Azure

Chapter 6-Bullet

"If Derek's not the alpha, if he's not the one who bit you, who did?" Stiles asked as he lent forward to talk to Scott.
I was sat on Scott's right, looking over and listening to their conversation.
"It's not me and i don't know who it is" I defended quietly as Stiles sent me a look.
"I don't know" Scott hissed.
I watched as Stiles sat back before popping forward again.
"Did the alpha kill the bus driver?" He asked again as Scott responded with the same answer.
I tuned out of their conversation, knowing it was leading nowhere. I decided to listen when Stiles talked about de-balling.
"Wait, what?" I asked, staring at the pair.
My eyes focused on the paper on Scott's desk, a red 'D-' on the top of it.
"Scott's studying with Allison" Stiles repeated as i nodded.

"I'm studying with Izzy tonight" i threw in nonchalantly as Stiles wiggled his eyebrows.
"Oooh" He whispered with a grin.
"Because you have such a depressing love life, i'll let you in on a little secret," I began as Stiles lent over with feigned hurt yet interest, "me and Izzy made it official last night"
Stiles smiled giddily like a teenage girl as Scott was lost in his depression over his grade.
"See, at least i know Nat has an interesting life"

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"So who pays for your house?" Izzy asked as we exited school towards my car.
"My family has a vault. We've got millions from previous generations" i shrugged.
"Damn i made a good choice" she joked as i rolled my eyes, nudging her playfully.
Before we could carry on, Stiles' jeep screeched to a stop in front of us. Inches away from hitting someone. My brother. I rushed over kneeling beside him as Stiles, Izzy and Scott joined me.
"What happened, are you okay?" I asked, not used to seeing my brother looking so pale and weak.
The stench of dried blood hit my nose, making it scrunch up in disgust. There was a bandage wrapped around his arm, stained in blood.
"What are you doing here? Get up" Scott hissed as i glared at him.
Although my brother was threatening to kill one of my friends a few days ago, doesn't mean i didn't love him. As the saying goes, just because you love someone doesn't mean you like them all the time.

"Dude, he's not looking to good" Stiles said anxiously.
"No shit" i responded as Stiles held his hands up in defence.
"I was shot" Derek croaked out, his skin sweaty and pale.
Derek tries to push himself up as i put my hand to his back, helping him sit up.
"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asked in panic as people surrounded us to watch.
"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet-" Derek began.
"A silver bullet?" Stiles cluelessly asked.
"No you idiot" Izzy said as Scott glanced at people worriedly.
"Wait a minute," Scott mumbled, "that's what she meant when she said 48 hours"
"What? Who said that?" I fired, chancing a glance round to see a small group watching up.
It'll eventually get bigger if we didn't move soon.
"The one who shot him-" Scott began as Derek sucked in a sharp breath.

His eyes turned blue, making everyone's widen in our little circle.
"What're you doing? Stop that" Scott said, panic clear in his tone.
"I can't" Derek hissed through the pain.
I brought my brother into a hug, hiding his face in the crook of my neck so people can't see his eyes.
"We need to move" Izzy hissed as horns blared from behind Stiles' jeep.
"Help me put him in your car" Scott said to Stiles as he spluttered out excuses.
"What about Nat's car?" Stiles defended.
"For one, yours is a shed, mine's expensive. Second, yours is a lot closer" i hissed.
"Fine!" He said as myself and Scott helped Derek to his feet and over to the jeep.
We helped him into the back seat but his hand gripped my arm and Scott's.
"I need you to find the same kind of bullet," Derek croaked out, "i have to know what they used"

"Scott, go with Izzy and get a bullet. I'll go with Stiles,  alright?" I asked as he nodded.
I threw my keys to Izzy as she caught them easily. Scott nodded as i got in the back, Stiles getting into the drivers seat and driving away as more horns and voices blared.
"This is too much pressure" Stiles grumbled to himself as i rolled my eyes.
"Let me look at it," I said as Derek groaned in protest, "you're the one who couldn't use a damn cellphone and caused a scene, let me look"
This time, he complied and took his leather jacket off. I unravelled the bandage, albeit with difficulty from the dried blood, to see a hole with smoke swirling out.
"Stiles, don't look" I said quickly.
"Never wanted to," He responded, keeping his eyes fixed on the road, "just don't bleed out on my seats. We're almost there"
"Almost where?" I asked as Derek cradled his arm to his chest.
"Your house" Stiles responded.
"No you can't take me there" Derek exclaimed as he sat up quickly.