"Derek! How could you do that to him!" I yelled as I walked into Derek's loft, not caring whereabouts he was, just as long as he heard me. I found him sat in a chair, reading a book with Cora right beside him. "You threw a glass at him! In case you didn't know, his father did that to him the night he died. You know, the guy who abused him!"

"Kayden, calm down," Derek started, standing up to get closer to me. "You only shift when you get really angry and you don't know how to fully control it yet, you might go awol on us."

"You really think this is funny?" I pointed my finger at him and jabbed him in the chest with it.

"Why do you care so much, anyway?" Cora jeered from where she was sat. I snapped my head in her direction and sent a glare her way. If only looks could kill.

"I care so much because he's my boyfriend," I countered, walking closer to her. Derek stepped in front of me, which was probably a good idea. It's all her fault Isaac got kicked out of Derek's place. It's all her fault that Isaac had to feel like no one cares about him, even his own Alpha.

"Kayden, just go home," Derek grumbled, getting annoyed at how stubborn I was being. I sent him the devil eyes and shook my head at him. I'll show him how stubborn I can be.

"Why? So you can just have your big happy family again?" I mocked him. "Well, Derek, you're 'big happy family' was ruined the moment you fell for Kate Argent. I mean, if you think about it, they wouldn't be dead if you didn't date Kate. So it's all your fault they're dead. All of their blood is on your hands."

"You're a little bitch, you know that?" Derek spat, hatefully at me. It was a tone I wasn't familiar coming out of Derek's mouth and being aimed at me. We've fallen out before, but this was different. This time he meant it.

"Actually, I think you'd find I'm quite a big bitch," I smirked, with my eye twitching in anger.

"Isaac will soon realize what a horrible bitch you are and he'll leave you for someone better. Maybe Lydia, or Allison, or even Cora," Derek scoffed. "He'll realize how stupid he was for 'falling in love you'."

"I hate you so much, Derek Hale," I said quietly, in fear that if I spoke any louder, I would snap and get even angrier than I was already.

"You're a horrible person, Kayden. You don't deserve anyone," Derek yelled as I turned to leave his loft.

"Go die you bastard!" I screamed before I finally left the loft.

After everything that's happened in the past 24 hours, I have no idea why Scott, Stiles, Isaac, Boyd and I are on a stupid, dirty bus on our way to a stupid, dirty cross country meet. As we go over a bump, my side radiates with pain. I hold a hand over it, to try keep pressure on it. Poor Scotty won't heal and because I don't know how to control these dumb powers, I can't unlink myself from him.

Scott's leaning on the window and I'm cuddling up to him, really upset at the events that have recently occurred. Stiles is sat beside us, giving us words for us to define to practice for the PSATs. Coach blows his whistle and yells at someone to go back to their seat.

"Yo Scotty," Stiles says, clicking his fingers and trying to get him to come to grip with reality and stop daydreaming. "Hey, yo Scotty." Scott sits up a little and looks over to him. "You still with me?"

"Yeah, sorry," he clears his throat, trying to swallow his pain. I can tell he's putting on a brave face because my wound hurts like a bitch. "What's the word?"

"Anachronism," Stiles states, reading the word off his iPad.

"Something that exists out of its normal time," Scott replies.

"Nice. Okay, next word. Kayden. Incongruous," Stiles reads out loud.

"Uh, can you use it in a sentence?"

"Yes. Yes, I can," Stiles nods, looking straight ahead of him. "It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross country meet after what's just happened. Incongruous."

"Out of place, ridiculous, absurd," I tell him, trying to straighten myself up. Maybe if I try not to think about my wounds then they'll heal on their own.

"Perfect. Okay, Scott, next word," Stiles swipes his iPad for the next word to come up. "Um, darach." Scott and I just turn our heads to look at him. I affiliate my eyebrows together and shake my head. "Darach. It's a noun." He looks at us and we just glare at him. "We have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we're gonna be stuck on this thing for, like, five hours, so why not?" We both ignore him and Scott rests his head on the window again. I put my feet up in Stiles' lap and place my head on Scott's shoulder, trying to get comfy. "Next word, Kayden. Intransigent."

