horror film {teen wolf}

III

NOSFERATU

The two were speeding to the school in Derek's car, a black Camaro to be precise. Carrie had already decided that it was kick-ass, yet if Derek wouldn't go the speed limit she would kill him herself. Her hands wrapped around her seat belt as she looked over at Derek from the passenger seat. The man rolled his eyes at her theatrics. "Stop it." He ordered. Carrie allowed herself time to roll her own eyes. 

"Drive safer and we wouldn't have to." She mumbled as the whipped into the school parking lot right as the police cruisers pull out. Carrie's eyes trained on Scott's back and Derek skidded to a halt. Her window was unrolled but it was unnecessary as she was already unbuckling to escape Derek's tin can death trap.

"Get in," Derek commanded his eyes going straight to Scott, not even sparing a glance at Carrie. Scott looked from her to him and then back to Carrie.

"What-" She shook her head and motioned for Scott to go to Derek before walking inside. She cursed when she remembered that she left her backpack in the new principles office, Gerard, or whatever. 

Scott turned back to Derek looking furious, "Are you serious?" Derek gave him a pointed look from behind his glasses. "You did that. That's your fault!" The boy practically shouted to the wolf who seemed to weigh whether or not it would be better to just take Carrie instead. 

"I know that," Derek said as if that made up for everything Scott had against him. "Now get in the car and help me." He ordered, his voice softer than usual. Scott could barely make out the desperation as it was clouded by his own anger.

"No," Scott began defiantly, "I've got a better idea." He didn't. "I'm going to call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might have a chance of getting him out of there before the moon goes up." Scott strode closer to the alpha with each word.

Derek shook his head, "Not when they do a real search of the house." This caused Scott to tilt his head as if he was a puppy. 

"What do you mean?" 

Derek rolled his eyes from behind the sunglasses, "Whatever Jackson said to the cops," He inwardly groaned when remembering what Carrie had told him on the way over, "what's in the house is worse." Derek promised the young beta who looked at him in disbelief. "A lot worse." He stressed. Scott looked conflicted before jumping into the passenger seat of the Camaro.

He looked over at Derek who didn't seem to want to say anything, "Are you going to tell me what Carrie is?" Scott asked the alpha who just shook his head. 

Carrie had made her way to the principles office, a fist raised to tap politely on the door when Gerard opened it. He looked cold in demeanor and gave her a warm smile. Contradictions, cool. Carrie thought with a small little gasp an apology already tumbling out of her lips.

"I am so sorry Mr. Argent." Gerard's eyes twinkled with either evil or mischief and she decided that enough had been done today to deal with that. "I left my backpack in here do you mind," Gerard opened the door wider for the young girl.