Blake's outfit
Chapter Nine
🐺 Wolf's Bane 🐺
"You're going to fast!" Scott yelled and Blake just laughed and pressed harder on the gas pedal. "That's the whole point!" She said, glancing back at Kate Argent's car. Currently, Blake, Stiles and Scott were in Derek's car in the middle of a car chase with Kate.
Stiles throws nervous glances back at Kate who kept going faster whenever Blake did, "I think she's catching up!" Stiles said from the passenger seat and Blake just smirked, "Not for long." She said then pushed the gas pedal to the floor.
"Blake you're gonna kill us!" Scott yelled from the back seat and Blake chuckled, "Yeah? Who could say that died in a car chase?" She asked and Stiles looked at her with a smile, "God you're crazy." He said and she laughed.
Stiles back to see Kate no longer driving behind them, "They're gone." He said and the glances to the police scanner in his lap and raises the volume. "All units, suspect is on foot heading into the Iron Works."
"Might want to hold on to something." Blake said and then a few second later took a sharp turn into the Iron Works. Stiles climbs into the back seat while Blake skids to a stop in front of Derek. She reached over, throwing the door open for him, "Get in bitch!" She yelled and he made a beeline to the car.
Tires spin across the pavement, kicking up dust as Blake took off while bullets hit the side of the car. "What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott questioned and Derek groaned in frustration, "I had him!"
"Who? The Alpha?"
"He was right in front of me. And then the idiot police show up."
"Hey, hey, hey, they're just doing their jobs."
"Thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the state." Derek said throwing a glare back at Scott, "Can we seriously get past that? Yes, I made a dumbass mistake. I get it." Scott defeated.
"How'd you find him?" Stiles asked and Derek fell silent. "Can you try to trust us for half a second?" Scott asked and Stiles leaned forward, "Both of us." He said making Derek look back at him with a homicidal glare.
"Or how about trust your little sister." Blake said making Derek look away from Stiles and sigh, "The last I time I talked to our sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named
Harris." Derek explained. "Our Chemistry teacher?"
"Why him?"
"I don't know."
"What's the second?" Blake asked. "Some kind of symbol." Derek said and then pulls out a folded up piece of paper and opens it to show a simple photocopy. Scott and Blake takes one look and lets out a hopeless sigh,"What? You know what this is?" Derek asked.
"I've seen it. On a necklace." Scott said. Slowing the Camaro, Blake lools at a drawing of the symbol for the Beast of Gévaudan and nodded, "Allison's necklace."
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Scott and Blake follows Stiles through the double doors into school, "This is going to be impossible, you know?" Scott said as they walked through the hall. "Just ask her if you can borrow it." Stiles shrugged. "How?"
"It's easy! You just say, "Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha Werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?" Stiles said making Scott and Blake give him a look, "Stiles you're not helping." Blake said then looked at Scott, "Why don't you just try talking to her?"
"She won't talk to me! What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"
"That's why you ease-- that's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on the good side. Remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace." Stiles said and then they noticed the slight distant look on Scott's face.
"You're thinking about her in the shower aren't you?" Blake asked and he nodded, "Yeah." He said and she reached around Stiles to smack the back if Scott's head, "Don't be a pervert."
"All right. Stay focused, okay? Get the necklace. Get the Alpha. Get cured. Get Allison. In that order. Got it?"
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Stiles, Blake and Scott burst through the double doors out of one corridor and into the next. Their talk is frantic and fast, "How the hell did he find out?" Stiles asked. Apparently Jackson found out about Scott some how and had confronted him. "I have no idea."
"Did he say it out loud? The word."
"What word?"
"Werewolf. Did he say I know you're
a werewolf?" Stiles asked and Scott shook his head, "No, but he implied it pretty freaking clearly!" Scott stressed.
"Okay, maybe it's not as bad as it seems. I mean, he doesn't have any proof, right? And, if he wanted to tell someone, who's gonna believe him, anyway?" Stiles said trying to be hopeful.
"Uh, maybe the Argents." Blake said and Stiles nodded, "Okay, it's bad."
"I need a cure- right now."
"Does he know about Allison's father?"
"I don't know."
"Okay, where's Derek?"
"Hiding, like we told him to. Why?" Blake asked, "I have another idea... It's gonna take a little time and finesse, though." Stiles said making Blake raise her eyebrows at him, "Remember, you guys still have that game tonight. It's quarterfinals, and it's your first game." She said looking at Stiles who sighed and nodded.
'I know, I know... Look, do you have a plan for Allison yet?" Stiles asked looking at Scott, "She's in my next class."
"Get the necklace."
"Right. Get the necklace."
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Stiles drops his tray on a table to join Scott for lunch, a few seconds later Blake sits down in front of them. "Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles asked and Scott sighed, "Not exactly." He said making Blake raise an eyebrow. "What happened?" She asked.