"Stubborn, obstinate," I mutter. I was so intransigent at Derek's place the other night. We go over a really big bump and Scott grunts in pain. I wince at the pain radiating through my whole torso and clutch onto my wound, groaning at how much it hurts.

"Oh, guys, you okay?" Stiles questions us, with worry plastering his face. "We shouldn't have come. I knew it. We shouldn't have come."

"We had to," Scott replies, shrugging his shoulders. "There's safety in numbers."

"Yeah, well there's also death in numbers, okay?" Stiles starts, countering Scott's latter comment. "It's called a massacre, bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery, wow, that's..." He's cut off by our groaning in pain as the agony starts to get even worse. "All right, guys, I'm telling Coach that-"

"No. No, no, no," I shake my head, violently. I look up at Scott and he smiles at me weakly. "We're alright."

"Yeah, well you don't look all right," Stiles argues, worrying about us both. He sighs and turns to us again. "Would you just let me see it?"

He leans over me to grab Scott's shirt and pull it up to reveal the wound, but he quickly flinches, so that Stiles can't get to the shirt. My head drops down quickly when Scott does so and my head hits the seat we're sat on. I groan and sit up properly, taking my feet down from Stiles' lap.

I grab the bottom of my shirt and pull it up so he can see the wound that Scott wants to hide so badly. "Oh, man."

"I know it's bad, but it's because they're from an Alpha. It'll take longer to heal," I reply, nodding my head in assurance. I don't know who I am trying to assure; Stiles or myself. I'm starting to think it's the latter.

"How come Boyd and Isaac are fine then?" Stiles asks, pointing to the back of their heads, further up the bus. I sigh, putting my head in my hands.

After a moment of silence, I just burst into tears and sob into Scott's chest. "I can't believe he's dead," I shake my head in disbelief. "I can't believe Derek's dead. He was like my older brother and the last thing I ever said to him was 'go die you bastard'."

"Hey, listen. It's not all that bad, okay?" Stiles tries to reassure me, but I just look up at him and he shakes his head. "Okay, that came out wrong." I don't reply to him so he sighs, pulling me into his arms but trying not to hurt my wound. "He knows you didn't mean it."

"We had an argument the night before it happened and I wanted to make him feel shit about himself so I told him it was all his fault his family died in the fire because he dated Kate. It got all heated - obviously - and t-there was something in his voice, like real hate, and he told me how much of a bitch I am and how much he hates me and how I don't deserve anyone," I spill everything to Stiles. "He died thinking I hated him, Stiles."

"He wouldn't say that he hates you and means it. No matter how hateful and real it sounded, I know Derek and I know he would never say that and mean it. You're Kayden McCall for crying out loud!" Stiles beams, making a shadow of a smile appear on my face.

I grunted in pain, trying to lift myself off the abandoned mall floor. I looked up to see everyone fighting, everyone slashing their claws at each other. Except for Deucalion. He just stood there, like he was watching the destruction and devastation that all of his Alphas were causing us all.

I had a feeling like even though he was blind, he still managed to watch us all fight and fight until every last drop of energy had been drained from our bodies.

I watched as Ennis threw Cora to the floor and Boyd defensively fights him back, so Cora had a chance to get up and start fighting again. I saw Derek throttling Kali and Scott slashing at her chest, making her scream in pain. Ennis then threw Boyd off of him and grabbed onto Cora's wrist before slashing at her back, causing her to throw her body back into an arch shape, in agony. I growl at Ennis before charging in to help her out.

Coach blows his whistle, bringing me out of my thoughts. He marches up the bus and squints his eyes at two people out of their seats. "Two of you, back to your seats!" He continues to walk further up the bus but stops when he gets to a boy. "Jared, again, car sick? Every ti- How do you even get on the bus?" He mocks the poor boy. "Look at me. No, don't look at me, look at the horizon. Keep your eyes on the horizon." He turns to face us at the back and Scott is rolling his head around his neck and Coach sighs. "McCall, not you too!"

"No, Coach, I'm good!"

