After Stiles led me to the locker room, I came to find that Scott's eyes were constantly flashing red and he couldn't control it. Whatever was happening, I had a feeling that it was because of the deadpool. Whomever created this virus is specifically targeting the supernatural, but it's affecting everyone so to the outside world it looks like an illness, throwing the suspicion off about it being aimed for the supernatural.

"Obviously, the virus is affecting you three in a way that it wouldn't affect any human being." Mr. Yukimura said to Scott, Malia, and myself.

Kira and I appeared to be perfectly fine, Stiles had told me that when a doctor tried taking a blood sample she shocked them but her eyes weren't the orange-ish color that they usually are when she's using her abilities. My eyes haven't flashed since I was in the bathroom and I saw my refection in the mirror.

"You guys have to stay out of sight. We have to quarantine you from the quarantine." Stiles explained as he glanced at me uneasily.

Kira glanced at Stiles, "Yeah, but where? What if they get violent, like on a Full Moon?"

"We shouldn't stay in here. Not in the locker room." Scott stated.

Malia shook her head from side to side, "A classroom is not going to hold us."

"What about the basement?" I suggested

Stiles sighed, "Too many ways out."

"We need something secure. Somewhere that nobody can find us." my brother added as he hunched over on the bench. It was apparent that he was trying his hardest to keep himself from transitioning.

My eyes widened, "What about the vault?"

"The Hale vault, yes." Stiles agreed as he glanced at Scott.

I remember the night that Stiles, Lydia and myself all got to see the vault for the first time. It's located right beneath the school and I'm willing to bet money that not a single person outside of this classroom knows about it. Making it the perfect hiding spot for them.

"The Hale's always have an escape route, like their house. There has to be another way in." Scott stated confidently.

Mr. Yukimura nodded, "We're going to need some blueprints."

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After Mr. Yukimura left the locker room to obtain the aforementioned blueprints, our group quickly transitioned to Coach's office. Scott's eyes were still flashing and Malia's claws were still out. My eyes were still their natural chocolate color and I was fine. I'm not quite sure why the virus isn't affecting Kira and myself quite as harshly as it's affecting Scott and Malia, but I'm sure there was a reason for it.

Moments later, Mr. Yukimura returned with the blueprints. I have no idea how he managed to swipe them from the office so quickly, but I wasn't going to question it. Stiles assisted him with rolling them out flat on Coach's desk.

"This is where the school sign is, so the vault's got to be right about here." Stiles explained as he pointed to the small graphic for the sign on the paper.

Mr. Yukimura nodded, "I suppose if there's a second entrance, it would probably be accessible from the basement."

Stiles leaned forward over the desk to get a better look at the map, "It's probably somewhere in this hallway. Or this corridor."

In a second flat Stiles then collapsed onto the desk. My heart lurched in my chest as I snatched his arm and pulled him back up. He blinked rapidly and glanced around the room, "Whoa."

Mr. Yukimura pulled the sleeve of Stiles' jacket up and revealed what appeared to be a burn on the top of Stiles' wrist, "It's happening to you, too. You're getting sick. You all are."

Kira and I glanced at each other, "I don't feel sick."

Her father nodded, "I think it's affecting you two differently, neurologically. I found Kira's test answers in a pile with the others."

I watched as he placed her answer sheet on the map, all of the bubbles for her to color in were empty and her pencil marks were in the margins. Mr. Yukimura then glanced at me, "You said that you felt like you were transitioning and when you tried to connect to Stiles, it ended up being Malia, correct?"

I nodded once.

"You can't control your Admonere abilities, which is in your mind, the core of where your abilities take place." he explained further.

Once again, my heart beat was increasing. He was right. I knew that something had been off because I usually had a better handle on my abilities than that, especially when it came to Stiles. Out of everyone, he's the easiest for me to connect to because of our bond not only mentally but emotionally. I'm slightly concerned that the virus will eventually start to affect the wolf part of me, which will only add more complication to everything.