"She told me not to talk to her. At all." Scott said making her sigh and shake her head.
"So she's not giving you-"
"No, she's not giving me the necklace."
"Did you find out anything else?" Stiles asked, "Just that I know nothing about
girls and they're totally psychotic." Scott said without thinking making both him and Stiles look at Blake with wide eyes. "Both of those statements are true." She said nodding.
"Okay. I came up with a Plan B in case something like this happened." Stiles said making them look over at him, "What's Plan B?" Scott asked. "Just steal the stupid thing." Stiles said making Blake roll her eyes, "Stiles, you can't just steal everything."
"Couldn't we try getting to Harris?"
"My Dad gave him a 24-hour protective detail. All we've got is the necklace. Steal it."
"Guys. He's watching us." Scott said and they follow his gaze to find Jackson through the crowd. Eating with Allison and Lydia at a table across the way. Watching their panic with obvious amusement, a slightly glare when Blake flipped him off.
"Act normal." Scott said making Blake look at him weird, "Since when are any of us normal?" She asked and he just rolled his eyes. Blake looked over at Stiles, laughing silently when he tries to act normal -which for Stiles was impossible- while Scott glances to Jackson whose stare never seems to waver.
Jackson takes a bite of an apple. The crunch of teeth into the skin soars toward across the room, the sound slamming at Scott, causing him to wince. When he looks up again, Jackson has set down the apple now gazing at Scott with interest.
"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him. Look at me." Scott said suddenly looking over at his friends while Blake was trying to take back her bag of chips that Stiles stole. "Talk to me. Pretend like nothing's happening. Say something. Talk to me."
"I-I don't know what to say. My mind's a blank." Stiles said making Blake squint at him, "I didn't even think it was possible for your mind to ever go blank." She said and Stiles raised his hands up in defense. "I can't think under this kind of pressure! And FYI, he's not sitting with them anymore."
They look over at Lydia and Allison, noticing the seat where Jackson was is now empty.
Stiles and Blake watches Scott, no idea what their friend is hearing but seeing the effect on his face, nevertheless. "Yes." Scott mumbled making Stiles and Blake glance at each other. Stiles watches Scott trying not to react while digging his fork into his food.
Suddenly Scott's tray snap in half, plate and drink tumbling over the table and to the floor around him. Everyone in the cafeteria stops to look. Including Allison. And now Scott finds Jackson--
Standing alone by one of the vending machines, he stares at Scott with a mixture of hatred and desire for power, a sinister curving at his lips that's far too evil to be called an actual smile.
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Hurtling into his room, Stiles rips his bag off his back and jumps to his computer. He types while simultaneously trying to kick his chair underneath him to grab a seat. Unlike Stiles, Blake calmly walked into the room, raising her eyebrows when she notice the her brother standing off to the side, who Stiles have yet to noticed.
"Hey, Stiles!" Stilinski called out making Stiles turn around, "Yo, D-Derek?" Stiles said when he noticed Derek standing there. Derek rolled his eyes and aggressively pointed at the door making Stiles quickly shoot up and run over to the door, awkwardly closing it behind him.
Blake raised her eyebrows as she walked up to her brother, "You know, when we said hide, we didn't mean in the Sheriff's son's bedroom." Blake whispered and Derek rolled his eyes at his sister. "Why are you here?" She asked, "Why are you?" He asked back, this time she was the one to roll her eyes.
"I'm here to discuss whatever plan Stiles has came up with." She said and he teasingly cocked an eyebrow, "Yeah, I'm sure that's why." He said making her jaw fall open before punching him making him chuckle quietly.
Once Stiles back into the room Derek grabbed him and pushed him into the door making Blake roll her eyes and fall back onto Stiles's bed.
"If you say one word." Derek started to threaten, " Oh, what? You mean, like, "Hey, Dad, Derek Hale's in my room. Bring your gun!" Stiles said sarcastically making Blake chuckle. Derek stared at him for a moment, realizing he was right, "Yeah, that's right. If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles said and Derek nodded slightly, letting him go.
He fixed Stiles flannel making Stiles smirk and do the same to Derek jacket before starting to walk away. As he walked away Derek threateningly jumped at him making Stiles flinch, "Oh, my God!"
"Scott didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked as Stiles sat back down at his desk, glancing momentarily at Blake who was laying down on his bed. "He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. When we were trapped in the school that night Scott sent a text to Allison telling her to meet him there."
"So?"
"So it wasn't Scott."
"Can you find out who sent the text?"
"No. But I know someone who can."
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School bag over his shoulder, Danny stands in Stiles's room, "You want me to do what?" He questioned, looking at Stiles like he was crazy. "Trace a text." Stiles said as if it was the most normal thing ever, which in his world it probably was. "I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do." Danny said and Stiles nodded, "And we will. After you trace the text."