"Hey, Scott, you're bleeding again. And don't tell me that's just taking longer to heal because I'm pretty sure bleeding means it's not healing. Like at all," Stiles points out. I look down at Scott's shirt and blood is seeping through his shirt. I look down at my own and it's not bleeding. I lift up my shirt and I can tell it's healing visibly. I glance at Stiles and raise my eyebrows at him.

"He's listening," Scott growls. I see him staring a hole into the back of Ethan's head and I watch the whole thing unravel.

"Is he gonna do something?" Stiles asks my brother, who just shrugs.

"He won't," I answer for him. "Not in front of this many people."

"Okay, well what about the two ticking time bombs sitting right near him?" Stiles says, pointing to Boyd and Isaac.

"No, they won't," Scott shakes his head. "Not here."

"Okay, what if they do? Are you gonna stop them?" Stiles questions my ill-looking brother.

"No," I shake my head. "Stiles, have you seen the amount of pain he's in?" I sigh, raking my hand through my brown hair and rubbing my face. "I'll do it. If anything happens, I'll stop them." The bus driver suddenly slams on the brakes, causing everyone to fly forward. Stiles, Scott and I all slam into the seats in front of us, grunting as we do so. I look up ahead and see Boyd looking around frantically like he's angry. "Boyd, he's going to do something."

I push myself forward, trying to ignore the pain traveling through my body. I see flashbacks of Derek and Ennis falling and hitting the floor about 100 meters below us. I see Derek, lying there - lifeless. I see Derek, one of my best friends, someone who's like a brother to me, dead. I see myself trying to grab him as he falls, but people pull me back so I don't fall over the edge. I scream. I kick my feet. I try to resist their grip on me and run to Derek, but I can't. I just give up and cry into their chest. I cry into Scott's chest. I give up on all hope I once had.

I bring myself back to the bus and grab Boyd's wrist, stopping him from doing anything. He turns his head to growl at me and his face is full of hatred. "Let go," he snarls.

"You got a plan?" I question him, cocking my head to the side. "Tell me your brilliant plan, and I'll let go. I've lost too much hope in the past few weeks. I don't need to lose anymore, Boyd." He breathes heavily in anger, staring at Ethan. "What are you going to do? Kill him, right here? And then what? What are you going to do after that?"

"I don't care," he seethes before trying to pounce out of his seat to attack the twin. I keep my strength down on him so he can't move for his spot, with Isaac's help.

"Yeah, you don't, but I do," I wince at the pain from my injury. I'm pretty sure I might have just reopened it by pushing Boyd back down.

"Woah, woah, you're still hurt?" Isaac asks, looking down to my side.

"I'm fine, it's starting to heal. Scott's not healing at all," I dismiss his worry. I turn back to Boyd and sigh. "Give me a chance to figure something out, something that doesn't have to end with someone else dying."

"Okay," he agrees, nodding his head. I send a weak smile to the both of them before walking back up to Scott and Stiles.

"Crisis averted?" Stiles questions as I approach them. I nod, sitting in between them both again. "Okay, good. 'Cause we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone like every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like a message or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil, though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you know that."

I examine Stiles' face and shake my head at him. "You're not helping yourself, Stilinksi," I sigh. "You're not helping yourself."

"I don't like him sitting with Danny," Scott grumbles, knitting his eyebrows together in anger.

"Yeah, neither do we," Stiles replies. He reaches for his phone in his pocket and opens up a new text. "I'm gonna see what he's waiting for."

"What are you doing?" My brother groans in annoyance at our best friend.

"I'm gonna ask." Stiles deadpans. He composes a text and a little beep notifying us all he has sent a text message to Danny. We see Danny shuffling in his seat - probably to get his phone out - and after a few seconds, he turns back to face Stiles who waves at the boy. Danny scrunches up his face like Stiles is weird and shakes his head mouthing 'no' and turning back to face the front, putting his phone back in his pocket in the process.

