Episode 4

Rae

I crouched on the rooftop, watching as Scott and Stiles paced back and forth. "I knew she would get it!" Stiles grinned. I tilted my head. "Yeah but we don't need excess people. Especially one we don't know of what she is capable." Derek walked out of the shadows. I stayed back, and kept listening to them. "Oh c'mon Derek. Stop being a stick in the mud." Stiles grumbled. I felt sad, that Derek still doesn't trust me. "So she's sure this plan will work?" Scott asked Stiles, who nodded vigorously.  I knew by the smell who the Benu was. The second week of school Lydia had introduced me to her party friends. One in particular stood out. Natasha Chase. She smelled of twentyone black by Rue 21. I know because that’s my favorite perfume. I never leave without it. But that day I had been rushing. She had shaken my hand, and smiled. But when she walked away I could’ve sworn I’d see bird legs under those nylons. “She’s not trust worthy!” Derek’s pissy tune brought me back to now. Tamara came up beside me and sat cross legged. “Hey.” She said softly. I nodded. “Bastard.” I muttered, and Scott’s and Derek’s head snapped around to look at me. Stiles looked around wildly. “What?!” Scott grabbed his shoulder and turned him to look at us. I waved at him, and then continued talking. “So Derek, I don’t know why you don’t like me, but you need to put that aside for tonight. She’s coming. I can smell her.” Scott turned. “Me too.” Natasha appeared in the entrance to the small alley beneath the roof, off to the side if the school. “Scott?” She called. I jumped from the roof, to the fire escape. “Yeah, back here.” He called. I could feel her anger, she knew. “Scott, she knows. Get back.” He started walking backwards. She had transformed. “How’d you know? The Beastiary? Your senses? The smell? Or maybe the blood on my heels, after Tommy was found.” I swallowed hard, and dropped down, behind Scott. “Ahh. The infamous and rare Phoenix. How are you cousin?” I blinked, “Curious. How are we related?” She grinned. “Your mother’s brother is my father. Oh don’t look so excited. He died. In the fire. With everyone else.” Derek laughed, “What is it with fires and families with supernaturals.” I ignored him. “Natasha. How are you alive? You weren’t even born yet. And both your parents died.” She grinned. “Actually, no. They didn’t die. At least not right away. Dad was rushed to the hospital. He died later that night. Mom was close to her due date. They say the doctor came into the room. She was gone. I was left there, crying. They say she ran away. She didn’t. I know what happened.” She stopped and smiled at me. “You look so much like her.” “Who?” “Your mother.” She cackled. I stepped forwards. She ran at me, jumping and kicking, I ducked and swept my leg around knocking her down. Tamara, Lydia, and Claire came running up and stopped watching us. Stiles was standing like he wanted to jump in. Derek and Scott were holding him back. I tuned and faced her, still not changed. “I won’t hurt you.” I said softly. “You’re family.” She wiped blood from her nose, and laughed again. “Good. It’ll make killing you so much easier.” I blinked and shook my head. “Why haven’t you changed Rain?” I stopped. “What’d you just call me?!” She grinned showing her horrible teeth, inside her “beak”.  “You know. It’s funny. You are technically younger than Claire. Hell everyone here.” I say shock on Claire’s face. “SHUT UP!” I charged her and grabbed her middle, smashing her against the wall. “Agh!” She cried out. “So,” she managed to gasp, landing a punch then a kick. “Why haven’t you changed yet? Are you afraid to show them? Or are you unable to control it?” I blocked another kick, and spun around, holding my breath, my foot at her throat. “Nice heels. Are these the ones you stole?” Was it possible this bitch was watching my every move? “Claire get out. Stiles, get her out.” He kind stood there. “Do it!” I screamed. He ran and grabbed her pulling her back. “NO!” she yelled. “Scot, Derek, get back. Block Tamara and Lydia, don’t let them get hurt.” They stood by the girls. I closed my eyes and let tears fall, “You’re actually gonna do it? Only worthy ones live.” Natasha smiled evilly. “You’re not worthy of anything. Nothing, you’re nothing but dirt.” I kicked her throat, and she stumbled back gasping. “Bitch!” she squeaked. I smiled. “No. You’re the bitch. You stole my perfume!” I kicked her back against the wall, and let the power out. I burst into a ball of flame.

Stiles

About a minute reversed

“No! RAE!” Claire screamed, gripping my upper arms. “Shh.” I whispered stroking her hair. “No! That’s my sister! She’s going to die.” I chuckled. “Looks like she’s got this.” Then my heart dropped. Rae had kicked Natasha’s throat. Then she’d put her arms out and burst into a fire. “No!” This time I was screaming. “No, Stiles.” Derek grabbed me, and I tried to get out of his hold.” Claire had run to Tamara and collapsed into her arms. It seemed like years, but was only seconds, until Rae had dropped. And Natasha was gone. The fire was gone. I pushed Derek and ran in what felt like slow motion. “Rae!”

Rae

                Cold. So cold, and tired. “Rae?!” Stiles? Help me. Please help me! I can’t feel anything. Claire! Oh no, Stiles take care of Claire if I die. Please. Everything faded.