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"We should've stayed home." Stiles said for the seventh time, as we reached Scott's locker.

"I'm not arguing there, but it's better that we're here. At least school is a distraction." I tried to optimistic. Really, I did, but the words sounded hollow, even to my ears.

"Are you ready for the pep rally?" Kira asked up. I looked at her in surprise.

"There's a pep rally?" Scott asked, sounding just as shocked as the rest of us.

"Why?" Stiles asked the obvious.

"I know, right? Since when has this high school ever had a pep rally?" Erica mused as she walked up to us.

"You look a lot better." I told her. She smiled at me.

"Thanks. I try."

"Anyone who has to share a bathroom with you knows exactly how much you try." Isaac grumbled.

"Don't get her started." Boyd warned him.

"I told you that we'd be late if you didn't stop primping your hair." Lydia hissed at Jackson, as they walked up to us.

"Seriously? You're lecturing me on my morning routine, when you're just as bad?" Jackson asked her in disbelief.

"At least I was ready on time," she shot back.

"Let's just get this over with." I sighed. "Where's the gym?" I asked.

"Oh, it's not in the gym. It's outside on the lacrosse field." Kira told me. Lydia's forehead scrunched up.

"That's weird."

I tried to relax against Stiles, as we sat on the cold, uncomfortable bleachers, but I couldn't. Someone walked onto the middle of the field, in front of the cheerleaders and I'm guessing it's one of the teachers.

"Good morning, Beacon Hills High! Who's ready to show support for their lacrosse team?!" The man cried. Everyone but us cheered, loudly. "That's what I'm talking about! We have a special treat for you, today. We have a DJ joining us to mix some special music for the cheerleaders. Anyone who wishes to is more than welcome to join them and dance on the field! Let's go, Cyclones!" He cheered.

"That's not normal, right?" I asked Stiles and Lydia. They both shook their heads. "Something's about to go down, right?"

"Fuck," Lydia cursed.

Everyone was dancing and so far, nothing has happened. We're standing awkwardly on the outskirts of the field. There's smoke and lights and if I didn't know any better, I would say that this looks like an impromptu dance. What?

I saw Malia and Liam, from the list, dancing in the mass of gyrating teenage bodies. It almost looks like they're drunk. Who would be ballsy enough to drink at school? I looked around for Scott and he didn't look much better. Isaac, Boyd and Erica were all giggling hysterically and moving to the music. I can't see Jackson.

I grabbed Stiles and Lydia. Danny came over dragging a very trashed Jackson. "What's going on?" I asked them. Stiles shrugged and Lydia looked scared.

"It's only affecting the werewolves. We need to get them out of here." Lydia voiced.

"Yeah, okay, I'll help, but it's going to be easier said, than done. They don't want to leave. I mean, look at them." Danny said, gesturing to the dancing wolves. He's right, even Jackson is fighting him.

"And things just keep getting better and better." I grumbled. I fished out my phone and scrolled through my contacts, praying that I had the number I needed. I found Chris' number and called.

"Bonnie?" He answered, surprised.

"Hi, sorry. We're at the school and they're having the weirdest pep rally known to man and they're doing something that's affecting all the werewolves. We need to get them out of here, but there are only four of us that haven't been affected and there are eight weres." I told him, remembering that we needed to find Kira, too. I scanned the crowd and saw her grinding on Scott. Well, that's just lovely. I hope to God that they aren't all dry-humping each other as we try to drag them out of here.

"Do you know what's affecting them?" He asked me.

"No, I mean, there's music and smoke and lights."

"It could be the smoke. Some wolfsbane isn't harmful to humans. Just try to get them away from it, as quickly as you can. I'll bring reinforcements." He hung up.

"Chris is coming. Let's get them out of here. We've got to double up." I told them.

"Can't you magic something to make this easier?" Lydia asked me. I shook my head.

"Not without giving us away," I sighed.

"Let's get this over with." Stiles agreed. He grabbed Boyd and Scott. Lydia took Jackson and Kira. Danny had Liam and Malia, because let's face it – who doesn't like Danny? I had Erica and Isaac. We made the trek back to the school. Whatever was in the smoke wasn't just making them act drunk; it was also making them handsy.

I shifted uncomfortably, as Erica grabbed my ass, again. Isaac chuckled and nuzzled my neck. I looked over and saw Lydia snap at Jackson, for the hundredth time, for trying to grope her. Kira kept telling Lydia how pretty she was and was kissing her cheek. Scott was telling Stiles that he loved him and that he was a really good friend and he looked great in his jeans, because he was a guy who wasn't afraid to admit when other guys looked good. Boyd didn't say much, but he kept smiling at Stiles, which was weird, considering the guy barely shows any emotion. Liam kept trying to kiss Danny and Danny being Danny, just played it off and got him to stop. Malia had managed to undo Danny's belt and tried to unbutton his jeans.

