A/N: Here it is! For those who may not be aware, this is a sequel to my other story which is called Light At The End Of The Tunnel. You can go read it, or you can skip over it and just read this story. It's really up to what you want to do, but there might be a couple of things that don't make sense. This chapter takes place a couple of days after the last chapter of LATEOFT. I got a lot of great reviews for my last story, and I hope this one gets the same response.
Disclaimer:As much as I would like to, I don't own Teen Wolf. Any recognizable content is not mine. The only thing that belongs to me is Izzie and the plot line I have created for her.
"I want to reserve the right to say I told you so when you realize giving Jackson the bite was a bad idea," Izzie told Derek as she looked around the abandoned train warehouse that Derek had decided to move into. At least it was a step up from the burnt remnants of his house.
"If I would have known how opposed to the decision you were going to be, I never would have told you in the first place," Derek scowled.
"And I would have found out, and we would be right back to square one now wouldn't we?" Izzie asked referring back to the first conversation she and Derek had after becoming the alpha.
"Okay, we're going to make a new deal with new conditions," Izzie said after barging into Derek's charred house.
"Excuse me?" Derek asked in confusion.
"Last time it didn't work out so great. You kept things from me, and I kept things from you. We aren't going to do that this time," Izzie said matter-of-factly.
"Why are you even here Izzie? I killed the alpha, Scott is as safe as he can be, and you got what you want. So what are you doing here?"
"Look, Scott hates you now more than ever. There's no way he would ever be a part of your pack."
"Thank you for stating the obvious, but that still doesn't answer my question."
"Last time I was helping you, it was on your terms, but now it's going to be on mine."
"And what makes you think I would even let that be an option?" Derek asked. He was actually kind of amused at how controlling Izzie was trying to be.
"Because you need help. And right now, I'm the only one giving it to you. While you were using me to get to Scott in order to find the alpha, I had diluted myself into thinking I had a crush on you. But now I know better. This is a one-time offer. Either I'm with you or I'm not, it's up to you. But I know one thing for sure; things will be a whole lot more difficult for you without me."
And that was when Derek realized that if Izzie were to ever be a werewolf, she would probably give him a run for his money.
"Why are you so against me having Jackson in my pack anyway?"
"Because I know him a lot better than you do, and he's not one for pack life."
"I guess we're just going to have to wait and see."
"So I know you need more people. Do you have anybody in mind?" Izzie asked curiously.
"There's this kid who works at the cemetery. His dad's is an abusive ass."
"Define kid."
"He's your age. He's the only one I have in mind right now, and I want you to be on the look out for two more."
"Any specific requirements?" Izzie asked.
"The bite needs to be something that makes their life better. The last thing I need is to have somebody like Scott."
"But you'll take somebody like Jackson," Izzie muttered under her breath.
"We're talking about something else now," Derek glared at her.
"Okay, fine. There's actually something I've been meaning to tell you," Izzie said. She had tried to tell Derek about her powers ever since he became the alpha, but something would always come up.
"So you've said every time we've had a conversation."
"It's not my fault that Scott and Stiles have horrible timing. It's not like they know that I'm here."
"You're the one choosing not to tell them."
"They're the ones who have stopped telling me or including me in anything werewolf related since that night."
"Because the past few days have been so full of danger."
"We're getting off track here," Izzie said with a glare. "So you know how I'm working at the clinic? With Dr. Deaton?" Izzie asked.
"Yes. Why?"
"Well I haven't exactly been," Izzie stopped talking when her phone went off, "seriously?" she yelled in frustration. Maybe it was a sign that she shouldn't tell him. Every time she's tried, something has stopped it from happening. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket and looked at what it said. Her face must have given her away because Derek was quick to ask what was wrong.
"It's Stiles. It says that Lydia's missing," she said quietly. She quickly dialed his number to figure out what happened.
"Hello?" Stiles answered. Izzie didn't bother putting it on speaker, considering Derek would be able to hear everything anyway.
"What happened?" Izzie asked.
"I don't know. Everybody in the hospital heard her scream, and when your mom and I went in there she was gone."
"Where the hell could she have gone to?" Izzie asked confused.
"I don't know, but it gets worse," Stiles said causing Izzie to close her eyes.
"Of course it does."
"She's naked," Stiles stuttered out.
"You have got to be kidding me," Izzie said rubbing her hand on her forehead.
"I wish. Scott's going to help me look for her," Izzie looked over at Derek with a face that said 'have I proved my point?'
"Alright, make sure you guys are careful," Izzie said picking at one of her nails. Instead of getting a reply, she just heard the beep that signified the end of a call.
"So you were saying?" Derek asked, referring to the conversation they were previously having.
"You know what? It's not even that important," the look on Derek's face told her that her heart beat revealed the lie, "I'm just going to go home."
Izzie turned around and started walking away, but she was stopped by Derek's voice.
"Text me when you get there," Izzie heard him say.
"Since when did you start acting like a worried mother?" Izzie asked sarcastically.
"Since a possible werewolf is on the loose, and so far my only pack member is a human."
"Well thanks for the concern, but I'll be just fine."
"You know people say those kind of things in horror movies and then they're the next to get killed."
"You say that like you've actually watched a horror movie recently. I'll be fine. Seriously," Izzie said finally walking out. She was going to have to leave soon anyway.
