask.
"Oh right. Just." Stiles mumbled as he showed her how to hold it. Neither of the two noticed Scott smirking at them as he heard both their heart rates spike. "Noe try it." Stiles said and Blake turned to Scott and tosses the ball that hits him straight in the gut making him groan and Stiles highfive Blake. "Okay, I can't be mad at that one. That was really good aim." Scott said and Blake laughed and handed the stick back to Stiles.
Another ball flies, whacking Scott right in the stomach. He gasps for breath, doubling over. Then another shot nails him in the thigh. "All right, hold on. Just stop." Scott says but the next ball hits him right in the neck. Scott stumbles.
With his hands taped behind him, he falls to his knees.
Stiles moves to pick up another ball with the lacrosse stick, but he pauses at the sound of gravelly rumbling coming towards him. A growl then a beeping sound catches his and Blake's attention. Stiles looks down at the heart rate to see the numbers climbing at an alarming speed.
"Scott?" They look up from his phone to see Scott kneeling on the grass. Both of his hands digging into the dirt, strands of torn duct tape around his wrists. He ripped the duct tape apart. "Stay back." Scott grunted and Blake cautiously pulls Stiles behind her just incase.
After a couple minutes, Stiles and Blake looked ran over to Scott who looks up, sweat dripping down his forehead. "You started to change?" Blake asked and Scott nodded, "From anger. But it was more than that. The angrier I got, the
stronger I felt."
"Then it is anger. Which means Derek's right?"
"I can't be around Allison."
"Why? Just because she makes you happy?"
"Because she makes me weak." Scott slumps down, sitting on the grass. Weighted down by the sacrifice he's going to have to make.
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A pile of books drops down on the teacher's desk as students hurry in for the start of class. Coach Finstock glares up at them, "Let's go! Sit, sit, sit, sit. We got a lot to cover today. Let's go! Quicker!" He said as Scott, Stiles walked into the class. They take their seats as the classroom fills up and Scott looks up to see Blake and Allison walk in making Scott look at Stiles wide eyed, "Stiles, take the seat behind me."
Stiles move to take the seat but is to late as Allison sets her stuff down on it making Stiles back away and sit down in the seat he was originally in. Blake chuckled quietly, shaking her head as she takes the seat behind Stiles.
"I haven't seen you all day." Allison whispered making Scott slightly turn his head towards her, "Uh, yeah, I've been, uh, super busy." Scott said nervously. "When are you gonna get your phone fixed? I feel like I'm totally disconnected from you."
Blake tapped Stiles on the shoulder making him turn to her, "She can be really oblivious sometimes huh?" She whispered and he let out a breath chuckle.
"I changed lab partners, by the way." Allison said making Blake whip her head to look at her with a deeply offended look. "Oh, to who?" Scott asked making Allison chuckle, "To you, dummy!"
"Me? I mean, are you sure?" Scott asked suprised, "Yeah! This way, I have an excuse to bring you home and study. You don't mind, do you?" Allison asked and Scott shook his head, "I just-- I don't want to bring your grade down."
"Uh, I mind!" Blake said making Allison look over at her like she had just been caught, "I'm your lab partner, or at least I was." Blake said and Allison smiled at her sheepishly. "Well now you can be Stiles's partner." Allison said making Blake glance at Stiles momentarily before looking back at Allison, "Yeah, cause Harris didn't hate us enough already." She scoffed.
"Let's settle down! Let's start with a quick summary of last night's reading." Coach said and a few hands went up,
"Greenberg, put your hand down. Everyone knows you did the reading. How about, uh...McCall?" He said making Scott look up at him alarmed.
"What?"
"The reading."
"Last night's reading?"
"No, the reading of the Gettysburg
Address."
"What?"
"That was sarcasm, McCall. Familiar
with the concept?" Coach asked and Scott nodded, "Very." He said glancing back at Stiles, who smiles proudly making Blake laugh. "You do the reading or not?" Coach asked and Scott slightly shook his head, "I think I forgot."
"Okay, then. Nice work. Because it's
not like you're averaging a D in this class. You do know I can't keep you on the team with a D, McCall?" He waits patiently for Scott to respond. Everyone looks at him, some laughing.
Stiles tapped Blake's arm making her look at him and he nodded to the phone under his desk that shows Scott's heart rate rising steadily.
"How about you summarize the previous night's reading? No? How about the night before? How about
you summarize anything you've ever
read? In your entire life." Flustered, Scott blinks up at him while Stiles and Blake watches the heart rate monitor on his phone continue to rise.
