You argue with Derek and Scott while investigating Isaac’s trauma. Isaac wolfs out at the station but you calm him after Derek subdues him. Later, Peter pushes you to explore your powers, and you get a frightening vision of Bonnie falling into darkness.
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“How did you know where I was?” bonnie asked stefan still shaken after stefan rescued Bonnie from the pit.
Stefan stands clam and composed “Well, your grandmother told me what you were doing. I guessed the where.”
“I heard them...down there...behind the door. Are they in pain?”
“In the beginning...yes. But not anymore. They've starved to the point of desiccation.”
“But if they have blood...”
“That's not going to happen, Bonnie. They can't get out. Emily saw to that when she had you destroy the crystal. You're safe.” stefan looks into the woods frowning “Your sister is coming right this way.”
Bonnie eyes widen she turns to look at the direction he’s gazing at seeing no kind of movement “It’s best that I leave.” Stefan continue making and just as she turns to ask him more, he is gone. And sure, enough you stumble out panting your frantic eyes finds her and run to her crashing into her and hug her tight making her startled and surprised, bonnie stumble a little but wrap her hands around you.
“You alright?”
She feels you nod against her “I saw…. I thought something bad happened to you. I’m glad you’re alright? What are you doing here?”
You step back your eyes teary making her frown in worry more she rubs your shivering shoulders the look on your face makes her realize the despite how much you hide behind the armor of sarcasm and indifference you still young girl with fear and hope and all kind of emotions.
She sighs “I’m fine” picking the dry leaves off your hair she neatly runs her hands on your hair. Something you never let her do normally. “Are you fine? Did you sleep even?” her eyes trace the clear fatigue on your face.
You nod crossing your arm over your chest “You didn’t answer me what are you doing here?”
She sits down the log “After what happened with damon, I lost my magic or so I thought but grams said it’s blocked. I came here to find a solution that’s all.”
“Did you find it?”
She thinks for a moment “I’m not sure let me try something.” she steps back a little making you frown.
Bonnie takes a deep breath praying internally her blockage successfully removed by now she chants under her breath and the leaves around you levitate slowly and starts to swirls around you in spiral higher and higher and above you and in sky you watch in amusement.
“I guess it worked” you hum starts to walk to the pit you exhale sharply turning to bonnie “we have to talk.”
HILLS ICE RINK
“Boyd, I just wanna talk...” scott calls though Boyd looks unbothered and uninterested
“Hey, come on. Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons-- I mean everything.
“He told me about the Hunters.” Boyd answers nonchalantly
Scott looks incredulously at him “And that's not enough for you to say no? Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it.” he almost yells
“I just wanna not each lunch alone every day.” Scott eyes soften at Boyds reasoning.
“If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek.” Scott tries to reason with him trying to making him understand that he can be friends with him, stiles and you.
You. God, he wished you were right here.
“That really hurts, Scott.” Derek voice echoes his words dripping with a feigning offense as he steps in with Issac and Erica behind him.
“I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?”
Erica dramatically emphasizes “Hmm. In a word? Transformative.”
“Isaac?”
Isacc smirking at Scott “Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive... but, other than that, I'm great.” It is giving him whiplash how quickly their personality changed after gaining power, supernatural at that.
Scott sighs before letting out a laugh “Oh She definitely should’ve been here.” Derek glare at him while Issac frown at his words. Issac’s and Erica’s transform into their wolf forms their wolf stands just behind Derek, they let out a threatening snarl at Scott.
“Okay, hold on. This isn't exactly a fair fight.” Soctt yells out taking a step back.
Derek looks satisfied smug even at his admission “Then go home, Scott.”
“I meant, fair for them.” with a that he jumps and transform into his wolf form and engage in fight.
Derek and his now established pack walk inside the hale house, a little smug after what went down at the ice rink, but he steps falters once he’s inside derek nose flare his senses pick your scent that lingering in the air of his home. He follows the scent down to the basement and finds you jacket, his jacket actually the one that he gave you laying on chair he picks it up scanning the area.
You, grams and bonnie sits on the dinner table with steaming cup of coffee and brownies grams freshly made.
Bonnie leans closer her hands flat on the table “So what you saying that, grams is going….” She turns to grams slightly “It could be a dream right”
You shake your head “I know the difference between what is a dream and trust me this is not the type of dream I usually welcomes.” You bite into brownie dismissing bonnie accusing eyes.
The subject of the debate sits with an unnerving calmness like its not at all about her potential demise.
“And it has something to do with a church ruin and Salvatores” she continues and you nod she thinks for moment “Stefan told me something when he saved me form the pit just listen” she quickly adds seeing your narrowed eyes at the man’s name. “There are vampires trapped under the church I heard them too.”
“What does the demon and safari want to do with the tomb?” you ask not to Bonnie but to grams who finally set down her tea.
“I assume it’s all about Katherine.”
You lean forward “Who now?”
“Katherine pierce, the vampire who turned stefan and damon, I guess he still desperate for finding her. she might be one of the vampires trapped inside the tomb.” She glances at the two of you.” our ancestor and Salvatore have alliance they protected us from villagers finding out our truth.”
You scoff leaning back to your chair “more like trying to kill us, why would you guys even want vampire protecting you.”
“Magic can’t always win, my child.”
“Sounds like skill issue” you mumble under your breath making bonnie kick your shine under the table making you roll your eyes. “Okey, history is past why not change our way around here, we mind our thing they can go burn in hell for all I care.”
Bonnie sighs this time “Elena is my friend in extension stefan would be still part of our life.” he words sharp and firm.
“Are we forgetting that he knew what his brother doing to Caroline and she knew it too and didn’t do shit.” You add “He is no better.”
“Language!”
“And I won’t let them hurt anyone again.”
You scoff “tell that Vicki and all other people he killed.”
Bonnie and grams go still looking at you with shocked face making you sigh softly “I don’t know what happened exactly stefan and elena does. But yeah, Victoria Donovan is dead, she’s not missing.”
You sit straight “What I am saying everyone around the dies one way or another and I don’t the next to us.”
They both sit silent grams looks at you with tender eyes “No one can change what is already written.”
You compose yourself when everything inside you want to scream at them you let a hallowed chuckle. “I…. I’m gonna get some air.” You stand stumbling you step out the house cursing, inhaling deeply. You open your phone and texts from stiles floods in updating everything that happened making you exhaust more.
You sit on the ground peter appear right beside you “you look like you’re going through external crisis.”
“Please do. Not. Start.”
He grins but surprisingly shuts up making you glance up in suspicion but it vanishes when grins wide “buckle up then, incoming.”
You feel all too familiar presence and see derek coming from the woods of your backyard “Oh hell no.” you stand up “Go away derek, I don’t want to deal with you now.”
Derek had seen you come out the house face itched with irritation and exhaustion he contemplated leaving you alone after making sure you were alright, but that would be creepy and he doesn’t want to be creepy you already give him earful about his werewolfness antic and manner.
He didn’t listen and strides to you frowning when you throw your shoe at him, it falls just few feet behind him sighing he turn and grab the shoe holding the jacket in his other hand just as he turns one hit him in his chest making him glance at you with annoyed look before grabbing the that well. You turn to walk away and he speeds and appear in front of you but with safe distance he does not want you hit him with your phone.
You sigh exhausted “What do you want now?”
“You where in my house why?”
You cross your arms across your chest “I was hopping to see your little team mates that’s all.” Derek raises his eyebrow at you obviously he knows that you’re lying. “Really derek, you aren’t even helping with Jackson’s problem and fighting with Scott. I thought we are past all that.” You walk to table and sit down with your hand in your lap.
“I didn’t want to fight him, he started it.” derek said you roll your eyes at his childish reason and he knows that to he follows and stand in front of you, his hands still holding your shoe, he toss the jacket to your lap.
“What are you 12?”
“One of us are.” He sasses back one hand on his hip.
You narrow your eye at him “Are you here to argue with me?”
He comes closer “I don’t see what I do, who I turn, concern with Scott. They know what they sign up for.”
“Derek, are you really that dumb.” Derek glare at you his jaw clenched you lean closer “Listen, scott trying to stop you because he feels some responsibility towards them. unlike your new pack scott wasn’t given a choice and his life is not normal anymore hell he can’t even properly date the girl he loves. And with hunters roaming around he’s just don’t want them to go through what he experienced and you are not doing well as Alpha.” you shrug.
Derek stands silent for a minute “You guys just have to talk this all out.” You add, the air gets chilly you wear the jacket and take the shoes from his hands wearing it. derek open his mouth to say something but sigh in annoyance your half tempted to kick him then but stiles and scott stumbles out the door with bonnie. You let out noise of understanding.
Stiles cheerful smile turns to irritation when he sees derek, he rushes towards you holding paper bag, leaving scott and bonnie behind, scott steps are slow and his face twist into pained look as he moves bonnie glance at him in worry.
“What are you doing here?” stiles question his index finger pointed at derek.
“Stiles not now.” Stiles takes seat next you his eyes pinned on derek but he accomplice at your exhausted voice. He hands you the paper bag there is sweet drink and your candy, you take the drink mumbling a thanks and turns to scott “You alright?”
He gives a look to derek as he moves to stand next you “Yeah, I’ll live.” Derek eyes find interest in the ground at least he has some shame.
You lift his shirt your face scrunch into grimace seeing the bloody bandage. You wave your hand and green glow sweep into his skin with warmth healing the wound he exhales softly relaxed.
“Thanks” he smiles at you softly you nod sipping your drink.
Stiles lean backs his feet kicking almost like he’s kicking derek the latter stands unamused “Are we not going to talked about the elephant in the backyard…. sourwolf in the backyard to be precisely.”
You lip curls at the end you hide it under your drink derek glare at the two you, then he sighs loudly this time just as bonnie points at the woods “Are they the new turns you talked about?” scott stands in front her, he sniffs the air.
“Yep.”
“Don’t be shy derek, call them.” you sure they can hear your conversations derek turns and soon enough the three newly turned werewolf appear stiles hands hooks around yours.
They walk towards where you all are Issac eyes doesn’t meet yours even when he realizes your eyes are solely fixed on his figure.
You just sigh derek turns to scott his eyes catch your slumped figure against stiles, eyes on Issac “Scott, I don’t want to fight you now or ever. They know what they signed up for.”
“Really, are they still gonna say that when have to lock up themselves every full moon? Getting shot with silver bullet.?” Scott counters
“he’s right, they are still kids you can’t reverse this.” Bonnie her eyes warily eyes three, scott looks thankful at the comment.