I swallowed thickly, "What happens if it starts to affect the werewolf inside of me?"

"Let's hope to have you in the vault before that could happen," Mr. Yukimura said with a grimace.

My boyfriend sighed, "Well let's find this thing."

As we all left the classroom and made our way to the basement, my mind was reeling with possibilities as to what could happen due to this virus. Not only could it kill the supernatural but it's also affecting the non-supernatural. If this is an attempt by another assassin, whomever they may be, they're ruthless. I guess to them collateral damage doesn't mean much, due to the payout they will get from eliminating Scott, Kira, Malia, and myself. I can't remember the worth that Kira and Malia have, but I know that Scott and I together is 60 million.

I don't why this entire hit list even exists, but I can't help but feel like Peter is involved. I mean, he's the only one who's not on the list. I just have a gut wrenching feeling telling me that he's involved. Granted, my hatred for Peter may just be burning through and I want to give myself another reason to hate him, but whenever power or control is involved Peter Hale isn't too far behind. And killing all of the supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills? That definitely screams power and control too me. Plus, it's his money that happened to get stolen. How would anyone outside of the Hale family even know about the money in the first place? It just doesn't make sense.

This whole situation makes no sense.

Not that any other situation that we tend to find ourselves in makes sense, but this one takes the cake. All of these supernatural creatures have been here in Beacon Hills for how many years? Why all of a sudden does someone want them dead? What was the stressor or timeline here? I just don't get it.

As we entered the basement, making sure that nobody had seen us walking the halls, I got his with a wave of nausea. This virus is attacking my abilities and my body, a two for one deal that sucks ass. Stiles was in the front, and he was on a mission to find the way into the vault. I was beside him, due to the fact that he had my hand in an iron tight grip. He wasn't going to let me go anytime soon, that much was certain.

I watched as he found a shelf and began to slide the items on it to the left. On the wall behind the shelf, there appeared to be a small grate of some sort. It definitely looked out of place and it was obvious that it had something to do with the vault because the design didn't look natural. It was practically screaming I'M SUPERNATURAL AF.

"Hey guys..." Stiles spoke as he dropped my hand and began to push the shelf out of the way, "over here."

As soon as the wall was opened up, he snatched my hand back up. I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he wasted no time in making sure he had a hold on me again. Scott appeared beside me and he began to investigate the wall, the grate was in the center of an all too familiar design. The one that was tattooed on Derek's back.

Stiles nodded, "Look at the cracks on the walls... This is just like the entrance outside, it only opens with claws. Anyone's claws right?"

I didn't miss the glance that Stiles threw Scott's way. I glanced at my brother and he was looking over his shoulder uneasily. I'm missing something. They're keeping something from me, if they weren't then they would have included me in their shady glance, and I was so not included. Why wouldn't they tell me? I thought we were past the whole keeping secrets thing, I guess not.

"Um, Malia can you try?" Scott asked as he turned around and glanced at her.

Her eyes widened, "Why me?"

"I don't have control," Scott said as he held his hand up. His claws were gone for now, and I guess he can't get them back. It makes sense, but I could tell that he was lying due to the way he pushed his weight to his left foot, rather than remain still. He always fidgets when he's lying or uncomfortable.

Malia shrugged, "Okay. I'll do it. But first, tell me what you've been hiding from me?"

It was now my turn for my eyes to widen, so it wasn't just me that had a feeling. They've been keeping something from her, too. I have no idea what the hell it could be, but it must be serious if they won't tell Malia. I wonder if Kira knows?

"I know that you think you're trying to protect me, but I can handle it." she stated.

Scott and Stiles were looking at each other and I could tell that they were trying to come up with a lie to cover their tracks. I felt my chest heat up because they weren't just keeping something from Malia, but they were keeping something from me. Why the hell would they keep something from me?

"I know I'm on the list!" Malia said in exasperation.

