Melanie's POV

Uncle Chris took Allie and I to the Morgue at the hospital. He walks over to one of the bodies that were covered by the white sheets. He stands at one of them, reading a tag. "This one. Sean." He walks away from the two of us. "Sean was killed by this thing Gerard says is kind of a shapeshifter. It hasn't been around for centuries."

"The thing you shot outside the club the other night." Allison says.

Uncle Chris nods. "South American legend we know of calls it the Kanima." I nod as he points to a woman's body. "This one. Jessica."

"The police think it was done by someone else." He tells us. "We think it's a person who's controlling this other shapeshifter. That means two killers, girls." He says to us. I look down. "One human, one not. You know, the question I had after Gerard first told me about our family, 'Why us?' and he quoted Winston Churchill. 'The price of greatness is responsibility.'" He says to us. I sigh. "Personally I think it's more about knowledge. But we know the truth. We know about the world. That makes us responsible. For a young couple, their newborn daughter. Anyone that doesn't have the power to defend themselves. Are you both starting to get it?"

"I get that this isn't a lecture." Allison says to him.

"It's an interrogation." I say to them.

"That depends on what you know." Chris says to us. "Gerard showed me the library. Cameras didn't catch anything, but do you really think a little high school fight can explain the amount of damage? We know you're both trying to protect your friends, but people are dying." He tells us. I look down. "A child was orphaned. What you both know makes you both responsible." He says and pulls the sheet off Jessica's dead body. "It makes you responsible for this."

Allison and I both look away, only looking at Uncle Chris. "What do you want us to tell you?" Allison asks, her voice shaking.

He walks closer to us. "Anything you know. Anything that can lead us to answering the one question that might mean everything. Who controls the Kanima?" He says. Allison and I both look at each other.

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The next morning Scott, Stiles and I were in Stiles' jeep, as Stiles pulled into a parking space. The three of us getting out of the jeep. I hold onto Stiles hand as we walked towards the bike rack and school.

"There's gotta be some other way to get tickets, right?" Scott asks.

"It's a secret show." Stiles tells him. "There's only one way, and it's a secret."

Matt walks up to us, "Hey." We look at him. "Either one of you know why no one's getting suspended after what happened the other day at school?" He asks us.

"Just forget about it, nobody got hurt." Stiles tells Matt.

"I--I had a concussion." Matt says.

"Well, nobody got seriously hurt." Stiles says.

I roll my eyes. Matt just really creeped me out.

"I was in the ER for six hours." Matt tells us.

"Hey, do you want to know the truth Matt?" Stiles asks him. He bends to the ground, holding his hand a few inches off the ground. "Your little bump on the head is about this high on our list of problems." Stiles tells him. Stiles fixes his bag on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Scott asks him.

"I'm fine now." Matt tells him. "You didn't get any tickets last night either?" He asks Scott.

"Are they still selling?" Scott asks him.

"Uh, no but I managed to find two online." Matt says. "You should keep trying. Sounds like everybody's gonna be there." Matt says then leaves.

"I don't like him." Stiles says. "Hey, are you sure about this?" Stiles asks Scott.

"Last time, whoever's controlling Jackson had to kill somebody because he didn't finish the job." Scott says to us. "So what do you thing he's gonna do this time?"

Stiles sighs. "Be there to make sure it happens."

"I need to go meet with Allison and Lydia. I'll see you guys later." I tell them. Stiles kisses my cheek before letting go of my hand.

"I'll see you in English." He says. I nod, giving him one last smile before walking away.

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"Hey Ally." I say to her as I walk up to her locker.

"Hey Mel." She says to me as she puts one of her textbooks in the locker. "You tell Stiles what my dad told us last night?" She asks me.

"Not yet. Scott was there and I figured you would want to be the one to tell him." I say to her. She nods, closing her locker.

"Lets go find Lydia." She says. I nod and the two of us lock arms, walking down the hall.

"I love your jacket today by the way." I say to her. She laughs lightly.

"Thank you, I love your scarf." She says.

"Well I would hope so. I took it from your closet." I say. She looks at me in shock. I laugh.

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After school I was standing in the backroom of the Animal Clinic Scott worked at.

The three of us stood on one side of the table while Deaton was on the other, holding a small bottle of tranquilizer.

"Ketamine?" Scott asks.

"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage." Deaton tells us, putting the bottle and needle down in front of Scott.

"If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time." He says and grabs a bottle of mountain ash. "This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier. This part is for you Stiles. Only you." Deaton tells him.

"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure." Stiles says, picking up the bottle. "Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task?" He asks.

"It's from the Mountain Ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ashwood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any danger." Deaton tells him.

"Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles asks. 

"They'll be trapped." Deaton says. 

"Doesn't sound too hard." Scott says. 

"Not all there is." Deaton says. "Think of it like gunpowder. It's just powder until a spark ignites it. You need to be that spark, Stiles."

"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that." Stiles tells him.

"Let me try a different analogy. I used to golf. I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over. It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish." Deaton explains to him. 

"Force of will." Stiles says. 

"If - if this is going to work, Stiles, you have to believe it." Deaton tells him. 

"Mm - hmm." Stiles says.

