Chapter Twenty-Two: Fights

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The motion of the plan was on, Allison had followed Jackson from his lesson, and I lingered behind Allison, for a moment to make sure she got in alright

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The motion of the plan was on, Allison had followed Jackson from his lesson, and I lingered behind Allison, for a moment to make sure she got in alright. As she crept towards the boys locker room door, it suddenly opened to reveal Matt coming out, looking strangely at her, because she held her heels in her hands. Suddenly, I just remembered that there was a Grimoire still in my locker for emergencies and I think this was one, just in case I needed a stronger spell to subdue Jackson. I left the hallway and began to walk to my locker, going up and down stairs to reach it. As I was half-way there I saw Lydia pass a landing, going to the other side, and seeing Stiles pinned against the wall by Erica.

"Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's real parents?" I heard Erica state as I walked down the stairs.

"Why are you bringing out the claws on camera?" I heard Stiles state as I closed in on them, Stiles had noticed me, his face lit up lightly but not too much to give me away.

"Put the claws away, Erica," I state as I pass her side, and come to the side of Stiles. Her eyes went to mine, they were normal this time around, she wasn't scared or feared me. She moved her hand from Stiles' chest, and put her claws away.

"That's right. You wanna play Catwoman? I'll be your Batman," Stiles states, referring to the Batman films, he's a special one. I grabbed Stiles' arm and dragged him swiftly away from Erica. She's up to something, I can just tell.

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents," Erica began as we stopped at the bottom of the stairs and swiftly turned to face her. "they're about half a mile from here. In Beacon Hills Cemetery," she finished off, then she walked away, leaving Stiles and I stunned.

We looked at one another, but we didn't move. "Get answers," I said to him, as he was gone in a flash -- so to speak. I took my leave to my locker, my feet sweeping the floor, finding my locker with ease. As I reached my locker, I began to twist the dial to the numbers to open it. It unlocked with ease as I pulled open the door to reveal all my books and my notepad, and there it was propped up at the back of the locker, a leather bound old, cracked covered Grimoire.

I forgot my bag at home. I was in a rush...

I quickly took hold of the lather bound book and slammed my locker shut, holding it tight to my chest. Just then, a weird feeling washed over me. It was like the day Erica felt, I felt her emotions, but this wasn't Erica, this felt different. Familiar actually. Suddenly, I picked up a thumping heartbeat, every sound around me, footsteps, lockers being shut, students talking, was cut out. All I could hear was a thumping heartbeat, like two rabbits were going to town. My eyes widened, as I knew who's heartbeat it was...

"Allison," I spoke in a mere whisper, before my feet carried me from my locker and down the hallway, making my way to the boys changing room.

My mind was racing with different possibilities of what was currently happening. I wanted to use my vampire speed but I couldn't camera's were posted everywhere, and students were. My pace picked up as I neared the changing rooms, my Grimoire tight to my chest.

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