Erica rolls her eyes while Issac frowns Boyd stands unable to read but you know they all share the same notion.
“They know that too yet they choice to be changed, it was their choice. I’m sorry you weren’t given one.” Derek remained calmed as he uttered those words the last sentence render scott from speaking.
Stiles who eyes tracked on the three-werewolf twist to derek as he spoke his eye wide in shock but he thinks for moment his lips pursed his eyes locked on yours, squeezing your wrist. You look at him and nod.
“All I want to say that we all are new to this world, so why don’t we just get along and watch each other’s back?” you add.
“And why would be listen to you?” Erica questions her perfectly threaded brow raised at your input.
Stiles sighs beside you “Why are you butting in, look even your alpha wants to get along deep inside. Don’t you, sour wolf?”
“Don’t call me that” that’s all derek but he turns to his pack and nod.
You sit up as your headache flare up you don’t have the energy to bite back to erica “listen you overgrown puppies, you guys are in deep shit. There is a lot of other supernatural creatures that you don’t even know. the thing that killed Issac’s dad still out there and it’s not vampire that’s for sure. scott doesn’t want to fight you nor do we. Either you little shits get along or fuck off and get killed. I don’t have the patience or time to deal with all this.” You take the things stiles brought you and walk off.
Stiles and derek looks concerned at you retreating figure itching to go after you but something tells them leaving you alone would be the best option.
Scott turns to bonnie “is she alright?”
“Clearly she’s not.” Stile’s mutter, bonnie cross her arm across her chest her eyes tired and anxious.
“she’s worried about grams, she said she keep having vision of grams dying. We don’t know what is going on with her or how to help her.” bonnie say scott squeeze her arm silently offering comfort.
Issac, Erica and Boyd look at each other “there is vampires too?” derek close his eyes with a sigh.
Stiles crack his knuckles “Okey here is what we are going to do. We get along find the thing that going killing people and prove Issac innocence. And we keep her out of this while I’ll help her.”
Scott frowns “How are you gonna help her, I want to help her too.”
“I’m human here, I’ll be better useful to her than you?” stiles say scott narrow his eyes stiles huff “Don’t analysis me.”
Derek scoff “you just don’t wanna deal with us.”
Stiles stay silent for minute “Okey, maybe that too.”
Derek rolls his eyes at stiles but his and scott sense get alerted when they hear your and grams voice and along with some unfamiliar male voice reach their sense.
“Stiles stay here with bonnie.” Scott says before running off along with derek without another word.
tension arise, Scott finds out Issac is Derek's newly turned pack member and now he's taken into custody under suspicion of the murder of his own father. while you are plagued with memory or hallucination you are unsure.
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Derek and scott walk inside Isacc’s home without getting caught by anyone, the sky is getting prepare for full moon as the sun seems to set earlier.
“If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?”
“I don't know yet.”
“Then how do you know he's telling the truth? Even she insists Issac didn’t do it” scott frowns “I mean if she said that it might be truth”
Derek looked both offended and impatient “Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them-- not just your sense of smell.”
Scott looked embarrassed he sheepishly realize “You saw the lacrosse thing today...”
“Yeah.”
“Did it look that bad?”
“Yeah.”
Derek stops out the basement door scott stands behind him “There is someone inside” derek open the door to downstairs and see a figure sitting on the end of the stairs.
“Jump at me and I’ll throw you to next door” scott exclaimed hearing your voice he pushes derek aside which annoyed him.
“What are you doing here?” scott comes down standing Infront of you, derek followed standing beside scott.
Though its dark due the enhanced sight they catch how teary your eyes are though they didn’t comment on you. Derek’s eyes scan your figure sitting hunched posture, arm and legs crossed the cold temperature had made your skin prickle.
“Same as you to find anything that could help Issac.?” You turn to derek head tilted “How did you find him?”
Derek shrug “I know everyone around here.” He answered vaguely you nod your lips pursed taking in his answer.
“Well don’t let me stop you, do your thing.” You say looking away “I’ve seen enough.”
Derek throws a questioning glance at scott wondering why you have sudden detachment and lack of energy, he thinks stiles might have said what he said about you after the omega situation.
“You wanna learn? Let's start now.”
“What's down here?
“Motive.” Derek said making you tick off but you say nothing still having to recollect from the visions of what happened to Issac, the abuse and physical violence has spread its echoes throughout the house, even though you stand as watcher the horror and fear makes your quiver making you pull your legs to chest wrapping yourself in your own comfort, Mr. Lahey scared you more than Gerard.
“And what am I looking for?”
You close your eyes shut laying your head in your lap knowing what they talking about
Just as you want to stand and run out the room your phone buzz its stiles saying Allison Gerard sending someone after Issac with Wolfbane. You and stiles exchange texts as he ask about your whereabout which helped you tune out scott and derek’s arguments that’s until derek says you look up from your phone
“Everyone wants power.”
“If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into Werewolves!”
“I can if they're willing.”
“Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?”
“Yes. And he still asked.”
“Then he's an idiot.”
“And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter.”
“Yeah, I know your little secret... And, if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out?”
“You saw what happens to an Omega. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control-- even on a full moon.
“If I'm with you, I lose her.”
“You're gonna lose her anyway. You know that.”
You stand up “Are you two fucking serious?” the sharpness in your word turns their head to you “How the fuck does that has anything to do with Issac…” derek sigh turning to walk towards you.
“No, you asshole. you don’t get to talk. Do you even hear yourself. What down here isn’t motive its physical abuse he had gone through and that is not why he is in jail. Issac had didn’t came to you for power, and you know that. It was pure survival” you turn to scott glaring at him “and he’s not idiot he’s scared kid just like you scott. And you derek you just had to turned his trauma into lesson didn’t you. I thought you knew this better than anyone.”
You stomp throwing your hands in air “Alison and Scott relationship has nothing to do with this; you really need get over it and deal with it. they’re allowed to have to have that. God, you make me wanna strangle you so bad.”
“I’m done with you two.” You run your hands through your hair and leave mumbling about derek being bad alpha and Jackson was right about it. “YOU JUST LOST YOUR HOUSE PRIVILAGES, DEREK.”
Scott glance at frozen derek, he exhales softly “she’s seeing him……but she’s right” his phone buzz its stiles.
You and stiles sit in his jeep drinking your favorite drink that stiles got you after picking a very pissed you from Issac’s home. He didn’t ask where scott just hit the accelerator when you asked to, wordlessly handing you drink.
“Why do we have to wait for derek, we could just go in.”
Stiles sighs “I know that, but I feel like if he wolfed out you might hesitate to do anything”
“I would never put you in dangerous situation” you turn to him in all seriousness; stiles smile at you.
“Yeah, I know that, but you will put yourself and frankly I don’t want that.” He takes your drink and drinks it himself. You smile at him finally easing up.
“Not gonna lie, dying sucks. I’m not interested either. Its hurt like a bitch.”
“Yeah, you were lucky.” Stiles add though he gets lost in his thought.
“I should get a lottery to test it” you text scott wondering what’s his plan for the full moon he says he answer with he figured it out that you and stiles don’t need to worry about them.
You turn to stiles when he doesn’t answer “what is it?”
“Was it really luck?”
“What do you mean?”
Stiles lean against the door “I think it has something to do with your power; something do with you.”
You close your phone “My power is still mystery to me as well; we really need to sit and do some research on. We have break”
Stile huffs “Yeah, but since derek stirring up things we will never get a break.” Stiles wants to ask you why you suddenly so against Derek few minutes ago you talked about cooperation but he’s not complaining at all.
Speak of the devil stiles flinch when derek knock on his window and your face goes sour at the sight of the male.
The two of you gets out the jeep “Hold on, do you any jacket stiles?”
Derek glance at you and avert his eyes when you glare at him and keep the thought of offering his jacket to himself, though he remembers giving you one of his why don’t you wear it you even said it goes with everything you wear. You have a mean glare; he’ll give you that.
Why is a fly speaking near his ear.
Derek’s internal monologue gets cut off by stiles calling his name, stiles roll his eyes at him partially disgusted at the tiny pout he had while you just look at so confused.
Derek clears his throat
“Glad to have you present please don’t glitch so, the keys to every cell are in a password-protected lock-box in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk.”
“I’ll distract her.” you scoff at that making derek sigh at the blunt disrespect
Stiles interrupting pull derek by his shoulder “Whoa, whoa, whoa! You? You're not going in there.” Derek glare at where his hand is and back to stiles “...I'm taking my hand off.”
“I was exonerated.”
“You're still a person of interest.
“An innocent person.”
Stiles looks appalled glancing at you for backup but you turn away he turns to derek exasperatedly “You? Yeah, right! Okay, fine. What's your plan?”
“To distract her.”
“Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face?” you snicker at stiles comment “Ungh!”
Derek turns to you; his eyes trained on you “Heh. By talking to her.” you only answer with a deadpan look on your face.
Stiles remain skeptical “Okay. All right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?” derek doesn’t answer “Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?” he turns to stiles
Derek remarks snidely “I’m thinking about punching you in the face...”
“Good evening, how can I help...”
“...You?”
“This is painful to watch” Stiles whispers and derek held back turning to him and with glare your muffled laugh is driving him up the wall.
Derek smile awkwardly “Hi.
“Hi...”
“Old people have no game” are struggling to keep your composure at stiles jabs.
“Um, I had a question...”
“Um, sorry, I'm a little-a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone—"
“--like me?”
“Oh, I was gonna say "so incredibly beautiful," but, yeah... I guess that'd be the same thing...”
You and stiles causally walk inside “I’m going to see Isacc.”
“I’ll be fine” you add before stiles can say anything you rush through the halls and goes to the cell but it’s emptied the door is broken, the emergency drill rings you look around for Isacc.
“Isacc?” you call out his name feeling his presence still closer around you.
just then a muffled sound and rushed steps gets closer to the cells you turn frowning when you see a cop dragging stiles inside.
“Stiles” the cop drops him staring at you and the cell stiles looks up from the floor the guy in cop uniform walks towards making you take step back stiles scramble trying to hold the guy’s leg but then all of sudden a wolf pounce on him snarling viciously you stumble back in shock.
Stiles stand up and run towards you the two of you backs up, Issac who now fully transformed into werewolf form, gray fur and yellow eyes shining under the light he snarls chomping down on the man hand that held the syringe a sickening crunch echo making the two of you flinch, then the scent of the blood hits.