Stiles sighed and nodded, "Yes.."

"So, how much?" she inquired

My boyfriend cocked his head to the side, "How much what?"

"How much am I worth?" she persisted.

Scott decided to speak up, "Four million."

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked hesitantly.

Malia nodded, "Yeah. Kasey's worth 35, Scott's worth 25 and Kira's worth six... they'll take you guys out way before me."

"Wow thanks," I muttered as she walked past me and began to open the door.

It was clear that her being on the list wasn't the lie, because I knew that she was on the list. They're keeping something else from the two of us, and it must be pretty bad if Scott and Stiles looked that panicked about it.

As Malia twisted and turned the lock the wall slid open and we were allowed access to the Hale Vault.

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My head felt like it was about to explode. When the door slid shut and we were locked inside, I began to pace. I can't sit still because if I'm not moving it feels like my skull is squishing my brain. Stiles insisted that I sit down, but it just hurt. Malia on the other hand, had no problem with sitting down and curling up next to Stiles. Her head was in his lap and he was running his fingers through her hair trying to calm her down. I should be jealous, but I'm in too much pain to care.

Instead, I'm trying to figure out what he's hiding from me. Granted, I have no room to be upset about it because I have yet to tell him about the whole Derek thing, but that's different. I have a feeling what he's keeping from me is much more important than Derek kissing me in a closet. Malia is in the dark about it too, I have a feeling that Kira knows. So, that leaves Malia and I in the same boat once again.

"You know, this is where it all started." Stiles stated, breaking the silence. He nodded his head towards a small safe beside Scott, "That's where all the money was."

"117 million in bearer bonds," he added.

Mira picked up a jar and glanced at it, "How do you even change bearer bonds into cash?"

"A bank, I guess. They just let it sit here the whole time collecting dust. You know bearer bonds are basically extinct?" Stiles asked, slightly annoyed.

Kira shrugged, "Why does it matter?"

"You know how many problems that money could solve?" he added.

"For you?"

He nodded, "For me, my dad. The Eichan House and MRI bills are crushing him."

"Mom does this thing. She writes down all the items in our budget, how much they cost, and then she adds them all up and figures how long we have until we'd lose the house..."

I felt my heart clench because I knew exactly what he was talking about. I've seen her do it and I hate that I can't help her. I want to provide for her and take away all of her worry and pain. I want to take the 35 million I'm worth and just give it to her because she deserves it. I wish I could do something to help her, but I just seem to cause more problems. My mom has to pay my Eichan House bill too, and it's not cheap.

The McCall's were all just stressed out. For some reason, we couldn't catch a break. Whether it be financially, academically, supernaturally, or even emotionally. The three of us were stretched thin, and my father... Lord knows what he's been up to. I've honestly tried to have a relationship with him, but it's hard. I don't want to get attached because he has a tendency to leave. I'm sick and tired of getting attached to people and having them leave.

I could hear the voices of the students and faculty above us, due to my enhanced hearing. I could hear our names all being spoken, because they were looking for us. It was only a matter of time before they found us and then our cover was blown. We don't have the time nor the strength to try and stay hidden for much longer.

"They're talking about us, they know we're missing." I stated, attempting to distract myself from the pain by talking.

Stiles glanced between Scott and I, "Someone is going to have to go up... I'll do it. Whatever this is, it's affecting you guys worse."

I watched as he placed his jacket on the ground and gently laid Malia on it, her eyes were closed and her jaw was clenched. The poor girl was in pain. I felt bad for her, but at the same time everyone in this room was in pain so we were all kind of in the same boat here. Scott stood up and walked over to the wall with Stiles, I felt the need to follow but instead I lingered behind. The pounding in my head became louder as I tried to listen to what they were saying, and before I knew what was happening the room was spinning and I had to sit down.

Kira rushed over to me and pushed my hair out of my face, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... just got a little dizzy, is all." I responded as she helped me back to my feet.