Yeah, this is a piece of cake. Not.

"They owe us, so big, after this." Stiles huffed, as we finally made it to the school hallway. Whatever was in the smoke was wearing off, but it seemed to have another side effect. They were getting drowsy and falling unconscious. Have you ever tried to drag two weres anywhere? That much dead-weight is heavy. Let me tell you, Slim Fast needs to become one of their priorities.

I panted and fell to the ground, once everyone was sprawled in a not-so-nice clump on the floor. I'm ready for a nap. This is definitely the cure for not being able to sleep.

"Well, well, what do we have here? Now, this was just too easy. And they said that the True Alpha was going to be hard to kill. I expected more out you lot, especially when there's a Bennett witch in the mix." A snide voice filled the halls. I jumped to my feet, ready for an attack. There was a group of hunters that were striding towards us.

"Yeah, poisoning a bunch of kids, because you're too much of a coward to fight them head on makes you such a bad ass. You should feel proud of yourself, really. What do you do in your spare time? Steal candy from toddlers? Who the fuck are you?" I growled. He just chuckled.

"I'm your worst nightmare, honey. I'm also the last face that you'll see before you die. I've always wondered what strangling a witch felt like. I bet it's positively orgasmic." He sneered. I felt my temper blaze and fire surrounded us. He chuckled, as the fire began to fade away. What? That's when I heard it. A few of their members are chanting. They have their own witch. I really shouldn't be surprised, but I am. Well, fuck.

I channeled my energy and threw it at the ones chanting. They hit the wall behind them, hard. The smirk dropped off El Creepo's face and he ran at me. He wasn't the only one. The others were charging Danny, Stiles, and Lydia. Things keep going from bad to worse.

I managed to kick him in the balls, before he backhanded me. I fought him off of me with magic, but the witches had already gotten to their feet. Stiles looked at me, after he threw a punch at his attacker and sent the witches flying, again. I gave him a shot smile in thanks. He nodded, before focusing on not getting his ass kicked.

I was grabbed by the hair and shoved face-first into the wall. He yanked my hair back and ground himself against my backside. I gagged and fought the urge to vomit. I sent an electrical shock through my body and he let go of me. I leaned forward and snapped my head back, head-butting him in the face. He cursed and I turned to see blood gushing from his nose. He lunged at me and tackled me to the ground. I grimaced as I hit my head on the wall, on the way down. His hands were around my neck and I could hear the chanting growing louder. I focused on the witches and chanted a spell that would strip them of their powers, at least temporarily.

I moved my hands in front of me and wormed them in front of my attacker's face and crawled at his eyes. He cried out, as my thumbs pushed their way into his eye-sockets. He rolled off of me. I tried to crawl away, but grabbed me and swung at me blindly.

"Bonnie! Draw on me!" Stiles yelled. I tried to focus, but did as he asked. I got hit in the stomach and calloused hands were wrapped around my neck, again. I kept chanting, but everything was starting to go black. I kept fighting, but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

"Oh, my God. She did it! She's actually doing it!" Lydia exclaimed from somewhere that sounded far away.

"Don't touch her!" Stiles yelled. Maybe if I just sleep for a few minutes, it'll all be okay.

"How much longer is she going to be out for?" Derek fumed. I opened my eyes, but everything was blurry and splotchy.

"She's been through quite an ordeal, not only physically, but mentally as well. A spell that big takes its toll on the body. It's something that Bonnie shouldn't have been able to do. It normally takes an entire coven of witches to strip a single person of his or her powers. She and Stiles stripped four people. It's a miracle she's even alive." Deaton explained. I tried to speak, but my throat feels like someone filled it with cotton. I sat up and wished that I hadn't.

"It was mostly Bonnie. She didn't start drawing on me or our bond until the last couple of minutes." Stiles interjected.

"It's still amazing." Peter agreed with Deaton.

"We're lucky that we got there when we did." Chris spoke up. I can make out dark shapes, but not much else. They don't seem to notice that I'm awake, yet.

"No kidding. I didn't think that anyone would actually attack them at school. Really? That's low." Dean huffed.

"We've seen worse, Dean." Sam reminded his brother.

"That doesn't make it right." A female voice sounded that I wasn't familiar with. I blinked furiously and tried to focus my vision.

"Man, when we find out who's behind this, they're going to pay. They cut my hair. No one touches another man's mullet and gets away with it." A man vowed. I stared at the people surrounding me in Deaton's clinic. Klaus and Elijah were separated from the rest with a young girl. She must be the witch, but I have no idea who the others are.

"Ash, it'll grow back." An older woman promised him. He grumbled under his breath.

"They're getting bolder. We have to do something soon." Peter announced.

"And what do you suggest we do?" Scott asked him.

"What's going on?" I asked, finally finding my voice. Everyone looked at me.

"There's really only one thing to do. We need to summon Crowley."