[11] Chapter Eleven

Intoxicated Flirting

Jungle by X Ambassadors, Jamie N Commons

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"What do we do now?" Stiles asked quickly but Scott already sprinted out of the car door, jumping over the fence and in search of the Kanima. After the Kanima, which was revealed to be Jackson, ran off, Derek took off after it while Boyd took his two unconscious beta friends back to the train station. Allison was put in charged of taking Lydia home who was literally freaking out about this whole thing.

She couldn't believe it, not one bit. That Jackson Whittemore was the Kanima. Clara had sort of considered Jackson a friend, a very asshole friend but a friend none the less. Derek and his pack lurking around the house and trying to kill them was also on Clara's list of "Things Derek Hale Has Done Wrong" list. Yes, there was a list and it was long.

Clara reached out to open the door but Stiles reeled her back into her seat, "You're not going back there!"

"And why not?" She questioned him.

"Because, because the Kanima is protecting you so it would just run away if it sees you." Stiles retorted, thinking of a reason rather quickly.

Clara rolled her jaw, shutting her eyes as she slumped into her seat, "You're right. But we still don't even know why the Kanima is protecting me."

"Maybe." Stiles huffed, "Maybe it's got nothing to do with the Kanima but maybe something with Jackson."

Her face scrunched up, "What do you mean?"

"I mean, like, maybe you're somehow connected to Jackson, not the Kanima." He tried to explain.

Clara just nodded before her interest perked up, hearing gun shots in the distance, "I think the Argents are here."

His eyes widened, "Why, why would you think that?"

"'Cause I hear gun shots. What if Scott doesn't come back?" She asked anxiously while tapping her foot.

"Then he'll text or call us to meet somewhere." Stiles reassured her but seconds later, his phone ringed. Stiles looked at the screen before starting his car, "Scott wants us to meet at some club on the other side of town."

As the car started to drive off, going to whatever directions Scott at sent, Clara looked over at Stiles, confused, "A club?"

"Yep, The Jungle."

As Clara and Stiles walked up the side of the tall bricked building, the club, they spotted Scott who was peering over the corner, looking at everyone entering the club at the entrance. Honestly, Clara didn't understand why the Kanima would go to a club but it didn't really matter.

Scott jumped and yelp once he noticed that Clara and Stiles were right behind him, startling by their appearance, "Sorry, sorry. Did you see where he went?"

He shook his head, "No, I lost him." He muttered.

"You couldn't catch his scent!" Stiles exclaimed.

"I don't think he has one." Scott said before glancing back at the entrance.

"All right, any clue where he's going."

"...To kill someone."

"Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now. " Both Clara and Scott looked back at Stiles, both frowning at Stiles' sarcasm. While Clara wasn't exactly annoyed it, she just found it unhelpfully in this situation, "What? Come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense."

"If you don't shut up then you 147 pounded body is going to be broken in half." Clara hissed at him.

Stiles pursed his lips, "Rude."

Scott glared at the pair, "Just help me find it."

Clara whipped her head at Scott, her voice on edge, "Not it, Jackson!"

"Yeah, I know. I - I know." He mumbled, sounding like he was in disbelief himself.

"All right, but does he know that?" Stiles continued to question, "Did anybody else see him back at your house?"

"I mean, I don't think so, but he already passed Derek's test anyway."

"Yeah, but that's just the thing. How did he pass the test?"

Scott shrugged, completely clueless, "I don't know."

"Maybe it's like an either - or thing." Clara suggested as the two boys turned their head towards her, "I mean, Derek said that a snake can't be poisoned by its own venom, right? When's the kanima not the kanima?"

Scott came to realization, "When it's Jackson."

Suddenly, Stiles glanced upward and locked his eyes onto something as he started to back away, "Uh, do you guys see that?"

Scott and Clara walked and stood next to Stiles, looking to where he was. The Kanima's tail was whipping in the distance on top of the roof.

"He's inside."

"What's he going to do in there?"

Scott's eyes widened, "I know who he's after."

"Did you smell something?" Clara asked, still keeping her eyes adverted onto the roof incase the Kanima appeared for whatever reason.

"Armani."

The three teenagers needed to find a way in since none of them had fake I.D.'s that looked decently nice. So they walked towards the back of the building and thanks to Clara being rather aggressive with the door handle, they were able to get in.

Just by walking into the club, Clara could smell the stench of alcohol and sexual hormones. It was no wonder that Danny would be here since he's been going through a difficult break-up. Danny informed Clara on the break-up about two weeks ago when Clara grilled him on his boyfriend. The club was rather big with a full set bar and flashing lights all around. It was dark with dim colored lights.

Men were everyway; swinging on some clothed rope attached to the ceiling, dancing on small stages, and dancing with each other. Clara couldn't spot one female in this entire building, well, a female that wasn't originally a guy. That's when someone grabbed her forearm and Stiles' and pulled them away from Scott.

"Look at you sweetheart, hmm, such beautiful hair." A voice said in her ear, louder than the music. Clara glanced around and saw that her and Stiles were surrounded by a group of drag queens. All of them, wearing their crazy and colorful outfits and makeup, focused on Clara; exaiming her outfit and facial features.

"Is this natural?" One of the drag queens asked, twirling a strand of Clara's brown hair.

Clara giggled and nodded, "Yeah, it is."

All the drag queens gasped and admired in amazement. Stiles was awkwardly standing next to her while two of the other drag queens petted him like a kitten.

