Chapter 11

Kat's P.O.V.

        IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS I was assigned to not leave Deaton's eye of sight while going through a moderate blood diet. He wasn't keen on the thought of me going on killing spree, being neither in Beacon Hills nor in any other city, so he watched after me while I got my dose of the substance in every two hours.

Today I was sitting in my usual chair in the back while Scott and Deaton were doing their work, with me watching them intensely. At least, I knew what they're doing not like I just sat there unenthusiastically. I was actually more than thrilled to watch the process since I was always fascinated by the vet's line of work outside of being a druid.

"You still never told me what you are." Scott spoke out of nowhere.

"Soon enough, big boy, soon enough." I said while leaning back "Although, I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet." I gave him a mischievous smile as he just stared at me dumbfounded. Good that Alan had the intellect to ask me to mask the scent of the blood around Scott. Just when he opened his mouth to reply the bell of the front door rang through the institute.

"Would you mind seeing who that is?" Deaton asked turning to Scott, but before he could move the barking of the dogs warned us about the identity, or more of like the species of the person. They looked at each other warily as they went to see the man standing outside of the wooden barrier. The identity of the person was on the tip of my tongue, even if I couldn't remember the scent at the time, but I didn't need to as I heard Alan speak up.

"It's okay, Isaac. We're open." Oh... Yeah, should have guessed it.

"Hiya." I waved at him with a small smile but, he was surprised and stunned to see me here, as far as I could tell by the expression on his face, that he froze for a second.

"Hi..." he said as he stepped in front of the metal table "Are you feeling better?" he asked hesitantly, looking at me with concern in his eyes.

"Never better." I give him a big, bright smile as I looked up at him. Truth be told, I was not. The urge to go, bleed dry and kill everyone who comes in my way was pretty strong. And that was an understatement. If you payed even a little bit of attention to my body langue, it was easy to tell how nervous I was feeling and hoped it went unnoticed by the males, but for my displeasure Deaton gave me a comforting smile.

"Go, get a thermos." with his head he nodded in the direction of the boarding area behind him where the dogs were placed. I replied with a small nod as I got up from my seat and was walking to the door. When I opened it I glanced down, since I placed the multiple bottles and thermoses behind the door on the ground, keeping it out of sight in case anyone would visit the place outside of the supernaturals of Beacon Hills. I bent down with a slight groan, I'm getting old, and picked up the one that was only half empty. Closing the door behind me I walked back to my place taking my usual spot as I listened to the three as they got back to work.

"Why does is smell like that?" Isaac scrunch up his noise, the three of us only giving him a knowing smile. "What?"

"Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago." the said boy nodded in agreement "One day, he could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which were not." he sadly looked down at the poor dog in front of him.

"He's not getting better, is he?" Deaton slowly looked at the boy, somewhat shaking his head "Like cancer."

"Osteosarcoma."

"English, please." I added in a heartbeat.

"A type of tumor, located inside a bone. It has a very distinct scent, doesn't it?" I took a sip of my drink while closely watching the interaction with a small smile dancing on my lips. "Come here." he waved Isaac over. "I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you. Improved strength, speed and healing. You ever wonder what it could do to others?" he took a pause "Give me you hand." The boy looked at him with a small hesitation in his eyes but slowly he placed them in Deaton's. "Go on." He said while placing it down in the fur of the animal, and at the exact moment black veins began moving up across his arm. He seemed scared, panting a little as he could feel a slight amount of the pain that he took. Gently, he pulled back and examined the mark going further up on his forearm which shortly after disappeared.

"What did I do?"

"You took some of his pain away." Scott answered his question.

"Only a little bit." I added "But sometimes a little can make a significant difference." I faintly smiled, just as Isaac let a tear escape from the corner of his eye.

"It's okay." Scott spoke up "First time he showed me I cried too." Isaac chuckled in happiness as he couldn't take his eyes off the little friend he had just helped. I slowly got up, walking to them, placing a hand on the blonde haired boys shoulder and I gave him a wide smile, trying to comfort him. Without saying another word I nodded at the three like saying farewell and I started to head home for now, not even paying attention to the worried look on Alan's face.

