Chapter 19. Whirlwind of Events

Do you know that feeling you get when you are in the half awake and half asleep phase? Like, your laying there totally deep in REM and then you hear a door slam or a glass fall, and that small sound pulls you up enough to where you are coherent enough to realize that you are witnessing something, but you aren't one-hundred percent sure if it's all real or just a dream. That is how I have felt since the night that my halluncination's started.

To be honest with you, I don't know if I made up the entire Miss Blake kidnapping Lydia and myself thing or not. I don't know if we actually went to Deaton to retrieve some sort of powder to use against Miss Blake. I don't know if I'm actually driving to Derek's apartment with Scott and Stiles right now. I have no clue if I'm even awake at the moment. I feel like everything is hazy and hard to understand. I don't feel like myself in the slightest.

"Kasey? Hey, keep your eyes open." Scott instructed as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tugged me against him. He was sitting in the backseat beside me, trying to keep me awake. Apparently, I could possibly have a concussion. Miss Blake not only hit me once, but when she struck Lydia-- I connected myself to her and I ended up with her head gash as well. I should be healing fast though, if Miss Blake is the Darach, she is a supernatural being and I will heal a lot faster because of that.

My eyes are open, at least they feel like they are. This is why I feel like I'm dreaming, like all of this isn't real. Maybe it's the head trauma that's messing with me. One thing I do know, is that my wrists hurt. And my neck is burning from the rubbing of the cord that Miss Blake did on Lydia. I can't remember where she went, I think Allison took her. As I said before, it's a little foggy.

It was raining, and the sound of the drops hitting the top of Stiles' jeep were lulling me into a calm demeanor. Closing my eyes sounds like such a good idea at the moment, but I can't do that. Scott is specifically asking me to keep them open.

"Is she okay? Do I need to take her to the hospital?" Stiles asked nervously as the jeep came to a halt. I glanced through the windshield to see that we were parked outside of Derek's building.

Without thinking I shook my head from side to side, the sudden movement making me a tad bit dizzy, "I'm okay. We need to tell him about Miss Blake."

I tried to climb out of the jeep by myself, but Scott and Stiles both weren't having that. Scott helped me get out of the back, and the second that my body was in the front half of the jeep, Stiles wrapped his arms around me and pulled me out, grabbing my hand and lacing our fingers together instantly. I know he is worried about his dad, beyond worried even. I wish I could help him.

The ride up the lift to the apartment was silent, other than my occasional sigh or groan of pain, that is. When the doors popped open my brother nearly sprinted off in pursuit of the sour wolf himself. I smiled at the thought of the nickname that Stiles and I had given him last year. So much has happened to us since then, it's unreal.

Minutes later, Stiles and I finally managed to walk into the apartment. Derek and Scott were already having a conversation about Miss Blake and the Darach, or well-- since she is the Darach I guess they would be considered the same person in our discussions now. I took this moment of distraction to have a conversation with Stiles that couldn't be pushed off any longer.

"Are you okay?"

He glanced at me oddly, as if me asking him that question was the weirdest thing in the world. I had been the one that was hit, duct-taped to a chair, and nearly choked to death this evening, but yet I was the one asking him if he was okay. And that is because his dad is missing, the only family that he has left is nowhere to be found, and that is a complete and utter nightmare to even think about.

"Me? Yeah, I'm fine." He responded flatly. No sarcasm. No joking manner. Not even anger or annoyance. His voice sounded bleak. He was lying to me.

I sighed as I blinked a few times to settle my slightly clouded vision, "Stiles please don't shut me out. Not now, not with everything else going on."

He didn't get a chance to respond to me before Scott came rushing out of nowhere and pulled us behind a wall that led to the bedroom of the studio-like apartment. He clamped a hand over my mouth as we all stood there in total silence, well it was silent-- until I heard her voice.

"Derek?! Derek where are you?"

My eyes widened and I stopped breathing altogether. Oh my god. What is she doing here? Stiles now had his arm wrapped around my waist with my back pressed to his chest while he placed his hand over my mouth the second Scott removed it. I wanted to start screaming, I wanted to get the hell out of here before she finds me to finish what she started, but instead I had to stand here and listen to her speak.

"Right here," Derek responded simply. I wish I could see where they were, I would feel so much better if I had a visual on them.

