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multiyandereimagines · 4 years

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Spencer Reid x Male! Yandere! Reader

so this has been requested by someone in my direct messages, (idk if you want to be anonymous but i will do that anyways lol)

request: beginning, y/n joins the BAU and falls for Spencer, blah blah blah the normal thing (lol I’m weird) but when girls flirt with him he gets pissed and kills them. Crosses their arms after as a sign of remorse. And while the BAU is looking for him, he points them in the wrong direction

After another kill, Spencer see’s him killing someone and then he starts to cry cus he feels super bad

and Spencer decides to point them in the wrong direction or sumthin and they have to stop investigating

hope you all enjoy this! ❤️

tw: murder, gore

you and spencer are in some pretty deep shit right now.

i mean you did this all for him, the least he could do would be happy that someone could love him so much to the point of murder.

well before we get ahead of ourselves let’s go back to where this all started.

it was your first day in the bau, you felt excited yet nervous, you thought everyone would hate you. especially with your sexual orientation you worry that you probably wouldn’t fit in.

when you entered the round table everyone looked up at you, you smiled at each and everyone one of them and they smiled back. “welcome agent l/n, this is the team.” hotch started introducing everyone and finally you got to learn their names, one stuck out to you though.

spencer reid.

you felt like you could just die right there looking into his eyes, his messy hair and cute button nose, what’s not to like about him?

you shook his hand, wanting to feel him, “oh i don’t do hand shakes.” god even his voice is sexy.

“oh.. my bad.” you looked down shyly as you sat next to rossi.

“alrighty, so three women have been brutally murdered at this bar, they looked like they had been endlessly tortured, no signs of sexual assault and no one saw anything.” the woman with a colorful dress said, you think her name is penelope.

“clearly he’s a sadist but he doesn’t assault his victims.” morgan said swiping through the mutilated bodies on an ipad.

“someone must have wronged him to make him do these kinds of things to women, it’s clear he hates women.” you said inspecting one of the corpse.

“maybe a sister or a past lover.” spencer then went on to rant about how ted bundy killed his victims and how some of the methods of these killings were similar, he then went on to rant about something else, you were intrigued but hotch stopped him, he blushed and looked up at you, you gave him a smile as he smiled back.

he smiled at you...

your heart felt like it was going to explode, you felt like jumping up and down and yelling at the top of your lungs “he smiled at me, he smiled at me!”

you couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the conversation, until it was time to go the jet.

~~~

you and spencer went to the bar where the murders went down, you asked the female bartender if she saw anything that may have been suspicious or felt sorta weird, she just shook her head, spencer ran up to you, “hey y/n i don’t think he killed them in this bar.. it may have been an alleyway.”

“how would you know?”

“there’s blood..”

your eyes slightly widened, “well hello there, handsome.” the female bartender looked at spencer up and down, he just blushed and looked down shyly, something in you just... snapped. you felt your whole world go down when you saw spencer smiling a little, you looked at the bartender, completely ignoring your presence and just smiled at spencer.

you grabbed his hand and walked away quickly, “okay spence show me to the alleyway.” you quickly said, not wanting to look at that bitch’s face. spencer was confused but he didn’t question it, he looked back at the bartender who was waving at him.

“oh gosh your right, there is a shit ton of blood.” you started to smell something a little funky, you walked to where the smell came from and there was another body that was coated with blood, it looked like something out of a horror movie, you tried to keep your cool, not wanting to seem weak, “spence! another body!” he ran up to you and his jaw dropped slightly at the scene.

“i’ll call hotch.”

~~~

once the day was over you sat on the comfy bed of your hotel room, your mind couldn’t stop thinking about how that bitch flirted with YOUR spencer right in front of you. your mind traveled to complete darkness, and before you knew it you walked out of your hotel room with a silver fork in your hand, you let your legs take control and you knew where you were headed.

you barged into the doors of the bar, you quickly searched for the woman and there she was, serving drinks and smiling all innocently, you scoffed, no way in hell is she innocent.

you approached her and she looked at you surprisingly, “oh hey! aren’t you that fbi dude from earlier?” you nodded, keeping a straight face, “where’s your friend?” she smirked, that’s it.

