"You okay?"
Scott looked at Stiles and I.
We both shrugged, "Yeah, why?"
"You two just didn't say anything the whole way here." he responded.
Stiles grabbed a big bag full of Mountain Ash from his trunk before closing it.
"Yeah, we're fine. Just grab the other bag." Stiles responded.
Scott shook his head, "I can't. Remember? Deaton said you have to do it alone."
"Okay, this plan is really starting to suck." Stiles groaned.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Scott get distracted by something.
"No, not here. Not now." Scott whispered, running toward the building
Something was up, so I jogged after him.
"No, Scott! Collins! What am I supposed to-" Stiles called out, "Plan officially sucks!"
•••••
The second we got inside, I lost Scott. I groaned loudly, now I had to find someone I knew. There was no way I was staying at this party by myself and there was a very slim chance that I'd fine Scott again.
"Hey, Babe."
I spun on my heels and relief washed over me. My face lit up as I walked over to the person, loosely wrapping my arms around their neck.
"Isaac." I breathed out, "What are you doing here?"
"Helping catch Jackson. The plan, remember?" he raised his eyebrows, his hands resting themselves on my hips.
I chewed on my lip, "Right, but we need to find Scott first. He ran off somewhere."
Isaac reached up, pulling my arms from around his neck. He connected our hands before walking into the crowd.
"Then let's find him."
We had been searching for Scott for a few minutes. The crowds, loud voices, loud music, and the flashing lights made it kind of hard to find someone though. After searching for a bit longer, someone wrapped their hand around my wrist and pulled Isaac and I behind a pillar.
"Scott." I breathed out, relieved it wasn't some creeper.
I watched as he pulled out the needle from his pocket. Showing it to Isaac and I, even though I had seen it earlier. He must've already put the Ketamine in it.
"I need you, Isaac, to be the one to do this." he breathed out.
Isaac furrowed his eyebrows, "Why me?"
"Because I have to make sure Argent doesn't completely ruin the plan."
Isaac, Scott, and I looked around the room. We were ultimately trying to make sure no one was watching us.
"Look, you've got to do it intravenously. Which means-"
I cut Scott off, "In the vein."
"When you find him, you pull back on the plunger right here."
Isaac put his hand on the needle, examining it.
"The neck is probably gonna be the easiest." I spoke up.
Scott nodded, "So, you find a vein and you jam it in there. Then you pull back on the trigger. Be careful."
Isaac chuckled, taking the needle from Scott's hand. He held it in the hand that wasn't holding onto mine. The hand I had actually forgotten that I was holding.
"I doubt I'll even slightly hurt him." Isaac said as he messed with the contraption in his hands.
Scott shook his head, "No, I mean you. Both of you. I don't want you to get hurt."
With that, Scott walked away.
I squeezed Isaac's hand as he turned to look at me.
"This could be interesting."
•••••
I walked with Isaac through the crowd. Jackson was in my sights. My eyes never left him as I held Isaac's hand, pulling him through the crowd.
When I was in arms length of our target, I reached my hand out, lightly grabbing his neck and turning him around. I could feel Jackson tense under my touch. He turned around to face me and I left a chaste kiss on his neck.
I was now sandwiched between two very attractive guys. My front against Jackson and my back against Isaac. I reached my arm back, grabbing Isaac's neck and pulling him down to my level. I even kissed the corner of Isaac's mouth, teasing him a little.
We continued to dance. I had to make sure Jackson stuck around me for a while before we could get the opportunity to get the Ketamine shot into him.
Even though it was totally against who I was, I began grinding against the two boys, letting Jackson come on to me. It was just something I had to do for the plan to work.
If Stiles or even Scott saw me right now, maybe even Derek, they all probably would kill Isaac and Jackson on the spot.
Jackson's hands were on my sides, dangerously close to my boobs as his mouth trailed its way up and down my neck. I felt Isaac come around the back side of me, he leaned in and did exactly what I had done before to him. He kissed the corner of my mouth.
Honestly this whole part of the plan was driving me insane. Two attractive guys dancing with me and feeling me up and teasing me with all of these neck and almost kisses. I was weak inside.
I wrapped my arm around Jackson's shoulders and my other arm behind me and around Isaac's neck. I let Jackson go back to kissing my neck, which I hope distracted him from noticing Isaac take the needle out of his back pocket.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Isaac getting ready to shoot the Ketamine into Jackson. Then all of a sudden, I felt a sharp pain in my side and I guess so did Isaac. My arms were on Jackson's shoulders when his voice got quite eerie sounding.
"He belongs to me."
He yanked his claws out of our sides causing us to fall to the ground in pain and for Isaac to drop the needle. Jackson began to walk away and all I could do was lay there, the venom was sure to affect us.
Then I saw Isaac begin to craw across the floor. I'm not sure how he was able to, but I admire his determination. Once the needle was in his hand, he managed to get to his feet before running after Jackson.
Man, I hope he gets the Ketamine into Jackson or else someone was definitely going to die tonight.
•••••
"No, no, no, it's just me. It's just me." Stiles closed the door behind him as he entered the room where Isaac and I were keeping the sedated Jackson.
