The Bastard Child ~Teen Wolf

Chapter Fifty Three

Chapter Fifty Three

Mac's POV

"Mac, wake up." I heard and felt someone shaking me. I opened my eyes and groaned in pain. My back was on fire. I looked up to see my brother, blood on his face.

"What happened?" I asked and sat up quickly remembering where we were and what happened. "Where's Jennifer?"

"She's gone." Scott said and helped me up. I looked over to see Stiles comforting Lydia. Mr. S no where to be seen.

"Where's the Sheriff?" I asked, no one answered. I looked at the three people on the room with me. "Stiles, where is your dad?"

"Ms. Blake took him." He responded, tears in his eyes. I went up and wrapped him in a hug. He gripped me tightly.

"We have to tell Derek." Scott said. I looked at Lydia. She looked scared out of her mind.

"Go, I'll be fine." She said and we all ran out of the room. We headed to Stiles' jeep and raced to Derek's loft.

"Derek!" I yelled once we got past the door.

"What are you guys doing here?" He asked, coming down the stairs.

"It's Jennifer. She's the one killing people." I said.

"Come on, Mac. Seriously? I know you don't like her, but that's just crazy." Derek replied.

"She tried to kill Lydia! She took my dad!" Stiles yelled. His eyes red and full of tears.

"Wait, you're serious?" Derek said.

"Yes. She's the Darach." Scott said. "Do you have mistletoe? We can prove it."

"Yeah, its in the back." Derek said. Scott and Stiles took off to the back room where Derek said the mistletoe was. Derek looked so torn. I walked up to him, and touched his face.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"Why are you sorry?" He asked.

"Because you keep falling for crazy people who are murders." I replied and he chuckled and looked me in the eyes.

"You aren't a crazy murderer." Derek said.

"Yeah, yeah I am." I responded back quietly, looking away. Derek put his hand on mine touching his face, and moved my head so I was looking at him. Before anyone could say anything, he turned his head to the door.

"Someone's coming. Hide." He said, I nodded and ran to where Stiles and my brother were. We listened to the door opening and sure enough, Jennifer walked in.

"Derek? Derek where are you?" She asked. Her voice had a panic in it. If I didn't know exactly what she was or what she did, I would've believed she was really in danger.

"Right here." I heard Derek say.

"Thank god." Jennifer said, sounded relieved, "Something happened at the recital. At the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it, before you hear any of it from them."

"From who?" Derek asked like he was confused. He's a pretty good actor.

"Scott, Stiles, and Mac." Jennifer said, "They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me."

"What is it?" Derek asked.

"Promise you'll listen to me?" Jennifer asked in a pleading voice.

"I promise." Derek replied. There was silence for a second.

"They're already here, aren't they?" Jennifer asked. The three of us walked around the corner. "So... they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"

"We told home you're the one killing people." Scott said.

"Oh, that's right." Jennifer says with a sarcastic chuckle, "Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it in my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That's makes perfect sense."

"Where's my dad?" Stiles asked.

"How should I know?" Jennifer responded and looked back at Derek, "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."

"Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?" Derek asked looking at us.

"No." Jennifer said, shaking her head.

"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia." I said.

"Lydia Martin?" Jennifer asked like she was offended, "I don't know anything about that."

"What do you know?" Derek asked, starting to sound a little angry.

"I know what these boys, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story. It was probably all of Mackinzy's idea. She's obsessed with you. She wants to break us up. Turn you against me." She said. I growled in anger but Scott grabbed my hand, to stop me from doing anything. "This whole thing is crazy. This in an sick story, and one they can't prove, by the way."

"What if we can?" Scott said, holding up the jar of mistletoe.

"What is that?" Jennifer asked.

"My boss told me it's a poison and a cure. Which means you can use it and it can be used against you." Scott said. Derek started backing away from her.

"Mistletoe?" Jennifer asked in disdain. Scott threw the powder at her. It covered her, making her image glitch between her true form and how she made herself look. She gasped as the mistletoe fell to the ground. She tried to run but Derek grabbed her by the throat.

"Derek, wait, wait." She said. He flicked out his claws. "You need me."

"What are you?" Derek asked in anger.

"The only person who can save your sister." She said gasping for air. "Call Peter. Call him!" Derek whipped out his phone and dialed his uncle.

"How's Cora doing?" Derek asked when Peter answered. Derek put it on speaker.

"It's not good. She's in and out of consciousness. She's vomiting up black blood along with one other alarming substance." Peter said.

"Mistletoe." Derek said.

"How did you know that?" Peter asked. Derek hung up the phone. Derek started chocking her even harder.

"Derek, Derek what are you doing?" Scott asked.

"Her life, its in my hands." Jennifer said. Derek lifted her off the ground,

"Stop, Derek stop." Stiles said.

"Stilinski, you'll never find him." Jennifer chocked out.

"Derek." Scott said.

"Derek!" I yelled. He dropped her. She gasped for breathe. She looked up with a smile.

"That's right. You need me." She said looking at Derek, then turned her head to us, "All of you."

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I'm so mad she used Derek and hurt him. She poisoned his sister, she killed all these people, she made herself seem like an innocent. I hate her guts.

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