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Jennifer looked on the clock, counting down the minutes to when she was going to meet Derek
She was so in love .
When the bell rang, she jumped up from the chair enthusiastically. Her students gave her weird looks. "Uh... I am sorry. Please do exercise five and six in your books for homework. " She smiled and then grabbed her bag, leaving the class room. She went to her car and drove to the his loft, where Derek had told her to meet him. When she arrived, she turned the engine off, looking into the mirror. "You can do it. He is a gorgeous man, you deserve him," she said to herself and then applied a new layer of lipstick on her lips. Jennifer locked her car and walked up the stairs. The door to the loft was open, she went inside, but she couldn't see Derek anywhere. "You're late." Jennifer heard and whirled around. There he stood, in his perfection. "I am sorry," she smiled and threw her arms around his neck, kissing him softly.
Jennifer pulled back, when she noticed he wasn't into the kiss as much as she was. "What's wrong?" she asked carefully and stepped back. "We need to talk." Uh oh... That was not a good sign, Jennifer thought. "I think we should stop seeing each other. " Derek told her and crossed his arms over his chest.
"What?!" Jennifer gasped and gaped at him. "It's just... I don't have the feeling we would work out..." he explained. "It's Stiles.. Isn't it? It's always been Stiles," Jennifer muttered and thought about the smart, yet so hyperactive boy in her class. Derek frowned and furrowed his brows. "What the hell are you talking about?" Jennifer rolled her eyes. "Do you think I didn't saw the looks you gave each other? And the touching all the time... It's frustrating." she said. "I think you should leave." Derek replied calmly and walked over to the door. "Whatever," she huffed and her high heels clacked loudly on the floor as she left the loft.
"Thank you Derek... You spared me three sacrifices," she thought as her eyes flash white.
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"Two virgins, three warriors, two healers, two philosophers and two guardians... But what's the pattern?" Stiles mumbled frustrated and went through his hair. His phone vibrated and there was a new text from Scott. Dude, you need to come to school. We think the next person is going to be taken at the memorial. "Oh crap," Stiles muttered and ran to his jeep. He drove to the High School and parked his jeep on the school's parking lot, walking over to the gym where the memorial would take place.
He heard something crash behind him and turned around. There was a slashed face staring at him and he jumped into the air. "Great," Stiles mumbled before he started to run away. He heard the darach screeching and then a howl. "Scott! I am here!" Stiles yelled in panic. Stiles ran behind a column to hide, catching his breath. "Stiles!" Scott called and Stiles turned around. "In here!" he yelled and opened a door to a classroom. They went in and Scott locked the door. "Are you okay? What happened?" Scott asked Stiles. "Yeah, I'm good. Actually, no I am not good! Why is the freaking darach after me?" Stiles asked. "I think, it's because-" Scott was interrupted by the windows breaking loudly. Scott and Stiles both got down, hiding their heads. "Boys, boys, boys... What'd you have gotten into" the darach said and then shifted into his human form.
"Ms. Blake!?" Stiles was shocked. "Took you long enough, Stilinski" she spat. Jennifer stepped to him, caressing his neck with her fingers. Scott growled and shifted, his eyes flashing gold. He attacked her, but Jennifer smashed him against the wall easily. "Scott!" Stiles yelled out but Scott spat blood, staying unconscious. He ran over to Scott, but Jennifer punched him in the stomach. "Ugh," Stiles moaned in pain, crouching on his knees. Jennifer pulled him up by his hair, making him wince in pain. "Stiles, Stiles... If you hadn't taken my man, we wouldn't be in this situation." Jennifer purred. "What- What the hell are you talking about? What man?" Stiles stuttered backing off, until he hit the black board. "I am talking about Derek!! I know you love him! And if it weren't for you, he wouldn't have broken up with me!" she snapped. "He broke up with you? That's why you want to kill me?" Stiles asked dryly. Jennifer laughed. "You have no idea. You're a spark. I've known it since the day I met you. You're more powerful than two douzen sacrifices. But I let you live, because you mean so much to Derek. Until he started caring more about you than about me. His girlfriend !" Jennifer yelled furiously.
"Actually, you weren't his girlfriend-"
"Shut up"
"Ah, yeah..."
"Plus.. You're a healer, virgin, guardian and philosopher.. All at once." Jennifer added. "What..?" Stiles was confused. Jennifer sighed. "For a genius, you are pretty slow. You know what pack moms are, right? A pack mom, cares about her pack, making them heal and protecting them. That's two. Philosophers are smart, geniuses. You are a virgin anyway." Stiles swallowed. "That's not true.." he stammered. "Actually.. It is." her hands snap around his neck. "HEY! Get the hell away from my son!" the sheriff yelled and came into he room. Jennifer turned her head and smirked. "You can choose Stiles... Either it's you, or your father." The sheriff shot her in the knee. "Damn!" Jennifer cursed, but the wound healed.
"What the hell...?"
Jennifer threw a knife at him and he moaned in pain. "DAD! Get away from my dad! Take me." Stiles begged and pulled on her sleeve. Jennifer just laughed, but suddenly, she was ripped away. Scott was standing behind her, wiping the blood away. He howled and the sheriff was staring at him in disbelieve. Jennifer shifted into her darach form and screeched loudly. She grabbed Stiles and disappeared through the open window. "Stiles!!! STILES!" the sheriff yelled, running to the window. A few tears prickled down his cheek, the knife still stuck into his chest. "Why my son?!" the sheriff yelled and broke down. Scott bend down, hugging the sheriff carefully. "We'll get him back, let me take that knife out." Scott mumbled.
"NO! We have no time, we have to go to the station, call all the deputies and the FBI" the sheriff cried. Scott pulled the knife out carefully and took the older man's hand, sucking his pain. But he couldn't took the psychic pain away. "We'll find him... I promise!" Scott hugged the sheriff, letting the tears fall.
"I promise."