Now you see me, now you don't {S.S}

Chapter 37

I snorted as I walked passed Liam and saw Kira twist her ankle on the last couple of steps.

"Hey Kira! Send me a postcard on your next trip!" She sent me a dirty look before I helped her up, the two of us laughing. Liam came over too.

"Are you okay?" Guess Liam had seen her faceplant like an idiot, although owning it.

"Hm? Yeah. Hey, do you want to go to a party tonight?" Liam looked to me and I nodded, confirming that there was one. He smiled, nodding a little.

"Sure."

"Werewolf, werecoyote, banshee...fox?" Liam was pointing to each of us, trying to get his head around wat each of us were.

"Kitsune, but fox works."

"What are you two?" He nodded to Stiles and I.

"Uh, for a little while, I was possessed by an evil spirit. It was very evil."

"What are you now?"

"He's human." I answered for him since Stiles couldn't seem to find the words. "And I'm a ghost. Now that everyone's supernatural species is introduced, why don't we continue?"

"Are those for me?" Liam asked and I looked to Malia as she was the next to speak.

"No, they're for me." Her eyes flashed blue.

"How did you do that?"

"You'll learn, but first, you need to get through the full moon."

As the night went on, I was unable to enjoy the party, following Lydia around out of boredom.

"Lydia, kitchen!" I called out as a man walked in with a beer keg. The red head followed the sound of my voice. She looked the man up and down, looking to me as I shrugged.

"Okay...I didn't order a keg of beer." She tilted her head. "Especially not domestic."

"Somebody ordered it." Lydia looked back to me to see if I had ordered it. I shook my head, raising my eyebrows, just as surprised as she was at it's sudden appearance. "Are you trying to tell me no one here wants to drink?" I sighed, sending the red head a look and a shrug, picking up the glass from on Lydia's computer.

"Who put that there?" I shrugged and moved it away from the computer.

"Lyds, you deal with the beer, I'll deal with the wine..." She nodded, turning her attention back to the delivery guy with a drained sigh. There was a blonde boy, Garret, stood behind me. I stared at him before pulling the bottle of wine from his hands. He stared at me and I sent him a forced, sarcastic smile.

"Sorry, wine's off-limits." I set the bottle on the side as Lydia pointed over to the stairs. I looked over and noticed one of the Freshman heading upstairs. "I'll go." She nodded, sending me a thankful smile as I hurried off, following this kid up the stairs. I found him in this strangely white room. 70's, maybe 80's vibes. "What are you doing up here?" He whipped around, surprised to see me.

"I was looking for Liam."

"Yeah, well, clearly he's not up here. I'm gonna go get Lydia. If you stay up here looking for him, she's coming up to talk to you."

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Lydia's party had been held almost two weeks ago, currently it was Thursday. The day of the lacrosse scrimmage. Over the last 2 weeks, a girl had died, a dead-pool had been revealed with a list of 12 supernatural names, only being 1/3 of the list...All of my friends, well most of my friends, were on the list so far, I was not.

"We're going to break you in half out there, and it's gonna be all your fault-"

"Hi, yeah, no, move." I pushed the very tall and built blond teenager away from Liam. "It would be greatly appreciated if you didn't threaten our players, or at least save that pent up aggression for the field." This boy's gree eyes bore into my own as I stood in front of the younger teenager, who was clenching his fists so tightly that they were beginning to bleed. "He payed for the car, he got kicked out. Everything's been dealt with, get over it."

"And are you playing tonight?" He was quiet for literally a second. "Didn't think so. Too delicate for lacrosse." I forced a smile.

"I'm on the team. I have a surprising amount of aggression built up since Freshman year, it works for Coach enough that he let me on the team." I let a sickly smile cross my lips as my eyes met his. "When we beat you, I want to see those bright yellow eyes of yours light up with the frustration that you got your ass beat by a girl." He perked up a bit as Stiles and Scott pulled Liam away.

"Yellow?" He asked and I nodded with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah. Bright, yellow."

Kira and Scott were having a little conversation while I was leaning back and spinning a lacrosse stick on its end out of boredom.

"Right, let's go! Let's go, come on!" I watched as players ran onto the field. Coach and I had agreed that I wouldn't play today since I had almost recovered from my little stab, but neither of us wanted to risk me getting hurt even more. I'm not going to lie...I found Lacrosse fairly boring...I only signed up for it for the extra credit...

I walked the corridors and found myself by the locker rooms. Dad and Scott were talking, the police were hear, and a Freshman was being arrested.

"Sheriff, what is that? Is that the weapon?" I went over to my family as my dad spoke to Stiles'.

"Yeah, it's a thermo-cut wire." Something seemed to click inside my dad's head just as I reached Scott, grabbing his arm to catch up to them.

"She tried to kill you?" My brother nodded and I followed after him, my arm now linked with his as we walked with the Sheriff.

"Parrish, hold up." The deputy stopped, the Freshman girl stopping too since he was in charge of detaining her. When the deputy looked to me, I smiled, knowing he had recognised me. He sent me a nod in return. "Thermo-cut wire's a very unusual weapon, Violet.." I let go of Scott and followed my dad down the corridor. "Now we've got a file at the Bureau on something similar. Used in over a dozen murders." It had been a while since I had seen my dad in casual clothing, it was usually suits...

"I don't know what you're talking about. I just go to school here."

"Maybe we should call your parents then." Violet stared at dad. "Oh, no. That's right. You don't have any parents." I pursed my lips to supress a laugh, staring down at the floor with an 'oop- no, he didn't go there~' kind of face. Violet glared at him menacingly and I looked up, sucking on my cheeks with wide eyes. "That's why they call you 'The Orphans'." Parrish took Violet away and my dad looked down to me and the Sheriff, although speaking to Mr Stilinski. "We need to find her boyfriend, Garret." Just as my dad wandered off, I hurried after him.

"Garret should be on the field. He's on the lacrosse team."

"Try and find him, check if he's out there." I nodded and went back over to Scott, Liam now with him.

"Coach!" The Sheriff called out. "I'm gonna need both their locker numbers. And someone find me a set of bolt cutters."

"Stiles probably has a pair of those. I'll go check his locker." I sighed as I passed Mr Stilinski, heading over to his son's locker.

"Wait, what?"

"Eh, he had a bunch of chains in there once, wouldn't be surprised if he had cutters."