“i need your help with something, about the killer.” she beamed, “yeah anything!” you motioned for her to follow you and she told someone to cover for her, you led her to the alleyway where the same unsub kills his victims, you turned around and she looked scared, “uh, i-is that blood?” she pointed to the ground, “well yes, it might be.”

you pulled out your fork, you don’t know how you’re going to be able to kill her like this but it’s worth a try.

~~~

there she was... dead.

your fork was all crimson red and your hands were shaking, you felt like crying, how could you do something like this?

what would spencer think?

“fuck... what did i do?” you whisper yelled, your shaky hands traveled her arms, you slowly crossed her arms, guilt washed over you completely.

you slowly stood up and looked at her one last time before taking an anxiety written journey to the hotel.

~~~

“there’s been another murder at the same exact alleyway.” hotch announced, you were sweating bullets but kept your cool. “it’s a whole different m.o. it was just multiple stab wounds with a fork, our unsub does things more brutal than that.” rossi inspected the crime scene, “wait y/n that’s the bartender we talked to yesterday..” spencer looked at you in complete shock, your heart beat quickened, you felt like you were going to throw up. “t-that’s crazy...”

spencer nodded in agreement, you took a deep breath, everything is gonna be okay, you told yourself.

you and spencer told the devastating news to the bartenders sister, as you’d expect she was sobbing, “i’m very sorry for your loss.” you told her, you wanted to cry too, you really wanted to. spencer rubbed her shoulder and like that she started to calm down, “thank you, dr. reid.” she smiled at him, “no no, it’s no problem.” he looked at you and you just gave a sad smile, “i-i may need more help to uh... recover. mind if i ask you for your number, doctor?”

wait what.

you and spencer looked at each other, both of you completely taken aback.

“uh i-“

“i know some really good people that can help you out, i will give you their number instead.” you butted in, she just looked at you annoyingly, “uh.. no thanks.” she stood up and walked out. “that was uh... weird.” spencer blushed a little, you nodded, hiding your anger.

oh god.

the anger is coming back.

shit shit shit.

why now, why with a grieving family member?

i mean she did ask for your spencer’s number.

it’s a good enough reason to get rid of her.

you went to a private location and called up garcia, “what’s up, sugar?”

“hey garcia, i need you to send me an address from someone.”

“oh alright, who?”

“well you know the recent victim’s sister, she asked me for help with something and i don’t want to let her down.”

garcia gasped, “wait... does little y/n have a crush...” you almost choked on your spit, “whoa there, no way, not in a million years would i like a victims family member.”

“whatever you say lover boy, i sent you the address!”

“thanks garcia, your the best.”

~~~

here you go again, this time with a knife, you knocked on the door and the sister opened it, “oh hey, is there a problem?” why did she seem totally normal? shouldn’t she be bawling her eyes out? “uh well i wanted to talk about the numbers i told you about.” she looked bored, “oh... come in, i guess.”

you went inside, you turned around and she noticed the knife you were holding, “uh..”

and just like that you stabbed her, you wanted to stop but your mind traveled to where she asked for your lovers number, and all that anger came rushing in again.

you didn’t notice the door opening and spencer would be the one to look at the horror in front of him, “y/n?? stop! stop it!” he pulled you off of her, you turned your head to see a traumatized spencer reid, “what the- spencer? what are you doing here?” “what am i doing here?? what are YOU doing here?”

you both stood there quietly, then soft sobs came out of your lovers mouth, you looked up and saw spencer crying.

oh god, this was not what you wanted at all...

“fuck... spencer..”

you slowly approached him and hugged him, surprisingly he hugged you back, “w-what did you do...” he sobbed out.

“i’m sorry...”

“the others are gonna find out...”

“are you gonna tell them?”

“...no.”

you pulled back and looked right into his eyes, “you sure?”

“yeah i’m sure.” he sniffed, “i’ll make sure of it.”

there was silence again.

until reid spoke up.

“why did you do all this?” he wiped his tears off of his cheeks.

“i... i love you... like a lot and i don’t know if you’d like me back since i’m a guy and... i don’t know.” you buried your face in your hands, you wanted to cry, scream, destroy everything.

“y/n... this is not the way to get someone to like you-“

“I KNOW THAT! i know that.. fuck!” you cursed, a few tears threatening to spill.

“if- if it makes you feel any better... i’m bisexual...”

“fuck this isn’t the right time to come out.”

you couldn’t help but giggle, “it’s alright.”