The man falls to the ground.
Nor you or stiles doesn’t see Derek comes in and he stomp down at the syringe breaking it and the wolf slowly turns to the two of you with a menacing glint in his eyes his face set in snarl blood drips from his fangs. Stiles quickly pull you behind you while Derek stands Infront the two of you.
The wolf tries to charge at the two you but Derek snarl at him, his eyes glowing red the roaring sound of the pack’s alpha sends the wolf bowing and covering in submission and fear as he takes steps back.
Stiles stands astonished as Issac shift backs into his human form that’s when you hit with intense fear, pure horror that made your knees buckle.
“How did you that?” stiles asks as you move away from him eyes catching Issac’s broken figure crumbled on the floor his eyes red and wet with tears.
“I am the alpha.” derek says proudly.
You feel a wave anger; your own anger rise inside you. when Isaac eyes finds you, his eyes widen in humiliation, looking more like scared lonely kid his fist clenched
You take off your jacket walking towards Isaac, Derek tries to pull you away but you rip your hand from his hold.
Isaac sense gets clouded with you, your scent, your warmth and your heartbeat. You place the Jacket over his frame “Its okey, you’re safe now” he hears you say.
Isaac finally turns his head his face sweaty and pale, a rush of calmness invades his sense his fist unclenches his trembling frame relax a little.
Derek walks towards the two of you grabbing hold of Issac’s arm as the sound of rushed foot steps gets closer.
you glare at derek as leave without saying anything stiles walks towards you and stands next to you giving you a hand.
Noah rush into the holding cells with an anxious look on his face you and stiles stand at the center of the cell.
“He did it.” the two of you point at the man on the ground.
You scoff when you see Bonnie unanswered texts taking off you take of your clothes gets in shower washing away the exhaustion. you feel like you’re going crazy with all the things that going around, getting out the shower you change into your pajamas and head out to kitchen almost crying in relief at the food saved for you, grabbing a plate and goes to your room, the peace doesn’t last long as peter appear.
“One day that’s all I ask” you say tiredly as you take seat on your chair placing the plate on the table you make you create a cold drink using your power and take a sip.
Peter gives you a coy smile sitting down your bed “Derek is back to zero, isn’t he?”
You glare at focusing on your food and drink, half through the process you catch the book on your table one that you’re avoiding. Peter for some reason sit silently all along his eyes seem apologetic for some reason.
You open the book and start to read it with intense focus you open your laptop searching up words and things you don’t understand. Hours went by as you research lore upon lores its past midnight the dim glow of the laptop and sound of cricket is prominent.
Finally, you finish with the reading and head full of question the things you were able to do are small amount of reality wrapping, hex bolts and mind manipulation. you turn in your chair towards peter.
“You’re dead”
Peter nod “been for few weeks, glad you remember.”
“That’s a reality, reality wrapping can’t bring you back not really. But when I helped the omega, it was combination of reality wrapping with mind manipulation and probability alteration. He wasn’t dead when I did whatever I did. But in your case, you’re already dead.”
Peter leans forward towards you “But you can bring me back.”
“Necromancy is danger, I can’t pull it off. You might be not even you, when your come back.”
Peter hooks his legs around yours pulling your closer along with the chair holding on the handles “Necromancy isn’t the only way.” You don’t say anything about his action more focused on the problem in front of you.
“Yeah, like resurrection and intense healing of body, mind and soul.” You cross your arm leaning back on the chair. “But it still stands that you might change and come back so different from your previous self. Disrupting nature order comes with punishment.”
“Are we forgetting that your whole existence is a threat that can be tick the equilibrium of the cosmic order, thus the order of life itself. Yet you’re here.” Peter, give you grin pulling you up by your arm making you sit straight.
“And just like how you saved the omega, you can save grams and bring me back.” He tilts his head “Save grams then me, In that order. Just cause you’re my favorite.”
You give him unimpressed look “Stiles said I can’t save everyone, and he’s right why are you feeding me hero complex and martyr complex.”
Peter just grin at you he leans closer taking hold of your face in his hands “that’s where he’s wrong. You can survive anything. You just don’t know it yet.”
“Making a plant alive and bringing you back is two different things.”
Peter shrugs “not really, essentially you’re just pouring life into the living.”
You turn to the books and with a sigh you bring it close you and refill your cup with caffeine using your magic. Hours went by and you don’t know when you fall asleep but you wake up in your bed fully tucked, peter greets you with a suspiciously warm smile. He was there when you freshened up for the day, when you eat breakfast.
Peter grins at you his eyes glamming with anticipation “You might have to hurry up; your grams time is ticking.”
You glare at throwing your blanket of off your body and walks to downstairs
you eat your breakfast, as grams comes around the corner not minding that you’re talking to a spirt while having breakfast.
You throw an apple at air glaring while grams sip her coffee you turn to her “Hey grams, did bonnie said anything she hasn’t answered my texts.”
“She’s fine. Stop worrying?”
You frown “I was just asking, why would I worry? Did something happen?” you run your hands down your face groaning into it “Can you please promise you won’t do anything reckless.”
“You can’t change the fate my dear.” She solemnly says as if she knows what would happens soon.
Your jaw clenches at her dismissal “You make me age faster you know.” you go upstairs and change your clothes as grams sigh calling your name but you don’t reason with her and hurry out the house peter on your toe.
The walk towards the Hale house felt it took forever maybe it was because you’re on your foot, you don’t need your phone to know that stiles might be spamming with texts asking where you are thinking alone made it make you sigh.
The dried leaves crunch under your feet, you pant slightly when you reach your destination you push open the crusty burned door and walks inside frown seeing two chairs and a small rope laying there.
“I don’t even want to know” you mumble peter nod beside you as you make downstairs “you take off your jacket letting it hang on one of the broken chairs.
Just then you feel an intense pain crushing your head making you fall on your knees screaming and you see a vision on Bonnie falling into dark pit, you sat breathless peter is gone stumbling you stand up hurrying out the basement and out of the house.
.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. I am back people my i got my lap fixed sorry for the delay i hope you enjoyed the lore and this new chapter happy reading.
Also I'm making the character aged up and they are in collage y'all character are older than 19
Recap
Scott reveal his past , how he become friends with his two close friends to Derek who learns why stiles is protective of you.
Series prev next
Damons bloody nails tugged deep into the dirt as he crawled panting, his face broken and beaten. Wisp of red magic wrap on his body flipping on his back he groans then he is lifted of the ground with a pained sob leave his lips as the crushing of his bone echoes around the wood. Hatred and fear blazing his eyes as he glances at the person in front of him.
His eyes glance at the ground where stefan lay unconscious equally bloody and beaten-up, the red mist around him intensifies making him wail in pain as sickening sound of several bones in his body started to breaking.
His iris started dilating in the faint light of moonlight you see yourself in his eyes, but she looks nothing like you. Her lips pulled into cruel smile eyes glinting with wickedness and pure evil everything about her seems so wrong and psychotic.
She looks like you but she’s nothing like you.
Damon eyes start drop before he backs out head falling backwards.
You open your eyes blinking awake with pounding headache and sluggish limbs moving around the soft bed your eyes scan around your room with a soft pained sigh catching
Stiles who fallen asleep on your table nose deep on your open the book, pulling the blanket closer to your chest you sigh last night’s memories rushes into your mind, still fully not understanding how you were able to pull it off is beyond you.
Lost in thought you miss stiles awaking with a yawn his eyes fall on your forlorn face he sits up suddenly making you startled as well.
“Thank God, you’re awake.” He stands dragging the chair close to your bed run his hands down his face. “you’re officially starting to make me age faster. Do you even know what you did, what made you think its okey to go head on with Gered, dude look like he Voldemort with nose do you know how unsettling that is, a part time manipulative grandpa and a full-time psycho.”
“Stiles”
“You can’t go around saving everyone, its reckless. you could’ve been hurt things could’ve gone south really quick. The werewolf could’ve hurt you or Argents, something tells me he’s way worse than Kate. That’s something itself we should be worried abou- “
“Stiles!”
His chest rises and falls with heavy breathes before he steadies himself. The flatness in your voice makes his worry deepen. He sits beside you, hesitating for a moment before laying down. “Tell me what’s going on.” He brushes his finger over your temple, his voice softening.
“I honestly don’t know, stiles. It’s like I am trapped in with these thoughts and worries and I can’t break free.” You curl yourself clutching the blanket closer to you. “I don’t know what’s real or not”
“It feels like if I let anyone near me die, I might start lose all of you one by one. I couldn’t let him die, not if I can help.”
Stiles exhales “You can’t save everyone, and you trying endlessly can will take a toll on you. We don’t know what we’re signing up for. And I don’t wanna lose you in those processes at all.”
Your eyes glance up at his “I…. that night…I was terrified out of my mind. I still remember how it felt; your blood soaking into my skin. How cold your skin was becoming. I was even thinking if I made mistake by not letting derek help you…. but I knew you don’t want to become that…but each passing second, I thought maybe I fucked it up…that no hospital couldn’t save you…...I never felt more helpless it was just…. like with mom. I don’t want to feel like that ever again.” He places your hand on his chest right under his heart “and this is real, and I’m staying with you”
By the time he confessed both of your eyes had tears, you wrapped your arms around his frame muttering apologies after apologies. Both of your clothes soaked with your tears but the cry was very much needed.
Scott waits at the front entrance for you and stiles; he stands straight when he catches the scent of you and stiles his eyes scan the area and finds his friends. He lips turns into a frown seeing you so detached of your surrounding not bickering with stiles as usual as you. stiles walking beside you silent.
Scott doesn’t wait he walks towards you only when he stands directly Infront of you, you snap back to reality but that’s with a startled look on your face making the two eyes turns round with softness and worry shining through their lashes.
“Hey!” you exclaim at scott “Stiles filled me in what happened after I blacked out. Is that guy really gone?”
Scott walks with you on your other side nodding “Yeah, derek think its better for all of us especially you.” he said with a smile you hum in disbelief.
Stiles roll his eyes scoffs “finally something I can agree on”
“Did he tell you what’s his plan for the full moon?” you rub your temple feeling your head pound. Your hands ruffle inside your pocket but doesn’t find what you looking for making you sigh.
Scott and stiles glance at each other over your head “No, he said I can actually have some control over myself other self-better.”
You frown “That’s suspicious.” You muttered while stiles give scott a blank face clearly showing he doesn’t believe in scott sudden self-control.