"There are some things that I need to tell you, okay? Something happened at the school tonight and I need to tell you before Scott, Stiles, and Kasey do. You have to believe me okay?" Miss Blake sounded flustered, and I knew that she was here to try and cover her ass with Derek before we told him everything. She's too late.

The room was then enveloped with a tension filled silence before she stated, "They're already here, aren't they.."

Even though I felt lightheaded and scared out of my mind, the three of us then walked around the wall so we were standing in the doorway. Miss Blake was standing beside Derek, her eyes fixed on the three of us hatefully. Sorry, not sorry.

"So, they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?" Miss Blake sounded frantic and hysterical as she glanced at Derek.

My brother's entire body went rigid, "We told him that you're the one killing people!"

"Oh, that's right! Committing human sacrifices, cutting their throats, yeah I probably do that on my lunch hour that way I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense." She was lying, straight through her teeth. I wanted to throw up, Derek isn't going to believe us.

Stiles' grip on my waist tightened immensely as the thunder boomed in the sky, "Where's my dad?" I glanced at him to see a tear rolling down his cheek and he blinked rapidly to try and prevent the pool of water at the base of his eyes from doing the same.

"How should I know?" Miss Blake responded as she continued to deploy her fake act. I can't take this anymore, this psychotic woman nearly killed me ten minutes ago!

I scoffed as I narrowed my eyes at her, "Because you took him, you crazy bitch." My voice was low, but there was enough venom in each word that I could easily be confused as a cobra right about now.

She ignored my comment as she faced Derek once more, "Derek... tell me you don't believe this."

Derek glanced at the three of us, the three people who have helped him over the past year, the three people who have given him moral support, the three people who actually treat him like a friend. We were his pack, regardless of the fact that we aren't all wolves, and he needs to believe us. We have never steered him wrong in the past, why would we start now?

"Do you know what happened to Stiles' dad?" He asked as he fixed his eyes back on Miss Blake. The expression he was wearing was too hard to decipher, and it was making my stomach uneasy.

She shook her head from side to side, "No. Of course not."

"Then ask her why she almost killed Lydia and Kasey," Scott growled from beside me. His body was convulsing slightly as he gripped the glass jar in his hand tightly. My stomach dropped at the mention of her attack.

Miss Blake gawked at Scott in mock-surprise, "Lydia Martin? And Kasey? I don't know anything about that!"

"Then what do you know?" Derek demanded. I nearly smiled at the shortness of his tone. He was getting aggravated, and he knew that she was lying. Thank the heavens, something is finally going the way it is supposed to.

"I know that these kids, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with some absurd story. And one they can't prove by the way." She snapped as she whipped her head around to face the three of us.

My brother then held up the glass jar and shook it around a bit for dramatic effect, "What if we can?"

It was obvious that the sight of the brown sand-like substance in the jar set Miss Blake on edge, the way her eyes widened was enough to give that away. She swallowed nervously as my brother began to walk towards her, "What is that?"

"You see my boss told me that it's a poison and a cure, which means you can use it and it can be used against you." He stated as he slowly twisted the lid off of the jar.

Miss Blake had taken a few steps away from Derek and by the time my brother was done explaining the look of utter disgust she was giving him revealed that she had been caught, "Mistletoe?" She seethed as Scott then tossed the substance on her. The mistletoe seemed to turn into smoke as it wrapped around Miss Blake in tendrils, engulfing her as she convulsed beneath it. Flashes of her face, her true face as the Darach, were visible from beneath the sheath of the brown cloud, and I recoiled behind Stiles at the sight.

As the dust cleared, Miss Blake was coughing and panting as she tried to collect herself. Derek appeared to be shell-shocked as he gawked at her with wide eyes, Scott was surprised as well, honestly-- I think I am the only one who had seen what she looked like as the Darach, so it was something they hadn't been expecting. One thing is for sure, she was so much more attractive as Miss Blake the English Teacher, rather than The Darach.

She then attempted to run, but Derek latched his hand around her throat and gripped tightly, I could tell that much from her struggled breaths she was attempting to take. His claws shot out and I watched as he lifted his hand to deliver the fatal blow but before he could she was speaking again, "Derek, wait wait WAIT! You need me!"