~~~

the team tried to catch the guy who commited the two murders but no such luck, they arrested the one responsible for the 3 murders though.

you and spencer looked at each other, he smiled at you as you smiled at him back, secretly holding hands.

#criminal minds #yandere criminal minds #spencer reid #male reader #yandere male reader #spencer reid x male reader #yandere #yandere imagines #imagines #spencer reid imagines #tw murder #tw gore #this took me the entire day bshshzn

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24stiles920 · 6 years

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Frayed

Teen Wolf Rewrite

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Ages 16+, swearing, blood

Words: 3028

A/N: I’m so sorry for this chapter, but there’s only so much I’d could do with it. Anyway, hope you enjoy 😊

Season 3A Masterlist

I sighed as Coach blew his whistle once again, shouting at a kid who got out of his seat.

“Back to your seat!” He yelled, making my headache worse.

I leaned my head back against my seat, only to feel lips kissing my head gently. I smiled to myself; touched that Stiles was caring for me even if he wasn’t sitting with me.

“Yo, Scotty.” Stiles tried to get Scott’s attention, snapping his fingers. “Hey, yo, Scotty? Still with me?”

I turned around to see Scott zoned out, staring out the window. I grimaced in sympathy; the poor guy has been through a lot in just a short amount of time.

“Scott?” I called, reaching over the back of my seat and touching his arm softly.

Scott flinched, rubbing his face that was against the window. “Yeah, sorry. Uh, what’s the word?”

“’Anachronism.’” Stiles told him, reading off an app on his iPad.

“Something that exists out of its normal time.” Scott answered flawlessly.

“Nice.” Stiles nodded. “Okay, Y/N, you’re next. ‘Resplendent.’”

“Shining or glowing.” I answered without much thought.

“That’s my girl!” Stiles beamed at me. “Okay, next word, Scott…’incongruous.’”

Scott winced in pain. “Um, can you use it in a sentence?”

“Yes. Yes, I can.” Stiles nodded. “It’s completely incongruous that we’re sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross-country meet after what just happened—incongruous.”

“Out of place, ridiculous, absurd.” Scott recalled, ignoring Stiles’ sentence.

“Perfect.” Stiles gave Scott a thumb’s up. “Okay, next word. Um, Darach. Darach, it’s a noun.”

“Stiles Stilinski.” I groaned, slamming my aching head into the leather-coated seat while Scott blinked at Stiles repeatedly.

“We have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we’re gonna be stuck in this thing for like five hours, so why not?”

Scott didn’t answer, instead sighing loudly and leaning his head back against the window with a painful look on his face.

“Next word…” Stiles sighed. “’Intransigent.’”

“Stubborn, obstinate.’” I answered easily.

The bus went over a huge bump, making the vehicle rattle. Scott grunted in pain and clutched his side tightly. Stiles and I exchanged worried looks.

“Oh, Scott, are you okay?” I worried. Scott grunted breathlessly in response.

“We shouldn’t have come.” Stiles declared. “I knew it. We shouldn’t have come.”

“We had to.” Scott said weakly. “There’s safety in numbers.”

“Yeah, well, there’s also death in numbers, okay?” Stiles retorted. “It’s called a massacre… or a bloodbath, carnage, slaughter, butchery, wow, that’s…”

Scott groaned again while Stiles was reading off his iPad, and I had had enough of watching my best friend be in pain.

“All right, Scott, I’m telling Coach that—”

“No.” Scott interrupted me. “No, no, no. I’m all right.”

“Well, you don’t look all right.” I snapped.

“Would you just let us see it?” Stiles asked, reaching forward to grab Scott’s shirt, only for Scott to slap his hand away.

“I’m okay.” Scott insisted.

“Just let me see it, okay?” Stiles asked gently. My heart melted at the sight of him trying to take care of our friend.

“Okay.” Scott nodded. He pulled up his white t-shirt to reveal three gashes in his left side. They were bloody and gross, and they didn’t look like they were healing at all.

“Oh, dude…” Stiles gaped.

“I know it’s bad,” Scott started, pulling down his shirt. “But it’s because they’re from an alpha. It’ll take longer to heal.”

“How come Boyd and Isaac are fine then?” I asked, nodding to the boys that sat a few rows ahead of us.

Scott didn’t answer. He leaned his head on the window and stared out of the glass.

“I can’t believe he’s dead.” He moaned. “I can’t believe Derek’s dead.”

