The drive to the Police station was short. Derek and I didn't talk the rest of the way there, silence had filled the air between us. As I sat beside him worrying my ass off because my magic is faulty, but being alive for so long one can hide their emotions.We both exited his car as we made our way to the front door, Derek going in first and I close behind. Once I stepped through the doors, a strong wave of blood rushed to my nostrils, and it was strong. I assume Derek had also smelt it, but before we could do anything else. I was grabbed strongly by the back of the neck, and I knew who it was... Jackson...
Before Derek could do anything, Jackson had slashed the back of his neck with his claw. Derek's legs began to give way, but Jackson quickly holds onto Derek, before pushing us all forward towards a door that leads to the Sheriff's office. The door was closed, Jackson had held Derek out to the closed door, and he held me behind Derek.
The door slowly began to open, until it had opened fully. "Oh, thank God," I heard Scott's voice, but Jackson had let go of Derek, who started to lean forward to the floor. Until, he fell to the floor and glided across it into the room, and laid on his back paralysed.
Jackson's grip on my neck tightened as he pushes me forward into the room. Scott and Stiles looked at me worriedly, as I struggled against his hold. I see Matt holding a gun in his hand, and then it all came together... He's the one controlling Jackson.
Jackson let go of my neck as Matt looked at me, I gasped slightly as I rubbed my hand over the back of my neck. I had stood at the left side of Stiles. My gaze on Matt, who smiled at me. "Ah, Alice. Lovely for you to join us," Matt had said, before taking a few steps bending over to look at Derek.
"This is the one who's controlling him?" Derek had asked, no body movement at all. "This kid?" He wasn't convinced that Matt was the one killing people.
"Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's--that's right," Matt states as he leans back up to look at Scott, Stiles and I. "I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas--" he states before he locked eyes with me. "Witches. Say, do you have a wand Alice?" Matt states as he raised an eyebrow at me.
"Yeah, and I'm going to shove it so far up your ass, you'll be pooping rainbows," I snapped at him, he nodded his head side-ways as he locked eyes with Jackson. Just then, I felt a pain at the back of my neck, before my legs went numb and as did the rest of my body. I heard Scott and Stiles protest on what he did but they couldn't do much.
I stumbled forward slight, before falling forward and landing on top on Derek. My hair had flapped in his face, as he started to make those sounds you make when you get a mouthful...
"It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Expect for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?" Matt had asked and knowing Stiles he'll come back will be a joke.
"Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a winter time thing. You know, seasonal," and with his witty remark, I had heard the cut and the smell of fresh blood.
"Hey!" I heard Scott yell.
"Bitch," Stiles states before dropping to the floor, but luckily he dropped next to me on his belly. Though my face was turned away from Derek's, I could sense that he didn't like my hair in his face.
"Get her off of me," Derek states grumpily, like he didn't like me around.
"Oh, I don't know, Derek," out of the corner of my eye, I could see Matt bending over to look at us two. "I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless," Matt states to Derek, though it was true.
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The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)
FanfictionAfter Alice's sacrifice to save Scott, she was laid to rest. But Scott and his friends unknowing what she really was, she came back to the land of the living. Just in time for a new threat that snakes it's way into her's and her friends' lives. Will...