Nothing is What it Seems (Book 1)

What if Stiles had a cousin? What if she knew about werewolves? Zaira Trinity was just your average girl except she knew about the supernatural. Read as she goes through life and in the end decides whether or not she wants to follow in her family's footsteps or if she will stand up and fight for the people she loves.
I don't own Teen Wolf, just Zaira, Alexa, Callie, and any other OC that might show up.


5. Magic Bullet

Later on that night, I kept tossing and turning, trying to get some sleep.

‘Why can’t I sleep?’ I asked myself as I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, not noticing that someone was outside my window watching me.

When I finally fell asleep, I was only asleep for only a few hours before my alarm clock went off.

I hit the snooze button, and rolled out of bed.

As I was taking a shower, I kept feeling like something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

As Alexa and I headed to school, she asked, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah.” was all I replied back.

Alexa just dropped the subject because she knew that I would tell her sooner or later.

I stayed out of all day because before I knew it, school was over and Alexa and I were heading to my car.

When we reached my car, we started hearing cars honking their horn. We looked up and noticed that Stiles’ jeep was holding up traffic, so I told Alexa to take my car and I would call her with the news.

She agreed and got in the car as I ran over to the jeep.

“What the hell happened?” I asked as I squatted down next to Scott.

“I was shot.” Derek replied with a shaky breath.

“Why aren’t you healing?” Scott asked.

“I can’t. It-it was a different kind of bullet.” Derek replied.

“A silver bullet?” Stiles asked as I gave him a look.

“No, you idiot.” Derek replied before I could open my mouth to reply.

“Wait, wait. That’s what she meant when she said you had 48 hours.” Scott told us as I looked at him confused.

“What? Who-who said 48 hours?” Derek asked as he looked at Scott.

“The one who shot you.” Scott replied.

“What are you doing? Stop that!” Scott yelled as Derek’s eyes started changing from green to blue and then back to green.

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I can’t.” Derek replied as he gritted his teeth as his eyes changed colors again.

“Derek, get up.” Scott demanded.

The cars kept honking, and I noticed that Allison and Jackson had got out of their cars and were heading our way.

“Help me put him in your car.” Scott told Stiles as he lifted Derek up from his waist.

I got in the back and helped Scott get Derek in the jeep.

Scott shut the jeep door and looked around as Derek said, “I need you to find out what kind of bullet they used.”

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Scott asked as he threw up his hands.

I smacked my forehead and thought about how stupid he was.

“’Cause she’s an Argent. She’s with them.” Derek replied as Stiles looked around.

“Why should I help you?” Scott asked as he ignored the glare that I sent him.

“Because you need me.” Derek replied as Scott sighed.

“Fine. I’ll try. Hey, get him out of here.” Scott said as he looked from Derek to Stiles.

“I hate you for this so much.” Stiles said as he drove off.

When we got on the road, Stiles asked, “Why did you come with, Zaira? Do you know him or something?”

I knew that the questions were coming sooner or later and I had already prepared myself to answer them.

“I came with you because I figured that you would probably need help, and yes I know Derek.” I replied as Stiles looked at me through the rear view mirror.

“How do you know him?” Stiles asked as he tried to hide the shock in his voice.

“I used to live here and grew up with the Hales, but I left after the fire.” I replied as I looked at Derek while helping him take his jacket off.

Stiles checked his phone, which he had used to try to call Scott, but I guess that Scott wasn’t answering till now when he texted back saying that he needed more time.

I heard Stiles mumble, “Come on.” before he threw his phone and looked at Derek.

“Hey. Try not to bleed out all over my seats, ok? We’re almost there.” Stiles said as I grabbed Derek’s jacket, and tried not to glare at Stiles.

“Almost where?” Derek asked.

Stiles sighed before saying, “Your house.”

“What? No, you can’t take me there.” Derek said as he snapped his head up to look at Stiles.

“I can’t take you to your own house.” Stiles said as he tried not to sound sarcastic.

“Not when I can’t protect myself.” Derek replied before Stiles pulled over.