I pursed my lips and turned back around, a certain sadness settling into my bones. It was true. Derek was dead.

Derek and I weren’t close. In fact, I wouldn’t call us friends, but he had become a permanent fixture in our lives and to think that he was gone… well, it hurt.

Derek, Peter, Boyd, and Cora had a plan to kill Deucalion, thinking that once the leader of the alpha pack was dead, the rest of the pack would disappear. Scott disagreed, and set up a meeting just to talk to Deucalion, bringing Isaac with him. Derek and the rest of his pack followed Scott there without him knowing, and a fight broke out, resulting in Derek’s death.

Coach’s whistle chirped again.

“Two of you, back in your seats!” Coach yelled. “Jared, again, car sick? Every time—how do you even get on the bus? Look at me. No, don’t look at me. Look at the horizon. Keep your eyes…keep your eyes on the horizon. McCall, not you too?”

I looked back at Scott to see that he had a deep grimace on his face, his eyebrows furrowed.

“No, Coach, I’m good.” Scott called.

“Hey, Scott, you’re bleeding again.” Stiles pointed out, nodding at Scott’s side, where blood was seeping through the material of Scott’s t-shirt. “And don’t tell me that it’s just taking longer to heal, okay? Because I’m pretty sure that still bleeding means not healing, like, at all.”

Scott ignored Stiles, looking at Ethan, who was sitting with Danny a couple of rows ahead of us. “He’s listening.”

“Is he gonna do something?” I asked worriedly.

Scott shook his head. “Not in front of this many people.”

“Okay, well, what about the two ticking time bombs sitting right near him?” Stiles wondered, gesturing to Boyd and Isaac.

“No, they won’t.” Scott assured us. “Not here.”

“Okay, well, what it they do? Are you gonna stop ‘em?” Stiles questioned.

“If I have to.” Scott nodded.

The bus driver slammed on the breaks as traffic slowed to a complete stand-still. Scott grunted in pain and Stiles’ head slammed against the back of my seat.

“You okay, babe?” I asked him, reaching towards him and brushing his fringe back.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Stiles sent me a smile.

Suddenly Scott stood up and stepped over Stiles to get to the aisle.

“Scott?” Stiles asked. “Where are you going?”

“Boyd.” Scott answered. “He’s gonna do something.”

“Okay, what?” Stiles narrowed his eyes. “How do you know?”

“Look at his hands.” Scott nodded at Boyd.

He slowly made his way towards Boyd and Isaac and placed his hand on Boyd’s claws, talking to him quietly. Boyd must’ve agreed to whatever Scott told him, because Scott came back, clutching his side as he scooted through the aisle and back to his seat.

“Crisis averted?” Stiles asked.

“Mm-hmm.” Scott murmured.

“Okay, good. Cause we got another problem.” Stiles proclaimed. “Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It’s like he’s waiting for something, you know, like, a message, or a signal of some kind. I don’t know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you both know that.”

I held in my laugh while Scott glared at Ethan.

“I don’t like him sitting with Danny.” Scott muttered.

“Yeah, neither do I.” I agreed.

Stiles pulled out his phone, catching mine and Scott’s curious glances.

“I’m gonna see what he’s waiting for.” Stiles said.

“What are you doing?” I asked my boyfriend.

“I’m gonna ask.” Stiles answered, typing in a text to send to Danny. Danny looked back at Stiles, and Stiles smiled and waved cheekily. Danny shook his head, causing Stiles to text him again.

Danny visibly put away his phone, making Stiles keep texting him. The whole bus could hear Danny’s phone beeping again and again as Stiles text him. Ethan gave Danny a funny look. Suddenly Ethan turned his head to look back at Scott, Stiles, and I, causing us to duck our heads under the seats.

“Well, that wasn’t very subtle.” Stiles muttered.

Finally, Stiles’ phone dinged with a message from Danny.

Someone close to him is sick. Might not make it through the night.

“Ennis?” Scott asked after Stiles read the text message out loud.

“Okay, so does that mean, uh—”

“He’s not dead.” Scott realized.

“Not yet.” I corrected him.

“Jared, I'm warning you. I'm an empathetic vomiter.” Coach said loudly to the car-sick Jared. “You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting.”

“Please don’t talk about throwing up.” Jared said meekly. “It’s not good.”

