Chapter 2. Here We Go Again

After the class had settled down, parents were called for their kids, as were the police. And since the police were here, that meant Stiles' dad was here. I was currently sitting on a desk next to Stiles and his father, wishing that I was somewhere else. Why is it that all summer things were okay, but now things are starting to happen again?

My eyes widened as I watched Sheriff Stilinski approach Allison's father, "Mr. Argent... you wouldn't happen to have any insight into what's happening, would you?" He asked.

Allison's father gave Mr. Stilinski a confused expression, "Me?"

Sheriff Stilinski nodded, "Yeah, with all of this bizarre animal behavior going on you must have seen something like this before, right?"

Mr. Argent looked a little thrown by the question being asked, "I'm not sure why I would, or why you think I would.."

"I'm sorry... I could have swore I've heard my son talk about how you're an experienced hunter.." Sheriff Stilinski said as he glanced over his shoulder to Stiles. I could feel my boyfriend's entire body stiffen as his eyes widened and he kept his gaze on the floor. Oh damn.

"Oh, well yes... I was... not anymore." Mr. Argent said as he glanced at Stiles and myself... awkward.

Sheriff Stilinski nodded and then made his way back over to Stiles and myself, Stiles was giving him a look of pure annoyance but he shrugged it off and decided to go and talk to Miss Blake.

I let out a sigh as I dialed Scott's number on my cell phone, I have no idea where he went or why he was called out of school and I wasn't-- but my gut is telling me it's freaky werewolf crap that I just don't have the time for. The phone rang twice before he finally answered, "Hello?"

"Hey, um-- something really freaky happened in Miss Blake's class and--"

Before I could even finish he cut me off, "Kase, can this wait-- I'm kind of busy right now."

"Um, no Scott. I'm pretty sure being in our own version of The Birds qualifies for immediate discussion." I retorted as I glanced at the dead body of a crow on the desk in front of me.

Scott sighed, "Just, meet me at Derek's house."

"What? Derek's house? Why the hell are you at his house?" I asked in annoyance.

"Just get here," And with that he ended the call. I let out an annoyed groan as I slipped the phone into my pocket. I really don't want to even think about Scott dragging Derek back into our lives. Because nothing but trouble comes with Derek, and I was really enjoying not being in the eye of the trouble hurricane.

Stiles let out a sigh, "So... Derek's house?"

I nodded, "Yep."

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"I just-- I wish I knew what he was thinking... ya'know?" I said to Stiles as he drove down the road, for once I was actually in the front passenger seat of the jeep, and I was really enjoying it up here. I may have to banish Scott to the back after this... maybe.

Stiles nodded, "I'm sure he has a reason to be there."

"Yeah, a reason that is only going to cause problems." I muttered in distaste. As Stiles made the familiar turn into the reserve where Derek's rundown house is, I could feel my stomach drop. I certainly didn't miss this place, that's for sure.

Over the summer, I hadn't seen Derek once. Nor had I seen Peter, Erica, or Boyd. Isaac, on the other hand, was actually a very good friend of mine at the moment. He has been really nice lately, and hasn't been causing any problems. He is actually really fun to hang out with, because he says some of the funniest stuff. I guess it was stupid of me to think that all of our problems just vanished and we wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.

Stiles then stopped the jeep in the middle of the reserve, we were nowhere near Derek's house yet-- and pulled the keys out of the ignition. "You know... we do have some time alone, and if you want we can--" He didn't even have the chance to finish his sentence before he had me practically pulled across the gear shift and attacked my lips with his. It's so good to know that I'm not the only one in this relationship that has an issue with wanting to kiss him at all times.

I couldn't help but chuckle as I grabbed on to his shirt collar and tugged him towards my seat, causing him to have to lean over the gear shift instead of myself. His lips were moving feverishly against mine, and I couldn't help myself as I wound my fingers through his hair, tugging on the ends roughly as he pressed my back against the door. We haven't made out in his jeep yet, so this was totally new.