“What happens if Scott doesn’t find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?” Stiles asked while trying to keep calm, but failing.

“Not yet. I have a last resort.” Derek replied.

“What do you mean? What last resort?” Stiles asked as Derek pulled up his sleeve. I had to turn my head, so I wouldn’t get sick.

“Oh, my God! What is that? Oh, is that contagious. You know what, you should probably just get out.” Stiles said as he tried not to get sick himself.

“Stiles! Are you crazy?!” I yelled as I looked at him.

“Start the car. Now.” Derek demanded.

“I don’t think you should be barking orders with the way you look, ok. In fact, I think that if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.” Stiles said trying to act all tough, and I just hoped that he didn’t just say anything that could get him killed, but then again, it’s Stiles we’re talking about.

“Start the car, or I’m gonna to rip your throat out. With my teeth.” Derek replied as he looked at Stiles with this look that would kill you if looks could kill.

I just sat back and watched as Stiles started the jeep and drove off to Lord only knows where.

“Zaira! What the hell are you doing?!” Stiles yelled as I shifted myself in between them and slowly, but carefully put Derek’s arm in my lap.

“What does it look like dumbass? I’m helping relieve the pressure.” I replied as Derek looked up at me.

“Do you know what this magic bullet is?” Stiles asked.

“Not really, but it could have something to do with wolf’s bane.” I replied as Derek gave me a knowing look.

“Why are you so eager to help him?” Stiles asked as he glanced at me.

“What’s with all the questions?” Derek growled as he glared at Stiles.

“Calm down and that’s a story for another time.” I replied as I tried to think of ways to keep Derek calm.

The quietness of the ride was starting to get to me, but before I could say something to Stiles, his phone rang, so he pulled over to answer it.

“What am I suppose to do with him?” Stiles asked Scott, who was on the other end.

“Take him somewhere. Anywhere.” I heard Scott reply since I was sitting between Stiles and Derek, whose breathing had become more ragged and shaky.

“And by the way, he’s starting to smell.” Stiles replied.

“Like. Like what?” Scott asked.

“Like death.” Stiles replied as he put emphasis on death.

“Ok, take him to the animal clinic.” Scott said after thinking things over.

“What about your boss?” Stiles asked while I had to resist the urge to slap him in the back of the head.

“He’s gone by now. There’s a spare key in a box behind the dumpster.” Scott replied as he walked up and down the hallway of the Argents’ home.

“You’re not going to believe where he’s telling me to take you.” Stiles said with a sigh as he handed over the phone to Derek.

“Did you find it?” Derek asked.

“How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is like a freaking Wal Mart of guns.” Scott asked, and I knew he was getting frustrated.

“Look, if you don’t find it, then I’m dead, all right?” Derek replied.

“I’m starting to think that, that wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” Scott said back.

“Look Scott, if he dies then I’m going to kill you or Allison. I mean it Scott. Find that damn bullet or one of you dies.” I told Scott before I handed the phone back to Derek.

Stiles looked at me and just left me alone because he knew that if you made me mad enough to threaten you then I was really pissed off.

“Then think about this. The Alpha called you out against your will. He’s gonna do it again. Next time, you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you want to stay alive, then you need me. Find the bullet.” Derek said before he hung up and handed the phone back to Stiles.

“Did you really mean what you said about killing him or Allison?” Stiles asked me hesitantly.

“At the moment Stiles, yes I did mean it. Scott needs to grow up and quit acting like a scared little brat. Someone needs his help and he’s too fucking stupid to help, so maybe threatening to kill his precious little girlfriend will light a fire under his ass and he’ll pull through.” I replied as I slipped Derek’s jacket on.

Stiles drove us to the animal clinic and as he went to go get the key, I helped Derek out of the jeep.

“Why do you care so much?” Derek asked as he looked at me.

“I already told you.” I replied as I helped him walk.

As we walked through the garage door, Stiles’ phone rang.

“Does Nordic blue monkshood mean anything to you?” Stiles asked as he turned around and looked at me and Derek, who was sitting on bags of food, I think.

