Louisa Lloyd

My side still hurts. According to Deaton, it will take a few days to heal, being a wound inflicted by an Alpha.

I want to kill Derek.

"Why can't I go?" I protest as Scott puts his coat on and sits by my side on the bed to tie his shoes.

"Because you're still weak."

I smack his arm and he flinches. "Weak my ass."

"Don't hit me." Scott raises his arms in defeat. "I'm sorry, okay? Is that better for you?"

"No." I shake my head and cross my arms in front of my chest. "I want to go."

"Just- stay here. You can always watch a movie or sleep."

"I'm tired of sleeping. I have watched the entire Hannah Montana series and I'm tired!" I raise my voice. "This is not what I want to do right now, I want to go out and have fun!"

"Lou..." Scott kneels by my bed and grabs my hands. "I saw Derek hurt you. I don't want that to happen again. So please do me a favor and stay out of trouble until you're fully recovered."

I nod, tears prickling my eyes as I rub them wig my warm hands. I don't like crying.

"It's okay. I can see how this is hard for you, but understand that we all want you to be okay."

"I get it. I just- I don't like feeling weak."

"You're not." He kisses my forehead and gets ready to leave. "You're the strongest person I've ever met."

I smile sheepishly and let his hands go. He looks back at me as he opens the door, his eyes sparkling with worry.

"I'll be fine." I assure him, and smile. "Go on, have fun. I'll just stay here, probably gonna call Fiona again."

He nods and makes me promise to call him as soon as I finish my call with Fiona.

I know he wouldn't leave if I hadn't said these words to him.

But before I can lay back down and wait for my dear friend to come back home, he enters my room with a small mug in his hands. He smiles from cheek to cheek and lands one last kiss on my forehead before handing me the warm mug.

"This may help you fall asleep."

"How thankful." I mock him and raise the mug in the air as a greeting. "You just want me to sleep while you go and make babies with Allison."

He chokes on this spit and I laugh uncontrollably. But my side starts hurting and my fun is cut short. His eyes flash yellow in rage and I shake my head.

"Stop. I know what you're thinking. It's not worth it."

"It's all his fault." He whispers under his breath but soon realized I'm waiting for him to leave. "Okay, I'll be back in a few hours, my mom too. Make sure you don't destroy the house."

I poke my tongue at him and laugh quietly, careful not to disturb the little monster on my stomach.

When I'm sure he's out of the house, I take the first sip of the tea Scott prepared for me. I have to admit being all dolled up and protected by my friends feels good. It makes me feel wanted.

I shake my head and close my eyes, letting the warmth the tea provides embrace my body. I can feel the blissful sleep right in front of my closed eyes, but an extremely loud shout and a pain in the back of my head jerk me up.

Stiles. The creature. Car shop.

I don't waste a second and run as fast as I can, ignoring the soaring pain on my side. I find them outside the car shop.

Under the flare of red and blue lights from Deputy Sheriff cars, Stiles sits in the back of an ambulance. He flexes his hand while talking to his father.

The side of my body hurts because of the run here. I saw the vision, I got out of bed and came here.

"I told you, I just walked in and saw the Jeep on top of the guy. That's all."

"What's wrong with your hand?" His dad asks.

I stand behind one of the police cars, waiting for a minute to talk to Stiles alone.

"Nothing. Can I get out of here now?"

"If there's something you don't feel like you can tell me..."

"You think I'm lying?" Stiles sounds hurt by his father's words.

"Of course not. I just worry about you. And if maybe you saw someone do this, if you're afraid they might come back to make sure you
don't say anything about it..."

Stiles looks away. I bet that's exactly what he's afraid of.

"I didn't see anything. At all. Can I go, please?"

"Yeah. But not in your Jeep. We're going to have to impound it. Sorry, kiddo. Evidence." His dad cringes at his son's expression.

Stilinski turns, heading back to the crime scene, leaving behind a very mad Stiles. And I am the one who has to endure his crisis.

"Well, make sure they wash it!" He yells back st his dad's back.

The man only waves his hands without turning around. I approach the sad boy and tap his shoulder. He hadn't noticed me so it's funny to see him squirm and shake in fear.

I laugh but flinch as Stiles' arm snakes around my waist, hitting my injury like a bullet. I hiss under my breath and put some distance between us.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry." He holds my shoulders and guides me to the car Scott is currently parking.

A very angry Scott awaits me as we enter his mom's car.

Stiles gets into the passenger side, slamming the door closed. I sit in the back seat, waiting for the fatherly speech. From behind the wheel, Scott watches me, enraged.

"What were you thinking?" He asks, his face red. "You could've gotten hurt! Screw that, you could have been killed by that thing!"