His hands were all over me as he ran them up and down my sides, but for some reason he settled on my waist as he awkwardly clambered over the gear shift a bit so it wasn't pressing into his stomach. He kept tugging me towards him, but then he would push me back into the door, and I had no idea what the hell he was trying to do-- but I did know that I love it. And I don't know why.

Is it wrong that he is serving as the perfect distraction from all of the drama that is about to unfold in our lives? I feel like kissing him shouldn't be used as a sort of therapeutic way to deal with my problems, but he always seems to help. Whenever I feel anxious or upset-- one kiss from him can completely banish all bad and negative thoughts away. I hope I have the same affect on him. I really, truly do hope that my kiss is as powerful and meaningful to him as his are to me.

For some reason I decided that I wanted to have control over this situation, so I pushed Stiles back over to the drivers seat, and I climbed over the gear shift with him. As I pulled my lips off of his so I sould straddle him once more-- his eyes widened in amusement, I smirked before kissing him once more. His hands were squeezing at my thighs as I moved around to position myself properly... this had gone a lot better in my mind, this space is entirely too compact for this sort of thing.

And as if God wanted to prove the point that I had just realized, my ass hit the horn and it blarred loudly throughout the reserve. I pulled my lips off of Stiles' as I glanced around awkwardly, shit. Derek and Scott no doubt heard that. My boyfriend chuckled as he ran his hands up and down my thigh's slowly and sensually, "Nice going."

"Oh shut up, if you didn't get me so sexually frustrated I wouldn't have to do things like this." I remarked as I slid off of his lap and into the neighboring seat.

He rose an eyebrow as he glanced at me, "I get you sexually frustrated? Kasey, you have no idea what real sexual frustration feels like."

"What do you mean? Of course I do." I defended myself as I re-buckled my seat belt. He started up the jeep and began to drive once again, heading towards Derek's house.

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "Trust me-- you don't. I had to watch you in bathing suits, tight pants, and revealing tops for six years. Six freaking years. So, don't even bother with the sexual frustration thing, because I so take the cake on that one."

"Well just think, now I will be all yours in those bathing suits, tight pants, and revealing tops. You can have your way with me, Stilinski." I teased as he pulled up in front of Derek's house. I could see his face go red and his eyes widen at just the mere mention of what I was getting at.

I let out an amused laugh as I climbed out of the jeep, Stiles scrambled out behind me as we walked up the stairs to Derek's rickety old shack of a house. This place still gives me the creeps, I really hope he moved out because this place is just a mess. Once we were inside, we rounded the corner to where I assume the living room would be. Scott had his shirt off and was sitting in a chair, while Derek was crouched down in front of him with his red alpha eyes on... okay.

"What took you two so long?" Scott asked as he turned his head around to face us.

My eyes widened as I cleared my throat, "Traffic. Lots and lots of traffic."

Derek rolled his eyes but then gave his attention back to Scott, "Yeah I can see it. Two bands, right? What does it mean?"

My brother let out a sigh, "I don't know... I mean, it's just kind of something that I trace with my fingers."

I watched Scott trace two circles in the dust on the floor, is that what his tattoo was of? I didn't get to see it because it had healed entirely too fast-- but I guess Derek is somehow going to help him get the tattoo to stay for...well for ever.

"Why is this so important to you?" Derek questioned.

"Do you know what the word tattoo means?" Scott asked Derek.

Stiles of course had to speak up with his usual sarcastic remark, "To mark something." I rolled my eyes as he smirked at Derek.

"Well, that's in Tahitian. Um, in Samoan, it means open wound. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18, I've always wanted one. I just decided to get it now to make it kind of a reward.." Scott explained.

Derek gave my brother a confused look, "For what?"

Scott glanced at the ground sadly, "For not calling or texting Allison all summer. Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was just trying to give her the space she wants...and now four months later it still hurts. It still feels like a uh..."