“I'm serious! It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same.” Scott argues walking beside you while stiles on your other side his hand thrown across your shoulder
Stiles huff skeptically “Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people like us.?”
“I swear, I don't have the urge to maim and kill you.” he pleads gesturing you take his side.
“he’s right…” before you can say stiles shut you with his hands over your mouth.
“Shh you’re on time out.” Stiles says you shrug looking at scott who roll his eyes at the two of you.
“You know, you say that now, but then the full moon goes up, and come the fangs, and the claws, and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay? And it's very stressful on me, and so yes, I'm still locking you up.” Stiles pulls you into guys locker room before you can run away “No Missy you’re not leaving my sight.”
Scott sighing lean against their locker “Okay, fine. But I do think I'm more in control now, especially since things are good with Allison.”
Stiles looks irritably at him “Okay, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison.”
“They're really good.” Scott smiles wide making you groan stiles cover your eyes making you puzzled
“-- Thank you, we know.” stiles say exasperatedly.
“I mean, like, really good...”
“All right, I get it! Just please, shut the hell up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself.”
“All right. Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?”
“Yeah-- much better.” Stiles let go of you he grins at the two of you proud to show what he has in his sleeves or in this case his locker. He opens the door and chain starts to fall out loud and clunky heavy metal chain. Everyone around turns to the three of you while you stand horrified in place.
The coach who was inside his room came out beyond stunned looking at two of you all hope lost in his eyes defeated “...Part of me wants to ask... the other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So, I'm gonna walk away.”
“That's good. That's a wise choice, Coach” stiles say
The coach stops and turns looking at you three “God, I hope you losers don’t drag her into whatever this is.” with that he walks away.
Danny who is sitting on bench gives you a look you vigorously shake your head you hit stiles on his shoulder making him wince before crouching down to pick the chain and your dignity or what left of.
“You, okay?” you ask seeing scott glance around panicked and alert
“Scott?”
“There's another... In here, right now...”
“Another what?” stiles ask
“Another Werewolf.”
“Other than jackson?” you wondered glancing around Scott nod stiles and you sigh “Derek” the two of you say in sync.
“Stop doing that.”
You sigh exasperated “No wonder he doesn’t want you help you right now, he got his own puppies.”
You turn to stiles grossed out where his thought went at your words “that’s concerning even by our standard. Stop it stiles.” He shrugs.
“You put that image in my head with your words” stiles snark your lips curl in annoyance.
“Stop thinking so out loud, the last thing I want to imagine derek in that……. process.” You shudder at the image stiles conjured in his mind.
The three of you sit down at the bench “It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was.”
“Why can’t we ask Just ask derek, its not like he’s not keeping it secret from us” you wonder out loud making stiles scoff.
“I don’t know why you give that sour wolf your time” he turns to scott “What if you can get him one-on-one? Would that help?”
Scott looks at his friends nodding “Yeah...”
“Okay. I think I got an idea.” stiles stands and rush after coach leaving the two of you sitting.
You turn to scott “Did something happen between derek and stiles? He seems more hostile towards him?”
Scott shift in his seat “No...?” his puppy eyes on as nervously gaze into your sharp ones.
“Scott?”
“Did you texted me Jackson having trouble with his transformation” scott asked suddenly his eyes finding the said boy sitting across few feet away from two of you.
“Yeah, something about Derek not knowing shit about something, but that’s so unusual right?” you ponder “I mean he’s all like I’m the alpha and all which I find very outdated and cringe but he pulled it off surprisingly”
Scott nod to your words “if derek doesn’t want anything to do with jackson then it might be something serious. Did jackson said anything else?”
“No, just that he needs my help.” You glance at jackson seeing him talking with Evil matt [stiles named him]. “I just sort of brushed it off now I feel bad.” Jackson glance at you along with matt who turned to see who is jackson is looking at.
You sigh turns to scott “He’s also just like you.”
Scott wraps his arms around you bringing you to a hug “its okey, we will help him if he wants to be helped.”
Stiles comes back barreling on to you “I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day.”
“But I hate playing goal.” He pouts stiles looks at you with exhausted look on his face
“Remember when I said I had an idea?.......This is the idea.”
“Oh.”
“There we go.” You say smiling proudly at scott as he grasped what stiles did with equal smile on his face. But your smile gets wiped at his next question
“What's the idea?”
Stiles exasperatedly “I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes.” He pulls scott of the seat while you get comfortable pulling out your phone to record.
“This going to fun.”
you don’t know if you’re proud or embarrassed of your friends there is no in between its either one or another. Scott tackles the second person on the ground and sniff him up making the coach yell at him again. Coach even goes to stiles for answer; you zoom in the screen when he slammed danny to the ground. Danny comes and sits down next you shaking his head at you as you enjoy the scene in front of you.
“You alright?”
Danny nod “Yeah, you having fun?”
“A lot of fun.”
Jackson walks towards the two of you sitting down next to you, he takes off his gears looking pale he turns to you “Can you come by my house tomorrow morning?”
You lower your phone turning to him “Yeah.” You give him a reassuring smile fiddle around your bag Danny calls your name.
“Stiles is pointing at you.” you left your head up hands still in your bag and take out a piece of candy and hand it to Jackson who looks at it puzzled but takes it.
You frown seeing stiles points at Issac in front him vigorously you slowly stand-up feeling Scott defensive stands as they crash into each other but lands safely. Across form the field Noah and cops come marching.
“His father's dead. They think he was murdered.” Scott said attentively sparing glance at you and where Stile’s dad and Issac stands along other cops and coach.
“He didn’t do it.”
Stiles wrap his arms across your shoulder “Are they saying he's a suspect?”
“I'm not sure. Why?” scott glance at you seeing you still looking worried as Stile’s dad takes Issac away. Issac glance back at you with hurt look on his face his eyes pleading for understanding.
“Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours...”
“Like, overnight?”
“During the full moon.”
“How good are these holding cells at holding people?”
“People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not that good.” Stiles grimly says.
“Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?”
“Yeah...”
“He does.”
You run your hands through your hair exhaling sharply breaking off from stiles hold feeling your head spinning.
Stiles and scott watches you leave without saying anything “She is not okey right?”
“Defiantly not” stiles sighs “I read something interesting text about her power actually and we really need to do some digging.” He adds as they walk to the locker room.
“What did you find?”
“it’s a lot, an hour isn’t enough.”
They walk into the classroom frowning when they didn’t see you in your usual seat shrugging stiles takes out his phone sending quick text to come to the class. scott and stiles settle in their seat at the front row.
“Why would Derek choose Isaac?” scott mumbled
“Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you... And maybe teenagers have a better chance at surviving?”
“Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?”
“Well, not unless they have solid evidence... Or a witness...” stiles trailed off then utter your name. he turns to danny behind him “Wait-- Danny, where's Jackson?”
“In the principal's office, talking to your dad. She is with them” danny points at your empty seat.
“What? Why jackson?”
“Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac?” Danny answers condescendingly
“...Witness.”
“We gotta get to the principal's office.”
“How?” stiles grinned at scott’s question
“Everyone, please turn to page seventy-three.” The teacher Harris instruct writing on the back when a roll of paper hits on his head making the whole class laugh “Who in the hell did that?”
Stile and scott points at each other.
OUTSIDE PRINCIPAL OFFICE
“Listen to me-- you're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?” Stilinski recount looking at Issac who sits next to you cooly his arms thrown over the sofa behind you, arrogance radiating from his nonchalance façade. Gerard sits with other cop watching the two of you, his eyes trained on your every movement seeing him after what he did doesn’t scare you as you thought it would it just makes you annoyed that you have to spend few minutes around him.
“Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him.” jackson scoffed, you rethink helping him crossing your arm across your chest.
“Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher? Parents? Anyone?”
Jackson shrugging “Nope. It's not my problem.”
“No. No, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it.” you snicker at Noah’s sarcastic jab. Father like son, son like father.
“Yeah ...Wait, what?” he looks between the two of you.
Noah turns to you “And you, did you know about anything this?”
“Not really…...” you sigh looking up at him “I had my suspicion but I didn’t want to make any assumptions.”
Noah nods with soft look on his face he can see the guilt in your voice “it’s not your fault kid.” He said softly Jackson frown at the shift scoffing internally.
Noah notes that Issac hadn’t talked about you to his dad.
“How was he when the last time you saw him?”
“He was sweet but upset about chem result…...no he almost seemed sacred.” You feel your head spin “But I don’t think he would have done it.”
Noah stands straight “We will find the truth, why don’t you go home. I’ll ask the principle for you.”
“Cool” Jackson says
Noah shakes his head “Not for you.” jackson scoff before leaving casting you a final glance. “Come on. I’ll drop you off.”
You, Noah and the cop walks out the office and you are not surprised to see scott and stiles in chair clearly there to spy. Stiles fumble around the seat taking out a magazine hastily hiding his face Noah sighs.
“Hi, scott.”
“H-- yeah...” scott mumble back weakly glancing at you and Noah but Noah walks off you rip the magazine off stiles hand startling him. you follow Noah with laugh stiles and scott stands to follow you but Gerard come out and Noah calls you, the three of you nod silently exchanging promise to let each notified.
You sit on the passenger seat looking outside the window Noah spare you glances from time to time.
“What is on your mind kid?” his didn’t held the authoritative one like before but its more of soft tentative voice.
“How can a parent hurt their own child?” you ask with blank look on your face Noah’s lip set in grime line.
You sit straight “I never understood how a parent can abuse their child; I just don’t get it. I get that people are unpredictable and this is not just single incident. It’s not just Issac situation but whenever I hear something like that…. it’s so confusing for me why would you hurt an innocent kid to point they become shell of what they used to be. I just don’t understand.” You rub your temple, chest heaving as you said each word Noah’s stop the car pulling over to side.
He calls your name making you stop talking “I…. honestly, I don’t have the answer to your question kid, I still wounder the same thing and I been in this profession longer than how old you are right now. But I’ll tell you this the kids never the one to blame, people are more twisted than we they are. Hurt people hurt people, abused people abuse. The why in each still mystery to me just like it is you. what we found in the house……. Issac didn’t deserve what happened to him, no one does and it’s not his fault it would be never his even if he thinks that. And you’re not at fault not realizing what’s happening to him.”
“There were signs and I ignored it” you feel tears lining up your water line. Noah takes your hands in his squeezing it.
“And I saw it too but I didn’t look into it. it’s not your fault kid.” He reassured voice warm and clam. “Let’s get you home.”