She had the car, and she needed to pick her mom up at work. She liked "working" at the clinic, because she had the car more often to do things. She had worked with Deaton a bit more, and he thinks she's ready to expand beyond seeing things and feeling things. She never did get around to telling Stiles what exactly she was learning with her powers. But now that she's been spending a lot of time with Derek, she's sure she won't be telling him a whole lot more anyway.
"I texted you like you asked, there was no need to check up on me," Izzie said upon hearing her window open. She was sitting on her bed on her laptop, but she looked up at him when he started talking.
"I was at the cemetery."
"Did you talk to that guy? What was his name?" Izzie asked.
"I may have planted the idea in his head. His name's Isaac."
"Are you talking about Isaac Lahey?" Izzie asked.
"You know him?"
"Not really. I know he gets pretty banged up at lacrosse. I've seen him when I've watched the practices. It must be brutal when you add that along with his dad," Izzie said sympathetically. "Is he going to do it?"
"He hasn't said yes or no yet, but I'm sure he'll be onboard."
"You didn't have to come over here to tell me that."
"There was something else. There was an omega there," Derek said leaning up against the wall.
"What was it doing? Eating the heart out of a corpse or something?" Izzie asked sarcastically.
"It was her liver, actually."
"That was more information than I cared to know," Izzie said glancing back down at her laptop before looking up again.
"If you get the chance tomorrow, I want you to talk to Isaac," Derek said after a couple minutes of silence.
"What would I possibly say to him? 'Hey Isaac, you should become a werewolf so Derek can become stronger.' I don't think that's really going to help."
"No," Derek gave Izzie a glare that doesn't even phase her anymore, "just talk to him. It might make his decision easier if he knows he'll have a friend after he gets the bite."
"That would be pointless. I can't talk to him after he gets the bite otherwise Scott and Stiles will figure out what's going on."
"You can't have the best of both worlds Izzie. You're the one that came to me."
"I know," Izzie said looking down at her keyboard.
"I'm not asking you to get a tattoo on your forehead saying your in my pack. I just need you to talk to him."
" He's in my chemistry class. I'll talk to him," Izzie finally said.
"Thank you," Derek replied as if the simple phrase was going to land him on his death-bed.
"You better go before Scott gets home," Izzie said quietly, but when she looked up, he was already gone.
"You could have at least closed the window," Izzie said out loud before getting up to shut it.
When she got back on her bed, she returned to surfing the internet. After a few minutes she leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes.
"What have I got myself into?" she quietly asked herself.
At school, Izzie spent a lot of time ignoring the comments people were making about Lydia. They weren't saying anything mean; it was just annoying that it was the only thing everybody was talking about. In chemistry, Izzie found herself getting a bit nervous. Luckily for her, she could blame her heart beat on the pop quiz that douchebag Harris decided to pass out to everyone.
While everybody else was paying attention to Stiles getting in trouble, Izzie was paying attention to Jackson and the black blood that was dripping from his nose. Izzie grabbed her phone and typed as fast as she could, hoping Mr. Harris wouldn't catch her.
To Derek:
Isn't black blood a bad thing? Check on Jackson
It wasn't like she was expecting for Derek to reply back, but she did want to know what was up with Jackson. It would have made the class period go by a lot faster if she hadn't been checking her phone every other minute. She wasn't surprised when the bell rang and she still didn't have a text. She packed her things, told Scott and Stiles to go on without her, and waited for Isaac to finally leave the classroom. Then she did what any desperate person would do; she stumbled into him; as violently as she could while still making it look like an accident. But she did feel bad when his things clattered to the floor in a very noisy manner.
"I am so sorry," Izzie said bending down to help him pick up his things.
"Don't worry about it, it's fine," Isaac said looking at the ground.
"No really, I'm such a klutz sometimes. I'm surprised I haven't given myself permanent damage yet," Izzie said handing him his last notebook. "It's Isaac, right?" Izzie asked as if she wasn't sure.
"Yeah, but I'm sorry I don't know you're name."
"No worries, it's Izzie," she replied with a smile. She was kind of surprised when he smiled back, and she had to blink a couple of times in order to focus. He had a really nice smile.
"Well at least you helped me pick things up. Most people would have just kept walking."
"I would have felt like a jerk if I didn't," Izzie said honestly. "That's some black eye you got there," Izzie said biting her lip. She hoped she didn't just mess up the whole conversation.
"Yeah, I got it during lacrosse practice," Isaac replied. Izzie internally breathed a sigh of relief; he didn't shut her out, so that was a good sign.
"You play lacrosse? I don't think I've ever noticed you before," Izzie said and then winced at how that sounded. "I'm sorry, that sounded horrible."
"No it's okay, I don't really play that often so-"
"I honestly didn't mean for it to sound like that. My brother Scott plays, so he's really the only person I watch."
"That would make sense."
"So what's your number?" Izzie asked before wincing again. "Your jersey number," she clarified. "I'm not doing so well with the talking thing today," she said sheepishly.
"Don't worry about it. It's actually pretty cute," Isaac said, causing Izzie to blush. This is not what she was expecting to come out of this conversation.
"I, uh, thanks," Izzie finally settled on saying, still blushing.
"It's fourteen. Who knows, maybe I'll play better if I know you're watching," Isaac had a shy smile on his face.
"I'm looking forward to it," Izzie looked up as the next bell rang signaling that they were late for class. "I guess that means we should go," Izzie realized she was a lot sadder than she should have been by this tiny revelation.
"I guess so, but I'll see you around?" Isaac asked hopefully.
"Definitely," Izzie smiled as she started to walk away
A/N: I can't wait to read your lovely reviews :)