I don't answer him or even meet his gaze from the front seat. I just shrug and look out the window. Understanding I'm going to ignore his rant, he turns to Stiles and his eyes soften visibly.

"You okay?"

"You were right. It's not like you. It's eyes were almost... Reptilian. But there was something about them." He says, nodding.

Is he talking about the weird creature I saw that night? Suddenly, I am gaining interest in this conversation.

"What do you mean?" Scott asks.

"You know how when you see a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can actually see is their eyes? You feel like you know them but you can't figure out who it is."

"Are you saying you know who it is?"

"No. But I think it knew me."

"What do you mean?" It's my turn to ask.

"I don't know. It looked at me and then backed away." Stiles rubs his face tiredly. "I don't want to talk about it."

Turning his eyes to the window, he ignores us for the rest of the ride.

I sigh and lean against the wall, the cold making it easier to think. We have to find this creature. Fast.

•^•^•^•^•^•

I roll my eyes at Scott and Stiles' little stunt. They're standing face to face, with Stiles eyeing the werewolf with love-filled eyes.

"Sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. I know because I love you. I love you more than... Oh my God, you and Allison seriously have to find a better way to communicate."

This time, I laugh. They share a look before rolling their eyes at me and ignoring my laughs.

"Come on, you're the only one we can trust. Lou won't even try. Did she say she's coming to the game tonight?"

"Yes. Message complete. Now tell me about your boss."

"He thinks Allison's family has some kind of record of all the things they've hunted. Like a book."

"He probably means a Bestiary." I suggest, and Scott turns to me with a bewildered expression.

"A what?"

"A Bestiary." Stiles agrees with my suggestion.

"I think you mean bestiality."

"No. Pretty sure I don't. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures." I lower my voice so they're the only ones who can hear me.

"Why am I the only one who doesn't seem to know any of this stuff?"

"Considering my best friend is a creature of the night I kind of make it a priority." Stiles says and shoves his hand on my face. "And this girl was with me the entire time."

"Okay, if it can tell us what that thing is-"

"And who."

"We need that book."

"Good to know all that. Can I leave now?"

I've been waiting for them to 'release' me so I can meet Matt near my locker.

"Hello." He greets me with a hug as he hides his camera behind his back.

"Hey. How're you?" I ask and detangle my body from his.

"Perfect, now that a certain girl talked to me."

Feigning jealousy, I place my hands on my hips and shake my head at him.

"Who is this girl?" I smile mischievously as my voice carries an angry tone. "Are you cheating on me, young man?"

"Oh, you're in no place to talk to me like that!" He decides to enter the 'how to be crazy' talk, and mimics my position. "Where were you last night? I stayed up all night waiting for you."

I laugh as he shows me his sassy side. Shaking his finger in front of my face, he pucks his lips and squints his eyes at me. He looks like a mad man.

"That's none of your business!" I flip my hair and chuckle.

"Fine!" He picks his camera up and points it at me. "Let me gather all the proofs I can find. Smile."

I pose for the picture, raising my arms in the air and smiling excitedly. I have always loved taking pictures, but I've never had anyone take pictures of me.

"How did I look?" I try to peek and see the photo he took with his camera but he pulls away.

"Perfect." He huskily replies and looks me in the eyes without turning away.

He leans forward but I smile and hug him instead. I could see the lust in his eyes and I'm not ready for a relationship, nor do I want one right now.

As if connected by a magical string, I drift my eyes from Matt to the side, where I find Scott spying on me from behind the corner.

Dumb ass.

"We have a plan." Scott mutters from the other side of the hallway and I focus on his voice, and what he plans on doing tonight.

I'm in.

Matt pats my back as a way of catching my attention and I smile sweetly. I wasn't playing attention to a single word, deeply involved in the plan Scott has been whispering to me.

This is going to be so exciting.

"Are you coming to our game?" He asks before shouldering his bag.

"Of course." I don't tell him I'm only going because of the plan.

"See you there." He lowers his head and his lips come closer to my face.

Before I can react or pull back, he kisses my cheek sweetly and leaves me staring at his back in the middle of the corridor.

With a fuming Isaac behind me.

•^•^•^•^•^•

Melissa knocks on my door as I'm getting ready for the game. I don't want to admit that I'm trying to look good for a certain someone.

And that someone isn't Matt.

"Come in." I call as she opens the door and peeks inside.

"Oh, dear. Are you going to the game?"

"Yes." I answer. "Matt kinda invited me."

She doesn't know about our secret so I have to tell her Matt asked me to go. It's better than to say her son and his best friend want me to go to find Allison's granddad's bestiary.

"Matt?" She sounds surprised as she sits on my bed. "Who is he? And what about Isaac?"

"Oh, that." Looking down at feet feel I think of an answer. But I can't find any explanation for what he did. "It just- we weren't right for each other."