Noah drops you off at grams house, you sit at the steps phone in your hands you got text saying stiles is stuck at detention.
A thought suddenly came into your mind you take off running yelling at grams you will be right back.
There are new faces in the town, Allison grive her aunt with scott by her side. Jackson find himself in unexpected predicament. Peter still there and Issac becomes your normalcy while trying search for way to bring back peter alive at same to prevent your grams death.
.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. Im building up lore for scarlet phoenix for the past days it's tiring bro goggle and thesaurus hate to see me coming.
The walk to the grill was peaceful since stiles is stuck in detention and scott with Allison at Kate’s funeral. Things have been somewhat clam.
You glance at him, his black eye is relatively gone though, exhaustion clear on his face. “How did you do the test?”
Issac turns his head before lowering his head, “It’s not good.” He mumbles voice meek, his hands gripping tight on straps of his bag.
“It just a small test Issac, you can improve again. Don’t stress about it.” the grills come into view Issac nods before hastily stepping ahead of you holding the door open for you making you smile.
The two of you order cool drinks the conversation between the two of you flow easily Issac eyes lights up every time he speaks about everything, he’s interested about he’s excited like a golden retriever and your cheeks starts to hurt from the smile stretched on your face but it’s impossible not smile. He hung on to every word that leaved your lips, his eyes tracing every single movement of yours like he’s in trance a mystified smile on his face the both of you remain like that until the night starts to arrive.
Everything was fine until peter showed up reminding of things that you need to do, Issac offers to walk you home as well. The two of you walk in silence until your home comes in to vision.
“So, I know its not an ideal date but would let me have another proper one?” he asks his voice is more confident and cheerful his body doesn’t have any trace of awkwardness nor its tense.
You chuckle a little, not paying mind to Peter who groan behind Issac “Saturday I’m free.”
“Yeah, I see you tomorrow.” but he doesn’t leave his gaze shifting from your face to lips making you chuckle again, stepping closer you kiss his cheeks.
“See you tomorrow.” you whisper in his ear watching it turns red you walks towards your home Issac wave at you.
Peter rolls his eyes walking behind you “You could do so much better you know, someone more powerful”
“Like You. Yeah right” opening your fridge and pulling out a water bottle and drinks it, peter grins coming to stand next you.
“I was thinking about someone else” he leans closer to you “but I’m open to it, maybe after you turns 18, sweetheart”
You give him deadpan look “Grams I’ve some things to do. I’ll come home later.” You yell opening the backdoor and before leaving peter on your tail.
“Now let’s get some work done.”
You pant laying down on the grass “I can’t do it.” peter stand beside your head an unimpressed look on his face. You been trying to bring back a dead plant for hours, and a lot other things happened other than that.
It withered a lot more.
it started to smoke before you set it on fire accidently.
you repeat the same mistake again.
“That’s because you’re not doing it right.”
You pout “I’m trying.” You turn to left side away from him Peter glance at the withered plant, he kneels next to you.
“Sit up now.” His voice lacks the playfulness that you were getting used to making you tense, sitting up slowly you turn to him.
He picks the dry leaf off your hair “Remember what you did at the Hale house.” You nod “You did that yourself and you can do more.”
“I’m trying. I really am.”
Peter shakes his head “You’re trying too hard; you have to let it flow.” He says your name “At the house what was going through your mind?”
You glance at the flower “I just wanted to show derek I’m not crazy, that I know what I am doing.”
He leans closer “And you did, you showed him what you’re capable of but that’s not your limit.” He says like he so sure of himself and its give you confident his gaze gleamed with amazement. He says your name with pride “You can do anything that you put your mind into.”
“Derek wouldn’t like if I brought you back nor does my friends.” You whispered absented minded.
The gear in his head starts to turn he sighed shaking his head at you, a dark look cross his face unknown to you.
“I know you can heal.”
“How did you know that?”
Peter shrugs “I live in your head remember.” He stares at your face making you frown at his blank face. “You’re protecting yourself from me, your mind is strong, I guess that’s why you don’t remember what you did.” He ponders the last words quietly.
“Oh, I do, I’m still upset that she got hurt and little embarrassed I broke down Infront of derek of all people.” you chuckle in disbelief.
Peter’s lip curled in sinister smirk but it goes as soon as it came, his face twisting into worried look “You really don’t remember!”
Something in his voice makes you nervous “What are you taking about?”.
“I don’t know if you should know that, clearly there is a reason why you forgot that.” He squeezes your shoulder.
Your thoughts start to go crazy trying to remember what peter is talking so seriously about “What did I do? I don’t remember, peter.”
He weights whether he should tell you or not “You tried to kill the Salvatore bothers last night.”
“What?” your voice came out strangled wide eyes stared lost at him. peter comes closer taking hold on your shoulders.
“I know you were furious that he hurt your sister, but I never seen anyone so ruthless and murderous as you were last night.” His voice imprints on your mind making you dazed his voice seems to bounce around your head making your heart beat fast hypervalent you shake your head trying to move away from, but peters fingers dig into your temple holding you close. “I…. won’t…. hurt anyone…”
“But I didn’t let it happen; I pulled you back.” He cares your cheeks “I didn’t want to become a killer. I saved you” he wipes your tears.
His honeyed voice clouded your thoughts “You are not a killer, are you?” you shake your head lips wobbling head bowed.
He nods “that’s right, you are not because of me.” Peter lifts your head up his hand on your neck, his runs his knuckle down your cheeks “you can’t take life but you can give life, just like you’re about do this plant and then to me.”
“Now you’re going to sit few minutes in silent and try again” his voice is commanding making you nod.
You exhale sitting on your knee your hands flexed a green mist manifest itself on your palm, directing your palm towards the plant gently the green surge of power penetrates through the surface of the plant and it the deep you can feel it. the plant starts rise, hunched and darkened leaves starts to become green a flower starts to bloom as the green mist fades.
You laugh in disbelief as the plant stands radiating, you touch the leaves feeling the rough texture of the leaf then the flower a white flower smooth, you look at your trembling hands as Peter stands above you with satisfied grin on his face.
A pang on his heart that he quickly pushed aside.
On the other side scott chase the werewolf that running away from him until it gets caught on one of the Argents traps. The werewolf whimper in pain but before scott can help him some one stops him
“Wait! Stop!” he yells but derek drags him away from there “What are you doing? I can help him!”
“They're already here.” He hisses holding Scott tight not letting him break free
“I can help him!”
“Quiet!”
Chris Argent walks towards the Werewolf before electrocuting him forcing it to shift back to human form one hunter throw a jack at him as one held riffle at his neck.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Chris questions his hands holding on to his gun tight.
The werewolf covering himself kneeling look at hunters with fear “Nothing. Nothing, I swear.”
“You're not from here, are you?” the werewolf doesn’t answer just look at the ground shivering under their eyes.
“Are you???” Chris repeats loudly startling the already petrified werewolf
“No. No, I came-I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all.” He whimpers “Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear.” The man pleaded his has tears in his eyes.
“Gentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight! You wanna tell them what we've caught?” Gerard steps out walking towards them he turns to look at Chris who stands unimpressed through the whole ordeal.
“An Omega.”
“The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack, or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down, maybe even murdered... and possibly alone by his own choice... Certainly not a wise choice... Because, as I am about to demonstrate... an Omega rarely survives on his own.” Gerad takes the sword out walking towards the wolf.
From their hiding sight Derek and Scott watches “Look. Look. Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me-- why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together.”
“What are they doing” Scott watches with worry as the man approach the werewolf who started whimper and plead for his life just then his sense pick up another scent in the air feeling derek tense behind he knows that his mind isn’t messing with him.
The werewolf closes his eyes waiting for the sword to pierce through his guts but a voice soft it “Uhm, what are you doing?.” the werewolf opens his eyes and see you the wolf inside him pick up the powerful aura inside you making him whine at you.
Chris stands stunned at your sudden appearance Gerad too stands stunned; you hold your phone up taking a quick photo of him standing with sword and the man on the ground.
“Oh my god.” Scott whisper holding his face in his hands
Gerad glance at Chris “Kid you shouldn’t be here, this is not what it looks like.”
You tilt your head to side staring at Gerad “Sorry to bust your bubble, everything just screams murder here.” You point at around him.
Chris sighs saying your name “Go home.” Your name seems to perk up Gerad interest as he lowers the sword his annoyance gone its replaced with some twisted amusement that made Scott and derek even Chris to tense around in their place.
“Ha, it’s you. I’ve been wanting to meet you myself. Guess my daughter wasn’t wrong after all.” Gerad says walking towards you.
You frown “Okey, not creepy at all?” Chris walk towards you before Gerad can reach you getting hold on your bicep.
“Go, home. You have nothing to do here.”
The werewolf shift in his place “NO, please save me. I never killed anyone.” He cries making you turns to him. all of you turns to him, you glance at him your mind racing he wasn’t lying you know that for sure.
Gerad turns to the werewolf with hatred and pure disgust in his eyes, before walking towards him again his hands gripping the sword.
“You can’t kill him; you have a code.” You yell at him before glancing at Chris who stands beside you.
“She’s right. We have a Code.” He hisses those words to the man watching him gripping the sword. No one sees the dark mist that manifested on your palm expect for peter and he watches it as it also appears around the hunters’ head and eyes.
“Not when they murder my daughter. No Code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening?” you scoff loudly making him turn his head towards you.
Ripping your hands from Chris hold you walk towards Gerad the other hunters lift their riffles at you making Chris to yell at them to not to.
“Your daughter is psychotic bitch that preyed on a teenage boy, killed several innocent people and tried to kill me as well, you think I’m not gonna let you do that this innocent man as well.”
“He’s no man, he’s just an animal.” He yells sneering down at the man with disgust.
You raise your brow at him “the only animal that’s here is you.” Gerad takes a step towards you but you get pulled back by Chris again.
“She’s kid, I’ll make her leave.” He starts to pull you away making you trash around him the werewolf starts to plead to save him.
“Chris let go!” you feel the space around you closing in trapping in you, the only thing you can feel is fear, fear for your life? was it even your fear?
You’re standing there unable to do anything, surrounded by the hunters, the fear in their eyes too real. The air feels heavy around you as if everything is teetering on the edge of chaos. But then, a shift. A spark of something deep within you—unseen, barely understood, but undeniably there.