"What are you?" Derek growled as he cocked his head to the side. It was obvious what she was. Maybe if he had listened to us when we tried to tell him things, he would be able to put two and two together as quickly as we do.

Miss Blake gasped as she tried to breathe, "The only person who can save your sister. Call Peter, call him!"

The flash of concern on his face was enough to know that he was going to do exactly what Miss Blake had instructed him to do. Derek frantically pulled out his cell phone and called his uncle, who was just as psychotic as his new girlfriend, but he kept his grip around her neck as he did so.

"How is she?" Well it's nice to know that we aren't the only people that he doesn't greet when he calls them.

He was silent for a moment as he listened to Peter relent to him Cora's condition. Scott and Stiles were both watching Miss Blake intently, waiting for her to try and make a move. I, on the other hand, am highly debating bolting out of here right this second. The idea of standing this close to the Darach is sickening enough, but she had just tried to kill me less than twenty minutes ago and I am still trying to collect myself after that ordeal.

"Mistletoe." Derek stated as he shot Miss Blake a hateful stare. I think it's safe to say that they will no longer be seeing each other romantically after tonight. He then started to squeeze her throat, tighter and tighter. She was gasping and choking as he clenched his jaw and continued his attempt at strangling her.

Scott had to ruin it. "Derek, Derek! What are you doing?"

"Her life-- it's in my hands!" She sputtered out, she could be lying. That's what people do, well evil people anyway. They lie about anything and everything to ensure that they will get to live just a little bit longer.

Derek then lifted her up into the air as he continued to choke her. My eyes widened as I watched the intense situation pan out. They widened even more when Stiles stepped forward and began to speak, "Derek, stop!"

"Stilinski... you'll never find him." She coughed out as she glanced at my boyfriend. Oh my god.

Ignoring the demands going on, Derek continued to squeeze the life out of Miss Blake. It was as if he didn't care that Cora needed her help, or that Stiles' dad was in danger because of this woman. All he was concerned with at the moment was killing her because he felt betrayed.

Join the freaking club, buddy.

"Derek stop it! We need her!" I rushed out as Miss Blake continued to cough manically, I knew it was because her oxygen supply was running very low.

My brother stepped towards them, "Derek! Stop!"

A sigh of relief escaped me as I watched Derek drop her to the floor, it was difficult for him to not end her this very second, you could tell that much from the grimace on his face, but we need her alive. At least until we find out where Stiles' dad is.

Miss Blake glanced up at us with a smirk, "Kasey's right... you need me. All of you."

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"I don't know... something feels wrong about this. We proved it to Derek, but she still had this look like it didn't matter, like it was all still going according to plan. You saw it didn't you?" Stiles asked us as he sped down the road, the rain practically pouring out of the sky. We were following behind Derek and Miss Blake as we headed to the hospital.

To be completely honest, yes-- I did notice it. I realized it the moment that she smirked at us after Derek stopped trying to choke her out. She wanted this to happen, she wanted us to come to the hospital, she wanted this entire evening to happen the way that it was happening.

Scott remained silent and kept his eyes focused on the dashboard while my boyfriend let out a sigh. I don't like seeing him like this. Upset and anxious. I want to help him somehow-- but I have been trying my absolute hardest to keep my thoughts away from him, or well any actual human being for that matter. If I focus on things that aren't breathing then I can't connect myself to them and I won't start hallucinating.

It's a lot easier said than done.

Stiles is my world. As lame and cheesy as it sounds, he is. And every little thing he does affects me in more ways than I would like to admit. He is my rock, my best friend, my therapist when I need one, my boyfriend, my other half-- my life, to be completely honest. And when he is upset, which doesn't happen very often, I can't help but feel like I need to help him in whatever ways I can, but because of my abilities now, I can't even do that. It's beyond annoying to tell you the truth.

The jeep pulled up in front of the ER doors a lot sooner than I had hoped for, and the boys wasted no time in jumping out into the rain. I noticed Stiles pick up a bat that had been laying on the floor of his jeep as he ran around to catch up with my brother. I groaned in annoyance as the rain completely soaked my entire outfit and my hair. Great.

Scott noticed the bat as well and questioned it, "What is that for?"

"What? You got claws, I got a bat." He retorted. I smiled at his sarcasm. I missed hearing it.