"That, dead Louisa, is the biggest lie I have ever heard." She pats my head and walks to the door, her eyes lingering on mine as she speaks her last words before closing the door. "Just- don't give up if you think he's the right guy."

I nod grumpily and lace my shoes as she shakes her head, a grim expression on her face.

"Wanna sit by my side?" Melissa offers but I have to decline.

"I agreed to sit next to Allison and her grandfather."

She nods and leaves me to my own thought before taking me to the school. Looking myself in the mirror, I think of two guys I'd like to talk to again. Isaac and Edward. At least to know how they're doing.

The last time I saw Edward, he broke my heart. And when I last saw Isaac, he looked like he wanted to break Matt's neck and throw his corpse into the sea.

I sigh. Boys.

The black sweater I'm wearing accentuates my curves as the dark blue jeans carry my phone and some money I found around my room.

Giving myself a pep talk in front of the mirror, I run my fingers through my wavy hair. My perfume's essence emanates from my body as I spray some around me. Satisfied with how I look I smile.

"You can do this. You're going because of the mission, not because Matt asked you or because you want to see Isaac. No. You forget that fool."

I close my eyes and my head falls forward as the memories roam around behind my closed eyes. The times Isaac and I laughed at nothing in particular, or when we escaped to our special spot.

All of those are gone now. And I have to stop remembering that past. It's gone, I won't get those back.

And it's fine.

I grab my phone and text Stiles. I then start walking, not waiting for Melissa or anyone else to ask if I need a ride. I have legs. I may as well start using them.

On the walk to the school, I start thinking. What if this mission goes wrong? What if someone gets hurt and Gerard catches us? I shudder at the thought.

"No one is going to find out..." I whisper to myself, keeping a steady pace.

But not a lot of time goes by before I hear boots stepping on fallen leaves. To my right. I shake my head, catching the person's smell easily.

"Always following me, right Derek?"

He gasps silently, surprised I managed to identify him so quickly. After our chilling encounter at the ice rink, I thought he wouldn't come back and talk to me. He left that pretty clear.

"Well." He coughs and runs his hands across his face. "I was checking on you."

Unconsciously, my hand flies to the slowly healing scratch his claws provoked on my side. I'm going to be late if I don't start walking now. I know his little minions are hiding behind the trees, watching us with curious eyes. One of them looks down at my hands, and I know exactly who it is. I choose to ignore them and turn my back on Derek.

"You don't have the right to do that." I whisper as I start walking. "You lost that after everything you did."

"I think you owe me some explanation!" He sounds mad, but so am I.

"Really?" I shout on top of my lungs. Good thing we're in a deserted part of the city. "If you're so interested in my side of the story, why not answer some of my questions as well? Why did you threaten me and my friend? Why did you do that to my friends? Why are you always there, stalking me everywhere I go?"

He stays silent, his eyes on the sky. I understand too well he won't answer.

"Right... I won't answer then." Shaking my head I smirk internally at the comment I'm about to make. "Don't you have a game to be in?"

Letting my eyes wander to the trees, his shiny bright eyes find mine and I frown.

"Don't mind following me."

Ignoring the soaring pain- on both my side and my heart- I run away from the scene and right into Stiles, making us both fall on the sidewalk.  

"Nice to see you." Stiles groans from under me and I manage to support my weight with my arms, still in top of him. "You're not the lightest feather in the world, you know?"

I laugh and he criticizes me for being late, as I get up and help him to his feet. Rushing me to the bleachers, I find Matt on the other side of the pitch, taking pictures. His equipment makes his already short body look even shorter. I laugh to myself and find a seat next to Allison, after waving at Matt and posing for yet another photo.

Does he have a weird obsession with taking pictures of me?

"Wow, is that guy sixteen?" I comment as I sit and I'm greeted by Allison's laugh.

"That's what we were discussing." Her grandfather says and holds his hand out. I shake it and smile sweetly. "Nice to see in a more pleasant situation, Louisa."

"Likewise." I smile and turn back to my friend. "Confident?"

"We are going to win, for sure. We have a lot of good players."

"Yeah, Jackson and Scott are a good duo and Isaac should be an option." Gerard comments and I nod.

Internally, I'm screaming st the mention of his name. Noticing my discomfort, she places her hand on top of mine and smiles.

It's time to start our mission. Allison shivers next to her granddad.

"I knew I should have brought my coat."

"Do you want me to go and get tou one? My house isn't that far from here." Praying for Gerard's intervention, I cross my fingers inside my pockets.

"You're cold? Here, take mine." He offers and I cheer internally.

"Are you sure?"

Nodding, Gerard slips his coat around her. Allison pulls it tight, then discreetly searches the pockets. Removing a set of keys, she turns them over in her hand. I can hear it.