“I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared.” Coach threatened.

“It’s not good. It’s not good.” Jared repeated. Poor guy.

Coach turned to the rest of the bus with a glare. “Now the rest of you, don’t think we’re gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, and Jared. We’re gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us!”

Stiles put his hand up, tired of seeing Scott in pain.

“Stilinski, put your hand down.” Coach ordered.

“You know, there’s, like, a food exit about a half a mile up. I don’t know if we stop and then maybe—”

“We’re not gonna stop.” Coach interrupted Stiles.

“Okay, but if we stop—”

Coach blew his whistle, cutting Stiles off again. “Stilinski! Shut it! Seriously! It’s a little bus! Stop asking questions!”

Stiles sighed and covered his mouth with his hand. “I hate him.”

I laughed through my nose and looked to Scott, who had his eyes closed. “Did you call Dr. Deaton?”

“I keep getting his voice mail.” Scott sighed.

“That’s it.” I gritted through my teeth and grabbing my phone from my bag. “I’m calling Lydia and Allison.”

“How are they gonna help back in Beacon Hills?” Scott wondered breathlessly.

“They’re not. They’ve been following us for hours.” I told him.

“Pathetic.” Stiles added.

I dialed Lydia’s number and listened as the phone rang.

“Hey, Y/N.” Lydia greeted in a cheerful tone. “Yeah, we’re just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and—”

“I know you guys are right behind us.” I interrupted her. “Put me on speaker.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, look, Scott’s still hurt.” I told Allison and Lydia.

“What do you mean still?” Allison questioned. “He’s not healing?”

“No, he’s not healing.” I said. “I think he’s actually getting worse. The blood’s turning, like, a black color.”

Stiles gestured for the phone, and I gave him a questioning look.

“Let me talk to them.” He whispered.

I handed him my phone without a word, rolling my eyes as I did so.

“What’s wrong with him?” Stiles asked sarcastically. “I don’t—do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How the fuck am I supposed to know that?”

There was a long pause as Allison and Lydia talked on the other line, Stiles rolling his eyes in response to whatever they were saying.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying.” Stiles piped up in an annoyed tone. “Reason? Have you met this guy?”

Stiles huffed as he hung up the phone and gave it back to me.

“I should’ve just let you deal with them.” He muttered to me before standing up to go talk to Coach.

“Coach, it’s five minutes for a bathroom break, okay?” Stiles pleaded. “We’ve been on this thing for, like, three hours—”

Coach blew his whistle, stopping Stiles’ sentence for a moment, before he continued.

“It’s sixty miles to the next rest stop—”

The whistle blew again, interrupting Stiles again.

“Being cooped up for hours is not good—”

Whistle.

“You know, our bladders aren’t exactly—”

Coach blew the damn whistle again, making Stiles shake with rage.

“Coach, this is—”

Chirp.

“Can you—”

Whistle.

“Please—Let me talk!”

Coach laughed before blowing the whistle for a long while.

“Get back to your seat, Stilinski!” Coach yelled.

“Okay!” Stiles roared, turning to come back to Scott and I.

“And Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon.” Coach instructed Jared.

Stiles got a twinkle in his eye before turning around and sitting next to Jared. I couldn’t hear what he said, but the next moment, Stiles jumped up as Jared started projectile vomiting everywhere.

Stiles laughed as he ran back to his seat next to Scott while I glared at him, trying not to puke myself.

The bus quickly pulled over at the rest stop and everyone ran off the bus. Stiles and I each took a side of Scott and helped him walk to the restroom, while Allison and Lydia caught up to us.

“Jared, you suck!” Coach’s words followed us. “Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop or a new bus.”

Stiles and I lowered Scott to the floor while he gasped in pain. Allison raised his shirt, showing that the wounds had turned black.

“Oh, my God.” Allison whispered, looking to Scott. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“Sorry.” Scott whispered weakly.

“Okay. Just give us a second, okay?” Allison told Scott, giving him a nod. She turned to Stiles, Lydia, and I with a concerned look. “This shouldn’t be happening. I’ve seen him heal from worse than this.”

“Okay, what do we do then?” I asked, panicking slightly.

Stiles grabbed my hand and squeezed it, while asking, “Do we just call an ambulance?”

“What if it’s too late?” Allison replied. “What if they can’t help?”

“We gotta do something.” Stiles said strongly.