My phone beeps, causing the three to look at me. I read the text.

Need you at home, now. - Ally 

"I gotta get home." I say to them,

"What's wrong?" Stiles asks me.

"I don't know. Allison just texted me telling me I need to get home now." I answer. I look at Stiles and kiss him quickly. "I'll text you." He nods at me and I quickly leave.

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Ally and I were sitting on the stairs of our basement as Gerard, Uncle Chris and a few other hunters were all talking about tonight.

"All right. The party's in a warehouse just inside the industrial sector. Allison and Melanie has learned that Jackson Whittemore will be there seeking his next target out of the crowd. Since we still have little clue as to just how strong he is, we need to be extremely cautious." Gerard took a few of his weird pills. "When they has Jackson's location and has determined him to be at the optimal point where we can take him down, they'll signal me." Uncle Chris explains to everyone. Uncle Chris looks at Ally and I. 

""Optimal" meaning as far away from the crowd as possible." The two of us nod at his words. "There will be no collateral damage tonight. Go ahead." He says to the two of us. We both nod, going upstairs. I stand next to the door, listening in.

"As willing a participant as they seem, your young protégées, there also appears to be under the impression that we are planning a trap." Gerard says. 

"They don't need to know any more than that." Chris says. 

"For the rest of us then, let's be perfectly clear." I hear Gerard say. "You don't trap a creature this dangerous. You kill it." He tells everyone.

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Stiles, Scott and I got out of the Jeep, heading to the back of it to grab the bags of Mountain Ash. Scott looked at Stiles. "You okay?" Scott asks Stiles.

Stiles pulls one of the bags from the trunk. "Yeah, why?" He asks.

"You just didn't say anything on the way here." I say to him, frowning slightly.

"No, I'm fine." Stiles says. I nod slightly. He looks at Scott. "Just grab the other bag."

"I can't. Remember Deaton said you have to do it alone." Scott says. 

"Okay, this plan is really starting to suck." Stiles says. 

"No. Not here, not now." Scott mutters before running off.

"Scott!" I yell, sighing as he doesn't turn back around.

"What? Scott! What am I supposed to -" Stiles groans. "This plan officially sucks."

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Stiles was laying out the mountain ash as I leaned against the building, watching.

"What happened tonight?" I ask him.

He looks at me. "What do you mean?" He asks me. I sigh.

"You were okay earlier today. Then I left to go home and now you're acting like something's wrong." He goes to protest. "And don't say you're not. I'm not stupid Stiles, not when it comes to you." I say to him.

He sighs. "My dad. He uh- was forced to take a leave of absence, because of me." Stiles says to me.

I sigh, "Stiles-"

"It is my fault. I stole the van, and I have a restraining order over the towns biggest asshole." He says.

"Jackson really is an ass." I say, trying to cheer him up. He sends me a small smile. "I did something tonight, well Allison and I."

He looks at me, confused. "What'd you do?" He asks.

"We uh, we told Uncle Chris and Gerard about Jackson and the rave tonight." I admit, looking down at my feet.

"Wha-why?" He asks me.

I shake my head. "I don't want anyone else to die." I say quietly but he still heard me.

"Hopefully after tonight no one else will." He says. I nod.

Oh, no." Stiles says after a few minutes.

"What?" I ask him, confused.

"There's none left." Stiles says. My eyes widen.

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There was now soft echoing of gunfire around us, somewhere.

Stiles is now trying to get a hold of Scott. "Scott, pick up. Pick up now. Look, I got, like, 50 feet of ash left, and I'm out. Okay?" Stiles says to Scott's voicemail. "So you got to get your wolf ass down here to help me because I don't know what to do. And I'm just standing out here and I'm - And Mel and I are all alone, and we're hearing gunfire and werewolves, and I'm - and I'm standing here like a frickin' idiot all by myself with a handful of magic fairy dust. And I don't have enough. Okay?" He hangs up the phone. 

"Okay, come on, think." Stiles mutters. "Um, okay. He said you got to believe. You need to believe. Come on, believe, Stiles. Just, uh - just picture it. Just imagine it working, okay?" I say to Stiles, trying to get him to believe.

"Just - imagine." He whispers. I smile as the line completes. 

"Yes!" He says happily, raising his arms. He wraps his arms around me, spinning me around. I laugh.

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"Allie!" I call out to Allison as I see her. Stiles looks at me. I nod and he walks away to give Allison and I some privacy. She walks up to me.

"I told Scott." She tells me. I nod.

"It's okay. I told Stiles." I tell her.

She sighs. "He was really mad. Have you seen him?" She asks me.

I shake my head 'no' as I look around us. "How's Matt?"

She gives me a look. "Sorry." I say to her. She sighs once again.

"What do I do?" She asks me.

"Blend in." I tell her. She gives me a confused look. "Go dance, dumbass." I say joking. She smiles widely. "Have fun. Try and stop stressing. You need it."

"So do you." She says.

I give her a small frown. "Me never stressing? Is that even possible?" I say jokingly. She smiles at me. "Blend in and have fun." She nods. "I'll catch up with you later."

"Okay." She says. I give her one last smile before going to walk away. But before I could get to far she grabs my arm. "Hey Mel."