People were rushing our of the hospital, and when we got inside I realized why. The lights were flickering, nurses were rushing around with folders and Ziploc bags of pill bottles. Everyone was trying to leave. Derek had a firm grip on Miss Blake's arm as he tugged her along down the hallway. As we passed the receptionist desk, Stiles realized that he hadn't been holding my hand and he snatched it up quickly. He always holds my hand whenever we are walking, always.

"Scott! Kasey! What are you doing here? The hospital is evacuating." My mom called out as she jogged over to us.

My brother opted to speak for us, "We're here for Cora."

"All of you? Why does Stiles have my bat?" She asked as her eyes traveled to the bat that my boyfriend was clutching tightly. He stole my mother's beloved baseball bat? Oh dear god.

I sighed, "Mom just trust us on this. You need to get out of here. Right now."

Her eyes widened as she glanced between my brother and I nervously, "The building is supposed to be clear in thirty minutes. We have two ambulances that are coming back, one is ten minutes out the other is twenty. Cora needs to be on one of those. They'll be picking up in the basement garage."

Scott nodded, "Got it."

We then continued on down the hallway in pursuit of Derek's younger sister, whom I still was not all that fond of. She is kind of rude, and her comment about being stupid teenagers really annoyed me.

I had thought that worst part of our evening would have been when we confronted Miss Blake about her being the Darach. I had been very wrong. No, it had to be this exact moment. As we are all standing in the elevator in dead silence. I was standing in the far right corner beside Stiles, while Scott was in the left corner. Derek was still gripping on to Miss Blake's arm tightly as they stood right in front of the doors.

She let out a sigh as she glanced at her previous lover, "You don't have to keep me on a leash, Derek. I'm here to help."

He didn't respond to her, and instead she glanced around to see my brother eyeing her like a pitbull and my boyfriend, in a ready stance to hit her over the head with my mother's baseball bat. She rolled her eyes as the doors binged open and Derek shuffled her out into another hallway.

The lights were flickering like crazy, and I was getting one of those feelings crawling up my spine again. Something isn't right. Derek stopped walking outside of the room where Cora was supposed to be in, only to find that it was empty. There was a puddle of black goo beside the bed, and I figured that was a bad sign.

"Derek.." Scott said quietly as he nodded at the floor in the hallway. Small drops of the black substance led to a set of double doors. The sound of growling then echoed around the hallway and the doors swung open as Peter slid in on his back, stopping just in front of us.

He smiled sarcastically as he glanced at us, "We have a problem. A big problem."

My eyes widened when I caught sight of Ethan and Aiden, combined in their giant ass twin like state. They growled again and I knew that once again, this was only the beginning of our problems.

"Well shit," I muttered.

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My eyes widened as I watched Derek rush at the twins, well I guess they weren't really twins right now considering they were the combined mega-wolf at the moment. I honestly don't know why we weren't all running in the opposite direction because that seems to make more sense than trying to fight. I will give Derek props for the balls to actually rush at them though.

I winced as sour wolf took an elbow to the face and was then slammed into a wall, my brother took that as his cue to wolf out and join the fight. I went to grab his arm to stop him, but he was already gone-- great. Stiles then grabbed my wrist and bent down to Peter, "Help us." I had no idea what he was referring to, but I complied and allowed him to pull me forward, and that's when I saw Cora's limp body laying on the floor. Oh my god.

Upon reaching her I checked for a pulse, thankfully she was still breathing. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was irregular, beads of sweat covered her forehead. She didn't look good in the slightest, something was really wrong with her.

"Ethan, Aiden, stop!" Scott growled. I glanced up to see that they had him held up against a door by his throat. My spine pricked with uneasiness, and I centered my thoughts around lacrosse and homework. I know that my ability is trying to trigger itself, and I can't allow that to happen again. I need to try and gain some control over things like this.

"We only want her!" Mega-wolf growled, and I had no idea if they were referring to Cora or Miss Blake, obviously I was praying for the latter of the two.

My eyes darted to where my aforementioned English teacher had been standing, only to find her slipping into the elevator, making her escape. Ethan and Aiden released Scott and then bolted after her, shaking the floor as they ran. Stiles and I helped Peter position Cora on his shoulder as the five of us began to run. Apparently they didn't want Miss Blake that badly because they had turned around and were now after us again.