"Like an open wound." I finished for him, he nodded slowly as he gave me a small smile. I mean, I knew this summer was hard for him-- but hearing him talk about just makes it sound damn near impossible. I really hope Allison and him can get back together. I ship it.

Derek nodded to himself and grabbed a metal thing off of a table, "The pain is going to be worse than anything you've ever felt."

My eyes widened as I nodded slowly, "Oh wow, that's... that's great."

"Do it," Scott demanded.

Derek then kicked on the metal thing, which happened to be a blow torch. "Oh wow, that's... that's a lot for me so... I'm gonna take that as my cue and I'm just gonna wait outside." Stiles said as he made his way to the door.

Sour wolf grabbed him and jerked him back towards Scott, "No, you two can help hold him down."

"Hold him down? What the hell, Scott maybe you should rethink this..."I said quickly as Derek shoved Stiles and I behind my brother. If we have to hold him down, this sounds a bit excessive. And dangerous.

Scott sighed, "Kasey-- please."

"Ugh, if I throw up in your hair don't be pissed." I exclaimed as I grabbed his shoulder. Stiles grabbed his other shoulder as Derek kicked on the blowtorch and started to push the flame towards my brother's arm.

Derek then glanced at me, "Now would be a bad time for you to use that little ability of yours, okay?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, "Okay."

Scott then started screaming, and I refused to look at the flame as it burned into his skin. There are some things that I just can't bare to look at, and I'm already squeamish enough as it is so this is probably not the best place for me to be right now. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tightened my grip on Scott's shoulder, hearing him scream like this is just making my chest hurt.

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"Well it looks pretty damn permanent now," Stiles remarked as he glanced at my brothers newest tattoo. He had put his shirt back on, but had the sleeve rolled up so the tattoo was visible.

Scott nodded, "Yeah.. I kind of needed something permanent with everything that's happened to us. Everything has just been happening so fast, everything is just so... ephemeral."

I glanced at him oddly, "Studying for the PSAT's?"

"Yup." My brother smiled as he pulled open the front door of the house.

Stiles grinned, "Nice."

When the door was pulled open and the sun was hitting it, you could tell that it had obviously been painted. I wonder why Derek would paint just the door... if anything needed painted it would be the entire house, why just the door?

"You painted the door... why did you paint the door?" Scott asked as he turned to face Derek.

Derek glanced at him with a look of determination on his face, "Go home, Scott."

"Why only one side?" My brother mumbled as he started to claw at the paint on the door. My eyes widened as I watched him completely lose his shit as he chipped all of the paint away. When he was finished an odd looking mark was painted in black on the wood.

Derek had walked over to us and was watching Scott wearily, I don't know what exactly my brother was piecing together but you could tell he was on to something. "The way the birds flew into the school, the deer last night that ran into them-- just like the night I was trampled by the deer when the alpha bit me. How many are there?" He asked Derek.

I glanced at the alpha in confusion as he crossed his arms over his chest, "A whole pack of them. An alpha pack."

"Oh are you freaking kidding me?" I asked in annoyance.

Stiles sighed, "All of them? How does that even work?"

"Apparently there is some of leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac, and I have been looking for them for the past four months." Derek said, his eyes not leaving Scott.

Scott took a step towards Derek, "So if you find them, how do you deal with an alpha pack?"

"With all of the help I can get," He said seriously.

Stiles and I glanced at each other, obviously having the exact same thought at the moment. We were getting sucked back in, and this time the situation was a hell of a lot more dangerous than it had been before. We were dealing with an entire pack of freaking alpha's.

"Where is she? Where's the girl?"

I jumped in surprise to see Isaac sitting up on a table in the other room, what the hell? I didn't even know that he was here. How had I not seen him when I was in the room before? Clearly my eyesight needs to be checked.

"What girl?" Derek asked in confusion.

Oh boy, here we go again.

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And here is chapter two! I hope you all enjoyed it and are anxiously awaiting the next update! I don't know how my updates on this story are going to be- it just depends on school and such! Be sure to fan, vote, and comment! xxx