"What do you think they're saying?" I whisper. Stiles and I are currently hiding behind a pole, trying to hear what our dad is saying. Someone was murdered last night...or Sacrificed.

"Shh." Stiles shushed me quickly. I rolled my eyes and tried to make out what he was saying. Nothing, I can't hear a thing. His eyes find ours and we instantly turn, trying to slink away.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Back it up, you two." I turn and shoot my dad an innocent smile. "Hey, dad." He smiles at me, then looks between the two of us. His eyes land on Stiles. "I know what you're thinking."

"I know you've got all these ideas about patterns and people dying in threes." I scoff at that and my dad raises a brow at me, probably not expecting me to be so into this too.

"Dad, they're being murdered." Stiles nods along with me, "Sacrificed actually." He adds. Dad sighs but doesn't argue. "I've got half the state, including the FBI, coming in on this." I flinch, FBI like Scott's dad? That's not going to be good.

"They're not getting away with killing one of our own." Tara was killed...what if that's the next pattern. I look at my dad warily. What if he's next? "Tara's dead, dad." I feel tears welling in my eyes.

"How many times did she help me with my math homework when I had to wait at the station with you? Or help Tori with her drawings?" Stiles had this sad look on his face, I nod at him sadly and grab his hand. My head leans on his shoulder comfortingly.

Our dad sighs, you can see on his face how broken up he is about this. "Just get to class, okay?" He then turns and walks off. I send a small smile up to Stiles. "We'll figure it out. We'll find who did this."

I should've known. The murder happened at the school... How were we so blind? She's new to town, I mean it makes sense that she's a suspect.

Tears stream down my face in a mixture of fear and frustration. I was gagged and tied down to a chair, I felt so vulnerable. Jennifer left the room a couple minutes ago, to do god knows what. I have to find a way out, before she gets back.

My eyes scan the room, but I come up with nothing. If I can get my hands untied then I can get out, I can't just wait for Scott. He could be too late.

I almost cry with joy as I remember something, something so very very important.

Allison holds out a dagger, it's small and silver. I eye it skeptically. "What's that for?" I ask, taking it in my hands and turning it over a couple times. The Argent symbol is engraved on the side of the blade.

"Scott thinks you should have something to protect yourself, and I agree. With this Darach running around, we all need to be able to protect ourselves." I sigh as I slip it into the back pocket of my jeans. "Fine, I guess you have a point."

Thank god Jennifer chose these jeans...now, if only I can reach the blade. I struggle against the ropes and chair to reach my back pocket. "Ugh!" I cry out. I have to do this, I can't die. I won't let them die.

I reach again, my wrists begin to burn from rubbing hard against the ropes. My fingers ache as I try and stretch them as far as I can. It's no use, I can't reach it. Why, why, why? Why did she take me? What could she possibly need with me?

I'm of no importance, what kind of sacrifice requires a pregnant teen? Not one that I know of. I look up at the ceiling, my eyes are blurry from crying. Please someone, save me.

How has no one found me? There's a freaking recital happening right now! I can faintly hear the music from here. I'm in one of the classrooms. Is Scott even looking for me? Someone has to find me... I can't do this. It's-it's too much.

I could feel my heart racing in fear as the door opened, Jennifer walked in, leaving the door open. She walked over to me. "It looks like, we're going to have company soon." She smiled. I furrowed my brows.

Jennifer took one of her sharp claws and drug it across my cheek, I cried in pain as the skin broke open. I was definitely going to need stitches. "Be quiet or I'll kill you slowly and painfully."

My eyes went wide and a whimper escaped my lips. Jennifer went to stand at the back of the classroom, hiding in the shadows as she typed away on a phone. How can she be texting right now? She's about to take my life, and she's texting?

It wasn't long before Lydia walked in, I cried out in relief. She didn't notice me at first, she instead looked at the board and the windows. But, the moment I cried out, her eyes found mine. "Victoria?" She raced over to me, removing my gag and looking me over.

The cloth of the gag rubbed against my cut and I cried out again. "Agh!" Never in my life have I felt pain such as this. I looked at Lydia with big eyes. "Lydia you have to run, she's here—"

"You recognize it, don't you? The drawing on the board?" Jennifer cut me off. Lydia stood up and looked at Jennifer, before she could say anything Jennifer hit her upside the head. Lydia was knocked out immediately.This isn't good. I'm still tied up, and now Lydia is in danger too. Fuck.

Jennifer turned to me, bending down to my level. Her hand wrapped around my neck tightly, cutting off my oxygen flow. I gasped for air, my eyes watering uncontrollably.

I could feel my lungs burning for air, and my throat constricting tightly. Choking noises bubbled from my mouth as I tried to gasp for air. "I said not to say anything. How stupid are you?" Her hand left my throat and I gulped down air.