"No? A blog? How about, uh, how about, uh... the back of a cereal box? No? How about the adults-only warning from your favorite website you visit every night? Anything?Thank you, McCall. Thank you. Thank you, McCall! Thank you for extinguishing any last flicker of hope I have for your generation. You just blew it for everybody. Thanks. Next practice, you can start with suicide runs. Unless that's too much reading."
Stiles and Blake watch with dismay at the heart rate monitor. Until the numbers start dropping. Strangely fast. They glances over to see why, Allison had reached under Scott's desk to intertwine her fingers in his. They sit there linked while Scott's heartbeat
falls to perfect calm making Stiles and Blake glance at each other in realization.
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"It's her." Stiles said as they walked out of class, "What do you mean?" Scott asked. "It's Allison. Remember what you told me about the night of the full moon? You were thinking about her. About protecting her." Stiles said and Scott nodded, "Okay."
"So remember the first lacrosse game? You said you could hear her voice out on the field."
"Yeah. I did."
"That's what brought you back so you
could score. And then in the locker room, you didn't kill her. At least not like you were trying to kill me. She brings you back."
"But it's not always true. Because literally every time I'm kissing her or touching her-"
"That's not the same. When you're
doing that you're just another
hormonal teenager thinking about
sex." Stiles said and noticed the distanced look on Scott's face, "See, you're thinking about sex right now. Aren't you?"
Gazing off with a slight smile at his lips, Scott snaps back to attention when Blake hits the back of his head. "Yeah, sorry." He mumbled, running the back of his head.
"That's fine. Look, back in the classroom, when she was holding your hand, that was different, okay? I don't think she makes you weak- I-I think she actually gives you control. She's kind of like an anchor." Stiles explained and Scott nodded, "You mean, because I love her?"
"Exactly."
Just then Scott realized what he said making his eyes widen, "Did I just say that?" He asked, completely shocked st himself. "Yes, you just said that."
"I love her."
"That's great. Moving on-"
"No, I do. I really do. I think I'm totally in love with her." Scott said and Stiles sighed impatiently making Blake chuckle, "And that's beautiful. Before you go off and write a sonnet can we
figure this out? Because you obviously can't be around her all the time." He said and Scott nodded, looking more determined. "Okay, what do I do?"
Stiles stops, an idea coming to mind making Blake sigh, "I don't like the look on your face." She said and Stiles rolled his eyes. "You're getting an idea, aren't you?" Scott asked and Stiles nodded his head, "Yeah."
"Could this idea get me in trouble?"
"Maybe."
"Is this idea going to cause me physical pain?"
"Definitely."
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Scott and Blake follows Stiles around the school to the edge of the parking lot where several large dumpsters sit concealing a few seniors. They hang out there laughing and talking while
smoking.
"You stand here." Stiles said pulling Blake over behind the truck then went back to Scott. "Over here." He said moving Scott over a couple feet, "What are we doing?" Scott asked.
"You'll see. Stand right here. Do you have your keys?" Stiles asked and Scott nodded and pulled them out, "Hold them up. Like this. Now, whatever happens I want you to think about Allison. Find her voice like you did at the game? Got it?" Stiles said and Scott nodded, "Good. Keep holding the keys."
Stiles walks over to the Senior's truck and takes out his own car keys. Then in a quick few seconds, Stiles drags his key across the side of the Senior's truck, digging a hideous scratch into the paint. Blake gasped quietly, watching in shock as Stiles moved to stand next to her, looking at Scott.
"Hey, hey, hey, dude! What do you think you're doing to that truck, bro?" Stiles yelled making the Seniors turn around to see Scott holding his car keys up. "What the hell?!?"
Scott steps back as Stiles gives him a devilish smile. The Seniors are on him in a nanosecond. Scott puts up his arms trying to protect himself. But they literally start beating the ever-loving crap out of him. Stiles eyes his phone to note the rising heart rate while Scott crumbles to the pavement under the merciless pummeling.
"You are so evil." Blake said and Stiles laughed, "I know right?" He said looking over at her with a smile making her chuckle and shake her head.
"Stop! Stop right now! What do you
idiots think you're doing?" Mr. Harris says as he breaks up the fight. Scott
lies on the ground, blood dripping from his nose. He slowly turns to Stiles who holds his phone up. The scree shows a steady and normal heartbeat.
It worked.
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Blake, Scott and Stiles sit in the otherwise empty classroom while Mr. Harris reads the paper. Pulling a wad of tissues away from his nose, Scott turns to Harris, "Excuse me, sir? Uh, I know it's detention and all, but, uh... I'm supposed to be at work, and I don't want to get fired." He said and Harris ignores him.
Scott sits quietly with Stiles. Then turns to whisper to him, "You knew I would heal."
"Yep."
"So you did that to help me learn."
"Yep."
"But partially to punish me."
"Yep."