"Yeah?" I ask looking at her.

"You're the best cousin ever." She tells me.

"Same to you Allie. I'll see you later." I tell her before walking away to catch up with Stiles.

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Stiles and I went to the room Erica and Isaac had Jackson in. Stiles opens the door. Erica turns to attack us.

"No! No, no. It's just us." I exclaim.

"It's just us, don't freak." Stiles says to them.

I close the door as Stiles asks. "He okay?" He gestures to Jackson.

Well - let's find out." Isaac says. He reaches out his clawed hand to slash Jackson, but Jackson reaches and grabs his wrist, pulling to hard and breaking it. He lowers to his knees in pain. "God -" Jackson let go of Isaac's arm.

"Okay, no one does anything like that again, okay?" Stiles says. Erica and I nod, agreeing. 

"Oh, I thought the ketamine was supposed to put him out." Isaac says to us. 

"Yeah, well, apparently this is all we're going to get. So let's just hope that whoever's controlling him just decided to show up tonight. " I say to them.

"I'm here." Jackson says, creepily, causing us to look at him. "I'm right here with you."

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"Jackson, is that you?" Stiles asks, walking closer. 

"Us. We're all here." Jackson replies with the same creepy voice.

"Are you the one killing people?" I ask, cautiously take a step forward. 

"We are the ones killing murderers." Jackson says in his creepy voice. 

"So all the people you've killed so far -" Stiles starts, getting cut off by Jackson. 

"Deserved it." Jackson says. 

"See, we got a little rule book that says you only go after murderers." Stiles says. 

"Anything can break if enough pressure's applied." 

"All right, so the people you're killing are all murderers then?" Stiles asks him. 

"All. Each. Every one." 

"Well, who did they murder?" I ask.

"Me." He answers. Erica and I share a look.

"Wait, what? What do you mean?" Stiles asks.

"They murdered me." Jackson says. Isaac stands up. The four of us take a step towards the door before looking back at Jackson. He had yellow eyes with black slits in them. They murdered me." 'Jackson' says, angrily.

Jackson stands up, starting to shift as scales appeared in his skin. Erica and I move slightly towards the door more, standing together.

"Okay, all right." Stiles says. "More ketamine. The man needs ketamine. Come on." Stiles says, looking at 

"We don't have any more." Isaac says, holing the empty tube. 

"You used the whole bottle?" I ask.

"Um -" Stiles starts as Jackson's head moves around uncontrollably as he lets out a shriek.

"okay, out, everybody out." Stiles says and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the door

"Go, go, go, go." Isaac says as the four of us run out of the room.

Isaac leans against the door, with the help of Erica and I.

"Okay, find something to move in front of the door." Stiles says to us.

"That's not gonna work." I say before hearing something from inside the room. It sounded like running. "Do you hear that?" I ask Erica, who nods.

"Hear what?" Stiles asks, confused.

The Kanima rips through the wall, running off past us. We all look at it shocked.

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Stiles and I were outside, not across the line of ash though as Derek rushes towards us.

"Hey, um, so we kind of lost Jackson inside, but it's-" Stiles starts as Isaac and Erica walk outside, unable to pass the mountain ash. "oh, my God. It's working. Oh, this is - I did something." I smile lightly.

I look down at the ash, about to step across to Stiles but stop, realizing I cant get through. "What the hell?" I mutter, causing the three wolves to look at me. 

"What?" Derek asks, confused.

"I can't get through." I say.

He gives me a confused look, along with the other two wolves. "The ash?" He asks.

"I can't get through it." I mutter. I suddenly hear a yell from far away. "Did you hear that?" I ask Derek.

"Scott?" He asks, my eyes widen in realization. 

"What?" Stiles asks confused. 

"Break it." Derek says. 

Stiles looks confused. "What? No way."

"Scott's dying!" I yell. 

"Okay, what? How do you know that?" He asks me.

"Oh, my God, Stiles, I just know! Break it!" I exclaim. 

"Ah -" He groans and kicks the mountain ash away, breaking the seal around the building. Derek quickly runs off.

Stiles looks down at the barrier.

I look around, running a hand through my hair. "I gotta go." I mutter to the three.

"What- go?" Stiles asks me.

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow." I say to him before rushing off.

"Mel!" I hear him yell after be but I don't turn around.

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"Allie!" I yell as I see her in the parking lot.

"Hey." She says as I catch up to her. "We failed."

"Yeah, the girl got killed." I say to her.

The two of us turn and see Gerard, gasping and jumping a bit, having not seen him walk up. "Hey, hey, hey, it's just me. We better get you both out of here." He says to us. I nod.

"It didn't work." I say to him.

"None of it, none of it worked." Allie says.

"Oh I wouldn't say that." Gerard says. "In fact, I'd say the prognosis isn't nearly as dire as it seems. Not nearly." He says.

Gerard led the two of us away.

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So this is a crappy chapter. But I am 4 away from being to season 3! I can't wait. I love season 3. Anyways, what do you think is going on with Melanie? Any thoughts or guesses on that? Please comment guys. Thanks for reading. Bye.

-Kelly.