Your hands tremble, not with fear, but with a strange surge of energy. The green mist you’ve conjured before flares brightly in your palms, but this time, something else follows—a red aura that wraps around the air, distorting reality itself. You focus on the sight of the man about to die, and the illusion forms: you see the sword that’s about pierce his flesh, feel the cold fear in your chest—but it’s not real.
Gerad pulls the sword lifting it up “Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak or seemingly harmless, begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone...” he stabs the sword into his stomach before cutting him half. “Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into...”
Chris let you go his face is filled with guilt as he looks at you then the werewolf who’s now dead.
The world seems to bend around you, and for a moment, you’re not sure if it’s your mind or something greater pulling the strings. But then, you see the hunters’ faces—a flash of doubt.
You focus, the red mist beginning to swirl around the man’s body like a silent storm, bending reality itself. It’s easier than you expected, but still, you feel the power prickling at the edges of your senses, almost alive. You’ve never done this before, not to this extent, and it’s both thrilling and terrifying. The world shifts—the way the hunters’ weapons seem to dull, the way the smell of blood fades into a strange, static calm. The illusion takes root in their minds, and you feel their panic as they begin to question what they’re seeing. You’re doing it, but at what cost?
For a moment, it feels like the energy might slip away from you, but you push forward, solidifying the illusion. The man’s body is whole again in their minds—untouched, alive. You feel a surge of pride, followed by an ache in your chest as the power slips from your control, leaving you breathless.
For a split second, everything falls into place. The man’s body is torn in two, but you know—you feel—the truth. He’s not hurt. He’s perfectly fine. The hunters are trapped in a reality you’ve woven, and you have the power to decide when it ends.
“We find them. We kill them. We kill them all.” Gerad declares staring down at ‘dead werewolf’ before walk towards you and Chris. “Come on Chris.”
Chris turns to you “Go home.” His eyes were guilty was it for killing the innocent wolf or was it making you witness the brutality.
Scott and derek stands straight from their crouched position, a worried look on their face when your eyes get rolled back swaying sideways Scott and derek rush but they stumble a sudden mist of red explode like smoke before it disappears.
Scott yelps when dead man stands beside him derek claws comes out but the man is too busy staring at your unconscious figure than to notice it. Scott puzzled beyond make his way towards you.
He lay your head on his lap gently trying to shake you awake “Derek,what did just happened now?” he looks at man.
“You were dead. how are you?” he glances between them, derek glance at man warily before making his way towards him and you.
“She saved me.” He whispered looking at your figure, his eyes wide- but not in relief, but in something close to worship.
“How did she do that?” scott mumbled holding you close his eyes trace your face, you look like you’re in a peaceful sleep. “I mean I know she can heal and read minds, but this is something else.”
The man step towards them making them tense Scott and Derek share a knowing glance not liking the way the man eyeing you down. “The better question what can’t she do?”
Derek stands speeding stopping the man before he can reach even two feet near you, especially when you’re in a vulnerable state. his eyes flashes making the omega falter into submission. “What do you mean?”
“She is more powerful than I thought.” The omega utters unsettling derek and scott.
“You been watching her?” scott voiced out loud, derek snarl at the omega making him falter his gaze finally leave you, meeting the red glare eyes of the alpha.
“How long have you been watching her and why?”
The omega shrinks back “I was not going to hurt her; I was following your scent when I found you with her.”
Derek heart drop to his stomach was he really carless and oblivious to a werewolf lurking around you, even with his new powered status shouldn’t be more aware of his surroundings.
“I was curious about her power nothing more.” He continued with bewildered look on his face.
Scott gathers you in his arms standing up he can feel your phone vibrating repeatedly and he can guess who is that.
“Now that I found you. I wanna join your pack.” The omega looks earnestly at derek, derek thinks before a moment before shaking his head making the omega frown.
“The Argents thinks you’re dead, it should stay that way. You need to get out of here.”
The man’s eyes widen in disbelief “But I came all this way to join your pack. And I can’t go back there is another hunters outside this town.”
Derek clenches his jaw “You staying here won’t be good to any of us. If they got the wind of you that you’re alive, its gonna led them to her and I’m not gonna let it happen. You need to leave.”
“But alp- “
Derek snarl at the omega again flashing his eyes, his emotions is all over the place “It wasn’t a request. You’re gonna leave as soon you can.” The omega shrinks back he warily glance at them before running off into the darkness.
.→✒️:★: ͜͡✿͜͡ →. I want to do the recap description but it takes time so much and honestly I don't read my own story the stories comes and goes and i wrote down when sequence play. So i think I'm going to stop the recap thing sorry guys.
Peter Hale sits bored on the underground of the Hale loft, he sighs for the 100th time of the day, he should have gone find some abandoned bunker rather than stay with derek and his misfit of pack but nothing has been going on the way he wanted it to be especially since nearly getting burned by the Bennett witches and Derek’s wrath and he this time won’t put the blame on them since he was wrong , you did not wake up.
You haven’t for some days and it been declared that you’re truly dead, well 30 days to be exact, you had pronounced dead and buried. The first week of him coming back to the town was eventful, the jackson was the kinema and avoiding stiles inquire about the mystery was even heinous process because everyone knew your hand in that, though scott held contentment towards you for that the latter came anxious when you didn’t come back from ‘excursion’ with the later.
And honestly, he wasn’t surprised when stiles tracked down your phone and eventually came to the hideout, oh boy that was messy he didn’t even get to open the door before he was slammed to the wall by an enraged derek with fangs bearing at him and scott pushing open the door to the room, stumbling into your dead body.
That was messy intended.
Peter explanation was meet with obvious objections their arguments summed up to the one conclusion, that what they were doing was inhumane and that but stiles who somewhat understand his reasoning stunned him but later he understood the boy was just clinging to you refusing let you truly gone, but stiles was successfully persuaded other into waiting, breaking the news to melissa was even a hideous but bonnies and grams help, well his too. They set up way to preserve your decaying body,
That’s where peter started to doubt himself, for some reason he believed your body would remine safe from naturally deteriorating like any corpus composition yet he was adamant on his belief.
After two weeks the it was worsening and along with the supposed theory of peters as well, the town was already gossiping about your ‘disappearance’ making up all sort of rumors and statements.
Soon all hope faded.
Sheila Bennett could no longer bear the loss, her ancestor remained silent countless spells failed, guilt plagued her conscious even haunting her restless nights, her attempts at cross road was actively intervened by the Winchester, the young Winchester didn’t want to leave the town despite her reassurance. Bonnie immersed into teaching herself and improving her skill, she counted several séances yet she could not reach out nor did the spirits help her, crimson covered tissues hoarded her studies and room, all empty and pointless.
Noah stilienski could see everyone along with his son was hiding something bigger from him, after the revelation of supernatural existence and his son’s friend being one, he thought there is nothing else hiding from his knowledge, but that quickly changed when he found stiles stumbling home one-night drunk tear eyed his words mixed and overflowed but he could make out the word “gone” “left me” “She” “its hurts”. He remembers embracing his Son tightly weeping along with him though he starts to formulate everything together he dismissed it quickly mourning together with his son, after coming to face with the cause of his son’s anguish the number of bottle started to piles up, his demeaner changed dull and sluggish, his coworker would catch him gazing at the framed picture on the desk, its an old photo of three kids two boys with a girl standing beside girl sitting on swing with awkward look on her face as she point at the camera while two boys smiled wide at the camera.
On the…… on the stiles doesn’t what day it was when he stood on the podium wearing dark suit hand clenching on the paper, he could feel eyes and ear around him but just beside him was your coffin and he couldn’t make any words out. He cried and cried until scott pulled him to hug and pulled him away, he felt like he couldn’t breathe just like the day he found you unmoving and cold on the cheap bed. It felt like someone pulling his heart out of his body every intake of breath felt impossible, felt utterly lose, helpless, slowly he started hating you, hating you so much that he wished he didn’t know you, didn’t become friends with you, didn’t love you this much to the point his whole being hurts to even stay conscious.
Scott held stiles in string grip, twice the strength as if he’s making up for other missing pair arms that would be around them usually, he comforts him though his own tears are falling freely, muttering encouragement. Scott blame himself greatly, he was caught up in his things that he dismissed your struggle telling himself that you would come to him, to them, but he knew better. And he knew willingly takes the blame though he himself know it’s not his fault, no one’s fault. But he feels like taking the blame would keep him more saine it made him forget how useless he was when you need him. so, he stands strong for you, for stiles and looked after grams and bonnie just like how you would want him to be. It might be cynical of him to acknowledge that you weren’t coming back that peter’s theory was just stupid than buying into false hope, to him it felt like pointless holding on hope that showed no light, since it been 26 days since you left them.
All that leads to tonight where they all aside from Bonnie and Sheila Bennett and Noah stilienski, reside on the underground bunker, aimlessly the radio gives it final announce on being cautious during the passing hour of the solar flare that’s about come.
An unwelcomed and unnecessary natural phenomenon actually, it bad enough peter has be around derek and the children especially since the scientists are being vague as well saying its movement are unpredictable, but its clear the reading state this might be the most intense one coming.
All residents are advised to stay indoors, avoid the use of electronic devices, power fluctuations and communication disruption are anticipated.
Meteorologists stated that while the solar flare does not posses’ threat or harmful effect to humans, the electromagnetic could affect satellites and GPS system and even hospital, but do not panic emergency assistance are available at all time, please remine indoors, limit devices usage, and keep updated on the official channel.
The authorities are monitoring the flare closely and all updates are transmitted live, stay inside, stay updated.
“Can we turn it off, it getting boring.” Erica asks from the steps she sitting she looks around no one answers.
Peter rolls his eyes before standing up leaving, stiles eyes follow him “Where you going?”
“Please don’t tell me, they are merry company to be with.” Peter retorts walking to the door to the hallway.
Derek just sighs from the chair he’s sitting without saying back erica sighs before going to turn off the radio Scott stops her “Hey they said they will keeps updated, we should keep it on.”
She raises her eyebrow at this “For what? we heard everything we needed.”
Her hand hover over the radio scott stops her stiles looks exhausted and leave the room, he understands why peter left now.
This is an update directly from the meteorologist that the flare seems like coming faster than anticipated, hold on- it-----not-----flare----fire------meteor?
Stiles drown out the announcement walking through the hallway and finds peter on the door looking out to the woods.
“Now you understand” peter says
Stiles has his hands in his hoodie pocket “I didn’t come here to talk with you” peter shrugs as stiles lean on the opposite side his gaze on the horizon.