A Beacon Hills' player crashes to the ground, immediately followed by a second player smashing onto him.

"Good God, is it always this violent?" Gerard shudders and I nod.

"Unfortunately. Someone always gets hurt in these games." I say and smirk at Allison. She nods.

She has the keys.

Noticing jackson and Scott together on the field, Gerard turns to us.

"Those are the two captains, right? Jackson and Scott?"

Allison gives a nod to her grandfather while her hand eases down and drops the keys to me and I drop the to Stiles, right underneath the bleachers.

"Go Scott!" A girly voice coming from behind us. Erica.

Allison spins back to see her cheering for Scott just two rows up. I follow her fuming eyes and shake my head. The girl looks undeniably hot, almost as if she'd dressed to be noticed. Obviously.

Talking my attention back to the game, I see Jackson run right for The Abomination, that giant boy that could kill a deer with his bare hands.

Using a sudden and almost extraordinary moment of speed, he slips around the larger player and sends the ball flying to Scott. Ball caught, Scott whips around and fires it into the opposing goal.

The Beacon Hills fans rise to their feet, cheering wildly.

Looking back, Stiles nods at me and disappears behind the bleachers. I take this as my opportunity to escape as well. Sending a soft smile at my friend and her psychotic grandfather, I descend the bleachers and run to meet Stiles.

But two things happen before I can grasp his hand.

Matt, who is warming the bench, waves at me and I loose Stiles. He doesn't even wait for me, just keeps walking away.

"Where the hell is Stilinski?" Coach calls but as he is gone, he looks around desperately. "You! Can you play lacrosse?"

Sitting next to Erica, Boyd gazes up. As heads turn to look, he stands, taking off his coat to reveal a now sensationally muscular body stretching every thread of his tight T-shirt.

"Derek won't like this." Erica whispers to him.

"Yeah... But I will." He smirks and jumps down to grab some equipment.

I'm about to just leave and never look back when I notice Erica disappeared.

"Oh crap!" I raise my arms in the air and sigh, frustrated. 

Boyd collides with the beast and smiles. The first real smile I've seen on his face for a long time.

"The bigger they are, baby! The bigger. They. Are!" Coach cheers as the rest of the crowd and Boyd's confidence takes a boost.

Scott and I share a look of apprehension as Boyd happily runs around the field. But then Boyd notices Jackson looking at him and turns back to take his position for the next play, unaware that his eyes are beginning to glow yellow.

Now there are two werewolves on the field. One with far less control over his abilities. And his anger...

"CRAP!" I shout and make a run for the school but something, or someone falls on top of me, our bodies hidden from view because of the bleachers.

Isaac. Is. Sitting. On. Me.

"Get off me!" I punch his abdomen and feel the gash at my side burn. Hissing in pain I shove him away from me and stand. "Don't touch me."

He looks at me apologetically and tries to reach for my hands. But I take a step back every time he makes a move to touch me.

"Do not touch me, Lahey."

"Lou-"

"Don't call me that." I say between breaths.

"I'm sorry." He says and looks down at his feet.

I was planning on leaving his behind as fast as I can but a question burns my tongue

"Why did you say yes?" My voice is so low that he has to lean forward to hear me.

"I-I don't know. I just wanted to be stronger."

"Oh." I chuckle humorlessly. "I see."

Shaking my head and feeling the tears behind my eyes, I turn to the side, not wanting him to see me cry. I've shed enough tears.

"I'm sorry." He whispers near me and I jump at his closeness.

Before I can utter a sound or protest against his soft hands on my waist, he hits the back of my head and holds my falling body as I fall.

•^•^•^•^•^•

Waking up in the sidewalk of your school is not the most pleasant thing in the world.

Waking up by your skinny best friend while he shakes you and slaps your face multiple times is even worse.

Both just happened to me.

"We found the name of the creature. It attacked Derek and I at the pool and everything. Wait, where were you during all of this?" Stiles asks, his hands still on my shoulders, ready to shake me again.

"Take your hands off me, Stilinski." I warn in a dangerous tone and he backs off. "I don't know. I don't remember coming here. I was going to meet you to look for the book..."

And then Isaac hit the back of my head. And left. But I couldn't have being unconscious for almost an hour.

Right? What have I been doing?

Derek huffs and shares a look with both his minions. Erica is nowhere to be seen. Better this way, I can't stand her.

"Are you sure you're not hiding something?" Derek's suggestion only angers me.

"I don't have to tell you a thing." I answer in a similar tone to his.

Isaac and Erica exchange a glance, both unsure of what I've been doing. I throw them a nasty glare and wait for my friends on the other side of the school.

I don't want to look at his face.

•^•^•^•^•^•

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