Stiles sends another one, tapping the screen really hard in 'anger' at Danny. Danny replies through text this time with a No. Stiles exhales sharply, tapping his screen like crazy and sends him another text. I look over Stiles' shoulder to see Danny replied again with NO! I like this guy. What is wrong with you? Stiles sends back It's important PLEASE 

Danny then shakes his head and puts his phone back in his pocket once more. Stiles throws his arms around and mutters a string of curse words under his breath before sending multiple texts to Danny, literally spamming to poor guy's phone. That's when I heard the pinging of Danny's phone sounding. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

Ethan then asks him something before Danny smiles replying back. I don't bother listening in so I just rest my head back on to Scott's shoulder and relaxing into his arms. Ethan and Danny look back at the three of us so Scott and Stiles quickly duck down, making me be the only person sat up. I awkwardly wave at the two before they finally turn back to face the front of the bus.

"Well, that wasn't very subtle," Stiles mutters, sitting back up. 

"Really? I don't think they noticed," I shrug, going back into the position I was in before. Stiles gets another text message and shows it to Scott and me after reading it himself. It read: Someone close to him is sick. Might not make it through the night. "Ennis?" I suggest.

"Okay, so does that mean - uh," Stiles starts, trying to think it through.

"He's not dead," Scott finishes and I just look between the two of them and rub my face in my hands. This is definitely not what I need on a day like this. It's almost as confusing as Pretty Little Liars. 

"Not yet," Stiles adds, looking up in realization. And the plot thickens.

****

"Jared, I'm warning you. I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting," Coach warns Jared - who is at the front of the bus. I don't even know why he joined the cross country team because he literally hates sports.

"Please don't talk about throwing up, it's not good," Jared shakes his head, pleading to the Coach.

"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared," Coach says, nodding his head at the car sick boy. 

"It's not good. It's not good," he repeats, shaking his head again. 

"Now the rest of you," Coach starts, turning his attention away from Jared and back to everyone on the bus. "Don't think we're going to miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is going to stop us! Stilinski, put your hand down."

"You know, there's like a food exit about a half a mile up. I don't know if we stop then maybe -" Stiles explains before he is cut off by Coach.

"We're not gonna stop," Coach shakes his head at my best friend. 

"Okay, but if we stop-"

"Stilinski!" Coach yells before blowing his whistle. "Shut it! Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions!"

"I hate him," Stiles states, covering his mouth with his hand and leaning back in his seat. He then turns to my brother. "Did you call Deaton?"

"I keep getting his voicemail," Scott replies, shaking his head and showing Stiles his log book.

"That's it, I'm calling Lydia and Allison," Stiles utters, getting his phone out of his pocket to call the pair.

"How are they going to help, they're back in Beacon Hills?" I question, raising an eyebrow at him.

"They're not. They've been following us for hours," Stiles corrects me, looking out of the back window before muttering under his breath. "Pathetic."

He calls Lydia and puts her on speaker, but turns the volume low so only the three of us can hear. "Hey, Stiles. Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh you know, popcorn and all-"

"I know you guys are right behind us. Put me on speaker," Stiles orders.

"Yeah, okay."

"Okay, look. Scott's still hurt and Kayden is like creepily siphoning his wound. You know, like that creepy voodoo stuff she does?" Stiles speaks us and I just glare at him, shaking my head in disapproval.

Allison then speaks up on the other line. "What do you mean still? He's not healing?"

"No, he's not healing and neither is Kayden," I sigh, taking the phone - annoyed that all she bothers about is still Scott, even after they broke up. "And I think it's actually getting worse."

"Yeah, the blood's turning like a black color," Stiles says, agreeing with my previous statement.

"W-What's wrong with them?"

"What's wrong with them? I don't - Do I have P.H.D in Lycanthropy?" Stiles mutters, rolling his eyes almost through the phone at them. "How am I supposed to know that?"

"We need to get them off the bus."

"And take them where? A hospital?"

"If they're dying, yeah. Stiles, there's a rest area about a mile up. Tell the Coach to pull over."

"Yeah, I've been trying," Stiles nods his head in irritation and frustration, scratching his head as he does so.

"Well reason with him."

"Reason? Have you met this guy?" Stiles voice starts off loud but slowly wastes away to nothing.