Peter stay silent as the sky starts get bright and temperature rise ever so slightly that he was able to pick up the change as it starts to gets brighter peter turns to stiles “Go inside.”
Stiles side eyes and stubbornly stand where he is peter open his mouth but his eyes get dazed standing frozen before he utters your name almost sacredly that had stiles flinch.
“What?”
Peter turns to the sky which is now no longer blue or white but red and yellow the he lets out a unhinged laugh “I knew it.”
Stiles stands straight his hands out of his pocket walking Infront of peter “what? what? what is going on?”
Peter grin at him saying your name again “Oh it is happening”
The bright scourging rippling flame fly above them scorching the trees that was too close to its radius, the flame seems to roar with such a pulsing energy that knocked the two down on the floor, peter was quick to stand on his legs back with enthralled look on his face, his grin is stretched on his lips eyes wide in anticipation as he took of the direction of the flame leaving stiles jumbled to great extent.
Yet without thinking he follow after peter, he runs through the scorched woods to following the ashes he pushed over the edge of his understanding when he finds himself at cemetery, he doesn’t see peter as he’s more focused on the flame penetrating through a grave, an unmistakenly grave, your grave.
The pulsing flame of red-ish orange and yellow is stretched out to the sky as it penetrate through the depth of your grave a sudden explosion happens the trees and bushes on the side get withered several tomb stones around turned into nothing but ashes stiles cover himself as he hear peter grunting as he gets thrown from all way of few feet away of the grave to where stiles is standing the entrance of cemetery.
Peter hollers in pain he panics when he sees his body starts to fade and burn, he quickly moves backwards and thankfully it fades away and he remine physically intact. Stiles who saw that stands stunned, what the hell caused that? What is happening.
Stiles turns to the flame and everything fades away as he sees your body float in the air, surrounded by the flame that started to pierce through your skin, seeing your nearly decayed body in the white gown brings tears in his eyes.
Through the gaps of the swirling flames, he sees your body gradually restore itself back normal and white dress get burned and you’re covered by the flames that gets sucked into your skin all of the sudden, it happens so fast.
Stiles lower his hands his eyes looking up the sky where you float adorned in dark red clothing with golden linings and pinnacle on your head, there is mystic glow around you that both terrifying and alluring, your hair floating enchantingly in aligned sway, there is tendrils of glowing lines across your face but what yet he couldn’t help but feel something wrong horribly wrong especially the look on your face, it’s not anything bizarre or psychotic its just empty….. empty, as in there is no sense of emotion inside you at all.
You slowly lower yourself, yet not fully on the surface peter comes to stand beside him a grin on his lips as his eyes rake your frame. That’s when they both see clearly the glowing veins all over skin along with glowing red and orange iris shining brightly with intensity.
“Well, you took your sweet time to come back?” peter says
You tilt you head and he is brought to his knees dragged to your feet making the stiles startle at the action.
“I remember you.” your words are cold and biting, peter struggle against the invisible force that restrict him “You were in my head” stiles watches as you lift your hand palm outstretched towards peter.
Peter whine as his cheeks starts to turns to ashes of matter soon, he starts to scream in pain that echoed through the night.
Stiles calls your name but you seem not hear his panicked voice as starts to glare at peter with glare that seem to intensify he starts to yell your name finally getting your attention yet you don’t seem to look at him rather through him which sent him a peril as he finds no recognition on your face.
Stiles whisper your name again walking closer in unsured steps his eyes locked on you, “You remember me? Stiles, stiles!”
Your blank face turns to confusion hand lowering but just then an metal piece pierce through your heart making you looking at down stiles eyes widen before he stumbling towards you hurriedly, but instead of blood the pulsing form bleed out your heart as the metal dissolves itself, the wavy flames retired into as well, but another one pierced through and you’re thrown afar by someone kick you with super strength.
Stiles is pulled back by Scott and derek stand Infront of him, checking him along side others derek pulls peter who recovering from your assault.
“You shouldn’t have done that” peter says looking at derek with laugh that masked his fear though the werewolf around picked up the scent.
Derek scoff “I just saved you” his eyes check stiles who still standing speechless despite scott calling him
Peter looks away from them you who still hover in the air with your back turned “No, you just signed our death.”
At peter’s admission they turn to the unknown person.
If stiles thought that the look you give peter was fearful it was even ten times worse scarier when you turn to them lurching forward red mist on both your hands you charge without hesitation several tendrils wipe out hitting everyone missing stiles though it knocks him down hard making his head bleed, the rest are tossed away, he distinctively hears muttering ‘not again’.
You lift your palm making them dispended in air, your lips twisted in to snarl eyes gleams with murderous intent the tendrils wrap around them restricting their air flow and slowly they start to pull apart from inside.
Stile’s curse standing up he yells you to stop calling out your name “No! No stop.” He calls out your full name which resonate deep within yourself stiles see the dimming of fire in your eyes “They are friends! Stop!”
Stiles pleads standing on the side you hesitate before looking into their mind, your lips turn into frown before slowly dropping them in to the ground, stiles watch you look around them with detached recognition.
He calls your name again making you turns to him you slowly descend to the ground “You remember me?”
You don’t answer lips pursed hands lay limb on each side; stiles walk closer to you. stiles watch the glowing vein pulse before fading into your skin in awe.
“I…. Can…. I…. just don’t kill me.” He says standing in front of you before wrapping his arm around you in crushing hug, pulling your frame closer with such reverence and aching, tucking his face in the crock of your neck he breathes in your scent hands tightening his grip.
His tears fall freely and broke down completely when he feels your hand hesitantly and unsurely hold on his jacket, your uncertainty makes his heart ache. He feels others behind them is waiting for explanation, their confusions, and questions but he feels like they can wait longer.
All can wait longer.
Stiles pulls back and lifting his head his hand still wrapped around you, he sees you look at him with innocent curiosity then his clothes and lets out breathless laugh when you swap this whole new look you had with one similar clothe like his and you just look like…...you.
He traces your cheeks somehow still flowing the now faded glowing veins, your eyes are no more held the mystic glow.
“It’s really you” he whispers smiling through his tears, he hears scott says your name making stiles steps aside but your hand held on to his jacket as scott step into your vision.
Stiles watches scott stand Infront his lips is frowned yet his eyes glints “is this real? Stiles?” scott ask though he doesn’t look stiles but his eyes on you and your eyes also pinned on his figure anticipating his next move, tense.
Stile’s hand covers your hand that holding on to his jacket taking it in his palm, squeezing it “It feels real.” He touches the gash on his temple wincing “yep it is”
Stiles smile at you when you turn to him dismissing the guilty look on your face “But I don’t think she remember us that well.”
Scott’s face fall at that.
“Told you so, I knew she would come back” peter walks closer with grin though his smile falter into defeated expression seeing your glare “even amnesic she seems to not so welcoming of me” stiles roll his eyes at peter from the peripheral he watches derek walk towards the two of you.
His face passive and cold fixed on your figure he turns to stiles “What happened?”
Stiles glance at you “I can’t really explain, but I think the flare or whatever the thing it is really resurrected her.”
“Are we really going to believe that?” stiles close his eyes exasperated at Erica’s question “She tried to kill us, did she become psychotic like peter after coming back from death?”
Stiles immediately interject sensing your anger at the question “Well shouldn’t have try to kill her first” he shrugs at Boyd before sighing heavily “it’s been event full enough, lets just go home.”
“Home?” for the first time stiles hear you verbally speak without ferociousness; stiles nod at you earnestly.
Stiles doesn’t wait, anyone to agree pulling you to walk along with him his hand grasped on yours with tight hold.
Scott follows alongside the others linger though stiles doesn’t mind that, though peter comment makes him falter.
“People aren’t going to welcome her you know, especially since they see her grave open and destroyed.”
Stiles feels you halt as well making him tighten his grip on you “We will figure it out later” quick to reassure.
“I can fix it” you state you lift your hand with the flick on your finger red mist casted on the air rushing through the air restoring everything it back to normal and untouched leaving no evidence of destruction behind stiles watches in awe and he touch his temple feeling a sudden warmth there, his gash in healed with no trace of scar to tell the story.
Stiles smile at you before starting walking with you.
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Lockwood Mansion
Jackson walks around the Lockwood mansion to catch his friend, he sees him walk towards the office with Jeremy gilbert, since when did they become friends, he follows them. when he hears the shuffling inside along with Tyler raised voice he rushes inside the room, his eyes widen seeing Tyler pushing Jeremy against the wall.
Jackson speeds towards them “Dude don’t kill him.” he holds back Tyler, the latter look at his friend with suspicion.
“You know too, how did you do that?” Tyler tries to break from Jackson hold, but he can’t even though he knows jackson is strong not this strong.
Jeremy looks at both of them “You are a werewolf too.” He says looking at Jackson.
“No, I am leprechaun. Get out of here.” Jackson snaps, he pulls Tyler away from Jeremy walking towards the window.
“Why are you here? And is it true.” Jackson sighs hearing hint of anger on Tyler’s voice, he had left the latter hanging ever since he was turned then full of cut the male out of his circle, though it was mend to protect his friend from harm, since he was learning more about his werewolf side with derek and scott. But he is not that soft to have a heart-on-heart conversation about it especially not when Jeremy lingers looking at them, jackson speed back to the gilbert boy.
“How did you know about all this?” jackson look down at Jeremy’s chest “And don’t bother to lie. I will know.”
Jeremy slightly startles at that, even having almost live with stefan and damon the superhuman enchantments of them leaves him unsettled. Behind them Tyler’s eyes widen with new found amazement at his friend’s ability.
“My uncle john left this old diary lying around. It was written by a crazy gilbert ancestor who wrote about this that runs in his family.” Jeremy confesses honestly.
Tyler walks closer to them now visibly less intended to kill Jeremy “A curse about what?”
“Werewolves. It’s crazy, right? but then, matt was attacked by a wolf under a full moon and your uncle had just gotten back to town. It was too weird. Is it true? Or was that you?” Jeremy glance towards Jackson with raised eyebrow Jackson scoff at the implication.
“Please. I’m not running around like that. Besides…” Jackson stop himself he had seen how you and stiles even derek seem to have dislike towards elena and the vampire who knows maybe Jeremy is here because of them. “That’s not me.” He states firmly meeting Jeremy’s apprehensive look head on.
“About my uncle? Yeah.” Tyler who still in disbelief state.
“But You…. you’re not?”
“No, he’s not.” jackson jumps in defensive of his friend, Tyler glance at his friend before nodding.