"Everyone in here's a dude." Scott's voice shouted over the loud pop music, "I think we're in a gay club."

"Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses, huh, Scott?" Stiles shouted back at him, growing more uncomfortable as they continued to pet him. Clara actually found this amusing, even more once she began to notice how many men were in here, all shirtless and sweaty.

Clara noticed that Stiles was giving her a pleading look, secretly begging her to get him out of this situation. She chuckled as she looked over to the drag queen who was interested in her hair, "Mind if I steal from friend from you ladies." Clara hooked her arm around Stiles, cocking her head to the side with a wide grin.

"Of course, sugar, make sure to treat him good." All of them laughed and Clara actually joined in. She nodded before dragging Stiles over to Scott.

"Thanks." Stiles mumbled in her ear.

"No problem, sugar." Clara chuckled as Stiles rolled his eyes, flushing in embarrassment.

Once they joined up with Scott, the three headed to the bar where Stiles announced, "Three beers!"

The bartender laughed, "ID's."

They pulled out their driver's license. Once the bartender looked at the licenses, he chuckled, "How about three cokes."

"Rum and coke? Sure." Stiles said loudly while the bartender looked unamused, "Coke's fine, actually. I'm driving anyway."

Another bartender, a blonde hot shirtless one, came up with their drinks, "That one's paid for."

The three teenagers looked over and saw that a guy smiled at Stiles, waving slightly. Scott and Clara nearly busted out laughing.

"Oh, shut up!"

"We didn't say anything."

"Yeah, well, your face did!"

The three turned and looked around the herds of dancing men. Clara glanced around, mostly lingering on very shirtless toned bodies, but stopped once she spotted Danny who was dancing with some other guy, "I found Danny."

"I found Jackson."

The Kanima, who was climbing on the ceiling, was hovering above Danny and the random guy he was dancing with. The three quickly hurried off, trying to get to Danny before the Kanima could. But getting through the herds of people was hard and almost suffocating.

She felt like the room was getting smaller and with all the lights flashing and people around, it was like the middle of a tornado. Suddenly, there were screams, hissing, and growls, a particular growl coming from Derek.

People fell to the ground, paralyzed, and a hand roughly reached out and grabbed her wrist. Before she could protest, Clara realized that it was Scott who was tugging her out of the building.

The teen wolves got outside and followed the blood trail that led behind a car. Jackson, in his normal human form, was there, completely naked but having a wound bloody opened that was caused by Derek. Another thing to include of the list.

"Oh my God, Jackson!"

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They were able to get Jackson into the jeep, covering his lower areas with an oversized jacket. Since there were only two front seats, taken residence by Scott and Stiles, Jackson's head had to be on Clara's lap in the back seats. Stiles sat in the front seat, completely silent, until Scott jumped into the jeep.

"Couldn't get anything out of Danny." He announced, closing the jeep door.

"Okay, can we just get the hell outta here now, before one of my dad's deputies sees me?" Stiles urgently pleaded, tapping his fingers anxiously on the wheel.

But just as he ended his sentence, a familiar police cruiser drove into view with white bold letters spelling Sheriff. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Could this get any worse?" Just as spoken, Jackson moaned, meaning he was close to waking up. Stiles glared at him from behind, "That was rhetorical!"

"Get ride of him!" Scott hissed as Clara watched the Sheriff walk out of his car.

"Get rid of him? We're at a crime scene, and he's the sheriff." Stiles argued, his eyes wide.

"Do something, Stiles!" Clara urged him. Finally, Stiles groaned before getting out of the jeep and rushing over to his dad, all awkward and spazzy.

Jackson then started to rise up slightly while Clara just silently panic as she leaned against the jeep door, "What's going on?" He slurred, his eyes still shut.

"Jackson, Jackson, be quiet." Scott said in a hush tone, pushing Jackson back into Clara's lap.

"I feel so violated." Clara whispered, scrunching her face in disgust as Jackson's head shifted on top of her crouch.

Seconds later, Jackson started to groan more loudly, his eyes flickering, "Jackson, be quiet!" Clara begged.

But apparently Jackson couldn't so one simple thing because he continued to rise again and that's when Scott started to rise his fist, "Jackson, I'm sorry-"

His fist punched Jackson, sending him flailing down into Clara's lap. "I didn't say punch him!" But her eyes wandered over to Stiles and his dad and saw that Stiles was most likely going to blow it their cover, "I'll be right back." She said before carefully sliding Jackson off of her lap and walked towards the Stilinskis, "Hi Mr. Stilinski."

The Sheriff smiled at her, "Hi there Clara. Since my son is incapable of telling the truth, can you please tell what the three of you doing here?"

"We were with Danny. He just broke up with his boyfriend and was really heartbroken about it so we took him here, to get his mind off of it." Clara was smooth with her lying, sound sincere. Even Stiles, who could not lie for shit, was gaping next to her but still nodding in agreement. While Clara hated lying to the Sheriff, having growing found of the Sheriff, she knew it was for the better.

The Sheriff nodded, smiling, "Well, that was really good of you guys. You guys are really good friends and you're a good kid, Clara."

"Thank you Sheriff." Clara smiled widely as the Sheriff departed, going to go talk to his deputies.

As the two teenagers turned around to walk back to the jeep, Stiles stared wide-eye at Stiles with his jaw dropped, "You're a good liar!"

"I know. I'll need to teach you a few tricks."

First chapter of episode six and it sucks but oh well

~ ~ ~ ~ Monrox (Katie)