The Vampire of Beacon-Hills [ENGLISH VERSION]

S2 : Chapter Seventeen

ELENA'S POV :

We decided to take Lydia to the shelter for tonight. Jackson wanted to accompany us strangely. I wonder why. This guy always does everything in his own interest and not that of others. Scott tried to negotiate with Derek but apparently, it's a waste of time. So we finally arrive at his place and Stiles locks all the locks before looking out the window. Honestly, in the discretion genre, we've seen better. He turns around and sees Lydia's surprised look. Ours is rather discouraged by her super shady behavior.

"Uh... there have been quite a few burglaries in the area," he justifies himself.

He retrieves a chair to block the door in addition to the three bolts. If I wasn't already, I'm definitely desperate now.

"And also a murder. A real bloodbath."

Allison signals to Jackson and he takes Lydia upstairs to talk to her. Not knowing about the supernatural, it's best if she stays away if things go wrong.

•••

It's dark and Derek and his Betas are waiting in front of the house. We won't have a choice. The confrontation is definitely going to happen. And something tells me it's not going to be a very friendly encounter.

"Okay, I'm going to check that Lydia and Jackson are still safe and that the other entrances are closed," I say before heading towards the stairs.

I check that everything is okay up there, and listen for just a second to the conversation between Lydia and Jackson to make sure everything is okay.
When I come back, I see Isaac standing right in front of Stiles, all claws out, ready to tear his skin.

I step between the two boys and grab his arm.

"The vampire is coming to join the party ?"

"He's coming to kick your ass instead," I growl.

"You know that one bite is enough for me to kill you ?"

"But unlike you, I have over 850 years of experience. And I'm much faster." I give him a first elbow in the jaw followed by another in the stomach. In a few seconds, he is on the ground like his two little friends who were measuring themselves against Scott and Allison's crossbow. We drag them outside and throw them at the feet of their Alpha before going out in turn under the porch.

"I think I finally understood why you refuse to be with me, Scott," Derek declares. "You are not an Omega. You are already an Alpha, and you have your own pack. But you know that you will not be able to beat me."

No time to spread out in politeness any longer. A noise coming from the roof alerts us. Turning around, we see the kanima running away from the house. However, Lydia comes out no less than two seconds later, yelling at us to explain to her what is happening.

Jackson.

He is the kanima.

•••

I arrive in front of a building made of brick with the inscription "Jungle" on the front. The guys asked me to meet them here.

"A gay club ?"

"We just saw the kanima come in," Scott tells me.

"But what would Jackson be doing here ?"

"In my opinion, either he changed his sexual orientation," I suppose, "or it's his master who wants to do some reconnaissance."

We head towards the back door and Stiles tries to open it but it's locked. He sighs. "With a bit of luck, there's an open window not too high or I don't know..."

Scott passes in front of him and opens it thanks to his superhuman strength.

"Or a doorknob that wouldn't resist a supernatural force. Why didn't I think of that ?"

"You really need to think about connecting your two neurons together from time to time," the hyperactive kid mock. "I'm sure they'd be happy to communicate."

"Ha ha, very funny."

I like to tease him about it. Especially since he's a very intelligent boy in reality.

We manage to slip through the crowd and arrive at the bar.

"Three beers," Stiles orders.

"ID."

They take out their IDs and hand them to the bartender.

"Wouldn't sodas be better," he asks when he sees their ages.

"With a dash of whiskey then."

The bartender stares at him for a moment.

"Sodas is good," Stiles finally says satisfied.

I sigh and look the bartender in the eye. "You'll get us two beers and a jägerbomb for me, please."

He nods and goes to get our drinks without adding anything.

"Wow that was super cool."

I smile "The perks of being a vampire."

Another bartender comes over with our drinks before turning to Scott. "This one's already paid for."

He nods to a boy who raises his beer with a big smile to greet him.

Scott turns to us.

"Oh come on, shut up."

"What, what did I say," the wolf laughs.

"Nothing, it's all in the smile."

"And to think that usually I'm the one who gets paid for drinks," I complain.

"You pay in cash or by card," asks the one who served us.

"Maybe you could give it to us as a gift," I suggest, my pupils fixed on his.

He smiles and nods. "Gift from the house."

"That's so nice," I thank him.

We sit with our backs to the bar to watch the crowd dancing. For the moment, nothing to report but we remain on our guard.

"I spotted Danis," Stiles finally declares.

"And me, Jackson."

We look up in the direction Scott indicated to see him transform, walking on the ceiling, just above his best friend.

"Well when you have to..." I finish my drink in one go before putting it back on the counter.

We split up so we can surround him and stop him more easily. Unfortunately, the steam engines start up, completely obstructing our vision. When it finally begins to dissipate, a dozen people are on the ground, paralyzed. Appearing out of nowhere, Derek sinks his claws into the back of the kanima. The crowd starts screaming and scattering as the creature manages to break free and run away.

•••

It took us several minutes to find Jackson but we did. He was detransformed and slightly knocked out. We put him in the back of the jeep. Stiles' dad spotted us so our friend went down to find him to distract him and assure him that everything was okay. I watch the two Stilinskis talking when Jackson slowly starts to wake up and make noise.

"Jackson, shut up."

"What's going on ?"

"No, no, no, go back to sleep," Scott begs him.

"Jackson," I got his attention. "I'm sorry." I punch him which knocks him out again before turning to Scott. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

The sheriff turns to the car so we wave and smile as a greeting. A few minutes later, Stiles comes back and drives off.