“It’s a rare form of wolf’s bane. He has to bring me the bullet.” Derek replied as he held his arm.

“Why?” Stiles asked while I, yet again, had to resist the urge to slap him.

“’Cause, I’m gonna die without it.” Derek replied as he looked at Stiles, and Stiles looked at me.

“And he better remember what I said.” I said as both Derek and Stiles looked at me.

“Alright. What the hell is going on with you?!” Stiles yelled at me.

“You really want to know?” I asked because I wanted to make sure that he was.

“Yes.” Stiles replied.

“Fine. I’m a hunter, like the Argents, except I don’t hunt werewolves. I help them.” I said as I finally told Stiles the truth.

Stiles didn’t say anything, but looked at me with confusion and shock written all over his face.

We finally went inside the clinic and headed straight to the operating room, I think, and Derek was slowing taking off his shirt. I helped him and gave him a comforting smile.

“You know that really doesn’t look like anything some echinacea and a good night sleep couldn’t take care of.” Stiles said as Derek put his arm on the operating table.

“When the infection reaches my heart, it’ll kill me.” Derek said as he went searching for something to help slow the wolf’s bane down.

“Positivity just isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?” Stiles asked right before I smacked him upside his head.

“If he doesn’t get here with the bullet in time, last resort.” Derek said while searching through the cabinets and drawers.

“Which is?” Stiles asked as he and I both looked at Derek.

“You’re going to cut off my arm.” Derek replied while holding up some type of saw, and slid it over to Stiles.

“Oh My God.” Stiles said as he started to saw.

“What if you bleed to death?” Stiles asked.

“It’ll heal if it works.” Derek replied through gritted teeth as he tied a blue ribbon around his arm.

“Look, I don’t know if I can do this.” Stiles said with a disgusted look on his face.

“Why not?” Derek asked as he finished tying the blue ribbon.

“Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood.” Stiles replied.

“You faint at the sight of blood.” Derek stated as he slammed his arm down while looking at Stiles.

“No, but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm.” Stiles said as he glanced over at me for backup.

I just shrugged my shoulders and let the boys argue.

“Alright fine, how ‘bout this? Either you cut off my arm or I’m going to cut off your head.” Derek stated as he glared at Stiles.

“Ok, you know, I’m so not buying your threats any… Oh My God. Ok fine, yeah I’ll do it. I’ll do it.” Stiles said as Derek grabbed him by the collar. Derek was about to say something when he leaned over the table and threw up.

“Holy God. What the hell is that?” Stiles whined as he looked at Derek.

  “My body. It’s trying to heal itself.” Derek replied as he tried to catch his breath.

“Well, it’s not doing a very good job of it.” Stiles said as he tried to keep himself from throwing up as well.

“Now. You gotta do it now.” Derek said as he looked up at Stiles, and then got ready for the cutting.

“Look, honestly I don’t think I can…” Stiles started, but Derek cut him off by yelling, “Just do it!”

“Oh My God, ok. Alright here we go.” Stiles said as he got ready to cut off Derek’s arm, but stopped when we heard Scott yell, “Stiles!”

“Scott.” Stiles replied back as Scott entered the room.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Scott yelled as he moved closer to the table.

“Oh you just prevented a lifetime of nightmares.” Stiles said as he sat the saw down.

“Did you get it?” Derek asked as he looked at Scott.

Scott dug in his pocket, grabbed the bullet, and handed it to Derek.

“What are you going to do with it?” Stiles asked as Derek held up the bullet.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Derek started to say before he fell over and dropped the bullet. The bullet rolled off into a vent, and I ran over to Derek.

“Derek. Derek, come on wake up. Scott, what the hell are we going to do?” Stiles asked as he shook Derek.

“I don’t know. I can’t reach it.” Scott replied back.

“Come on Derek, you have to pull through.” I said as I lightly patted his cheek.

 “He’s not waking up.” Stiles said as he looked at Scott, who was trying to get the bullet.

“I think he’s dying. I think he’s dead.” Stiles said while starting to get hysterical.

