thelxiepeia | s.stilinski

chapter thirty four

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'what? i think stabbing him would be good for me'

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"Toto Derek Hale, you have terrible taste in women! No more dating unless I set you up!" Lottie shouted as she entered the Alpha's loft with her friends in tow. She was furious. Not only had her bad feeling about Jennifer been completely justified, but she'd now taken Papa Stilinski and her boyfriend was devastated, as was she. Oh and she still had Jennifer's blood on her hands, but that was in no way satisfying the bloodlust she currently felt. She would not rest until Jennifer Blake was dead.

"What are you talking about?" Derek asked, confused, taking in the glum looks of Stiles and Scott and the furious look on Lottie's face. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.

"Jennifer? Yeah she's the Darach and she's taken Papa Stilinski. So, you're going to believe me and dump her ass then help us finish her." Lottie explained briefly. Derek pondered what she said before nodding slowly.

"Okay."

"Okay? I was expecting more of an argument or need for proof." Stiles mumbled, loud enough for the Alpha to hear.

"It's Tiny, she'd never lie to me. Not about something like this." Derek shrugged, biting back his disappointment in not only Jennifer, but himself for not realising.

Sighing, Lottie went up to Derek and wrapped him up in a hug tightly, feeling him untense as she held him. Rolling his shoulders, he lifted Lottie and carried her to a hidden spot in his loft, gesturing for the others to follow. Jennifer was there and she was coming up.

"Derek? Derek, where are you?" Jennifer called out to the seemingly empty loft as she entered the room, the perfect picture of horror and worry.

"Right here." Derek replied, stepping out of the shadows to face her, his expression blank.

"Oh thank God." Jennifer sighed as she rushed at him, wrapping her arms around him. Derek couldn't help but notice how unsafe he felt in her arms, the comfort she once brought disappeared the second Lottie told him about Jennifer's true identity. "Something happened at the recital. At the school. I need to tell you before you hear it--before you hear any of it from them." Jennifer began.

"From who?" Derek asked, already knowing the answer.

"Scott, Stiles– Lottie," She practically spat, her facade falling briefly, "They're going to tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me." Jennifer tried. "Promise you'll listen to me."

"I promise." Derek lied as Jennifer pressed her lips to his desperately. But Derek hesitated. Jennifer pulled back, looking in his eyes, noting the lack of reaction, his visible unease.

"They're already here, aren't they?"

Scott, Stiles and Lottie stepped out of their hiding spot, blank looks on all their faces except Stiles, who just looked beyond devastated.

"So they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"

Scott answered instead of Derek, "We told him you're the one killing people."

"Oh, that's right. Committing human sacrifices. Cutting their throats? I probably do it during my lunch hour. That way I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense." Jennifer scoffed a laugh, still trying desperately to get Derek back onside.

"Where's my Dad?" Stiles asked, his voice cracking as a tear fell down his face. Lottie instantly reached for his hand, squeezing it three times, trying to ground him, reminding him she was there and she loved him.