“You know, it could be psychological.” Lydia spoke up suddenly.

“What do you mean,” Stiles asked her. “Like, psychosomatic?”

“No, she means, Somatoformic.” I told him.

“Som—” Stiles tried to repeat.

“A physical illness from a psychogenic cause.” Lydia explained.

Stiles looked to me, silently asking me to explain what Lydia just said.

“It’s all in his head.” I said.

“All in his head?” Stiles repeated thoughtfully. He was quiet for a moment before his face lit up in realization. “Because of Derek. He’s not letting himself heal because Derek died.”

“So what do we do?” Allison asked.

Lydia rummaged through her pink, leather purse, pulling out a miniature sewing kit and holding it up.

“Stitch him up.” Lydia ordered. Stiles, Allison, and I looked at her like she was crazy. “I’m serious. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it’s healing.”

Allison grabbed the sewing kit and took the needle from the plastic box, and sanitized it with a lighter while Stiles, Lydia, and I tried to sterilize the area with paper towels.

“He’s gonna need another shirt.” Allison said. “Where’s his bag?”

“Um, I’m gonna get it.” Stiles nodded nervously. “I hate needles anyway, so…”

He went to leave but glanced at Scott and gave Allison a nervous look.

“Uh, do you know what you’re doing?” He asked her.

Allison nodded. “Yeah, my father taught me.”

“I mean, how fast are you gonna… I mean, the bus, like, the bus could leave.” Stiles stammered.

“Well, you just make sure it doesn’t leave.” Allison replied, looking back at him.

“I can help, babe.” I gave Stiles a short smile and grabbed him hand, pulling him out of the restroom.

I led Stiles to the bus, where we waited for Lydia, Allison, and Scott to come out of the bathroom. They were taking forever, and when Lydia came rushing out of the building with a worried look on her face, I knew luck wasn’t in our favor.

“What’s wrong?” I asked Lydia.

“Allison can’t get the needle threaded.” Lydia answered. “She sent me out here so she could concentrate.”

Right then Coach blew his whistle and stepped off the newly cleaned bus.

“Let’s go!” He yelled, gesturing with his arm to gather onto the bus. “Back on the bus!”

Isaac and Boyd walked over to us with curious faces.

“Where’s Scott?” Isaac asked, looking around to Scott.

“He wasn’t healing.” Stiles said before proceeding to explain what was happening to Scott and how Allison was stitching him up because he thought it was his fault that Derek was dead.

Isaac growled and ran away to where Ethan and Danny were talking by a tree, and tackled Ethan, punching him in the face. The fighting went on and Stiles and I looked on, not knowing what to do to make Isaac stop.

“Stiles, what’s happening?” Scott asked Stiles, suddenly appearing over his shoulder.

“They went after him.” Stiles shrugged. “I told ‘em what was happening with you and they just went after him.”

“Who, Boyd?” questioned Scott, rushing over to the group that was surrounding Isaac and Ethan.

“Isaac,” Coach called, trying to stop the fighting. “Isaac, Isaac! Back off! Stop!”

Scott pushed through the crowd and yelled, “ISAAC!”

Isaac immediately stopped punching Ethan, glancing at Scott with sheepish eyes.

Stiles and I exchanged looks as we remembered an incident last February when it was Isaac’s first full moon and he was about to attack us when Derek roared.

Isaac panted, getting his frustrations out as he walked away from Ethan while Danny rushed to the injured alpha.

“All right!” Coach yelled finally, blowing his whistle angrily. “Back on the freakin’ bus!”

There were murmurs as everyone lined up to get back on the bus. Allison and Lydia joined the queue, abandoning Allison’s car, as they had run out of gas.

Stiles and I sat together in the seat in front of Scott and Allison, while Lydia sat in front of us.

“All right. Let’s go over this one more time.” Stiles spoke up, ten or so minutes after the bus started up again. “So, it’s the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he’s, like, a dark druid of some kind.”

“Or actually is a dark druid.” I said, looking at Stiles intently.

“A Darach.” Stiles nodded.

“Not to interrupt, but, you know that some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle.” Lydia spoke up, turning around in her seat to look at us.

Stiles sighed and quirked his eyebrows.

“So we got alpha werewolves against a dark druid.” Stiles summed up.

“Yeah.” I exhaled, leaning my head against his shoulder.

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