Animagus

Chapter Six: Deaton

Scott's injuries were bad, I would have taken him back to my place but we would have been questioned. He suggested I take him to the Animal Clinic, I found that a little ironic but I did it. When we arrived a dark-skinned man was waiting outside, he helped me carry in Scott. We laid him on the slab and he started to attend to his wounds, as I went to leave my hand was grabbed.

“Stay, please, ” Scott said. I pursed my lips and nodded.

I started to get acquainted with the man known as Alan, Alan Deaton. Also known as Dr. Deaton. He kept looking at me, which I found a little uncomfortable, but then I got the feeling he knew something because I could smell things in the room that shouldn't be. He started to rush, “They're coming back, so we don't have much time to talk.”

Scott and I were confused, but Dr. Deaton started to pour rubbing alcohol on the wound so it wouldn't get infected. “Okay, you will heal the same, just not as quickly.”

“How do you know all this? Actually, how—how do you know anything?” Scott asked.

Deaton said calmly, “It's a long story. What I can tell you is that I know about your kind,” he said looking at Scott. “Your kind I can help, ” he looked up at me, “This? This is something different.” We all turned towards another slab and saw a body severely clawed up. I walked over to see if I might know what could have done it, seeing as I've seen plenty of things in my life in the woods, but I couldn't think of anything at that moment.

“Well, do you know what did it?” Scott asked Deaton.

“No, but the Argents will. And this is the crucial part—they'll have a record or book, it'll have descriptions, histories, notations, of all things that they've discovered.”

“All the things? How many different things are there?” Before Deaton could answer the bell to the Clinic rang, he pushed us into the closet. Scott stood behind me and I stood in front of him when I saw several men enter the room. When I saw the man that cut the defenseless werewolf in half, I felt disgusted. As I was in the closet I was thinking about the incident at the Ice Rink when I was kicked in the ribs. I lifted my shirt it was slightly bruised but you could tell it was healing.

Oh no! I forgot that if anything happens to me happens to Sam, the same goes if anything happens to Sam. This will go on until one of us finds our mate, and then our tie will be cut off. But where is Sam?