Chapter 10

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3x09

Deputy Graeme and I were walking through the halls of the school after an anonymous 911 call. We were walking through the halls, our guns in our hands, ready to shoot if needed. As we progressed through the hallways the sound of music got louder and louder. I smelled the air, and picked up the scents of some kids and I heard my heartbeats faintly through the music. Deputy Graeme went to open the door when 7 students came tumbling through the door.

"What are you doing here this late?" She asks one of the kids, Danny.

"Practice for a recital tomorrow night. Why? Something wrong?" Danny asks.

"You haven't seen anyone that shouldn't be around here, have you? Anyone or anything suspicious?" She questions further, he shakes his head then notices the gun in my hands.

"There is something wrong, isn't there?" He asks.

"Someone made a 911 call. All of you need to leave now. Have you seen anyone else? Tell them the same thing." I explain. Danny nods and quickly follows the other to the exit, we let out a sigh of relief and turn down one of the corridors.

"Dispatch, this is Unit 10, do you copy?" She asks into her mic, and receives no reply. "Dispatch, do you copy?" We continue our way through the school, when I hear the very familiar chanting through the mic. I walk in front of her and continue to the locker room.

"This is Deputy Graeme with the Sheriff's department. Step out with you hands in the air." She calls out, receiving no response. "This is the Sheriff's Department. Come out now!" She shouts. We turn the corner and lock eyes with a woman, strangled with a garrote, head bashed in and a slit throat. When she turns away in shock she lets out a scream, I then turn around pointing my gun out, only to see nothing behind me.

"You'll be important." A disorientated voice calls out and smashes my head in. Making my world black.

"Guys.. I found the dead body." Scott told his friends, locking his eyes on the deputy tied to the sign. "But there's another heartbeat but it's faint." He walks over and sees me, lying on the ground unconscious. "Amelia?" Scott frowns and picks me up, rushing back to Allison, Stiles and Lydia. "We need to get her to Deaton."

"She needs to go to the hospital." Allison protests and Scott frowns realising I hadn't told her.

"Not when she's a werewolf." He reluctantly tells her.

"What are you talking about?" She asks.

"She was going to tell you, but i guess she couldn't figure out a way." Scott explains. "How do you think she survived the fall? Deucallion turned her."

"Okay, get her to Deatons." She says and they rush her over.

"Philosophers." I mutter, coming to. "She was a teacher before she was a deputy." I tell them, getting out of Scott's arms. "Same M.O."

"What did the Darach do to you?" Scott asks.

"Said I'll be important, then knocked me over the head with something." I tell him, rubbing my healed head. "I feel like i'm hungover."

"Well you won't have that feeling anymore." Allison tells me and I sigh.

"Ally, I was going to tell you. I just didn't know how." I say to her. "I've got the Alpha's breathing on my neck and you were with Gerard yesterday."

"I guess I kind of knew." She mutters. "You couldn't have survived a fall like that, even Ennis didn't." She says and I flinch slightly at the name.

"Yeah." I sigh. "You guys get out of here, I have to call the sheriff. They nod and leave the scene, I call the sheriff and lots of people crowd around the school. We stay here until morning and when we are packing up, we notice Stiles watching.

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