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I got to the boys locker room just in time to catch the speech Coach was giving them.

"Mankind... That word should have new meaning for all of us today." I sighed us I stood behind Stiles and Mama McCall "We're fighting for a right to live..."

"Don't tell me he's actually quoting Independence Day." I asked Stiles with slight annoyance and hearing my voice, he turned back.

"Yeah. He does this every year." he said with a sigh, turning back to the man as Mrs. McCall turned to me.

"Wait, aren't you the new teacher I heard about?" she asked, sounding not too sure, just as a lightbulb lit up above her head making her eyes grow wide in realization "Weren't you at the station?"

"Yep, that is all me." I nodded looking at her. "Kat. Pleasure to meet you." I offered her a handshake which she returned without hesitance "And about the station... We don't talk about that." I whispered and she signaled me with a nod that she acknowledged my request.

"Likewise. I'm Melissa McCall. Scott's mother."

"...Today we celebrate our Independence Day!" Coach finished up his speech resulting in a loud cheer coming from the players.

"Someone kill me now." I groaned quietly, making my head to fall back as I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Second that." Stiles let a faint groan escape his lips. But if we thought that this was as worse as it gets, the cherry on top only came after that.

"Well spoken, Coach." Gerard Argent said behind the man, putting his hands on his shoulders, as we just froze in our place. Bloody hell... "I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion." He crossed his arms with an amused smile "And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school." I quietly cleared my throat after that, putting a hand on Melissa's and Stiles' upper back, sending a calming force through their body as Gerard continued his speech "I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co-captain leading you." He glanced in the direction of Scott "Now, I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan. So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team." Son of a bi... "Get out and murder them." Now that part made all of our eyes go wide, at least the ones' who knew about the supernatural and the Argent.

"You heard the man!" Finstock yelled "Asses on the field!"

"Be careful." I said to Stiles as I let go and begun heading in the way of the players' bench to start helping with the preparation. 

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After a couple of minutes the players started to get out to start their warming up, while the parents took their places behind the benches. I send Melissa a smile as I walked to the players, stopping behind Scott and Stiles.

"Have you seen Lydia or Alison?" Stiles asked as he turned his head to me.

"Nope." I shook my head with a sigh.

"It's gonna be bad, isn't?" he asked as I leaned on the back of the bench, resting my hands on the sides of Stiles "I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad."

"Looks like it." said Scott after a pause.

"It's gonna be alright, boys." I said with a quite sigh, as I placed my hands on each of their shoulders.

"Guys..." Stiles started slowly "After the other night seeing my dad almost get hit over head by Matt, you know, while I'm just lying there and I can't even move, it just... I want to help, you know, but I can't do the things that you could do. I can't..." he stopped as he glanced at us, earning a gentle squeeze from me on his shoulder.

"It's okay." Scott spoke up after a while.

"We're losing, dude."

"The hell are you talking about?" Coach spoke as he appeared beside me "Game hasn't even started. Now, put on your helmet and get out there." I couldn't help the big smile that found its way to my lips. "You're in for Greenburg."

"What? What happened to Greenburg?" Stiles said dumbfounded, and I slightly chuckled at that.

"What happened to Greenburg? He sucks." Coach started to explain "You suck slightly less."

"I'm playing?" Stiles asked, still not believing what he was hearing. "On the field? With the team?"

"Yes, unless you'd rather play with yourself."

"I already did that today, twice."

"Jeez, Sti, TMI." I held my head in my hand as I couldn't hold in my laughter any longer.

"Sorry." he smirked at me.

"Get the hell out there!" Coach suddenly shouted, which made me wince as it came out too close to my ear. I let go of Stiles shoulder as he abruptly packed up his gear and sprinted towards the field.

"Now that's gonna be interesting, isn't it?" I asked with a grin as I vaulted through the bench, only to land on Scott's right. I slightly lifted my arms up, placing my elbows behind me on bench's backrest.

"He still can't really play." Scott laughed quietly, still amazed as he watched his friend.

"But we never saw him in a real game, who knows what's gonna happen." I said, still grinning, but my attention was caught by a loud yell coming from a specific parent.

