Directions (Sequel to Paths//Teen Wolf Fan Fiction)

Chapter 10

I woke up, feeling completely...fine.

I was in my bed, warm and still in Stiles' jumper, and Stiles was right beside me. At the end of my bed lay Scott on the floor.

"Scott" I whispered, trying not to wake Stiles up.

"Scott" I raised my voice a little. For a werewolf with super hearing he isn't listening very well.

"SCOTT" I yelled. Stiles spazzed out a little, falling off the bed, Scott jumping up and staring at me.

"What are you doing?" I glared at Scott. He was just casually sleeping on my bed with me and my boyfriend.

"Checking you were okay" Scott said as if it were obvious.

"I was sick, not dead" I threw the covers off of my body and stepped out of bed as Stiles stood up from bed.

"You could of been" Stiles chimed in. I whipped around to glare at him as he put his hands up in defense. How in hell do i even put up with these boys?

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"Melissa! Melissa?" I screamed, speeding through the corridor. I wasn't sure what was happening, I wasn't aware of any issue. But there was an accident. And that's all I was told.

"Ms. Gilbert" Someone said. Their voice full of worry and sorrow. I turned to the nurse that had followed me up.

"I'm afraid Scott McCall is dead"

I thought nurses were supposed to be gentle.

I felt every limb go numb, my breath stopped and blood stopped circulating. It felt like drowning all over again.

"No" I whispered, the nurse reached out to me as tears slid down my cheeks. I screamed, grabbing her throat as footsteps pounded towards me. I moved my hand, acting without thinking and biting straight into the nurses neck, letting the blood pour into my mouth. It didn't have the fresh amazing taste it usually did. It was bitter.

I pulled away, sensing the nurse was on the brink of death, but she was taken from my grip by none other than Stiles Stilinski.

"Let go of me" I grumbled, my  veins coming from my eyes and fangs extending. He stood stubborn, glaring at me with tears in her eyes. How couldn't he be crying.

"Clara, you need to listen to me. Scott's okay" Stiles spoke softly. He wiped the hair from my face, clinging to the tears on my face.

"He is?" I asked, my hand clenching around the nurses throat, feeling the blood escape my finger tips.

"It's part of the plan, he'll be okay I promise" Stiles said. But I couldn't smile, I couldn't be happy knowing Scott was okay. Because something else concerned me.

"Stiles...." I said warningly. Stiles looked up to my eyes with concern, the concern he showed me when we first met, the concern I had seen when he came to the woods with me to investigate Derek's house.

"She's dead" I deadpanned. I dropped the nurse, she fell limp, blood all around. Stiles looked panicked, and disgusted, he looked scared but not of me but of the blood on my chin, of the fangs in my gums and the killer in my head. My vampire.

"We'll get this, I promise. It'll be okay just, for now we need to save Scott"

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I tapped my foot nervously, staring at the hospital door, I heard a screech from the roof.

"Liam!" Kira yelled. I looked around nervously, eyes darting to check for people. No one. I grabbed the pipe beside me, launching myself up to the roof to see the bone men. Or ask everyone else called them , the 'beserkers'.

I prefer bone men.

Kira was injured, limping backwards as Liam got off the ground. No way in hell could one little beta take on 2 9 ft bone men. I whistled, getting their attention, winking at them before using my speed to run at them, catching them off guard as i jumped on one of the bone guy's back, snapping his spine and ripping through the bone cage around him, bringing out a heart, but it was grey and shriveled.

"Ew" I whispered, looking up as Liam roared, coming down on the beserkers.

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Nerves sprinted through my body, my hands cold and heart slowly beating. I stared at him. He looked seriously dead, with Kira's heart upon his chest. His heart barely beating as I listened intently. But he came to life, with a roar and a pained expression.

A weight lifted off my shoulders. Scott was alive. Thank god.

Kira held him, he stroked her cheek as she kissed him lovingly. I smiled at the couple. She was no Allison, and she couldn't ever compare. No one could ever compare. But she was certainly right for Scott. I let out a happy tear as I put my hands over my face smiling. Stiles let out a sigh of relief, wrapping his arm around my shoulder for comfort.

"What happened? Did it work?" Scott asked urgently, looking around the room. We all wore solemn expressions, pretty much already giving Scott the answer he needed.

Liam burst through the doors, staring at Kira.

"What?" She asked.

"It's your mother, she's hurt" Liam deadpanned. I heard Kira's heart skip, a confused expression on her face. If I knew Mrs. Yukimura, she's a fighter. We all are. No matter how hurt she is she'll heal.

We all heal.

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I walked into Stiles' room, tying my hair back as I looked around for a towel for the shower. I saw Malia sitting on his bed, staring at the dead pool list. Oh crap.

"Malia?" I said. I didn't particularly like her, but maybe if she liked me she would lay off Stiles, and we could both go our separate ways.

"Where have you been?" I asked sweetly, approaching her slowly. I didn't plan on getting bitten again any time soon, hurts like a bitch and I didn't really have death on my list of things to do before graduation.

"With Peter" She deadpanned, pain in her voice as she stared at the one name on the list, the name I bet confused her more than ever before. Her name, Malia Hale.

"He can help you find your mother..." I nodded, sitting next to her. She was obviously taken aback by my understanding of the situation.

"Yeah" Malia nodded, picking up the piece of paper and walking over to Stiles' board as I stayed on the bed, trying to imagine what it must be like to know your fathers a killer and your mother is unknown.

"I can't begin to understand what it must be like..." I trailed off, fiddling with my fingers as I stood up and walked to her.

"No you can't! I killed my family. I argued with them that night and I told them I wished they were all dead! I killed them. Don't you understand?! I'm a killer, Clara. I'm a killer! Cold-blooded kille-" Malia started to sob, I wrapped my arms around her, letting her sink in to my shoulder and burst into tears.

"It'll be okay. We'll all be okay"