"What makes you think I know how?"
"I saw your arrest report."
"I... that was... I was only thirteen. The charges were dropped. No. We're doing lab work." Danny said, sitting down next to Stiles while Blake chuckled, "Told you he wasn't going to do it." Blake said making Stile give her a slide glance and she smiled at him, still laying down, with her legs hanging off the end of the bed.
"Who is he again?" Danny asked looking over at Derek who was sitting on a chair next to the bed, reading a book. "Um, my cousin, Miguel." Stiles said slowly making Blake look over at Derek, trying not to laugh who Derek slowly looked up, giving Stiles a glare.
"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked and Blake looked over at Derek's shirt to see that where was indeed blood on it. "He gets horrible nosebleeds. Miguel, I thought I told you to just borrow one of my shirts?" Glaring with even more fury, Derek slowly puts the book down and gets up to open Stiles's closet.
"So, we both know you've got the skills to trace that text-"
"Stiles." Stiles glances back at Derek holding a shirt, "This... no fit." Derek said making Stiles slightly roll his eyes.
"Then try something else on." Stiles says. He turns back, but notices Danny gazing past him, eyes fixated on Derek's bare, muscular torso as he grabs another shirt. A smile creeps over Stiles's face. "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?"
"The shirt?"
"It's... it's not really his color..." Danny said, Blake too was cringing at the sight of her brother in a orange and blue striped shirt. Annoyed, Derek pulls off the T-shirt, exposing his perfect abs once again. As Danny's jaw drops open again, Stiles whispers, "Swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you?"
"You're a horrible person." Danny said looking back at Stiles. "I know. It keeps me awake at night." Stiles said, smiling when Blake laughed, "Anyway, about that text-"
"Stiles! None of these fit!"
"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text."
'There. The text was sent from a computer. This one." Danny said, he points to the screen as Blake, Derek and Stiles gather around. "Registered to that account name?" Derek asked and Danny nodded. "No, that can't be right." Blake mumbled looking at the name.
BEACON HILLS HOSPITAL - MELISSA MCCALL
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"Did you get the picture?" Scott asked over the phone. Stiles, Blake and Derek all sat in the jeep outside of the hospital, "Yes and it looks like the drawing." Stiles said, looking at the picture if the necklace Scott sent. "Hey, is there something on the back of it? There's gotta be something-- an inscription, an opening, something." Derek asked.
"No, no, the thing's flat. And, no, it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first line." Scott said making Stiles sigh, "Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start..."
"I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him... tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks." Stiles said before hanging up.
"You're not gonna make it." Blake said and Stiles sighed, "I know."
"And you didn't tell him about his mom, either."
"Not 'til we find out the truth."
"Oh and one more thing." Derek said before grabbing the back if Stiles's head then slamming it down into the steering wheel. "Derek!" Blake yelled, hitting the side if his head, "You do not hurt humans!" She scolded and he just rolled his eyes.
"Oh, God! What the hell was-" Stiles groaned, "You know that was for. Go. Go!" Derek demanded and Blake rolled her eyes then Stiles and her climbed out of the jeep, walking to the doors if the hospital.
"Is your brother always like this?" Stiles grumbled, running his forehead. She smiled softly at him and gently brought her hand up to his forehead. Slowly, black veins trailed from his forehead onto her hand as all his pain transferred to her. "How did you-"
"It's a Werewolf thing. And me being born from two Werewolves I got a couple Werewolf perks. I can take people's pain away, slightly heightened senses, not as heightened as a werewolf but a lot better then a human and I have a bit of the strength." She said and he looked at her impressed until his phone rang and it pulled it out to see Derek calling.
"Yeah, I said I can't find her." He said into the phone as he put it on speaker, "Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle." Derek said and Stiles walked over to Peter's room while Blake looked around. "Yeah, well, he's not here, either." Stiles said making Blake spin around.
"Wait what?" She asked, running into the empty room, she looked around for a second before realization crossed over her face, "Oh god." She mumbled then grabbed Stiles hand. "We gotta leave. Now!" She said, pulling him with her, "Why?" He asked. "Because it's him. He's the alpha." She said, pulling him out the room then freezing when she saw someone familiar standing by the room.
"You must be Stiles." Peter said smirking at Stiles, "What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." Someone said from behind them making Stiles and Blake turn to see Peter's nurse. Stiles gasped while Blake rolled her eyes, "Sweetheart, if you're gonna try to sound intimidating, find another catchphrase."
"You... and him... You're-you're the one who-- Oh, my-- and he's-- Oh, my God, we're gonna die."
Peter chuckled darkly before looking down at his nieces, "Moony, it's been a while." He said and she felt a hot rush of anger at the nickname making her glare deepen, "Don't call me that, you dont get to call me that anymore. It must suck to see the niece you failed to kill."
