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"What is that?" Scott asks Deaton, as Belle sits on a chair quietly.
"Rubbing alcohol," Deaton replies pouring it on a clothh and dabbing it on Scott's wound. "You don't want it to get infected, do you? You will heal the same, just not as quickly because of Derek."
Belle raises her eyebrows, surprised that a vet could know so much about the supernatural. This really is a wierd town, she thinks silently.
"How do you know this? How do you know anything?" Scott asks his boss.
"It's a long story, however I can tell you about your kind?"
"Your kind?"
"You're a druid, aren't you?" Belle speaks up, causing Deaton to turn to her in surprise.
"And who are you?"
"Belle, Belle French."
Deaton raises his eyebrows in shock. "You are the daughter of--"
"Yes," Belle quickly cuts him off, uncomfortable with what he was about to bring up.
Deaton nods getting the hint before turning back to Scott. "This," Deaton says pointing to the body on the table. "This , however is something completely different."
"Well, do you know what it is?" Scott asks, curiously examining the body.
Deaton sighs. "Afraid not. The Argents, and this is a crucial part, they will have a record or book that will have descriptions, histories and notations of all things they have discovered."
"All of the things?" Scott questions. "How many different things are there?" He ask worriedly.
"Someones coming," Scott informs Deaton.
"Quick," Deaton pushes the young werewolf and brunnette girl towards the cabinet.
"I am starting to think I need to buy a more prominate 'closed' sign," Belle hears Deaton say.
"Hello Allen," she hears a mans voice before tuning out of the conversation.
Belle's ears perk up much likes a cats. "Did he say paralytic toxin?" Belle asks Scott.
He furrows his eyebrows. "Yeah, do you think you know what it is?"
"No," she shakes her head.
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"What's wrong with your hand?" Sheriff Stilinski asks his son, noticing how he was rubbing it repeatedly.
"Nothing," he says quickly before sighing. "Can I just get out of here now?"
"Look," Sheriff Stilinski starts. "If there's something you don't think you can tell me--"
Stiles quickly cuts him off. "You think I'm lying?"
"No, no of course not," The Sheriff denies quickly. "I am just worried, if you saw someone do this-- if you are afraid that maybe they will come back and make sure you don't say anything about it.."
"No, I didn't see anything," Stiles says in exasperation, tired of repeating himself. "Now can I please go?"
"Sure," Mr. Stilinski replies, with a slight doubt that his son isn't telling him everything.
"Jeep?"
The Sheriff shakes his head. "Gonna have to impound it, sorry kid, evidence. See you at home."
"Alright, well at least make sure they wash it!" Stiles yells before turning around to see an unfamiliar car park next to him.
The window rolls down, Scott's head popping out after. "Get in," Scott tells his best friend.
Stiles raises his eyebrows. "Uh, okay," he says opening the back door. "Who's car is th-- Belle?"
Belle smiles slightly. "Hey."
Scott turns in his seat to face Stiles. "What wappened?" He asks.
Stiles quickly glances at Belle, trying to silently tell him they need to talk alone.
Scott gets his message and shakes his head. "Don't worry," Scott says glancing at Belle, the small exchange doesn't go unnoticed by Stiles. "She can be trusted."
Stiles raises his eyebrows. "Uh, well yeah okay," he says awkwardly. "Well, you were right Scott," Stiles sighs. "Its not like you... its eyes, there was something about them."
"What do you mean?" Belle asks curiously.
"You, uh, you know like when you see a fiend in a halloween mask, and you feel like you know who its is but you just can't figure out who it is?"
"You saying you know who it is?" Scott asks in surprise.
Stiles sighs. "No," he shakes his head. "But I think it knew me," he says before looking out the window.
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"Dad?! Dad?!" Belle yells running into the house.
"In here!" Her dad calls from the kitchen.
Belle quickly runs towards him, almost slamming into the kitchen counter.
Her father stops chopping the carrots infront of him and raises his eyebrow at his daughter's unusual behavior.
"You know how there's a new supernatural creature in town? You know the one that killed Mr. Lahey, and the hunter, and all those other people."
Mr. French nods his head. "Yeah of course, how could I not? It's everywhere."
Belle smiles, her eyes lighting up. "I know what it is!"