Surprisingly I was the one leading the group, I knew this hospital a lot better than I would like to admit, and I knew that if we passed through the third examination room it would take us into the main hallway and there were several rooms down here where we could hide.

"DON'T STOP!" Derek shouted from behind me, I could hear a door close and I glanced behind me to see that Scott, Stiles, and Derek were no longer with Peter, Cora, and myself.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Peter nearly ran into me, but instead he grabbed my arm and began to pull me along with him, "We have to go!" He shouted.

"No, they're back there! We left them!" I panicked as I struggled to pull my arm out of his grip. The plan was to stick together, yet we already had managed to mess that all up. Thunder was booming loudly in the sky, and I felt my stomach lurch at the situation. It always storms when things go awry.

Stiles then came scrambling down the hall, without my mother's bat. I sighed in relief at the sight of him, thank god he made it out okay. He was breathing heavily as he reached us, "Derek and Scott are fighting them off, we have to keep going. They'll find us." He stated as he grabbed my hand. Peter released his grip on my arm and we all began to jog down the hallway, I was once again leading the way.

The lights shut off momentarily before the back-up generators started up, and I groaned in annoyance. Great. We have now lost Miss Blake, my brother, Derek, and the power. I don't even want to question what else could possibly go wrong tonight.

I pushed the doors open to another empty examination room, "Lay her down in here." I instructed Peter, praying that he would actually listen to me. He complied and laid Cora down gently, it was weird to see him being so hesitant to harm her-- he certainly didn't act that way when he attacked me at the school last year.

Scott and Derek then slid into the room, I dropped Stiles' hand and launched myself at my brother, wrapping my arms around him tightly. He seemed a bit caught off guard at the affection, but he held me tightly against him anyway. I tried to absorb as much of this as I could, I needed happy and safe thoughts about him right now, because if not I can't use them the next time he runs off, and I know it's only a matter of time before he does.

"Where's the big guy?" Peter asked as he inspected Cora for any further damage. She seemed to be fine at the moment. Reluctantly, I removed my arms from my brother. I didn't want to let go of him, not now. There is entirely too much going on at the moment, and we're trapped here.

Derek was watching out of the small glass window on the door, "He's close."

"What about Miss Blake?" Stiles interjected, addressing the more important reason as to who we should be worrying about. She said she could save Cora, and tell us where Stiles' dad is-- therefore, we need her with us in order to do those things.

My brother shook his head from side to side slowly as he watched his best friend carefully, we were about to witness a Stiles meltdown at any second-- and I did not want to be around for when it happened.

"What does that mean? Like she's gone? Scott are you kidding me?!" He shouted, his hair was a disheveled mess from the rain and the number of times he had ran his hands through it. His eyes were bloodshot from crying and his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.

Derek whipped his around around to face the three of us, "Will you be quiet!"

"Me, be quiet? Are you actually telling me what to do right now? When your psychotic, mass murdering girlfriend, the second one you've dated by the way, has got my dad tied up somewhere waiting to be ritually sacrificed!" Stiles snapped as he got in Derek's face. My eyes widened as I saw Derek clench his jaw, oh god.

I quickly stepped in between them and grabbed a hold of Stiles' hand, "Babe, calm down. Please, they are still out there. They could hear us." I pleaded with him. I knew that I should be backing him up, getting on Derek for all of this, but I am more concerned about keeping our hiding spot actually hidden from the psychotic alpha pack roaming the halls.

Stiles' eyes were ablaze as he narrowed them at me, "And they want her. Which means that we don't have here either. So now my dad and Cora, are both dead!" He snapped as he shifted his glare to Derek. I didn't like how he was speaking to me, and it was starting to angst me out with everything else that is going on.

Deep breaths, Kasey. Deep, calming breaths.

"Not yet." Scott interjected as he shot Stiles a look. A look that was telling him to calm the hell down before he would make him calm down. My boyfriend took the hint and shut his mouth, knowing that Scott wouldn't hesitate to put the werewolf smack-down on him in order to keep everything rolling semi-smoothly.

My brother then walked over to Cora and Peter, "Is she really dying?"

"She's definitely not getting any better." Derek's uncle remarked, I wanted to question why he was wearing such a low cut v-neck today-- but I thought now wasn't the best time to do that. I can't help it though, I'm trying to keep my mind occupied on inanimate objects so I won't accidentally link myself to people.

