((hello! long time no...write? i made an update chapter asking if i should continue to update about a week ago and i heard your cries! this is short, i know, but i had about a fourth of this chapter already written in my docs so i just randomly decided to finish the chapter and upload it. i'm hopefully gonna write one more chapter tonight and upload again soon! anyway, i'm gonna respond to a few reviews.

InfinityMars: thank you!

tffnykzks: haha this ones for you (: thats such a strange ship name, maybe we can come up with a better one together (;

enjoy! pls R+R...do people still say that on here? it's been a long time..))

Chapter Ten

As soon as the words left Scott's lips, Derek was running in the same direction as the Kanima, leaving his beta behind to take care of the rest of his pack. Allison moved away from the three teens to comfort Lydia, who was still standing, distraught and confused, on the porch.

Scott waited until Lydia and Allison were in the car and halfway down the street before letting his eyes change as he slightly transformed so he could track Derek and the Kanima. Stiles scrambled for his Jeep, practically tripping over nothing as he unlock the door and dove inside. Scott slid into the back, letting Daisy sit in the front. He slapped the driver's side headrest, as if to tell Stiles to hurry up.

Daisy slipped into the passenger side as the engine started with a hum, buckling her seatbelt while she flipped open the mirror above her head to check out her injury. It wasn't that bad, it probably didn't need stitches, but it looks like there would be a nasty bruise there in the morning.

Stiles screeched off the curb and into the road, listening to Scott's abrupt directions on where to go.

They weren't driving for long before they ended up in the industrial district of Beacon Hills. Daisy barely had any time to throw an arm out to brace against the dashboard as the Jeep skidded to a halt. A strip of spikes stopped the car from going any further. Stiles turned to Daisy with wide eyes, then whipping his head around to look at Scott.

"What do we do n-" Stiles' sentence wasn't finished as Scott climbed over Daisy and out the door. Stiles and Daisy shared a look, and turned at the sound of metal clanging together to see Scott scaling the fence in front of them. Stiles sighed loudly and let his head fall back onto the headrest.

"Are we just going to sit out here? Is there anything we can do to help?" Daisy asked, turning in her seat and fidgeting with her fingers. In reality, she knew that she and Stiles couldn't do anything but wait. They weren't the ones with special werewolf-y powers. They sat in tense silence, Daisy repeatedly clenching her fingers inward, trying to stave off her anxious energy. She gasped loudly, jumping in her seat, when she heard multiple gunshots go off, one after the other. She didn't know about Derek but she knew that Scott didn't have a gun. Her hands shook slightly at the realization that someone else was with them, and that those shots could be directed at her friend.

She looked out through the windshield and waited.

It was only a minute longer before she saw Scott running back up to the fence, climbing over it with ease and landing with grace. He nodded once, looking at Stiles, and ran past the jeep and turning a corner. Stiles turned the keys in the ignition, violently turning the wheel in order to turn the car around in time to follow Scott. Stiles drove quickly, taking the back roads that Scott led them down until they reached an industrial looking building with a line outside of it. A club? Daisy asked herself as she and Stiles jumped out of the jeep, jogging to catch up with Scott who had stopped along the side of the building, peeking out and looking at the crowd.

Stiles ran ahead, spooking Scott when he turned around. He apologized quickly, sounding completely unapologetic.

"Did you see where he went?" Daisy heard Stiles ask when she finally caught up.

"I lost him," Scott said softly, eyes darting around as he tried to find his target.

"What!?" Stiles exclaimed. "You couldn't catch a scent?"

"I don't think he has one," Scott said, finally looking at the pair.

Daisy scrunched up her nose. "How the hell does he not have a scent. It's Jackson, shouldn't he smell...I don't know... like douchey expensive cologne?" Stiles gave her a look, as if he was silently agreeing with her.

"Any clue on where he's going?" he asked.

"To kill someone," Scott replied dumbly, which earned him an overly sarcastic response from his best friend.

"-Scott c'mon. I'm 147 lbs of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense. Daisy is smaller and I'd like to think her defense is her charm. That and she could probably break anyone's face if sh-" Stiles began to ramble, obviously nervous.

"Just help me find it, oka-"

Stiles cut Scott off. "Not 'it'. Jackson."

"Didn't he pass Derek's 'test' or whatever? How did he pass it? Does he even know that he's the Kanima?" Daisy shot off rapid fire questions, sharing Stiles' nervous ramble. The word felt foreign on her tongue. She was uncomfortable with how comfortable she was about the entire situation. She shouldn't have been able to melt into this life so easily, but here she was.

"Maybe it's like an either-or thing...right?" Stiles asked, looking back and forth between Daisy and Scott. "A snake can't be poisoned by its own venom. When is the Kanima not the Kanima?"

Daisy's heart clenched, pounding in her ears over Scott's response when she looked up. She heard a hissing and her hand shot out, slapping the air until she felt Stiles' hoodie sleeve and tugged, surprising him. He looked at her, eyes darting across her face and noting the sudden fear. He followed her gaze and saw the Kanima tail, slithering back and forth, the rest of its body in the night club.

"Uh," Stiles said, backing up and pulling Daisy with him. He didn't take his eyes off the tail. "Dude…" Scott turned and looked at them, moving backwards until he could see what they see. A second later the Kanima tail slithered inside.

"He's inside," Daisy said smartly, scowling to herself at the unsteadiness of her heart. "What the hell is he going to do inside of a club?"

Scott looked forward into the line of people. "I know who he's after." Daisy, startled, looked at Scott, then at the line and recognized a familiar face from school. Danny.

"God damn it." She muttered bitterly.