Stiles' eyes widened considerably, "Yeah.. I'm going now. Maybe we can figure out how to fix this."

"I'm coming with you," I stated as I stumbled over to him.

He shook his head from side to side, "No, you're not."

"Yes," I argued, "I am."

He let out a sigh and nodded, "Okay."

"I'm okay. It seems to still just be affecting me in my head for right now, so as long as I'm just having Admonere flashes, I should be okay." I responded, attempting to ease his nerves.

Scott glanced at me unsurely, "Kasey... I don't know about this."

"You guys have got to trust me," I stated.

Kira nodded, "She's right. Stiles might need her help, they tend to work better when they're together. Plus, I doubt they'll let anything happen to each other. They'll be okay."

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As soon as the door closed and Stiles and I were back in the basement, he grabbed a hold of my wrist and prevented me from walking. I stopped my advance and glanced at him, "What?"

"Do you remember what we talked about?" he asked, his tone getting slightly harsher.

I blinked and shook my head from side to side.

"Kasey, I don't know if I'm going to be able to protect you from whatever this is. You know that I can't lose you--"

"Stiles," I cut him off quickly, "we don't have much time. I'm gonna be okay, I feel a lot safer by your side than I did in the vault, alright?"

He sighed in annoyance but nodded in agreement. He began to lead us out of the basement and I attempted to think of what could possibly be happening with the whole identifying of the virus. It's gotta be something simple, but altered enough to affect the supernatural. There's got to be a cure to it, it's just a matter of figuring out exactly what it is first.

As we walked back up onto the main floor and briskly approached the classroom, Stiles' grip on my hand tightened. He pushed the testing room door open and my stomach dropped at the sight. There were about twenty clear tents sent up with cots inside of them. Students were confined inside with IV's hooked up to them. I swallowed thickly and avoided eye contact with them as Stiles pulled me towards Lydia's mom.

"Stiles, you're not looking so good, maybe you ought to lie down." she spoke in concern, her eyes taking in our disheveled appearances.

He shook his head from side to side, "I'm fine. Have you seen Mr. Yukimura?"

"Yeah, he's fine." She stated, "He's helping the other students."

Stiles nodded and began to walk away. I turned to follow but I froze when I saw Coach Finstock laying on a cot in a tent. My eyes widened as I glanced at all of the other tents, which were occupied by students. Now that I think about it, most of the adults in the room seem to be fine... apart from Coach.

"Ms. Martin, was Coach the only adult who got sick?" I asked her, when Stiles heard my voice he stopped walking and came back to my side.

She nodded, "As far as I know, yeah."

"Why was he..." my voice trailed off as I glanced around the room. Why was he the only one? That doesn't make sense... it's gotta mean something. If I've learned anything about this town and the shit that goes down, it's that nothing is a coincidence. Everything has a meaning and an explanation. Everything.

Stiles glanced at me, "What're you thinking?"

"I'm not sure... we'll be right back." I said to Lydia's mom as I spun on my heel and exited the room. I was making a beeline for Coach's office, more than likely there would be a clue in there somewhere. There has to be something to explain why he was the only adult in this entire building that got infected with the virus. And as far as I know, Coach is anything but supernatural.

Stiles was attempting to keep up with me as I pushed the door to Coach's office open. I was frantically searching the file cabinets for something that was out of place. I then moved to the desk and yanked all of the drawers open, nothing seemed odd or like it didn't belong. I plopped down in the chair and let out an aggravated sigh, "It doesn't make sense. Why is he the only one?"

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked as he stepped beside me.

I shook my head from side to side, "Why... I just... I don't get it. There's gotta be something here. We're missing something, Stiles."

"I don't know," he mumbled as he flipped through some papers on Coach's desk. He began to slow down and I noticed that he was looking at permission slips. The APPROVED stamp that was supposed to be in candy apple red, was faded on some of them, and then the ink switched to black.