"There has to be something we can, we have to help her." Scott stated as he glanced around the room for some way to in fact "help" the youngest Hale in the room.

The doors on the opposite side of the room were pushed open and Miss Blake walked in, "You can't, only I can. I can save her, and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is-- but there is a pack of alpha's here who want me dead. So I can help you, but only when I am out of here and safe."

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"If you want to show us that you are one of the "good guys" then help Cora." I snapped defensively. I was in no way ready to be around this woman. She had tried to kill me earlier this evening and she took my boyfriend's father to be sacrificed, but now she want's us to help her? She has lost every last bit of damn sense she's ever had.

Miss Blake shook her head from side to side, "Not until I'm safe."

"I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion. Let's torture her." Peter remarked as he narrowed his eyes at her. For once we were on the same page.

I smirked as I took a step forward, "Or I could just start yelling-- right now. Let's see how fast you can run away from a pack of alpha's in those heels."

Derek went to rush at his former lover, but before he could the sound of the intercom system beeped. And when I heard that familiar voice begin to speak-- my heart stopped. "Um, can I have your attention? Mister Deucalion-- excuse me, j--just Deucalion, requests you bring the one calling herself Jennifer Blake, to the ER reception. Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have ten minutes."

"He's not gonna hurt her." Miss Blake stated, but I could barely hear her over the ringing in my ears. I feel light-headed. Deucalion has my mom.

"Shut up!" Derek spat hatefully.

Miss Blake clenched her jaw, "He won't. They're too important. Scott, you know why. Tell them it's true."

"What does she mean?" Derek asked my brother. I was confused as well, I know why Deucalion would think Scott is important, but not me.

Scott met my gaze hesitantly, "Kasey I was going to tell you.."

"Tell me what?" I asked, my voice low. My patience was wearing thin, and I am about a second away from having a full on break-down.

Miss Blake scoffed, "Scott and Derek aren't the only one's that he wants in his pack." The way she was looking at me intently, showed that she wasn't lying. I can't be in his pack, I'm not even a wolf.

"What does that even mean?" Stiles demanded, his need to protect me obviously kicking in. He was already stressed enough as it was, and now Miss Blake just dropped this bomb on him. This evening had managed to get worse.

She sighed, "It means that he wants Kasey. If she were to join that pack, we're talking becoming a werewolf and all, the things she would be able to do are incredible. There have only been a few Admonere's that have actually done the transition. The fact that Scott and Kasey are twins only makes Deucalion want them more. He doesn't just want an alpha pack, he wants perfection. That means adding the rarest and most powerful to his ranks."

Peter glanced at Scott and myself, "True alpha's.."

"What is that?" Stiles questioned uneasily, I myself was feeling very uneasy at the moment. I remember Morell saying that Scott was a true alpha. I also remember Scott telling me that he had kept me in the dark because of other things going on-- but I now realize that was a lie. He hadn't told me because he knew that I could become a true alpha too. He didn't want me to worry about that possibility. Hell, if this isn't betrayal.

"The kind that doesn't have to steal power from another. One that can rise by the power of their own will.." Peter explained as he shot me another look.

Scott was looking at me as well, "It doesn't matter. We still need to get her out of here." His eyes were apologetic, and I knew that we were going to have to wait to discuss as to why he didn't tell me sooner. There is so much going on in my head right now that I can't even think straight. I then realized that he was talking about Cora, and not our mother. That, was what allowed me to think straight.

"Scott, mom--"

"Mom said that there was one more ambulance coming in twenty minutes and that Cora needs to be on it. So we get down to the garage, get Cora on it, and then we can get out of here." He cut me off.

I clenched my jaw as I glared at him, he is really pushing it right now. I am not going to lose the one parent that I actually have with me. I can't lose my mom. Scott may have confidence that Deucalion won't kill her, but I don't.

"The twins aren't going to just let us walk out." Peter stated, obviously on board with the whole just ignore my mom plan.

Scott glanced at him, "I'll distract them."

"You mean you'll fight them." Derek corrected him. I ran my hands through my hair as I began to pace around in circles. Focus on the floor, Kasey. Don't worry about mom. Don't worry about anyone. Just think of the floor, or the light, or the bed. Think of the colors and why you hate them. Think of kissing Stiles, and laughing with him. Think of hugging Scott and how comforted you felt. Think positive thoughts.