Stiles held his hands up trying to ease mine and Isaac's defensiveness, "Don't freak."
"You okay?" Stiles asked to no one in particular.
Isaac walked over to where Jackson was sitting in a chair looking pretty much dead, "Well, let's find out."
Isaac brought out the claws on his left hand. He raised it back and brought it toward Jackson, ready to claw his chest. Before his hand even got close, Jackson gripped his wrist. You could hear the cracking of Isaac's bones as he heavily breathed out in pain.
Stiles held his arm out, holding me back from going to help Isaac. He didn't want me to get hurt too. Jackson soon let Isaac go and he retreated toward the back of the room. I looked over at him, all I wanted to do was help him right now but nothing I could do could fix that pain. He had to heal by himself.
"K. No one does anything like that again. Okay?" Stiles said, pointing at Isaac.
He said it to Isaac, but I knew he really meant those words for me. Sometimes I was too daring for my own good. I just nodded in agreement. There was no way I was going near Jackson.
"Oh, I thought the Ketamine was supposed to put him out." Isaac held onto his arm, saying his words through gritted teeth.
He was in so much pain and I felt so helpless.
"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're gonna get. So, let's hope whoever it is who's controlling him decided to show up tonight." Stiles breathed out as he turned to look at me.
All I could do was nod. I was scared out of my mind right now. It's like I couldn't form words.
"I'm here," there's that eerie deep voice again, "I'm right here with you."
Stiles walked forward, crouching down in front of Jackson. He wasn't really able to move, but he sure as hell could talk.
Isaac and I stayed toward the back of the room, not wanting to get any closer to Jackson. We had no desire to get hurt, or more hurt on Isaac's part.
"Jackson, is that you?" Stiles asked, his tone calm and quiet.
Jackson's eyes weren't focused on anything, "Us. We're all here."
Stiles looked back at Isaac and then back at Jackson. Isaac and I exchanged looks, not really knowing what to think.
"Are you the one killing people?" Stiles asked another question.
"We're the ones killing murderers."
Stiles raised his eyebrows, "So all the people you've killed so far-"
"Deserved it." Jackson cut him off.
Stiles kept his eyes on Jackson, his tone never fluctuating, "See, we got a little rulebook that says you only go after murderers."
"Anything can break if enough pressures applied."
"Alright, so the people you're killing are all murdered then?" Stiles questioned.
Jackson's eerie voice was really starting to creep me out. It sounded so evil and so void of Jackson.
"All. Each. Every one."
Stiles breathed out, "Well, who did they murder?"
"Me."
That answer confused all three of us.
"Wait. What?" I breathed out.
Stiles kept his stance, "What do you mean?"
"They murdered me." Jackson answered.
Isaac stood up and walked over toward me. We both inched closer to the door. Stiles looked back at us, and when his eyes returned to Jackson his eyes had changed to those of the Kanima.
Jackson, well the Kanima, looked extremely angry, "They murdered me."
Stiles stood up and slowly backed up to where Isaac and I stood. That's when we all saw the claws that had appeared on Jackson hand. His skin slowly turning into that of the Kanima.
"Okay. Alright. More Ketamine. The man needs Ketamine, come on." Stiles demanded.
Isaac held up the empty vile, panic clear in his voice, "We don't have any more."
"You used the whole bottle?" Stiles sounded annoyed as he grabbed the vile from Isaac's hand.
That's when I saw him. Jackson was standing up. I didn't take my eyes off of him, but I tapped Stiles' arm getting his attention. The second Jackson screeched at us, we knew we needed to get out.
"Alright. Everyone out." Stiles blurted.
We scrambled toward the door, pushing it open. Once outside we all shut the door and pressed our bodies up against it, hoping it would be enough to hold the Kanima back.
Suddenly, Jackson burst through the wall of the room. He was fully transformed into the Kanima now.
"Oh, no."
•••••
We lost Stiles after we left where we held Jackson. I assumed he was just gonna go outside.
"Let's go." Isaac said only loud enough for me to hear.
We walked toward one of the exits and when we reached the door, we saw Stiles talking to Derek. Then Isaac looked down at the ground, something catching my eye as well.
He looked down at the black powder before looking up at me. I nodded and we looked up at Stiles. It was he Mountain Ash he had laid.
We were stuck.
"Oh my god! It's working. Ah, yes. I did something." Stiles looked so proud of himself.
All of a sudden, a deep roar echoed through the alley way we were in.
"Scott." Derek looked scared, "Break it."
"What? No way!"
Derek gestured to the building, "Scott's dying!"
"Okay. What? How do you know that?" Stiles whole demeanor changed.
"Stiles! I just know. Break it!"
Stiles did what Derek said. He knelt down on the ground flapping his hand over top of the barrier of Mountain Ash, causing an inch wide gap to be made.
It was enough for Derek to cross. And that he did.
Stiles looked upset. All his hard work, and now it was useless. The one small break meant that any supernatural creature could now cross.
"You helped, Stiles." I blurted.
He looked up at me, "What?"
"It worked for a time being. You kept him in for as long as we could."