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"YOU KNOW, I'VE ASKED A LOT ABOUT YOU IN THE PAST TWO DAYS YOU WEREN'T HERE," told her Dahlia with a tiny smile. "And by the stories I've heard I'm not surprised you spend your free periods next to the locker room."

They were still standing in the hallway to the boys' locker room. They hadn't move an inch since the vice principal left, and Amelia didn't want her to feel in control.

"So... I've met a few interesting people!" Exclaimed the girl. "There's this guy called Isaac that smells kinda funny... like a dog."

"What did you do to him?" Dahlia scoffed.

"Nothing, nothing. I don't find it entertaining to kill a werewolf when other people are watching. Werewolves love being watched, calling out for attention all the damn time... like that girl Erica."

Oh, she didn't know how much she had heard, but it didn't matter. You step in Beacon Hills high school and you can smell al kinds of creatures.

"Who I haven't got the chance to meet yet is your boyfriend," mentioned Dahlia. "Is it... Miles? No, no, that's not it... Stiles... yeah, that's the one. Do you wanna introduce me? I'll bet he'll recognize me. We do look similar, you know? When we were little, people called us twins. Isn't that funny?"

Amelia was about to say something when Stiles coming towards the hallway, following Erica.

"I smell wolf..." whispered Dahlia before turning around. "Or bitch."

They watched as the both talked. Amelia was about to grab Dahlia's arm to stop her from getting close to Stiles when the two Sealgairs noticed water coming out of the locker room.

Not even two seconds pass when the door opened, and Jackson appeared with Scott, one on top of the other, fighting.

Amelia kept Dahlia away as they saw Erica and Stiles breaking them apart. She saw as her boyfriend's eyes connected with hers, raising his eyebrows as he tried to calm Scott down.

"I assume that's Stiles," whispered Dahlia.

"Hey! Enough! Enough," yelled Harris as he arrived at the scene. "What do you idiots think you're doing? Jackson! Calm down!"

Amelia was still holding Dahlia's arm with all her strength. She was not letting her go near Stiles or Scott.

"Mr. McCall." Dahlia raised an eyebrow towards the werewolf. "You wanna explain yourself? Stilinski!"

"You dropped this," said Matt to Scott as he was holding the tablet. Harris was quicker to grab it, looking again at the group.

"You," he pointed at Jackson, "you," he pointed at Scott before thinking about it a few seconds. "Actually, all of you..." He pointed at the whole group, including Amelia and Dahlia. "Detention. Three o'clock."

• • •

The entire group walked to the library. Dahlia was close to Amelia, walking right behind her and hunting her like a hawk, breathing in her neck.

Amelia sat down in a table and Stiles proceeded to sit next to her, but Dahlia win him over by tossing her back to the seat, taking the chair for herself.

Erica sat down on the other side of Amelia, while Scott and Stiles sat in front of them, looking at Dahlia as she smiled mockingly.

"I can't be in detention with them," said Jackson from the other table. "I have a restraining order against these tools."

"All these tools?" Questioned Harris.

"No, just us tools," said Stiles, making the chemistry teacher look at him.

"Fine," gave up Harris. "You two, over there."

Amelia looked up as she watched Scott and Stiles move to another table. Erica proceeded to sit in front of Amelia to be more comfortable, leaving only Dahlia next to her.

She felt as Dahlia removed the dagger from Amelia's high-heeled boot, making the girl open her eyes as, after Dahlia placed a drop of something over the blade, she put it closer to the girl's stomach.

"So," Dahlia said to Amelia's ear before chuckling, "which one of your friends I kill first?"

Erica looked up from her fingers towards the two, hearing Amelia's heartbeat as it got faster.

Scott could hear it too, and quickly turned around to look over to the table where Amelia, Dahlia and Erica were.

"Stiles..." Scott called him and he raised his eyebrows. "Is it my idea... or that girl looks really similar to Amelia?"

Stiles looked towards the table. "What do you mean?"

"Like they could be cousins..."

Amelia's heart was racing fast as Dahlia leaned in more against her, her eyebrows raised and her smile wide.

"This bitch in front of us could use some of my blade, don't you think? Or... should we try with something more human? Like... an Argent?"

The protector looked up from her fingers, staring at Erica before mumbling something that only her and Scott could her.

"Help me."

Scott was about to stand up when Jackson beat him to it, standing up as he placed his hand on his forehead, like he was having a severe headache.

"I need to go to the bathroom," was what he said, making Harris look up.

"Are you alright?" Asked the teacher before standing up. "You don't look so good."

