ELEVEN - GUNS

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I wake up gasping for air. I was alone in the middle of a parking lot not knowing what happened, but I knew something definitely did. I get up and unaware of what to do, walk towards Derek, who was with his pack, trying to keep them locked up during the full moon.

When I arrive, he's nowhere to be found. I get on the old bus where Erica, Isaac, and Boyd were. As I show up, they immediately try to kill me, so I walk away and start to get worried.

I look around trying to catch his sent but fail.  I grab the flip phone in my pocket and dial Scott's number.

Nothing.

I try again but nothing. Just to be sure, I try for the last time, and after a while, he picks up.

"Amber..." Scott greats and I can tell something's wrong. "Is... uhm... is everything okay?"

He asks and I can hear someone's breath and some noise in the background.

"Yeah..." I hesitate as I try to hear for something that would tell me where he was.

"Why did you call?" He asks me as fast as he could.

"I was just bored I guess..." I come up with an excuse that wouldn't evolve saying Derek's name.

"Matt!" I hear the Sheriff screaming.

"I-I can't talk right now." Scott shutters as he groans in pain and I turn off the phone, walking towards the police station.

I run towards a man entering a car, grabbing his shoulder and pushing to look at me.

"Give me the keys and leave," I order and he does as I say, walking away as if nothing happened.

I get in and drive towards my destiny. As soon as I get there, I jump out of the car and try my best to keep quiet and get in.

I open the door as slowly as I can and get my fangs and claws out. My eyes turn the reddish color they always do and I walk in. I open one of the doors and see Derek and Stiles laying on the floor. Paralyzed.

I put my index finger in front of my mouth signalizing them to keep quiet. They do, and I walk past them and follow Matt's voice.

Before I'm able to reach them, the lights get shut off and I can see car light's outside the window. I'm not able to react fast enough when the windows break and a bullet comes straight into my shoulder. I groan in pain as I take cover and try my best to reach Derek and Stiles.

The guns stop but soon enough, smoke starts to appear in the air from the smoke bombs they had sent inside. I get up and notice that Scott must already help Stiles so I help Derek up, groaning in pain as my shoulder kept bleeding.

Doing this in high heels and a dress was not fun.

"You've been shot." Derek states as I try to get him somewhere the hunters outside won't found.

"No shit." I groan as I struggle to hold him. "Can you walk?"

"No," he groans. "I was trying to heal faster but I couldn't-" I look at his leg noticing marks of his claws.

I stop walking and lock us both inside one of the rooms.

"Sorry about this, but it's our best shot." I tell him before scratching his just, opening five scratch wounds that immediately start trying to heal. "Did it work?"

"I think so." He replies as he starts being able to move his hand.

"Good, cause I need you to take a bullet off my shoulder."

After a few seconds, he gets up and I thank God that we probably wouldn't die today. He looks at me and I nod as he sticks his fingers into the wound on my shoulder making me scream as loud as I could. He takes out the bullet and I breathe out in relief as the wound starts to heal.

"Go to the loft," Derek tells me as he gets up and I get up too, struggling to keep up but trying my best to hide it.

"No. I gonna help you."

"You're hurt-"

"I'm fine, Derek. I'm not ten." I tell him but he stops me from walking fother. "Plus, I'm already dead, what the worst that can happen?"

"You dying again. Go, Amber." I take a deep breath at his request. "Please."

I nod and he nods back, trying to walk away but I grab his arm, kissing him before letting him go.

"I'm gonna wait for you on the loft." I tell him.

"I'll be there." he assures and walks out as I do the same.

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