The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter Nineteen: Strong

Jackson was right under Danny, who was below on the dance floor. "Get Danny," Scott states, as his eyes never left the ceiling.

"What're you gonna do?" Stiles asked Scott, who flicked down his fingers which extended his claws in that hand. "Works for me," he replied, not a lot of emotional tone in his voice as he walks into the dance floor, engulfed in the crowd.

Scott began to walk forward, his eyes glued to the ceiling, watching Jackson carefully. I placed my drink back down, not even taking a sip out of the straw that was given. I couldn't hear much as the music was pounding from every corner of the room.

I followed behind Scott, pushing against guys who blocked our paths. Smoke started to appear on the dance floor as it came from above, the smoke machines that were producing it were blurring our eyes to find Jackson on the ceiling. After a moment it cleared, and Jackson wasn't on the ceiling anymore. We stood still, looking on the ceiling to see if we could find him, but it wasn't going well. Smoke started to spurt out of the machines once again, descending down on the crowd. Lights were flashing, music blasting in my ears, it was hard to concentrate. Scott and I kept moving through the dance floor, I kept close to his back.

Suddenly, I heard thumping sounds, like people dropping to the ground. Scott and I push through the dance floor, hoping to find the source. "Jackson!" Scott shouts to him, hoping to stop what he was doing.

Just then, piercing red eyes passed through the smoke, heading straight for Jackson. It was Derek. "Derek!" I yelled to try and stop him, but there were too many people in the way to get passed to actually stop him. I could hear Derek growl lowly, before he swung his clawed hand out to Jackson, slashing his throat open as it ended up Jackson screaming in the Kanima form.

People on the dance floor erupted into screams, all panicked as they ran from the dance floor, creating space to see the fallen guys on the floor. I turn 360 swiftly, looking for Jackson or Derek, but not finding them. Also Scott was missing, I couldn't find him either.

Just then, someone touched my shoulder, making me spin to be faced with Stiles. I took a sigh, as he held my hand and started to drag me through the card and to the back exit of the club. He pushed open the door as he let go of my hand, as we both then darted out and into the parking lot.

As we ran down the parking lot, we came to a halt, seeing Scott over a bloody -now human- Jackson. Who was still alive, I could hear his heart beating in his chest.

"What do we do with him now?" Scott asks, panic laced in his voice, as his gaze turned to Jackson and to us. Stiles and I share a look, before eyeing Jackson back up.

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We helped Scott clean up Jackson, as we didn't want everyone staring at us with a bloody teenager. Then after we cleaned him up, we got him to Stiles' jeep, and placed a blanket over his naked body. Stiles stayed in his jeep as I stayed with him, to keep an eye on Jackson, to make sure he didn't wake up.

"I can't believe it," I spoke in a whisper, but loud enough for Stiles to hear me, making him turn his gaze towards me.

"What?" He replied, not sure what I was talking about, his face frowning.

"That Jackson's the Kanima, and I didn't see it coming," I replied to him, my gaze casting from his whisky eyes out of the window, to see Scott talking to Danny.

"None of us could have known," Stiles tried to comfort me in a way, but I should have seen the signs, I should have seen it.

My eyes cast back to meet his. "I should have known," my voice quieted as I looked directly into his eyes, and he knew I was clearly upset by it. "Take care of him," I cast my gaze to the back seats where Jackson lays asleep. Before, I pushed open the side door, and got out, just in time for Scott who was coming to the jeep. I passed him without a word, I could feel his eyes upon me, but I continued to walk away from the jeep.