"I just need some water," told him quickly before leaving the library.

Harris stood up and looked to the students.

"No one leaves their seats."

As soon as Harris stepped outside of the classroom. Stiles grabbed Erica making her seat on the table with him, while Scott sat in front of Amelia and Dahlia.

"Look, the hero," Dahlia said to the werewolf as he looked at her angrily. "I don't think we have probably met. My name is Dahlia, I'm new here... I'm Amelia's cousin, by the way. I'm sure you've heard a lot about me."

"Yeah, I've heard about you..."

Amelia pointed down to Scott with her eyes, and he looked towards where she glanced.

Dahlia was holding a dagger next to Amelia's stomach, a dagger that she took from the girl's heel.

Scott opened his eyes, looking at Amelia as she dry swallowed.

She could smell it. Dahlia had put something in the blade, like a poison, something.

"Scott McCall, please report yourself to the principal's office," they called him through the speaker, making Amelia open her eyes widely.

"No..." he whispered but Amelia simply smiled a bit.

"Go... Just go..."

• • •

After a few minutes, Stiles was still over there in the other table with Erica, looking at something in her computer.

Jackson came back with Harris, him sitting in the spot he was before while the teacher went over his desk, closing the zipper of his bag.

Everyone started to stand up as soon as they heard it, since they assumed detention was over because he was leaving. In the meantime, Amelia and Dahlia remained sat down, the protector feeling her cousin's breath on her cheek.

"Oh," said Harris between chuckles as he saw everyone stand up. "No, I'm sorry," he said, mockingly. "Uh, yes, I'm leaving. But none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving."

Harris pointed at the pile of books on top of the two carts, making Dahlia scoff lowly.

"Enjoy the rest of your evening."

They saw Harris leave and Dahlia put down the dagger, placing it underneath her sleeve.

"Let's help out."

• • •

"Act like I'm not even here," told them Dahlia from behind Amelia.

Stiles, Allison and Scott, who just got back from the principal's office, were reorganizing the pile of books in their cart, and Amelia and Dahlia joined them.

"Amy," whispered Scott but she simply shook her head.

"What did you find on him?" She tried to drive the conversation away from the fact that her psycho killer cousin was behind her, with a hand on her shoulder.

Stiles, against his wishes, told them about how Jackson was born after his mother died, by C-section, how they had to pull him out of her dead body.

"How pleasant conversations your friends have," Dahlia told her cousin and Amelia just looked at them.

"Just ignore her. She's like a bug, eventually she'll go away to annoy some other people."

Scott stared at Amelia's cousin, making her look at him, her eyes beginning to turn purple before she looked away from the wolf, towards the back of her cousin's neck, ready to stab the dagger any time.

"So, was it an accident or not?" Was the thing Allison asked, continuing with the conversation.

"The word all over the report is inconclusive," mentioned Stiles.

"His parents could have been murdered?" Questioned Amelia as her cousin laid her back on the shelves, not interest in the conversation anymore.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the Kanima myth," replied her boyfriend before looking at Dahlia. "So how do I know you won't kill her right now?"

"I don't kill with audience, and we have plenty."

Amelia looked up towards the security camera before looking down towards the rest, exhaling.

"What does it have to do with the Kanima myth?" Amelia asked again, trying to not talk about Dahlia standing there. She was an attention seeker, so it was better to not give her attention.

"You know?" Started Stiles. "It seeks out and kills murderers"

"But for Jackson?" Asked Allison. "Or for the person controlling him?"

Dahlia looked up. "There's someone controlling a Kanima and making it kill people?" She looked over to her cousin, scoffing. "Woah... this town is better than your dad told me."

Amelia saw as the three raised their eyebrows and she exhaled. "Forgot to mention that my dad sent the murderer," she whispered. "We have to talk to Jackson. We have to tell him."

"I'll go..."

Scott went over to the hallway, leaving them behind.

"So..." started Dahlia. "What do you guys do for fun around her? Any good clubs?"

"Dahlia... would you shut up?"

And her wishes came true when something, or someone, started jumping from shelf to shelf destroying the ceiling and the lights.

Stiles quickly jumped towards Amelia, protecting her head as the lights exploded, and the thing kept moving on top of their heads.

"Erica!" They heard Scott yell, and she saw Dahlia stand up taking out the dagger from her sleeve.

"Dahlia, get down!" Amelia yelled at her cousin before grabbing her arm and pulling her towards the floor, making her let go off the weapon. "You are not very bright, are you?"

They saw as Scott was tossed towards one of the book carts. The werewolf slowly stood up, approaching his friends and Dahlia before placing his arm in front of Allison.