"Just try something."

With that, he exhales sharply and hangs up the phone. He gets out of his seat and walks up to Coach, tapping him on his shoulder. "Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay? We've been on this thing for like three hours-"

Whistle.

"It's 60 miles to the next rest stop after-"

Whistle.

"Being cooped up for hours is not good-"

Whistle. 

"You know, our bladders aren't exactly-"

Whistle. Whistle.

"Coach, this is-"

Whistle.

"Can you-"

Whistle.

"Please-" 

Whistle.

"Let me talk! I'm-"

Whistle. 

"Every time-"

Whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiistle.  

"Get back to your seat, Stilinski!" Coach finally yells to the teenager stood in front of him.

"Okay!" Stiles screams in his face like a little teenager would do to their parents and stomps back down the aisle.

"Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon," Coach advises Jared. Stiles then stops in his tracks and looks at Jared.

"Stiles, no. Whatever you're thinking - don't do it," I shake my head at Stiles but he ignores all my pleas and goes anyway. He sits down next to Jared and says something before pulling a face very similar to the Grinch and that's when it happens. He barfs everywhere.

Everyone piles off the bus, coughing for fresh air. I gag and run off the bus as quickly as I can, trying not to cause any more damage to my wound. Coach hangs out of the window of the bus, spraying an air freshener. "Jared, you suck! Hey, somebody grab me some towels or a mop. Or a new bus," he yells.

Allison and Stiles help Scott and Lydia helps me into the little bathroom block near where we pulled over and place us by the sinks, on the floor. Lydia lifts up my shirt to reveal the wound while Allison does the same to my brother. I look at my brother, on the left, and see his wound is all veiny and his blood has turned jet black. I glance down at mine and it looks exactly the same.

The three look taken aback by the wounds and Allison gasps. "Why did neither of you say anything?" She asks, furrowing her brows in concern at us. 

"Sorry," Scott mutters, smiling at the girl he is still in love with.

"Are we going to die?" I question, getting worried for my own well-being. I can't just die, I need to live and help save people's lives. That's what I do. That's what we all do.

"No, you're not. Neither of you are because we're not going to let you," Allison says sternly, but honestly. "Just give us a second, okay?" I rest my head on the sink and my eyes start to get heavy so I decide to rest my eyes for a little while.

"Why are you such a big brother to me?" I asked Derek, playfully hitting his shoulder.

"Because I feel a need to be like a protective big brother otherwise you'd end up getting yourself killed," he teased, trying to tickle my sides but I dodged his hand and hit it away. "Now I know you don't like being tickled."

"Derek, I swear to God if you tickle me, you'll be the one getting yourself killed," I warned him, being fully serious. He took the challenge anyway and poked my side, making me jerk all around the place before I hit him on the head about five times.

"Ow! Stop!" He laughed, trying to grab my wrists to stop me. "Kay, I swear to freaking God, I will kick the shit out of you."

"No you won't, you love me too much to hurt me," I said, pursing my lips and bouncing on my toes.

"Kayden, stay awake," Allison whispers, softly, nudging me awake again and pulling me from my flashback. 

"But I'm tired," I groan, rubbing my eyes and widening them to stay awake.

"I'm going to stitch you up then Scott, okay?" She tells me and I immediately shake my head. "Why not?"

"If you stitch Scott up, there's a high chance my wound will start to heal as well," I explain to her and she gives me a look of uncertainty. "Just trust me, this will work."

She nods her head and heats up the needle with a lighter. I start to drift off again and I watch memories of Derek and me when we were like brother and sister. I am awoken again by Allison letting out a yell of frustration, I open my eyes to see her struggling to thread the needle. "Clinically... and un- unemotionally," she mutters to herself as I drift back off into another sleep.

I was in Scott's room, getting ready to go see Deucalion with him. We grabbed our helmets and turned around to see Isaac stood at the door. "Where are you going?" Isaac questioned us.

"Uh - we were going to go get some food to eat," I lied, looking at Scott for help.

"Oh cool, I'll come with you," Isaac replied. I knew he knew I was lying, but for some reason, I carried on.

