Losers~||S.M F.F||~

19

"Sorry, but I don't remember having any more appointments" Mrs. Morrell mumbled not even bothering to look at me and Scott.

"You sure?" Scott asked and she finally looked at us. "Couse we could use a little guidance right now" I said.

Morrell looked at us. "Why are you bothering with me, Scott, Anna, when you know the clock is ticking? When you know someone else is about to be taken?"

"By you" we said in unison.

"Come on, guys. Shouldn't you leave the interrogations to someone like is Stilinski? Or Edwards?" She looked at straight in the eyes.

"Are you the one killing people?" Scott asked.

"Are you listening to my heartbeat Anna?" She asked leaning in. "No. I'm not the one killing people. The truth is, I'm all that stands between Deucalion and the lives of your friends. I was the one pulling the leash taut when they salivating for the bite" she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"He wants a true alpha in his pack. He think it's you two. A little distraction like a few human sacrifices isn't gonna dissuade him from the prize" Morell said.

"We're not an alphas" Scott said.

"But you're well on your way, aren't you two?"

Do you know the feeling when you always played with his hands and now he did? No? You will. Scott stood up letting go of my hand, putting both on her desk.

"Then what is he waiting for? What does he want us to do?" He asked. He look hot.

"He wants to make killers out of you. That's what he does" she hissed. "Watch it" I hissed back.

"But if we kill someone, we can't be the true alphas, right?" Scott asked. "Exactly. You want a psychologist perspective? He's an obsessive who both desires you and is threatened by you. If the obsessive can't  have the object of his desire, he'll choose to destroy it instead. You two either willingly become part of his pack, or he'll make a killer out of you two, destroying the potential to be the true alphas" she said.

"Neither of those is ever going to happen. Neither of those. I would rather die to be a killer... or be part of his pack. Same to Scott. Not the dying thing" I said. 

"Don't be so sure. You're playing his game. And while you're try to figure out what to do next, he's thinking ten times ahead, with checkmates already in sigh" she said.

"Good pep talk" I groaned, grabbing Scott hand walking out of the room.

~~

We was walking towards Scott's locker when we heard scream. Lydia's scream. We sprinted, following the sound. We found classroom with bunch of people outside.

I held for Scott's hand and we passed through those people.

"All we know that Mr. Westover didn't show up for class" Mrs. Blake told Lydia. "And the last time that happened was Mr. Harris. Anyone heard of him lately?" Lydia asked.

"He's gone"

Lydia pulled away from Aiden's arm, approaching the board. "And he's going to be a second murder"

"But, Lydia, you wrote that number" Mrs. Blake said.

"Okay, fine. I'm psychic" Lydia said confidently. Where that confidence coming from?

Mrs. Blake chuckled. "You're psychic?"

"I'm something!" She yelled.

"Something" I whisper for myself. She was bitten. She have to be something. Before I got bitten I was addicted with supernatural. Fairy of death, werewolves, vampires and a lot another. The only supernatural psychic I know is actually...... Banshee. Lydia is a banshee? Fairy of death? Oh Peter really?