“Just hold on.” Scott shouted at Stiles.

“He’s not dying on us. He can’t die, not like this.” I said as I tried to keep myself compose, but that was getting harder the longer that Derek was out.

“I got it! I got it!” Scott yelled as he brought the bullet up from the vent.

“Please don’t kill me for this.” Stiles said before he punched Derek in the face, and then held his hand as it started hurting, but that woke Derek up.

Derek got up, grabbed the bullet, bit into it, spilled the contents on the table, took a lighter from his pocket, lit the contents, swiped the contents onto his right hand, and shoved the contents into his wound. When he did that, pain surged through his body as he hit the ground and squirmed as the wound healed up quickly.

“That was awesome! Yes!” Stiles said as Scott and I both gave him looks.

“You ok?” Scott asked Derek as he was getting up.

“Except the agonizing pain.” Derek replied shortly, and I had to resist the urge the laugh.

“I guess the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health.” Stiles said as Derek glared at him.

“Ok, we saved your life, which means you’re gonna leave us alone. You got that? And if you don’t then I’m going to go back to Allison’s dad and I-I’m going to tell him everything.” Scott said as I gave him a look saying ‘are you fucking kidding me?’

 “You’re going to trust them? You think that they can help you?” Derek asked as I moved away from Scott and Stiles to grab Derek’s shirt.

“Why not? They’re a lot freaking nicer than you are.” Scott replied as I walked back over to them.

“Yeah. I can show you how nice they really are.” Derek said as Scott gave him a look before Derek grabbed the shirt from me and put it back on.

“What do you mean?” Scott asked as Derek and I shared a look.

Derek drove Scott and I to the place where Peter was.

“What are we doing here?” Scott asked as we got out of the car.

Derek didn’t say a word, but led us to the room that his uncle was in.

I followed closely to Derek, but I wasn’t ready for what he was about to show Scott.

“Who is he?” Scott asked as he looked between Derek and Peter.

“My uncle, Peter Hale.” Derek replied keeping his eyes on Peter.

“Is he, like you? A werewolf.” Scott asked hesitantly.

“He was. Now he’s barely even human. Six years ago, my sister and I were at school, when our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor. ” Derek replied.

 “So… What makes you so sure that they set the fire?” Scott asked as he looked up at Derek.

“Because they were the only ones who knew about us.” Derek replied as he looked at Scott.

“Then they had a reason.” Scott said back, and I knew that this was fixing to go south.

“Like what? You tell me what justifies this.” Derek stated as he turned Peter around and showed us that half his face was burned.

I gasped and hid my head in Derek’s arm, while trying to keep tears from falling.

“They say they’ll kill an adult, but only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were ordinary in that fire. This is what they do. And what Allison will do.” Derek said before a nurse came in and kicked us out.

I couldn’t quit shaking as Derek drove Scott home.

“Why did you help us, Zaira? This is too dangerous.” Scott asked as he looked at me.

“Like I told Stiles, I’m a hunter too, except I don’t hunt werewolves. I help them, and it’s not too dangerous for me, Scott.” I replied as we pulled into his driveway. Scott got out and we drove off to my house.

The ride was silent and nobody said a word till we pulled into my driveway.

“Is this how it’s going to be? Are we going to pretend like nothing happened? Like you didn’t feel anything last night?” I asked as I turned in my seat to look at Derek.

“Zaira, you know I’m not good with things like this, but it’s for the best.” Derek replied, but I knew his walls were up.

I chose not to say a word, but instead I leaned over and kissed him. Derek just sat there, and when I was about to pull away, he gave in and kissed me back.

We kissed for a couple more minutes before we broke apart for air.

“Good night Derek.” I said as I got out of the car.

“Night Zaira.” Derek replied before I shut the door and watched him drive off.

 As I walked into the house, I couldn’t help but smile. I couldn’t believe that he kissed me back.

Maybe I can break those walls that he has put up. Maybe he can finally be happy.

Those were my last thought before I fell into a deep sleep, dreaming about Derek.

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