Stiles kept holding Amelia by the waist while Amelia hold down Dahlia, covering the girl's head with her arms as the ceiling kept falling into pieces.

The five saw as Jackson wrote something on the board, with his face half reptile half human. Amelia dry swallowed as she read what the board said.

"STAY OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU"

They saw as Jackson jumped towards the window, leaving the library.

The group walked towards the board, reading the message over and over again, but the words never changed.

"Okay, Amy," said Dahlia, making the girl look at her. "You won me over... how do we kill that thing?"

She didn't have time to tell her cousin that the plan wasn't to kill Jackson but to save him when she got interrupted by Erica, collapsing on the floor and started to shake.

Stiles ran towards her, lifting her head up before looking at his friends.

"I think she's having a seizure."

Scott approached Erica while Amelia and Dahlia approached Matt, who was lying on the floor with a cut on the back of his neck.

"He's alive!" Announced Amelia.

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital!" Exclaimed Stiles from the other aisle.

"D-Derek," they heard Erica call. "Only to Derek."

"Derek's a doctor now?" Amelia asked before scoffing. "Is he a wizard too?"

Scott looked over to Allison, Amelia and Dahlia. "When we get her to the hospital—"

"To Derek," intervened Erica again.

Dahlia shrugged. "I think she wants to go to Derek."

"Oh, you got jokes now?" Amelia snapped at her and she nodded.

"Go," Allison told Amelia and Dahlia and the two stood up, walking towards Erica and Stiles while Scott approached his girlfriend.

Amelia sat down next to Erica before pulling her hair off her face. She didn't like Erica that much, or at least what she had become, but she wasn't going to let her seizure in the middle of the school's library.

She was important to Derek, so she was important to her.

"How's possible than a werewolf is having a seizure?" Asked Dahlia, confused.

"You should talk with them for a bit before killing them, maybe you'll get to learn a few things," was the thing Stiles told her. "Do you still want to kill my girlfriend and everyone else?"

"I never wanted to kill your girlfriend, I got orders," explained Dahlia. "Those orders now became irrelevant after I saw that guy turn into a freaking snake."

Scott appeared again, lifting Erica up from the floor as she panted. Stiles grabbed Amelia's hand before following the werewolf, Dahlia right behind them.

• • •

"What's she doing here?"

Was the first thing Derek asked when they arrived at his place, an old abandoned subway underground, looking at Dahlia.

"Long story," said Scott before leaving Erica on the floor next to him, but Derek shook his head.

"Pull her head up," told Derek to Stiles and he listened, pulling Erica's head on his chest as she kept having the seizure.

"Is she dying?" Amelia asked the Alpha, her heart beating faster than ever.

She couldn't be dying.

But by the look of Derek.

"She might," admitted the Alpha, "I... Which is why this is gonna hurt."

Derek proceeded to grab Erica's arm with his two hands. Amelia placed a hand over her mouth as she watched the werewolf she was linked to break Erica's bone, making her and her cousin step back as they heard Erica's scream.

"You broke her arm!" Yelled Stiles in disbelief as the girl kept crying, Scott placing a hand over his mouth while Dahlia and Amelia simply observed.

"It'll trigger the healing process," told them Derek. "I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt."

Amelia opened her eyes. "You're gonna hurt her more!?"

"Yeah, and I need you to get your murderer cousin out of here..."

But before Dahlia could leave, Derek had already clawed Erica's arm, making her bleed as the girl werewolf kept screaming and screaming, in total and horrible pain.

Amelia saw as Dahlia's eyes turned purple and she was about to kick her out of the abandoned subway train when it turned normal again, occasioning the girl to breathed in deeply.

What did just happen?

Erica slowly stopped screaming as the pain slowly faded away.

• • •

"You know who it is," Scott told Derek as they, Amelia and Dahlia stepped outside of the train.

"Jackson," Derek said after a few minutes of silence.

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?" Assumed Amelia and Derek slowly nodded.

The girl turned around to look at Scott, who seemed to be thinking about something before speaking.

"I'm gonna help you stop him," said finally Scott, making Amelia cross her arms in front of her chest. "As part of your pack."

"Scott..." Amelia called him softly, but he ignored her.

"If you want me in, fine. But we'll do it on one condition. We're gonna catch him, not kill him." Dahlia raised one eyebrow.

"And?" Asked Derek, assuming there should be another.

"And we do it my way," affirmed so surely Scott that it made Amelia tremble a bit.

Derek stared at him before looking at Amelia.

"If Scott's in... then count me in too."