Damaged ♈
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“Derek? - Derek, where are you?” Jennifer runs into the loft searching for Derek. Derek turns around and walks towards her. “Right here,” he says looking over at her. Jennifer sighs running towards him.
She runs into his arms. “Thank God,” she whispers hugging him. “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,” Jennifer tells Derek.
“From who?” he asks her.
“Scott, Stiles, Layla. They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? - You trust me,” Jennifer begs him causing the strawberry blonde behind the wall to roll her eyes.
“What is it?”
“Promise you'll listen to me,” Jennifer says. Derek looks down at her. "I promise.” Jennifer smiles before kissing. She pulls away and looks at the Alpha. “They're already here, aren't they?” Jennifer says and the three walks out behind the wall.
“So they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?” Jennifer asks Derek. Layla rolls her eyes at her innocent act. “We told him you're the one killing people,” Scott corrects her. “Oh, that's right. Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense,” Jennifer lies playing the innocent little flower.
“Where's my dad?” Stiles asks her. “How should I know? Derek, tell me you don't believe this,” Jennifer says looking at him. “Do you know what happened to Stiles's father?” Derek asks her.
“No.”
Layla steps forward. “Ask her why she almost killed my sister,” Layla says glaring at the woman. “Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that,” Jennifer lies.
Layla wanted to strangle the woman with her bare hands.
“What do you know?”
“I know that these boys, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story,” she says before adding, “And one they can't prove, by the way.”
Scott lifts up the jar they got from Deaton. “What if we can?” he asks her. “What is that?” Jennifer asks him. “My boss told me it's a poison and a cure which means you can use it and it can be used against you,” he says stepping forward while opening the jar. “Mistletoe?”
He throws it towards him and they watch as her face changes into the face of the Darach. Layla now knew why she kept drawing that face. Derek looks at her and she tries to run but he stops her, by grabbing her by the neck.
“Derek, wait, wait! - You need me,” Jennifer tells him. Layla watch as Derek flicks his claws out. He can't kill her. “What are you?” he asks her through gritted teeth.
“The only person who can save your sister. Call Peter. Call him!”
Derek looks at the teengers before taking out his phone and dialing Peter's number. “How's it going there?” he asks his uncle.
“It's not good. She's in and out of consciousness. She's vomiting up black blood along with one other alarming substance.”
“Mistletoe,” Derek mumbles. “How did you know that?”
Derek groans hanging up. “Derek. Derek, what are you doing?” Scott asks when he notices his hand tightening around her throat.
“Her life. . .it's in my hands!” Jennifer tells her.
Layla's eyes widen when Derek lifts Jennifer up in the air. “Stop. Derek, stop!” Stiles says. He knew if she died they won't be able to find his dad.