"For not being there the other day.
When your Dad got hurt." Stiles doesn't respond this time, just staring ahead. "You're my best friend. I don't want
you to be angry at me." Scott says and after a couple seconds Stiles sighs and turns to him. "You have something, Scott. Whether you want it or not. You can do things other people can't. That
means you don't have a choice
anymore. It means you have to do
something."
"I know. And I will."
"All right. All of you. Out of here." Harris says making Scott and Stiles instantly grab their bags and stand up, Scott instantly ran out, wanting to get to work.
"Pull me up." Blake said holding her hands out, the whole time she had been laying down on a few stools. Stiles chuckled and grabbed her hands, pulling her up making her smile at him then grab her bag. "Wanna go have an X-Men marathon?" He asked with a large smile.
"Hell yeah."
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Stiles's Jeep roars into the lot and He, Blake and Scott get out. "This is a terrible idea." Blake said and Scott sighed and nodded, "I know."
"And we're still going to do it."
"Can you think of something better?"
"Personally, I'm a big fan of ignoring a problem and hoping it goes away." Stiles said making Scott roll his eyes
"Just make sure we can get inside." Scott said and Stiles yanks out a set of bolt cutters.
A pair of headlights approach as Derek's Camaro parks in a nearby space. Derek kills the engine and steps out from behind the wheel and the three teenagers walk over to him.
"Where's my boss?" Scott demanded and Derek nodded to the back of his car, "In the back." Scott, Blake and Stiles peek inside the Camaro to see Deaton Bound, gagged and blindfolded. "He looks comfortable." Stiles muttered then he and Scott started walking to the school doors.
"Where are you going?" Derek asked and Scott and Stiles turned to him, "You said I'm linked with the Alpha. I'm going to see if you're right." Scott said the turned to Blake, "Can you make sure he doesn't do anything?" He asked and she nodded.
After they walked away Blake walked over to Derek's car, looking at Deaton. "Why do you think he's the alpha?" She asked and Derek sighed and pulled out a piece of paper handing it to her. She unfolded into see that its a report and photograph of a dead deer with a spiral carved into its side.
"You know what the spiral means. I questioned him about it and he lied." Derek said and Blake looked back at the vet and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. She opened her eyes and looked at Deaton to see a white with a blue tinted glow around him. "He's not the alpha." She said, turning back to Derek.
"How do you know?" He asked and she glanced at Deaton, "He doesn't have a black tinted aura around him, which means he's never killed before. The alpha's killed multiple people so his aura would be almost completely black." She said and he looked at her confused.
"How do you know how to do that?" He asked and she shrugged, "I found a bunch of books at home, quite a few of them are about witches and their powers so I've been practicing. Apparently I can see people's auras and be able to tell of they've killed before or not."
He was about to say something but suddenly the sound of a cat getting strangled to death cut through the school speakers. "Oh my god. How does someone even make that sound?" Blake mumbled. She moved to lean against the jeep next to her brother who sighed.
"What's wrong on with you and that kid?" He asked making her look at him confused, "What kid?" She asked and he have her a pointed look. "Scott's friend." He said making her eyes widen.
"Stiles? Nothings going on with Stiles and I. Why?" She asked in a bit of a rush making him raise his eyebrows. "You've been hanging out with him a lot. And you kinda smell like him." He said and she scoffed.
"Have you been stalking me?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're my little sister, I like to make sure you're okay. And most of the time I find you at his house." He said and she shrugged, "So what? We're friends."
"You like him."
"No." She said quickly making him raise his eyebrows in amusement, "I don't have to be a Werewolf to know you're lying." He said and she went to argue but a suddenly loud roar cut through the school making door rattle.
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"I'm going to kill the two of you myself. Are you trying to attract the entire state to this school?" Derek said as Scott and Stiles walked out of the school. "I didn't know it would be that loud." Scott said and Stiles laughed."It was loud. And it was awesome." He said making Derek glare at him unamused, "Shut up." He said and Stiles rolled his eyes. "Don't me such a sourwolf." Stiles said.
But Scott is no longer paying attention to either of them. Instead he's looking at Derek's Camaro. The door is open. Ripped bindings lying on the pavement.
"What did you do with him?" He asked making Blake and Derek look over at the car, "He didn't do anything. That doesn't make sense." Blake muttered.
All of the sudden Derek jerks forward. Blood spurts from his mouth as he rises up into the air, held aloft by something dark and large behind him. "Derek!" Blake yelled and went to run forward but Stiles grabbed her and pulled her back into the school.
Scott and Stiles yank the double doors of the school shut. Holding them closed, they look up at each other in breathless terror while Blake slowly backs up against a wall. "Not again." She whispered as her eyes turned glossy.