"My son is on the field!" Noah yelled proudly, making my grin to turn into a smile.

"It's going to be good." I smiled at Scott as we laughed slightly, only to be interrupted by a faint noise from the other side of the field.

"Scott, can you hear me?" sounded Gerard.

"Don't react." I whispered to Scott, not even taking my eyes off the players, but I was already late with that.

"Ah, you can, good. Then listen closely because the game is about to get interesting. Let's put a real clock on the game, Scott. I'll give you until the last thirty seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from thirty, if you haven't given me Derek, then Jackson's gonna kill someone." I could see that Scott's eyes slowly closed as he took a deep breath. "So, tell me Scott, who's gonna die tonight? Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or the sheriff, you best friend's father? Or how about the pretty little red head who managed to survive the bite of an Alpha?

Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers with their whole life ahead of them? Or should I do everyone a favor and kill that ridiculous coach?" I unnoticeably clenched my jaw "Or the innocent teacher sitting next to you, without a clue about what is happening? It's up to you, Scott. But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you don't... I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood." He finished up his monologue as Scott was already breathing heavily. When the referee blew the whistle a placed a hand on the boys shoulder, calming him down a notch with magic.

"Alright, it's going to be alright. We'll figure it out."

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The game went on as we suffered to watch how the match was going. Failure after failure, it just became intolerable, although I was still crossing my finger for Stiles. Maybe he could get himself together before the end of the game. Hope dies last... I was nervously chewing on my nails when Scott stood up, only to be pushed back by Finstock.

"Sit down, McCall." he said leaning down to him, which resulted in him headbutting me.

"Watch what your doing, Finstock." I took a hold of my head with a load groan.

"Yes, sorry." he said in the same way as he held his head, leaning a bit away from me.

"But Coach, we're dying out there!" 

"Oh, I'm aware of that." said Coach as he got himself back together. "Now sit." he patted the boy roughly on the shoulder before he went away, before Scott would have noticed I saw Isaac coming to sit beside him while giving me a wink. I took a hold of Scott's head with a big smirk as I turned his head towards the blonde werewolf.

"You came to help." he stated, looking shocked at Isaac, who just put on his gear with a charming smirk.

"I came to win." he said before the boys found themselves in an intense staring contest with the old Argent. I didn't say anything, I just simply rolled my eyes. "You got a plan yet?" he asked after they came back to Earth.

"Is preventing Jackson from killing anyone a good enough plan?" I looked at him, leaning my arm on my thighs "Because, that's basically all we got right now."

"Well, that might be easier if Scott's actually in the game."

"I can't do anything about it." I said lifting my hands up.

"Oh, I know." Isaac gave me a smile "We have to make it so Coach has no choice but to play you."

"How do we do that?" asked the boy "He's got a bench full of guys he can use before he ever puts me on the field." I just stared at Isaac the whole time, but when I saw a small smirk realization washed across my face.

"Isaac. No." I stated firmly.

"Isaac. Yes." He grinned at me.

"Can you do it without putting anyone in the hospital?" Scott asked as he caught on.

"I can try." he said after a quite huff. Putting on his helmet he left us and got in position.

"It's gonna be bad." I stated as I frowned and the game began after the sound of the whistle.

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After multiple people on the team got brutally knocked down by Isaac, and Coach slowly lost his mind at the boys antics the one thing happened none of us wanted to witness. Isaac got knocked down by a Jackson.

"Oh god!" my hands flew in front of my lips as my eyes widened and I immediately shot up from my seat, Scott and I ran straight to the boy and kneeled down next to him.

"It's not broken." he groaned turning to me "But I can't move it." then he turned to Scott "I think Jackson nicked me 'cause I can feel it spreading."

"I could trigger the healing." I said as he got thrown into a stretcher, but instead of replying he just shook his head.

"You want to play chess, Scott?" Suddenly the three of us heard Gerard talking "Then you better be willing to sacrifice your own pawns."

"McCall." Coach appeared behind Scott as he tossed a helmet to his hands "Either you're in or we forfeit."

"Now, was that so hard to admit?" I asked as I turned around, only to receive a glare from the man before he left.