I stood up and grabbed the orange coffee mug on the table, black fingerprints were lining the top. Black? My eyes widened when I remembered that we had to use the ink pads in the classroom for the test booklets. I turned around to tell Stiles about my revelation but I caught sight of Simon standing behind him and I dropped the mug to the floor.

"I was wondering how that idiot got sick." he spoke. Stiles jumped and positioned himself in front of me, wrapping an arm around me to shield me as much as he could.

Simon was twisting a silencer onto a gun and I felt my heart go into overdrive, "I'm also wondering where the rest of your friends are. Since in order to get paid by the Benefactor, I need to have proof that they're dead."

I swallowed thickly, "Visual confirmation."

"Exactly. Now, will the two of you please step forward, I would really hate to mess this all up." he directed as he pointed the gun at us. Stiles' body stiffened as he pushed me in front of him and angled his body to where he was in between Simon and I.

I'm the biggest number on that list and he's got me. If he really wanted to, he could just kill me and Stiles and take the 35 million that I'm worth and call it a day... but I have a feeling he wants the McCall twin combo with the Yukimura and Hale side dishes.

He shoved us into the locker room and Stiles maintained a grip on my waist as I walked. I felt a pain in my head and I knew that it was because of the infection. It was spreading and I was in more pain than I had been before.

"Still a bit feverish, Mr. Stilinski. But you should know something, the virus doesn't kill humans, you'll get better. But that doesn't make much of a difference unless Miss McCall tells me where everyone else is... because I doubt she'll let me put a bullet through your head." he stated as he aimed the gun at Stiles.

My heart stopped and I began to panic. I jumped in front of Stiles quickly, "Okay... hang on, just... don't kill him, okay? Kill me. I'm worth 35 million, right? That should be enough for you. Leave everyone else out of it, I'm worth enough."

Simon chuckled, "I'm after the 60 million, Miss McCall... but I guess I could get the other 25 some other time. Now, I'll give the chance to save your boyfriend, if you just tell me where everyone else is. I'm going to count to three."

"One."

Okay, think Kasey.... If he shoots me Stiles can run and evade and then get in the hallway. Once he's in the hallway he can get help and tell them that Simon just killed me in the locker room. He's not strong or fast enough to dispose of my body and clean up all the blood before someone gets here.

"Two."

Stiles can then get in the basement and help everyone else find a cure and then they will be okay because then Simon would be apprehended and that should mean that they will get better and hopefully he's the last assassin that they have to deal with, hopefully they can shut the deadpool down by then.

"Three."

I squeezed my eyes shut, praying that Stiles had been thinking along the same lines that I had been in order to save everyone else. I heard a gunshot, but instead of feeling pain, I just felt something warm and wet splash my face. My eyes flew open and I was met with the sight of Simon, with a hole in his forehead, falling to the floor. I started to spit out the blood that had managed to get into my mouth and I was shaking as Stiles snatched me up in his arms.

"Where the hell did you come from?" Stiles coughed out at my savior.

I pulled out of the embrace and saw my father standing there. Holy shit, he saved my life. He actually came through for me and saved me.

"I got a call from Melissa and I don't know what it means but she says there's an antidote, raishe mushrooms. They're in the vault." my dad said in a panic as he attempt to rely all of this information to Stiles.

My eyes widened, "What? Where?"

"It's in a jar on one of the shelves. She said to tell Scott that it's in the vault." my dad said and that was all that Stiles needed to hear before he grabbed my arm and pulled me along with him,

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I couldn't move anymore. My legs were giving up and I collapsed against the wall of the vault. Stiles was hitting the wall and yelling at Scott, but I couldn't understand him. It sounded like I was underwater. I closed my eyes due to the pain and when I opened them back up, I saw blackness.

Once again, panic settled in.

"Stiles... Stiles, I can't see." I panted as I blinked rapidly, attempting to gain my sight back.

