Enduring Love (A Derek Hale Fanfic)

Chapter 6

"So how bad do you want to figure out what you are?" Scott asked as I climbed into Stiles's blue jeep.

I turned to face him and Isaac in the back, "Really bad. You know someone who can help me?"

"I'm not a hundred percent sure, but I have a hunch."

"I'll try about anything."

We drove for a while through Beacon Hills. Not much had changed; Harry's bar still looked as worn down as before, the park I use to visit with Isaac was still being well-used, and the high school looked just as it did 6 years ago.

On our way, I got a chance to catch up on Isaac's life and learn about Scott and Stiles. All three were on the lacrosse team. Apparently, lacrosse had taken the place of basketball as the high school's signature sport. Isaac and Scott were key players, due to their 'wolf powers'. Stiles seldom played.

Scott was dating a girl named Allison, who was the daughter of werewolf hunters. Way to go, Scott. From his thoughts, I found out that Isaac had a crush on the girl, too. Scott was oblivious to the fact. Stiles on the other hand, he had a crush on a girl, Lydia, who had no idea he existed. Poor thing.

Lydia "ruled the school" with her now, co-captain of the lacrosse team, next to Scott, Jackson. He seemed like the typically stuck-up, assoholic jock.

The guy's most recent problem were the Argents, the werewolf hunters, that had suddenly appeared to have revenge for the fallen family member, Kate. Another issue they had, some supernatural creature that was paralyzing and killing people.

"It scratches people's necks to paralyze them, then murders them," Stiles explained.

I contemplated for a moment or two.

"Do you think I'll be like that? A murder?"

"Of course not!" Isaac rushed.

I smiled in gratitude, but the thought remained in the back of my head.

We pulled up to a building with a sign that read: Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.

"You guys brought me to the vet? Is this some sick joke?"

"No," Scott assured, "I work here. My boss has a large knowledge of the supernatural. Or at least, it seems that way."

As we walked through the door, a bald man with darkish skin met us behind the counter. He wore a nice smile.

"Scott, Isaac, Stiles. How are you? And who's your friend here?"

"This is my sister, Bri. We need your help."

The man, who I assumed was the Deaton guy the boys mentioned earlier, looked me up and down hundreds of thoughts running through his head.

It must be true. I thought Tara was just holding onto false hope.

"What about my mother?" I questioned him.

He gave all of us a confused look.

"She can read minds," Stiles informed him.

"Let's moved to the back. Shall we?" Deaton ushered.

The five of us sat or leaned on various spots in the operating room.

"I have known your mother for many years. She was a lovely woman, smart, kind, strong, stubborn."

"Sounds like someone I'm sitting in the same room with right now," Isaac chuckled.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"But your mother had a secret; the one you now carry. Tara was in fact, one of the few remaining vampires. The last of a dying breed, you could say."