"Something's happening, isn't it?" Melissa grabbed Scott's arm as she got to us "Something more than a lacrosse game?"

"You should go." the boy answered.

"I'm not going anywhere." the woman shook her head, looking at me for help.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but your son's right." I held up my hands before the woman continued after a sigh.

"Everything that I said before, forget it. All of it, okay?" during their speech I started to head back to the bench, but I still heard the conversation "If you can do something to help, then you do it." Meanwhile I sent a text to Derek just to keep him informed about the game and Gerard. "You have to."

"I will." and with that, Scott took his place on the field.

Before we knew Scott's already been knocked down more than once and Gerard give him a speech about the whole thing only being about Allison, as always. After a while the boy sent a pleading look straight into my eyes, when he realized that Gerard leaving the field could only mean something bad.

"Go. I keep an eye on them." I said, nodding my head towards the players.

"Thank you." And with that, without Coach realizing, he sprinted towards the locker room.

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"Come on, Stiles!" The whole of us shouted as he started to run towards the goal, ball in his stick as all the other players were sprinting after him. Suddenly, he stopped in front of the goalie, not knowing what to do.

"Stilinski!" Coach yelled. "Shoot it! Shoot it!" Oh crap... I took a deep breath while I was still chewing on my nails as I slowly made the connection in Stiles' head, just to say a thought I knew he would actually hear. Stiles, shoot the ball before you get maimed by the other team. For a moment he shot a look in my direction before turning back to the goal, and with a forceful swing he shot his chance. Resulting in a score. 

At that moment, the whole crowed began a load cheering session.

"Yes!" We shouted in unison with Finstock as we high-fived in happiness.

"I scored a goal?" I heard Stiles in the distance "I scored a goal!" he cheered loudly. The hell you did, Stilinski. I started to grin. The sudden boost of confidence had a good effect on him. He started to score, goal after goal, making the team to take the lead as Scott got back. Unfortunately, we started to run out of time. But instead of Jackson killing someone, the lights went out.

"Nothing happened. Nothing." I heard Scott.

"I'm afraid we're not done yet." I said as an uneasy feeling washed over me, making my stomach to do flips as I brushed my fingers through my hair. Everyone started to scream. Making a run for their lives, as I held my hands to my ears, trying to block out their voices as they filled my head. Without really thinking, using my vamp speed I run to the field in the darkness, not expecting anyone to see me, and only to see someone laying on the field. "Back up everyone, back up." I said as I pushed forward through the players only to be hit by the smell of blood. Veins started to appear below my eyes but closing them shut, I tried to shut it out. Not now... I fell to my knees next to the boy, but when I sniffed in the air a familiar scent hit my nose. Jackson. My eyes snapped open, not paying attention to the blood anymore as the light came back. "Finstock!" I yelled to the man as I watched the boy laying before me with blood all over his hands.

"Get out of the way!" I heard the said man as he sprinted to us "Move! Back off! Move!" "he kneeled next to me, checking the boys pulse as Lydia also came running to the player.

"Can we get a medic over here?" 

"We're gonna need a medic!" Coach backed up my words as Melissa came and placed her head on Jackson's chest, listening of she could hear or feel even a single heartbeat or breath.

"He's not breathing." she said, looking at the coach. "No pulse." with that he lifted up his shirt, only to see the blood pooling out of it, and I stood up.

"Oh, oh my god. There's blood." I heard Lydia when I turned towards her, I took a cautious step to her, lifting my arm up.

"Lydia..." she didn't need me to do anything she jumped into my arms loudly crying her eyes out.

"There's blood." she buried her head into my neck, as I soothingly stroked her back, trying my hardest to calm her down even a little bit.

"Get down here." Melissa calmly said to one of the boys who just stood there watching, but when no one moved she raised her voice "Get down here and hold his head!" she demanded and after a flinch he got down to Jackson's head. "Tilt it up."

"Where's Stiles?" Noah's panicked voice caught my attention as my eyes widened. That son of a fuck.. "Where's my son? Where's Stiles?" he paced around worry lacing his voice "Where's my son!?"