"Ketamine?" My brother's voice drifted through my ears as I stood beside him and Stiles in the animal clinic after school. It had been a long day, and I was seriously in the need of a nap. I forget why we had to come here exactly, I think Scott is trying to find something to help him with Jackson tonight- I could be wrong though. 

Deaton nodded as he sat the bottle of Ketamine and a large needle down on the table, "It's the exact same thing we use on the dogs. If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy some time.This-" he turned around and grabbed a glass bottle with black looking dust in it, "is what you'll use to create the barrier."

I watched with wide eyes as he sat the bottle on the table, "This part if for you, Stiles. Only you." The veterinarian slash all knowing genius said as he held eye contact with my boyfriend. 

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure. Can we maybe find a less pressure-filled task for me?" He asked awkwardly as he grabbed the bottle and glanced at it wearily. 

Scott gave him a look and focused back on Deaton- who was talking again, "It's from the Mountain Ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble."

"Okay so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles asked slowly. 

Deaton nodded, "They'll be trapped."

"Doesn't sound too hard," Scott said as he looked at his best friend. 

"Not all there is. Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it, you need to be that spark, Stiles." Deaton added as he explained the task further. 

Stiles gave him an odd look, "If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that."

"I don't think that what he meant at all, babe." I sighed as I shook my head from side to side. The things he says sometimes are just so freaking out there, it's crazy. 

Deaton nodded in agreement with me, "Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in there mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish."

"Force of will," Stiles said quietly as he nodded hesitantly. 

"If this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it." He added. 

I grabbed his hand in reassurance and gave it a small squeeze, "I believe in you. You can do this," I said in all honesty. If anyone can do this, it's Stiles. He nodded slowly as he squeezed my hand back.

✢

After Stiles dropped me off at my house, I had about an hour to get changed for tonight and before Matt was picking me up. I felt disgusting going out with him now, after how I saw it affected Stiles earlier at school. But, Scott is now forcing me to go- saying he may need me there tonight. I have no idea what I could possibly do, but whatever. 

So once I took a shower and dried my hair and changed into something suitable for a Rave, which was a pair of tight black jeans, a navy blue loose tank and a pair of rustic brown boots. I just let my hair do whatever, I didn't feel like working with it. By the time I was ready and had made my way back downstairs my mom was walking through the front door. 

"Going somewhere?" She asked me with a raised eyebrow. 

I bit down on my lip and nodded silently, technically I'm still grounded for the whole restraining order thing- even though she hasn't really been trying to keep Scott and I on lockdown, I get the feeling she doesn't want me going anywhere. 

"I just need to pick up my phone, I left it here. I'm working the late shift. Be careful," She sighed as she walked past me and up the stairs. Why isn't she trying to tell me to stay home? 

I didn't move as I stood at the bottom of the steps, waiting for her to return. I can't leave until Matt gets here anyway, and that probably won't be for another ten minutes or so. My mom came back down the stairs quietly, shoving her phone in her bag, "Mom... why aren't you yelling at me? Or telling me to stay home?" I questioned. 

"I don't feel like arguing with you anymore, Kasey. I'm just done." She replied in exhaustion. 

My eyes widened, "But... but mom you can't... you can't just, just... give up."

"Honey, have fun tonight. Be careful, I'll see you tomorrow." She said quietly as she exited the house, closing the front door behind her with a soft click. 

What just happened? She is done? Done with what? Me? Scott? What exactly is she done with? It's her job to punish us, she can't just let us get away with whatever we want. I know that lately Scott and I have been making some stupid choices and acting out- but that's because of the situation at hand, she just doesn't get that. She thinks this is going to be a full time thing, and it wont be. 

I guess I stood there for ten minutes, or close enough to it, because my phone started to vibrate in my pocket, a text from Matt telling me that he was out front. I don't know how he got my number, or how he found out where I live. I don't have the time to think about that though, I have entirely too much crap to worry about. So, I stomped out of the house and slammed the door shut. Now my mom has pretty much given up any but of hope she has left in me. Great. This shouldn't hurt as much as it does. God. 

Matt was standing outside of his car, leaning against it with a wide smile on his face. My stomach started to churn at the sight of him looking so happy to see me, why does he like me? I don't get it. We have hardly ever spoken to one each other at school, and I still don't know what his last name is. What a lovely date I am.

"Hey Kasey, wow- you look beautiful." He complimented as he pulled the door open for me, stepping off to the side to let me in. 