He went to say something but the sudden thump sound making them turn to see Derek standing over a now knocked out nurse, "That's not nice. She's my nurse." Peter said, feigning offense. "She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way." Derek said and Blake pulled Stiles behind the front desk as Derek launches himself at Peter.
His uncle, however, barely seems to move. Eyes flashing red, he grabs Derek by the jacket, slamming him into one wall, cracking the plaster, then slamming him into the opposite
side with the same result. "You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" Peter says and Blake had to stop herself from scoffing.
"My mind--my personality--was literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct." Derek launches himself back up. Peter responds by planting a foot right on Derek's torso, sending him tumbling back. Blood at his lips, Derek pulls his head up, "You want forgiveness?"
I want understanding. Do you have any idea what was happening to me in those years? Slowly healing cell by cell. Then even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha taking that from Laura- it pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that. And I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you." Peter said. Blake had to take deep breaths, trying to keep herself from crying at the thought of her once beloved uncle killing her older sister.
"You need to leave." Blake said turning to Stiles who looked at her crazy, "What about you?" He asked worriedly. "I need to help my brother." She said and went to move but Stiles grabbed her hand, stopping her.
"I'm not leaving you." He said and she smiled softly at him, "Please go." She said, "I can't let you get hurt." She said in a slight whisper and he just stared into her eyes for a moment. She could tell he was mentally fighting himself, part of him knew to just let her do what she wanted, but the other part wanted to pick her up and run off.
"Fine, I'll go. But I'm not leaving. If you're not out in ten minutes, I'm coming back." He said and she sighed but nodded. Once he ran out she ran into the direction Peter and Derek went.
A bloodied Derek tumbles into the morgue room. Peter walks in, still perfectly in control. Stepping toward a round mirror, Peter extends it out to
inspect his burns in the reflection. "I was going to wait. For dramatic flair. But..." With the tap of his finger, he sends the circular mirror spinning. When it finally revolves to a stop--the reflection has changed.
Peter is fully healed.
"When you look this good, why wait?" He said and turns to a collapsed and beaten Derek. "You have to at least give me a chance to explain. After all we're family."
Suddenly Blake shot out, stabbing Peter in the shoulder with a scalpel making him hiss and turn around after she pulled it out. She swung at him but he grabbed her wrist tightly making her wince and drop the scalpel. He smirked but she hasn't given up yet.
She brought her other arm out to punch him, letting him grab it as well before kicking her foot out, connecting it with his gut. He let her go and stumbled back a bit while she grabbed a metal cart, pushing it at him but he grabbed it and pushed it away before advancing towards her.
He grabbed her by her upperarms, stopping her from trying to punch him. "You know Blake. I was never planning on trying to kill you. No, I could never kill my favorite niece. But I can get a bit of revenge for making me turn out as bad as I did." He said then grabbed the top of her hair and slamming her head into the wall before letting her body fall to the ground.
Derek shot up, running over to check on his little sister, sighing in relief when he heard her heart beat. "Leave her. Let her precious Stiles find her." Peter said.
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Stiles anxiously sat in the jeep, watching the clock. The second it got ten minutes and there was no sign of Blake, Stiles instantly rush out of the jeep and ran into the hospital. He ran in the direction he remembered she went and found himself I'm the morgue.
Glass, and medical supplies were all over the ground and then he noticed Blake laying on the ground. "Blake!?" He yelled running over to her, he gently moved her to where her head was in his lap. That's when he noticed the small puddle of black blood where her head once was making his nerves sky rocket as he remember when Derek's blood was black.
"Blake! Blake! Oh god, please wake up. Don't be dead. Don't be dying. You can't die, not yet, not ever." He yelled, he didn't want to shake her incase she was seriously hurt and didn't want to make it worse. "Come on, I haven't even gotten to ask you out yet." He mumbled.
A few seconds later Blake groaned and brought her hand up to her head, "Blake!" Stiles yelled and Blake groaned, "Too loud." She mumbled and then started digging in her bag before pulling out a small bottle with red liquid.
Stiles helped her sit up against the wall and then she drank what ever was in the bottle before sighing softly. "What was that? Should we be worried that your blood is black?" Stiles asked and Blake chuckled softly. "Black is the natural blood color for a witch. And this was a healing potion, I made some the other day." She said and he sighed in relief.
"Are you okay?" He asked and she sighed and then shook her head, knowing she wouldn't be able to lie to him. "No. I just found out my uncle who was like my favorite person when I was little is a killer who killed my sister and then slammed my head in a wall. Honestly, I don't know how to think right now." She said and he nodded.
"That's fair. So...did you hear what I said before you woke up?" He said making her look at him confused, "No, why what did you say?" She ask and he almost sighed in relief.
"Nothing, didn't say anything." He said and she squinted at him, "You're a horrible liar. But it doesn't matter, we need to go warn Scott."