The Lonely Life Of An Omega (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 25

  Chapter 25

  I had more important things in life to attend to than Brandon's bruised ego anyway. I had practically begged him to listen to me back there in the house but he had brushed off my comments, as if I was simply lying. Britney had survived and he should have been happy, relieved and yet he was scared. I could tell by the way he looked at her when he had noticed the bite had healed. He was terrified of what she was going to become, questioning everything he lived for, and most of all losing the one girl he couldn't live without. I could say I know what he's going through but I truly don't. To grow up being trained to hunt down what you believe are nothing but monster, things set out in the world to only kill. To have that drilled into your brain since day one then have the one person in the world that you love more than anything tragically turned into the very thing you hunt. I can't possibly imagine what could be going on in his head right now. But it still didn't mean he had to act like such a ass. Britney knew what was happening to her and she had reached out to Brandon for support only to have it thrown right back in her face. As the thought crosses my mind, that's when I remember I just left a disoriented Britney crying in my living room. If she was left alone for to long, who knows what she would do now thanks to Brandon. I rush back up the steps and barge through the door, only to find my suspicions confirmed. Where Britney was laying only moments before was a empty sofa and no traces of her ever being in the room. A cold wind drafts through the house and I turn down the hall to find the back door wide open, facing straight into the reserve's forest. Panic rises up inside of me at the thought of Britney confused and terrified, set loose in the town. She could end up getting hurt or worse, someone else could. I could go after her but if and when I caught her, I wouldn't know what to do. I need to call someone that was a expert at this.

   "Derek, I'm going to need your help." I admit into the phone and I cringe at my own words. I never enjoyed having to rely on other people, especially Derek. But I had already tried contacting Scott, only to get no response. "Never thought I would here those words come out of your mouth." He replies and I can hear screaming distant in the background. "What's going on?" Warning creeps into my voice and he gives a small sigh. "It's nothing. Now what did you need again?" Derek says completely changing the subject and that's when I hear Scott's voice blaring through the speaker. "Derek tell me whats going on." I command and he doesn't answer right away. "It's Stiles, whatever Hunter did to him is causing him to go into some sate of panic." He admits and I have the sudden feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. "Where is he?" I ask as the shrieks continue to progress. "He's at the warehouse." He finally gives in. "I'm coming, right now." I go to end the call but his voice screams at me to stop. "No Lucy, Scott's here and he's taking care of things. Besides it sounds like you have some problems of your own to deal with right now." I know he's right. As much as I wanted to be there for Stiles, Britney was the one that needed my help right now. "It's Britney, Hunter bit her." I explain and the other end of the line goes dead silent. "The hunter?" there's a hint of panic in his voice. "Yes and now I can't find her. She took off into the woods." I don't even have to wait a second for his response. "I'll be at your house in less than five minutes." and with that he ends the conversation.

  Sure enough Derek's right on time pulling his Camero into my driveway five minutes later. I meet him halfway across the lawn and explain the events of the past few hours. When I finally finish, Derek stays silent refusing to say a word. When it becomes clear he's not going to give his consensus, I nod towards the woods peeking out from behind my house. I let Derek lead the way as I tread behind him through the thick, uncut grass and into the dense forestry of the Reserve. We spend what feels like it could have been a good hour looking for Britney, only to fall short every time we caught her trail. At this point I wasn't even looking, not when I couldn't stop thinking about what Stiles was going through right now. I just had to trust Scott could find a way to help him. Just when I thought Derek was going to give up and force us to turn back, I hear it. A small cluster of sobs starting of low but escalating quickly into a cry, but not for help. It was a cry of pure desperation and sadness, a sound so terrifyingly horrible I knew it had to be Brittney. My steps pick up and I start into a quick jog as I round the corner of a group of tall trees and I see her curled up, leaning against a large Oak. It was the same old Britney with her blond hair still knotted and frizzy around her face, now covered in signs of crying. Her face was beat red, and her bright blue eyes were swollen and bloodshot. I lock eyes with her and she lets out another shriek of whining as she turns her back on me. "Get the hell away from me!" She screeches between muffled sobs. Yep, that was defiantly Britney. I ignore her weak attempt at trying to push me away and I lean down in front of her. "Britney crying isn't going to solve anything. If you just let me help I can get you through this." I look to Derek for reinforcements but he stays planted in the shadows. "Help? All you've done is ruin my life. Why would I ever confide in you?" She asks but I can tell its more of a statement than a question. "Because I know what your going through. I wasn't exactly this by choice." she looks up for the first time, giving me a cold, hard glare. "No but you were by fate." She snaps. "And that's much worse." confusion must show on my face because she lowers her head in her knees. "There's no such thing as fate." I find the words even though my head is swimming with questions at what she had said. Britney lets what I say sink in for a moment before letting out a laugh. Not a happy laugh but rather a deranged, almost evil sound. "There's no such thing as werewolves either." She says lifting her head.