My throat and lungs burned and I knew that bruises were already forming on my neck. "W-w-why do you need me?" I stuttered out, my voice sounding hoarse and broken. Jennifer smiled at me. "Finally, asking the right questions."

Her heels clicked as she walked a few paces in front of me. She turned on her heels and looked at me with an amused face. "The blood of an innocent. The final thing I need for this to work. And what is more innocent that an unborn child?"

My heart dropped and time seemed to slow down as I glared at this woman. So much anger coursed through me, I didn't know I had it in me. "You will not kill my babies." I spoke in a low growl. Jennifer only smirked at me, and before she could do anything more I began screaming as loudly as I could.

The screams ripped at my throat, and it hurt horribly but, I needed Scott to save me. "SCOTT HELP!! SOMEONE! HELP ME!" Jennifer didn't waste any time in hitting me upside the head, the wood knocking me out.

The last thing I felt before I passed out, was warm blood dripping down my face.

I winced, blinking my eyes open. I couldn't see, everything was blurry and the world felt dull. Almost like I was viewing it through glass. "Stop." I could hear Lydia whisper.

I raise my head slightly, I could see Lydia and Jennifer, but they were still blurry. "Oh, I wish I could. But, you don't know the Alpha's like I do." I moan in pain, trying to focus on what's happening. Why can't I see? Maybe it's the blood... Is there blood in my eye?

Jennifer was tying Lydia up, like me. Where's Scott? Why isn't he here? He said he'd always come... Always. "But you, Lydia, you're not a sacrifice. Victoria is, but not you. You're just a girl who knows too much." Jennifer laughs before correcting herself. "Actually, a girl who knew too much."

Jennifer takes a wire and attempts to wrap it around Lydia's neck. "No, don't." I mumble, my words aren't coming out properly, they're slurred and slow. My head hurts so much. I watch helplessly as Lydia grabs at the string, trying to stop it.

I wince in pain as she screams loudly. I begin crying again, it hurts so bad. So, so bad. Lydia's scream ends soon after it begins, and Jennifer moves to stand in front of Lydia. "Unbelievable." She breathes. "You have no idea what you are, do you?" She asks.

"The wailing woman. A banshee, right before my eyes." Jennifer can't hurt Lydia. I can't let her. "Leave her alone." I say, louder than before, though my words still jumble together in a messy manner. Jennifer turns to me and tilts her head. "You think you can tell me what to do?"

I force a laugh, but quickly stop as it hurts my head too much. "I can sure as hell try." I spit the words at her, finally being able to talk properly. Soon I regret my decision, as she begins to stalk toward me, an angry look on her face. "You really should've stayed quiet."

Jennifer takes a knife and stabs it right into my thigh. I scream in pain, the blade twists around once. "No, stop." Lydia calls. Pain courses through me, tears falling down my face. Thankfully Jennifer leaves the blade in my thigh, if she took it out I'd die quickly.

Uncontrollable sobs leave my body as the pain blinds me. The metallic smell of blood fills my senses and I know that I'm bleeding out. I'm going to die. I'm going to die at school, and no one is here to save me.

I can't help but allow a bitter thought to fill my head: Scott lied to me. He said he'd come, but he didn't. And now I'm going to die because of it. Weakness begins to fill me, along with an incredibly cold feeling. I assume that means I'm dying. I've lost too much blood. "Help." I whimper in one last attempt to save me and Lydia.

"DROP IT!" My dad's voice cuts through the room, I try to call for him but, my eyes are falling heavy. I can't see anything anymore, the world is fading. No, you have to fight. You can't die now, not in front of dad.

I try and force my eyes to stay open but, it's like I can't control it. Cold nips away at my core, I can feel myself beginning to shake from the immense cold. It feels like I'm vibrating. I faintly hear my dad groan in pain. No. Not my dad. Anyone but him.

My thoughts soon drift, and I try so hard to fight off the darkness that threatens to encase me. I just need to open my eyes, just open them and fight. I look around, and see Stiles falling at my side. I smile at him. "Stiles." I breath, noticing how weak my voice sounds.

"Hold on, okay, Victoria. Just hold on." Stiles orders me and I nod. He saved me, my brother saved me. Before I can think anything else, my eyes fall closed and I feel the darkness take over. I fall into nothingness.

"Is she going to be okay?"

"I need gauze, we have to pack the wound now!"

"Book the OR stat, she doesn't have long."

"Have any of her emergency contacts responded?" "No."

The steady sound of rain and thunder broke my sleep. I opened my eyes quickly, not caring how the lights in the room blinded me. I tried to sit up but was stopped by the pain that shot through my head. I cried out slightly, falling back onto the mattress.