"I'll do whatever I have to." My brother stated with finality. We were really doing this. We were actually going to just let Deucalion sit with our mom.

Derek nodded once, "I'll help you."

"Um, I'm sorry I'm not going anywhere without you Derek." Miss Blake interjected. I wanted to claw her eyes out for even being in the same room as us right now.

Peter seemed to puff his chest up as he said, "I'll do it, but I'd prefer to be out there with an advantage."

"Advantage? Like what? You mean, like a weapon?" Stiles asked, finally speaking up after his momentary silence.

"Something better than a baseball bat." He retorted.

The boys then went to work rummaging through drawers and cabinets while I "watched" Cora and Jennifer. It didn't make much sense to call her Miss Blake anymore, seeing as how she is certainly no longer my English teacher. I think the reason that I was put on watch duty, is because Scott and Stiles could sense my fracturing sanity and they didn't want me to be going through medicine's that I may "take." I've never popped a pill in my life, but now seemed like a great time to start.

"Hey, what about these?" Stiles asked as he held up the two metal paddles of a defibrillator.

Derek halted in his search to glance at him skeptically, "Do you know how to use them?"

"Well, no."

Sour wolf then rolled his eyes, "Then put them down."

My brother then pulled a syringe out of a drawer and read off the label, "Epinephrine?"

"That's only going to make him stronger," Derek retorted.

Peter glanced at the syringe with wide eyes, "How strong?"

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"Okay, now we run straight to the garage, got it?" Derek ordered as he adjusted Cora on his shoulder. Stiles, Jennifer, and myself were all standing beside him as we waited for Peter and Scott to walk out into the hallway. We were gonna make a break for the garage and get Cora on the ambulance.

Scott and Peter walked out and we waited until the growling started before we slipped out of the room and dashed down the hall towards the stairs. Time seemed to fly and we were at the garage moments later, the ambulance was sitting there waiting.

"It's still here!" Stiles called out, finally something was going right.

I quickly helped my boyfriend pull the doors open as Derek loaded Cora onto the stretcher. Stiles climbed in and pulled me up beside him as we situated Cora on the stretcher accordingly.

"Derek, over here." Jennifer panicked. Derek walked away from the back of the ambulance, and that's when I felt it. The sensation in my spine that was telling me something is off.

I glanced at Stiles, "Where's the driver?"

"I don't--"

"Julia, oh it is you." I didn't really recognize the voice, but I had a gut feeling that it was Kali. I have never actually had a run-in with her, but I've heard enough to know that she is bad news.

My eyes widened as Stiles quietly pulled the ambulance doors shut, I opened my mouth to start telling him that we needed to run, but he opted to shut me up-- by placing his lips on mine and pushing me behind the small cabinet, hiding us both.

The moment that my mind registered what was happening, my eyes shut and I could feel the anxiety and stress melting away from his touch. His hands were on either side of my face as he moved his lips slowly over my own. I, myself, was melting away in this moment. He is the only thing that is able to calm me down. That much is obvious.

He pulled away after a moment and he smiled faintly, "That's a new way to get you to shut up."

I blinked rapidly as I gently pushed him away from me, choosing to glance out the window to see what was going on-- but we were alone in the garage. Great.

"Okay, we're okay... how are you doing, are you okay?" Stiles was rambling and speaking to the unconscious Cora beside us.

I glanced at her as well and that's when I saw it, she wasn't moving at all, "Why does she look like she's not breathing?"

Stiles moved closer to inspect her and his eyes widened, "That's because she isn't breathing."

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ohhhh the first half of episode ten! this is exciting stuff! i have been waiting all week to finally get to type this out. i have no idea if i will have the second half posted tonight or not, it just depends on if i'm too tired or not. i went to see catching fire today and it was soo good, i cried like three times and it just made me really want to have a peeta in my life.

anyway, be sure to fan, vote, and comment. we are coming close to the end and i have decided that i will not be posting any of the season 3b until it is completely down airing, that way i can see the 12 episodes and know what i need to plan for. so when i am completely caught up with this book, then i will be focussing on Afraid to Fall. xx