"It's okay, babe, we can eat alone," I nodded, trying to sound confident in myself.

"What're you getting?" Isaac asked, seeming genuine.

I thought for a moment, trying to name a food genre Isaac didn't like, but at the time, I couldn't think of any so I just named something random. "Mexican."

"I love Mexican," Isaac said, turning to go down the hall to get 'Mexican food' with the two of us.

"Isaac," Scott finally intervened. "We can eat alone. It's okay."

"You're not going alone," Isaac shakes his head, smiling, knowing exactly where we were going. "Come on."

We got on Scott's motorcycle and rode to the location where Deucalion asked us to meet him. When we arrived, we climbed off of the bike and took our helmets off. "We're just going to talk to him," Scott told the two of us. "Try to reason with him. That's it, all right?"

I looked at Isaac and could tell something was up with him. "What?"

"Nothing. It's just that I'm actually kind of hungry now," he admitted, putting his arm around my waist and smiling. 

"Yeah, so I am," Scott and I said at the same time.

"Kayden!" Scott yells, trying to wake me up. My eyes shoot open and I gasp for air. My eyes dart around my surroundings and I soon find myself in the same bathroom as before with a worried looking Allison and Scott before me. Scott lets out a sigh of relief and pulls me into a warm embrace which I soon return.

"It was my fault, Scott," I mutter, not wanting to leave my brother's safe arms. Scott will always protect me, no matter what. No matter how big the problem or how dangerous. He will always be there. Scott helps me stand up and I look at my wound to find it has fully gone. Where he is stitched up, mine is just smooth, slightly tanned skin. Allison and I take one of Scott's arms each and put them over our shoulder, helping to walk him back to the bus.

"Are you guys okay?" Lydia questions us as we walk out of the bathroom and the two of us just nod.

"Where's Stiles?" Scott asks, nodding his head in the direction of the bus.

"Trying to stall Coach," Lydia replies, taking Scott's red sports bag from him. She then turns to Allison. "We still don't have gas."

"I'm not leaving them," Allison shakes her head.

"Then we have to leave the car," Lydia inputs.

"Sounds good."

"What?" Lydia stops in her tracks. "That wasn't an actual suggestion. Allison, wait! Ah, screw it."

"Stiles, what's happening?" I call out to him when a crowd and a loud commotion comes into my view. 

"They went after him," Stiles explains. "I told them what was happening with you and they just went after him."

"Who, Boyd?" I practically shout, with my eyes widening. I don't stick around for an answer, I just ran into the middle of the circle to see not Boyd - but Isaac there. He is throwing punch after punch to Ethan and I freeze for a second before trying to intervene. "Isaac, stop!" My voice goes unheard by the crowd yelling and Coach's screaming at Isaac to stop. I grab Isaac's shoulders to try and pull him back but he just carries on punching him. "Isaac!" I scream, making everyone stop yelling and Isaac stops punching.

He slowly looks up at Scott and me and his blue eyes fall on my chocolate ones. I never thought that this could be possible, but I think I was actually a little scared of Isaac for a moment. He pants and slowly unclenches his fist. All of a sudden, I just run into his arm and hug him for a few seconds. I can't be scared of him, he's someone who makes me feel safe and tranquil.

We get back on the bus and I sit in the middle of Stiles and Lydia. "All right, let's go over this one more time," Stiles begins, breaking the silence. So it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's like a dark druid of some kind."

"Or actually is a dark druid," Lydia adds on, twiddling with her hair.

"A darach," I input, nodding.

"You know, some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle," Lydia tells us before pressing her lips into a thin line. 

"So we got Alpha werewolves against a dark druid," Stiles comments, twiddling his fingers around.

"Yeah," Lydia nods.

This is going to be one hell of a ride.

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sorry i haven't posted in like A MONTH but I've kind of been focusing on my Isaac fanfic - Cinderella because it's quick to write and I'm enjoying the feedback I'm getting.

Anyway, next up is Motel California which is literally my all time favorite episode so I'm going to enjoy writing it. I'm going to sleep now though so I'll probably start writing it tomorrow after school. :)