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trapped wolves

The roaring came first, distracting the girls from the body, from the smell, the horror of what went down in this bank.
Adrianna slowly turned around, looking to the locked door. Werewolves, fighting, that's what the woman meant. Her eyes raised to meet Allisons. She was already looking at her, she could see it in her eyes. Adrianna shook her head, she didn't want to get involved, not with werewolves, not with whatever happened to that girl, not with whatever Allison had dragged her into when they stepped foot into this bank.

Allison looked back to the body, a flash of pain and perhaps guilt washing over her. She took in a deep breath before flinging the door open and running out.

Adrianna sighed, running her hands through her hair. The roars were getting louder, the fighting was becoming more aggressive and Allison just ran straight towards it. Her lips pulled into a straight line as she mentally slapped herself. She was beyond pissed off now.
She ran out of the closet, following the sounds of fighting and crashing.

She rounded the corner just in time to hear something, a familiar voice that followed with an overly familiar feeling, the one she kept feeling.

"No! Don't break the seal!" Derek Hale.

Her eyes flickered to Allison on the ground at the entrance to the main vault, her expression full of concern and helplessness as she stared at someone inside the vault.
"Boyd!" She looked down and shoved something on the ground, breaking whatever seal the person inside had warned her about.

There was a moment of silence, a pause from the fighting, the tension. Suddenly two figures came flying out of the bank, roaring and growling as they fled past her. They were extremely out of control wolves.

Derek suddenly came out of the vault, rage filled inside of him as he grabbed Allison. "What were you thinking!"

Adrianna teleported to her cousins side, for a moment, not caring who saw her. She grabbed Dereks' shoulder and pushed him back so hard he nearly fell on his ass. "Don't touch her."

He stumbled slightly, his eyes still full of rage as he stared at Adrianna. The familiarity was there, the softness and the confusion but he addressed none of it. He broke their glare and looked to Allison, ready to take her head off.

"I had to do something." Allison said firmly.

"She saved our lives."

Adrianna turned to the teenager with blood spilling down his chin, Scott, she believed that's what Deaton called him. She knew those teenagers had a story, she didn't know why she expected Allison not to be involved with it.

"Yeah? And what do you think they're gonna do out there? Do you have any idea what we just set free?" Derek yelled, he was concerned, frightened nearly.

"You want to blame me?" Allison yelled, "Well, I am not the one turning teenagers into killers."

Adrianna frowned, her eyes darting between everyone in the room. She was confused and pissed and just wanted to know what the hell just happened, what was still happening.

Allison started to walk off, grabbing Adrianna's wrist and pulling her with her. She was done with the conversation.

"No. No, that's just the rest of your family." Dereks voice had lessened but the venom was still there, he had a history with Allison, a not so pleasant one.

Allison stopped, turning back to face him. "I made mistakes. Gerard is not my fault."

Adrianna frowned, taking a step back. Gerard, her grandfather, that maniac was here?

"And what about your mother?"

Adrianna's eyes rose to Dereks at Aunt Victorias mention, he knew something, about her death. She stepped forwards, "What do you mean?"

Derek look at her for a split second, a moment of guilt residing in him, a protectiveness that he didn't want her to know of whatever he had to let out. He quickly diverted his gaze to Scott, whom had solemnly sunk back against the vault door. He was dirty and tired and now guilt inside joined in the mess of emotions roaring inside of him.

"What does he mean Scott?" Allison asked, moving her attention to the boy.

Adrianna watched as his breath became quick and he could no longer look into Allisons or her eyes. She felt her stomach twist, he couldn't-he didn't-. She shook her head. She was sick of this conversation, sick of the confusion and overwhelming curiosity. She was angry and she needed fresh air.

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Chris sighed, staring at the brown paper bag that had dropped to the ground. "It has to be the one with the eggs."

"You could always use a cart you know? Although I guess you never really liked the idea of them." Adrianna walked a few steps forwards, picking up the cabbage and the bag with the now broken eggs and holding it out to Chris.

He frowned, although a grateful smile was hidden behind his eyes, he was glad she wasn't still mad at him. He took the bag, "What're you doing here?"

Adrianna crossed her arms back over her chest, clenching her fists tightly. She took in a deep breath, "I um, I'm leaving."

Chris' frown deepened, he opened the boot of his car, carefully placing the bags inside. He rested his hand on the open boot door. "You just got back."

Adrianna pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, slowly nodding. "I know, it's just-It's all very overwhelming. I'd like to leave before things get messy."

Chris nodded, slowly closing the boot door. His hand suddenly flew to his gun and hastily pulled it out, pointing it to someone behind them.

It was Scott.

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