Melissa was standing at my side, her hand grabbed mine and a small smile was on her face. "Melissa? W-where's Stiles? I need my brother." I felt tears threaten to spill over. "Where's my dad?"

"Shh." She shushed me. "Victoria, everything will be okay. Right now, we have to get you out of here." I nod, trying to calm myself down. Melissa helped me sit up, pain coursed through my body with every movement. "Don't put any weight on your left leg, okay?"

I nod in understanding, not quite knowing why. I only know that my thigh hurts really bad. Melissa helped me maneuver over to the wheelchair, so I could sit down. "Why am I at the hospital?" I ask, trying to remember but, coming up blank.

"Let's talk about that when we get you somewhere safe." Melissa brushes off my question. The hospital was crazy, the staff and patients were rushing around in a frenzy. "What's happening?" I ask. Damn, why am I so full of questions?

"There's an evacuation, the storm is pretty bad. You have been cleared by the Doctor, somehow so, we need to get you out of here." I nod. Why isn't my dad and brother here? They're always here with me, whenever I get into trouble. "Where's Scott?" The moment his name leaves my lips, I remember everything.

The torture, my screams, how I almost died. All of it comes rushing back. My head throbs at this and I feel like screaming in frustration. "He's with your brother." Is all she says in reply to my earlier question. I hit the brakes on the wheelchair, stopping us in our tracks.

"Take me to them. Now." I demand. Melissa comes in front of me and shakes her head. "No, it's too dangerous." I shake my head and close my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

"I love you Melissa but, if you don't take me to them now, I'll take myself." I threaten. Melissa looks at me for a moment before nodding. "Okay, they're um, downstairs. Let me just grab something first okay?" I nod and send a fake smile.

She's not going to take me, she's probably going to get a sedative or something. I turn off the brakes and start wheeling myself to the elevator the moment she's out of sight. I round to corner and come to a stop.

Deucalion and Kali were standing there, both facing the elevator. Although, the moment I appeared, the two turned to me. Deucalion smiles at me, "Victoria. It's so lovely to meet you." I feel fear bubble in the pit of my stomach.

"It's nice to meet you as well, I think I took a wrong turn—" Kali walked around me, grabbing the handles of the wheelchair. "You want to see Scott, yes?" I gulp and shake my head. "N-no. I'm looking for the exit." I try to sound convincing but Kali begins pushing me toward the elevator. I should've waited for Melissa.

"Well, so do we." It's not long before Melissa appears, walking to the elevator. Probably looking for me. She pulls out Deucalion's walking cane from the wall, inspecting the dagger at the end.

Deucalion walks up to her and grabs it from her. "Thank you, Ms. McCall." Melissa eyes him, then frowns at me. "You're him, aren't you?" She asks, still eyeing me in worry.

"Him?" Deucalion asks. I bite my lip, nervous for how this will turn out. "The bad guy." Melissa tilts her head. I sigh. "Yup. That's him." I clear my throat and smile up at Kali. "So, what now?" I try to lighten the mood, but fail.

Deucalion took Melissa and I to the PA system and made me talk into it. I press the button. "Uh, c-can I have your attention?" I speak, my voice uneven and hoarse. "Mr. Alpha pack leader—" I hiss in pain as he digs his claws into my shoulder.

"I-I mean, Deucalion, requests you bring Jennifer Blake to the E.R. reception. Do this, and everyone else can leave. He's only giving you ten minutes." Deucalion nods. "Scott, Stiles, please." I beg before letting go of the button.

"Nice touch at the end. I really appreciate the begging for your life." Deucalion smiles at me. I bite my lip and grab onto my stomach in protection. I won't let them get hurt, no matter what. I look to Deucalion.

"What happens if he doesn't come." I ask, voicing the question that has been bugging me. He didn't come when I screamed, why would he come now? "Then you die. Or maybe I'll turn you... Scott wouldn't be too happy about that."

I shoot him a glare. "Just let Melissa go." I beg, hoping I can at least save one person tonight. "Please, just let her go. I'll do anything..." Deucalion tilted his head at this, smiling slightly before turning to Melissa. "Go." He demanded.

Melissa shook her head and turned to me. "I'm not leaving you." She spoke firmly. I send her a small smile. "Melissa go now, I'll be okay. I promise." Melissa nods hesitantly before running out the front doors.

I turn to Deucalion. "Well, what's your price?" I ask, hoping it was something I could give easily. Although, from what I know of Deucalion, his price is going to be something like my soul. "Give me a prediction, seer."

I stumble over my thoughts. "H-how did you know?" I ask. I thought only Scott, Stiles, and Deaton knew. "I have my sources." I nod.

"I'm not too good at this seeing thing but, if I'm going to give you a prediction I need a few things.

Edit: 4/3/2020