I could feel him crouching down beside me, "What do you mean you can't see?"

"I can't see! What's happening? Oh my god! Stiles, I can't see!" I was hysterical as I attempted to stand up, but I couldn't see anything.

Why am I losing my sight? Is this a side affect from the virus? Of course, I'm locked outside of where the antidote is. If they can't find it then I'm done for, literally. I'm going to be dead and Stiles is going to have to watch me die once again.

"Scott! Scott open this damn door! Kasey's dying, man! She needs it! SCOTT!" he was screaming and I could hear him hitting the wall. I've never heard his voice break like it did when he yelled my brother's name. It sounded so gut wrenching.

My eyes didn't even want to remain open and I was shaking as I attempted to keep it together for as long as I possibly could. I believe that Scott can do this. All he needs to do is find the mushrooms and then inhale them I guess.

"Kasey, come on baby keep your eyes open. Stay with me, sweetheart, it's gonna be okay. It's gonna be okay." Stiles panted as he brushed my hair out of my face, his hands were warm and I was already burning up.

I could hear him hitting the wall again, "SCOTT! SCOTT I SWEAR TO GOD IF SHE DIES, IT'S IN A JAR! RASHIE MUSHROOMS! COME ON, MAN! SHE'S OUT HERE DYING!"

Suddenly, I heard the stone on stone grinding and I knew the wall had been opened. I took a deep breath and inhaled whatever had been inside, immediately I began to cough but the pain was starting to subside and I could see again. I continued to cough as I slowly regained control over my body, Stiles snatched me up off the ground and wrapped his arms around me as he squeezed me tight. I let out a sigh and rested my head against his shoulder.

After we held each other tight for a moment, Malia popped into my head and I rushed over to her. She was sitting on the floor, her eyes fixed on something intently. "Hey, you feeling okay?" I asked as I crouched down in front of her.

She narrowed her eyes at me, "Did you know?"

"Did I know what?" I asked in confusion.

"Scott and Stiles are lying to me. Are you lying to me?" she snapped as she stood up and shoved me out of her way, she stormed out of the vault, leaving everyone speechless.

I glanced at Scott and Stiles, the looks on their faces revealing that they were beyond guilty of something. I folded my arms over my chest and swallowed thickly, "What is she talking about?"

Kira's gaze fell to the floor and Scott took a deep breath, "We kept something from you and Malia, but we only did it to protect the two of you."

"Protect me from what?" I snapped, not liking the direction that this conversation was taking.

Stiles took a step forward and bit at his bottom lip, "Malia is Peter's daughter."

If it were possible, and honestly it wouldn't surprise me if it was, the floor fell out from underneath me. I felt like I was spinning, faster and faster and I couldn't stop. What does he mean that she's his daughter? No. There's no way... no. She can't be his daughter. He's evil and I hate him and he ruined my life and no, just no. Malia can't be his daughter.

"We just didn't want you to treat her badly because of it," Scott added after a moment of silence.

I wanted to get sick. They've kept this from the two of us, for how long? You know what, it doesn't even matter how long it's been. The fact that they thought I would be rude to Malia because of her father is just sickening. Yes, knowing that he's her father was slightly warped my opinion on her because her father ruined my life, but I still love her regardless and I wouldn't do anything to hurt her.

My gaze flickered to Stiles, "Did you plan on telling me? Or were you going to keep me in the dark about it for as long as possible? And don't you dare lie to me."

"We we're gonna wait as long as we could," he admitted.

I scoffed, "Well... I was going to wait this one out too, but hey since we're sharing Hale related secrets, I have one too. Derek kissed me."

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kasey has no chill. lol, but yay i finally got this done and it took for ever but hey, you guys like long chapters so woo. i hope you enjoyed it and from this point on, kasey's relationships with everyone in that vault are different. especially stiles. i'm excited for some drama between them because they haven't had any in awhile so yay.

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