Stiles isn't this awkward, I thought to myself as I smiled at him sliding into the car. He closed the door and sprinted over to his door, looking like an absolute freak. What is wrong with him? Once he was in the car and had it started, a whole new level of awkward had been established in my life. 

You see, with me being quite the awkward person myself, I have made a scale of things based on how awkward the situations are. For example, there is being in a room alone with Harris, which is just plain odd. And then there is being asked about your brother's sex life, I'm not even gonna explain that one. But, sitting here with Matt has pretty much topped the chart. He doesn't have any music playing, and my hand is itching to reach over and turn the stereo on- but I don't. Instead I bite down on the inside of my cheek and suffer in the awkwardness. 

"You know, I didn't think you would actually come with me tonight." He chuckled as he glanced at me out of the corner of his eyes. 

I rose an eyebrow, "Why is that?" 

Does he not know that I'm dating Stiles? I'm sure he would know, I mean it's not like Stiles and I are super popular or anything- but we don't hide the fact that we are together at school. We're always holding hands or touching each other in some sort of way... maybe Matt just doesn't really pay attention. 

"Because girls like you never go for guys like me," He admitted honestly as he turned on to another street. 

I let out a laugh, "Girls like me? Matt I am nothing special, that I can assure you."

"I think you're special, you shouldn't talk down about yourself like that." He stated with a grin. Why is he always so smiley whenever I'm around? I swear, every time I am with him he is smiling like an idiot. 

I was going to thank him, but he had already pulled into the parking lot of where the Rave was, and had gotten out of the car quickly. I rolled my eyes as I pushed my door open and climbed out, following after him as he power walked towards the entrance. He was a bit eager to be here tonight. Once he had given the door guy our tickets, we walked into the Rave. And let me just say, I would much rather go back to that one gay club.

The music in here was insanely loud, and there were several little lasers going off around the place. Not to mention the packed crowd in here as well, several of them had glow sticks around them in some way, and they were all dancing in one giant blob together. 

"This is going to be fun," Matt said to me as he grabbed my hand. The jolt that is usually there with Stiles was absent, and his hand felt weird in mine. Not as warm, and it wasn't the perfect size ratio to mine like Stiles' was. Matt's hand was around the same size, and it was just an awkward hold. But I had my objective tonight, which was to keep Matt distracted- so that was what I had to do. Which I guess means letting him hold my hand...

✢

"You really don't look like you're enjoying yourself!" Matt yelled to me over the music as we moved around with each other in the crowd. It's obvious that my mind is elsewhere, I have no idea where Stiles and Scott are at- and I know Jackson is in here somewhere. It's sad to think that I feel absolutely lost without Stiles or Scott with me, but I can't help it. 

I bit down on my lip as I glanced around, "It's a bit loud in here!"

My head was pounding, and I knew that it wasn't because of the music. It was a different headache, something must be happening. I haven't had an episode in days, I had actually thought that maybe whatever had been going on with me was gone- but it's obviously not. My entire body is sore right now, and I have no clue why. Something is definitely wrong though. 

"You wanna move off to the side?" He asked me as he gestured to an emptier portion of the club, I nodded my head in agreement and followed after him. He once again was holding my hand, and it was just making my headache worse. What is going on? 

Once we got over to the wall I glanced at Matt sadly, "I need to go pee... I'll be right back."

He nodded and waved me off as I started to make my way down the hallway, the pain in my head only intensifying. What is going on? I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and quickly dialed Lydia's number, "Hello?" She asked slowly.

"Hey, um... what are you doing right now?" I asked her awkwardly. 

She sighed, "Sitting in my room- why are you asking me this?"

"No reason, never mind. Bye." I ended the call and bit down harder on my bottom lip. If Lydia is okay, why the hell is my head pounding like this? The only other time I felt like this was when Erica was on the wall... no, Erica is probably fine. Why would I be feeling like this about her? I really don't like her. 

The music was dying down and I was continuing to make my way around the building, trying to get outside. Maybe some fresh air will help, I don't know what else to do. The pain was starting to radiate throughout my entire body and it felt weird. I dialed Scott's number and pressed the phone to my ear as I leaned against a wall in exhaustion. Why do I feel so tired like this? The call went straight to voicemail, which only added to my stress level. 