  "Look Britney-" I inform her but she cuts me off. "No you look. I'm not some chariot case, mutt that's going to turn into your little lap dog. I will kill myself before ever letting myself turn into one of you, abominations." Well at least her inabilities to speak hasn't changed. "If this is because of what Brandon said, he couldn't be more wrong." I hope bringing up his name would calm her down but the mention of him causes her demeanor to darken. "No Brandon's right, I'm no better than any of you and in a week when that moon reaches it's peak, I turn into the very thing I dreaded. Nothing in the world can make me feel better about that." fresh tears leak down her face. "Britney please, just let us help you." I practically beg. "I'm past helping." She says but I refuse to give up on her whether she cared or not. To busy trying to convince her, I hardly notice Derek creeping towards us until he's looming over Britney. At first I thought he was going to contribute to the conversation, but then I catch a glimpse of his claws and I know he agreed to come here for a entirely other reason than I thought. I reach out to stop him but I'm to late and I watch in horror as he sinks his claws into Britney's stomach. She lets out a blood curdling scream as blood begins to spray from her mouth at a alarming rate. "Derek what are you doing, I thought we were just going to talk to her?" I say in shock. "We're done talking and if she wont listen then we might as well kill her now, save time." He says locking his green eyes with mine. "I can help her." I plead but he shakes his head. " You cant help everyone Lucy, you just can't." He presses harder causing Britney to erupt in a fit of coughs as she tries to catch her breath. He turns away, done talking. But I wasn't dropping the subject just yet. I let out a howl, loud enough to shake the trees and scare away any animals in a five mile radius. I grab his arm and twist it in a unnatural angle until he gives in and lets go with a yelp. "I get it, shes a hunter and she's probably killed before. But that doesn't give you the right to slaughter her in cold blood when she clearly needs our help." I respond and he snatches his arm away from my grasp. "What do you think will happen, when they find out what Hunter did. You don't honestly believe their going to take kindly to him turning one of their own." His voice echos through the trees, drowning out the faint sound of Britney choking. "This isn't my fault and if I could just get them to understand that, maybe they would listen." this suggestion leaves Derek in shock. "Are you even hearing yourself. Hunters don't listen, they kill and ask questions later. That's how they will always be no matter what the circumstances are. If they get a hold of Britney, they wont think twice about putting her down." The look that crosses my face must tell him, I know he's right. But just because Derek was once again right didn't mean I was just going to stand back and watch a life go to waste. "She's like this because she chose to save Hunter and now I can't help but feel responsible for this happening to her. Please Derek, you have to trust me." I plead and unable to withstand the intensity of my locked gaze, he drops his head. "For once can you just trust someone?" the words leave my mouth in a last stitch effort to help Brittney as the blood slows until it's barely dripping from her pale lips. Unfortunately if Derek wasn't going to listen then I would be forced to stop him, and that wouldn't end well for either of us.

  Derek stay's mute as thoughts swirl around in his head. He probably would have stood there like that for hours to if it wasn't for the sound of his phone vibrating through the thick, eerie silence that had formed between us. The metallic smell of blood flows strongly in the air as the sent practically wavers of a now unconscious Britney. It was better she finally passed out anyway, taking away the pain and grief that had started to consume her. Luckily she was healing at a relatively steady pace for getting attacked by a alpha. Everyone knew injuries caused by a alpha did much greater damage then a Beta could ever do, but if you ended up dead it didn't really matter, did it? Derek's frantic voice pulls me out of my haze. "What do you mean he's getting worse." I immediately stop breathing the moment I hear Scott's response. "If I wouldn't have know better, I would have thought he was on the verge of dying any minute now." His voice fills my ears and I can feel the colour drain from my face at the mention of his condition. Derek's eyes flicker towards me before he mumbles something into the phone, to low for me to hear over the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears. Suddenly nothing seems to matter anymore, not Britney, not Derek as he shouts my name, not even Hunter, scared, and deranged Hunter. All that mattered was the sarcastic, lovable man who was always there for me, even in my darkest moments. Even when I didn't want him there. And when he had finally let me go, I didn't realize how much I truly needed him to get me through everyday, how much we all needed him in our life. Now he was at risk of leaving me for good. I had to do something to stop this.