As I continued to make my way down the hall, Stiles came barreling towards me with a huge grin on his face. Instantly I straightened up and attempted to look okay, the last thing I need is to have him worry about me right now. The situation at hand is entirely too important. "Hey! What are you doing? Never mind, come on." He grabbed my hand and led me down the hall, the spark was definitely there this time. 

He pushed open a door and we stumbled into a room where Isaac and Erica were standing, as soon as they heard the door open they nearly lunged at us- which almost caused me to wet myself. Jesus they're scary.

"Uh, no, no, no! Just us, it's just us. Don't freak." Stiles exclaimed as he took a step back out of pure fear. Those two were a complete wildcard, and to be honest still made me extremely nervous.

My eyes then traveled over to Jackson, slumping down in a chair. "Oh my god! What did you do to him? Is he okay?" I asked quickly. He looked dead.

Isaac stalked closer to him, "Well... let's find out." He then extended his claws and went to smack Jackson, but lizard boy's hand shot out and gripped on to Isaac's forearm. I could hear the bones snapping from where I was standing and it made me want to throw up on the spot. Isaac sunk to the ground and pryed his arm away before retreating back to the safe side of the room.

"Okay... no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles instructed as he glanced around the small room. I was trying to ignore the fact that this room was entirely too small for all five of us, my claustrophobia couldn't have picked a worse time to reel it's ugly head. 

Isaac was groaning in pain as he clutched at his arm, "I thought the Ketamine was supposed to put him out."

"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're gonna get. So let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight..." Stiles mumbled as he glanced at Erica and Isaac. 

My eyes traveled to Jackson again, and when I saw his own eyes pop open, I jumped in place out of pure shock. "I'm here. I'm right here with you," he spoke, his voice sounding so entirely creepy it should be illegal. 

And that's when it happened. All of the air in my lungs just like disappeared and I started to hyperventilate. I don't know what happened, or well- what's happening. All I know is that I can't breathe, and my entire body feels like it's shutting down. I started clawing at my chest, why, I have no idea- I've done this before though... memories of the first ever anxiety attack I had start to play in my mind, and it makes it even harder to breathe than before. 

Stiles' eyes were wide as he turned to face me, "Kasey?! What's wrong? What's happening?" 

I couldn't answer him, instead I tried to move around- maybe walking will help, but it only made it worse. Something is happening to someone- this isn't me. I'm, and then it made sense. 

Scott. 

Without thinking I struggled out of Stiles' arm's and bolted out of the room, trying my best to find out where my brother could be. Something is happening to him- it feels like I'm having an asthma attack. I turned corners as I tried to suck in the air that my lungs needed, and I managed to find the exit doors. As I pushed them open and fell outside, my eyes locked on a black Tahoe. 

The Argent's. 

I could see Scott- somehow. It doesn't really make sense to be honest, but he is laying on something. I don't know how that image is getting into my mind, but it is. What's happening to him? He hasn't had an asthma attack since he was bitten? Why am I feeling like this in the first place? I quickly made my way over towards a neighboring building, stumbling as I pulled the doors open. 

Allison's mom was standing beside Scott, and he was laying on the ground, facing the far wall. There was a small little device on a table beside him, and when I saw the vapor coming out- it kind of clicked in my mind. Whatever that is, it's not releasing vapor. That's wolfsbane. 

Her green eyes settled on me and she smirked bitterly, "Ah... Miss McCall, how lovely of you to drop by... unfortunately you weren't supposed to see this." 

I blinked rapidly as I tried to gather my thoughts, why can't I breathe correctly? I'm not a wolf, and woflsbane does not affect me at all- well, usually. I guess it is tonight, for some odd reason. Maybe it's Scott. Maybe I'm somehow connected to him right now. 

"Don't- don't hurt him," I stammered as I gripped on to the door frame for support. The small room was spinning and I felt like I was about to pass out. Scott doesn't appear to be moving, and I don't think that's a good thing.

Mrs. Argent rose an eyebrow as she stood up, "You aren't one of them... are you? I would surely hate to have to kill the both of you... Scott's can be covered up, but you Kasey... you would pose a problem."

"You're nuts," I coughed out as my vision started to darken. Everything was becoming fuzzy, and my body felt numb. What is happening?

She gasped as she pulled her hands up to her mouth, "No... you're not like Scott... you are something else entirely."

"What?" I wheezed as I tried to stand up fully, but I failed miserably and wound up crumpling to the floor, trying to breathe- but not really succeeding in the slightest.

She walked over to me, her heels clicking against the wood as she took each articulated and slow step, "An Admonere..." she marveled as she crouched down and looked at my face, analyzing me. 

"I've never personally seen one before... it's amazing, how strong the bond is between you and those who you care about... so strong that you feel exactly what they feel." She chuckled as she stood up straighter, wiping her hands on her skirt. 

I attempted to roll over, but I couldn't seem to move. I feel like I'm dying- and that means that Scott actually is dying, and there isn't a single thing I can do that can help him. Images are flashing through my mind, but they aren't my thoughts. I can see Allison, Stiles, and myself. All of these memories from Scott, all of them must be going through his mind right now- why can I see them?

Scott then let out a mangled growl that ended up with him groaning in pain and slumping back to the ground, I hope he's okay. Mrs. Argent started to walk away from me, but everything was just going foggy now- and I can't see where she is going. Is she just going to leave us in here? 

The door beside me then busted open, and I could hear some kind of commotion going on behind me. My eyes refused to open, and my breathing was only getting shallower and shallower. I was dying. Scott was dying. We're dying. 

"Help Kasey," Scott said breathlessly. Who is he talking to? My thoughts are cut short though as I finally let the darkness take over.

✢

"She's going to be fine..." 

"But why was she affected like that? She isn't... she isn't one of us,"

My eyes fluttered open at the sound of two very familiar voices, but instead of being met with their faces- I was looking at a bright overhead light on a white ceiling. I winced as I tried to sit up, but my body felt entirely too weak, so I settled for propping myself up on my elbows. When I finally could turn my head, I found Derek sitting in a chair against the wall of the examination room of the animal clinic, and Deaton was standing by Scott... who was laying on a table beside me with his eyes closed. 

Deaton walked over to me and placed his hand on my shoulder, "How do you feel Kasey?"

"Um... fine... confused, but I think I'm okay." I admitted as I glanced at him oddly, he really needs to explain how he knows all of this stuff about werewolves and the supernatural now. Especially after what Allison's mother called me. 

He nodded, "I had assumed you would be. What all do you remember?"

"Uh, I was... I couldn't breathe. And-and I don't know why but for some reason I thought Scott was in trouble, and somehow I got in that room... and she-she was killing him." I stammered as I blinked rapidly, my thoughts were all jumbled up and I was trying to organize them so I could form a very detailed answer. 

Deaton smiled faintly, "Anything else?"

"She called me something... Ad...Ad... I can't remember, but she said it." I mumbled as I rubbed at my forehead. What has she said?

He sighed, "Would it happen to be Admonere?"

My eyes widened as I glanced at him, "Yes. What is that?"

"Kasey... you need to get some rest, I'll explain this to you later. I promise, just get some rest." He instructed me as he gently pushed on my shoulders so I would lay back down. I let out a sigh as I did as he instructed and watched him walk out of the room. 

I sat back up and glanced at Derek, "Did you... um..." 

He nodded, "Yes."

"Thank you." I replied awkwardly as I flopped back down on the table, I let out a drawn out sigh as I closed my eyes. Today has just been entirely too complicated. 

Derek cleared his throat, "You should probably call Stiles."

"I probably should..." I mumbled as I pulled my phone out of my pocket, only to find 58 missed called from my aforementioned boyfriend. I sent him a text telling him that I am at the animal clinic with Scott and Derek, and then sat back up once again.

I could feel Derek's eyes on me, and it was making me uneasy. I looked back over to him and he didn't tear his eyes away from me, "I don't know what happened tonight, but you need to be more careful. I'm not always going to be there, Kasey."

"Is Derek Hale actually showing concern for someone?" I laughed lightly, but wound up wincing from how sore my stomach was. 

He rolled his eyes, "I'm being serious."

"I know, I know. I'll be more careful. Thank you for...well for whatever it was you did," I replied awkwardly. 

He let out a sigh, "If you don't stop bringing it up I'm going to rip your throat out... with my teeth."

I grinned, "I missed your empty death threats!"

"Shut up and lay down, Kasey." He muttered. 

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So now you all have a name for what Kasey is! It will be explained next chapter what it is she does exactly and all of that good stuff. I'm thinking Derek and Kasey are going to start budding a friendship, idk. It was something that I was thinking about earlier in class. Anyway, hope this chapter wasn't too disappointing. Although it probably was! 

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