“Jackson is right, no. I mean not yet. Just saying that out loud, I sound insane.”
It just tip of the ice burg jackson thinks.
“I don’t think so but then again, I always did believe in the crazy stuff.” They both look at Jackson.
“According to my uncle, you have to trigger the curse, somebody has to die at my hands, like murder or an accident. I basically have to cause death and then boom: next full moon. I’m howling on all fours.”
Tyler glance at Jackson who now leaning on the table with a pensive look on his face, realizing that he came rushing because he thought he might kill Jeremy and trigger the curse, million questions swirling in his head but he had feeling Jackson won’t fully talk with Jeremy here.
“Is that why he came back? To tell you all this?”
He turns to Jeremy a scoff leaving his mouth “yeah, right. he had to tell me. I caught him. he is not here for me.” He takes a crystal stone from his pocket and holds it up. “He’s here for this.”
“A crystal?” Tyler rolls his eyes at jackson.
“It’s a moonstone. I looked it up online. It’s natural rock but there supposed to have all sorts of supernatural legends attached to them.” Tyler reveals.
“Why didn’t you give it to him.”
“Because he wants it and Tyler is dick, that way.” Jackson answers for Jeremey though Tyler doesn’t seem upset by his words only grinning at his words.
“That and also because I don’t trust the guy so I’m not just gonna hand it to him.”
Two girls Aimee and Sarah burst in.
“Found you!” Sarah exclaims loudly.
“Hey, you guys are missing all the drinking.”
Sarah eyes glance at the three males with mischievous look on her face “Oh I’m sorry. Were you guys having a moment? And you jackson we thought your party days are long behind.”
“Nope, just taking a reset.” Jackson says walking towards the door “I need a drink.” He takes his phone out his phone he sends a text to stiles asking about the moonstone. He shivers slightly when he realizes he’s being mature and responsible. He pours himself a drink taking it few sips only to hear sound of bang dropping the drink he goes towards the stairs.
Sarah is laying on the floor laughing, Jackson’s face twisted into confusion “You pushed me down the stairs.” She says pointing at Tyler.
“Look he didn’t mean it okey? You got her?” Jeremy says, Sarah gets up and leave with Aimee.
Jackson lay his hand on Tyler’s shoulder “You’re coming with me.” Tyler snaps out his daze, nodding numbly he follows Jackson.
Jackson and Tyler are in Jackson’s Porche “Did you mean to hurt her?” jackson hurts.
“No, but hoped she was dead so I could become like you and mason.” Tyler voice was eerily calm and true.
“At a cost of another person’s life?” Jackson exhales his knuckles are white as his grip on the wheel tighten before he relaxes. “Being werewolf isn’t that easy, and that without your fucked up curse.”
Tyler turns to him “What you do mean?”
“I didn’t kill anyone to turns; I was turned by an alpha. but it was hell something was wrong with my turns, I did things that I still regret something beyond my control, I even died before my werewolf side saved me.” Jackson’s voice was heavy with guilt and shame as his eyes refusing to meet his friend.
“It was addicting to have superstrength and speed, but I have hurt my friends along the way and innocent people.” he turns to Tyler “your wish can become a nightmare before you can blink, trust me I know.”
“Who turned you then?”
“I can’t tell you, oh my god. I wasn’t supposed to talk to you even.” Jackson groan already picturing derek’s wrath at least with you now here he won’t throw much fist. But hey he found about a supposed magic stone.
The Mall
The rest of your day was spent with Lydia and Allison to shop with their dress of the masquerade ball at the Lockwood Mansion, it was nice to catch up with the girls, though peter is always lurking with meant derek is also there and stiles was constant beside you, blushing whenever lydia try on any dress looking very much like love sick fool, which was adorable and embarrassing for you.
“Tell me why aren’t you coming.” Allison question again, though the answer the same each time.
“Doesn’t feel like it.”
Lydia put a dark red dress on you not giving a single care at the tired look you gave here “This would be good on you. besides the mask can hide you.”
“I don’t need a mask to hide me.”
She gives blinding smile at that “Then it solved, and I will have hot date.” Stiles give you a betrayed look.
You raise your brow at that before sighing, taking a golden dress for lydia “You can take stiles, if you want a date.”
“I also said hot.” She mutters look at the both you. stiles deflate shrugging off your sympathy pat on his back. he mutters that he would be outside the store.
“Don’t be so cruel, Lydia.”
She huffs stomping her heel “I’m just messing around, I was going to ask him you know.” she confesses turning away from you before you can catch her smile.
Allison smile is strained slightly she says your name “Issac is taking me, are you okey with that?”
You nod “Yeah, why won’t I be. It was just a kiss.” Allsion pauses before nodding with a small smile on her face.
Lydia turns to you in disbelief “I don’t know what is your taste.”
“Traumatized puppy eyes” The three of stand still before shrugging going back to racks of clothes eyes scanning the materials with meticulous inspection fabric, design and more important space to run if needed.
A dress catches your eyes, taking it off the rack and examine it before set it back. you part your way with them with their final plea for you to come to the ball, stiles stand leaning on his jeep on the side of the mall, with derek and peter beside him they look like they were having a deep conversation.
He stands straight “You didn’t buy anything?” you nod glancing at the Hales. Stiles sighs “They think it’s idea for you help elena her two bats since you hate them more than peter.”
“Its help you with control over your impulse and emotion.” Derek adds the whole idea is experimental and theoretical similar to putting a bunny in harsh living environment to see if it adapts to the change and live, expect this bunny has astronomical level of destructive power literarily flowing through your veins.
You whine throwing your head back “I don’t want to.”
“Too bad, you gonna do it.” peter chimes in “Especially since your sister is already involved in it all.” The last sentence make you close your eyes standing straight, stiles give you soft look while derek eyes scan you ever so carefully.
“I hate you.” you say look at peter who is all smiley and happy, getting inside stiles jeep.
“Love you too, pumpkin.” You hear peter retorts along with stiles fake gagging and derek telling peter to shut up.
Grams House
The sun had set when the two made short stop at the library before going to stiles house to pick some more stuff and then the final stop, your home. Getting out of the jeep you and stiles round the jeep, you two look at the piles of books and bundle of energy drink.
Stiles grin beside you “You ready for a long fun night?” you crack your knuckles taking off the jacket you gave same grin back at him.
“Let’s do it.”
you raid your grams room finding more books there and take it to the study room where stiles and you had set up the rest of the book.
Stiles had one side of the wall empty and a white broad cleaned he turns to you “alright, we are looking for What the hell is this moonstone, what exactly is Katherine is.”
You nod sitting on the chair starting from grams books, stiles open the first two can of drink and hands you the two of clink it taking the first sip at the same time before diving to the piles of the books.
Hours pass without a sound, can’s starts to piles up before getting replaced by coffee, stiles had few Ardella to speed up the thing. the moon was in its peak when the two you took a break.
Stiles is laying down a yawn escape his mouth soon you follow that, he nudges you with his feet “You go first.”
You whine before sitting up with slumped shoulder, the two of you had ditched your normal clothes stiles is rocking your fluffy rob while you opt to wear your Cami and shots, standing up you take one sip of your coffee frowning at the coldness before exhaling loudly, taking the black marker from the table.
“Alright the moonstone first, it was originally thought to be used some time in !5th century like that’s when the legends started from. An Aztec shaman had put the curse of sun and moon, meaning making vampires vulnerable to sun and wolf to moon. The stone with the certain ritual can make the curse go away.”
“Fraud.” Stiles muses sitting up now, you nod before stating why so.
“It does sound off, Vampires being vulnerable to sun and werewolf to moon is supposed to be nature’s way of balancing the supernatural, curses are intentional and can someone can really put a curse like that, Wait is that why Mason wants that stone so he can escape his curse.”
“Yeah, and the legend appearing mid-century is suspicious enough, because we have king Lyacon which dates back 440 BC. And from there is mention of werewolf worshipping Moon learning from transformation, controlling it.” stiles add.
“Like the Hale pack.”
“But it is tied to wolf.” You assert.
Stiles hum in agreement “Of course, MOON- stone. But maybe tied a specific one.”
“There is no coincidence.” You write moonstone on the broad and wolf under it and, “if the sun and moon curse is fake and just a cover up then there is another specific reason the stone is valuable maybe?”
“Some other curse or power this stone can give.” stiles ponder watching you write curse/ power under the wolf.
“Katherine and Mason are back here is no coincidence either.” You turns to him “she turned stefan and Damon, if she wanted to rekindle her pupils she should have come long ago, but she’s here now.”
You toss the marker to stiles “Your turn.” He caught it and stands up the rob only reach his knees, the pink rob he wear comfortably is tied covering his naked upper half, grams bonnet in sits his head, the bones cracks as he walks towards the broad.
You sit on the chair, swirling your finger you make a cold shake and sip it with a pleased hum, stiles yawn writing the word doppelganger in the broad beside where you wrote moonstone.
“The freakish fact that both Elena and Katherine look like printed copy is because they are doppelganger.”
“My first thought was she was a shapeshifter?”
“I thought to, as we now know, she was human and turned vampire by someone.” He walks towards you and takes your drink sipping it before walking back with your drink, you lip curl in annoyance before making another.
“So, they are human beings exists because of Silas and Amara.” Stiles nods taking the Bennett history book.
“The first immortals shadow selves, since they can’t die, nature said let’s copy and paste then delete.”
Stiles face light up “Yes, elena and Katherine are doppelganger, they are not fully human but supernatural catalysts sort of beings, I searched your grams stash, the Argents, Alans and books we borrowed from the library.”
“The one we stolen a while back.” you correct him.
And he corrects you “Borrowed.”
You hum biting the straw “So elena and Katherine might be Amara’s shadow self.”
“That the possible fact, I just hope there is not another Damon walking around.” Stiles and your face are pained at that possibility.
Stiles write down the name of Amara and Silas then write shadow self in bracket “Shits gets real because, Doppelganger blood is naturally used for all sort a binding ritual, spells, and we all know blood rituals in general doesn’t ends well. And the fact that all Bennet witches get screwed over because this cycle.” He wrote down the word blood before writing catalyst in bracket.
Stiles glance at you with heavy eyes both from exhaustion of the research and the finds “Qestiyah with Amara, and Emily who was murder was with Katherine decades ago, and……. now bonnie with Katherine. Grams wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t you, and who know how many lives will suffer because this vicious cycle.”
The drink disappears from your hand as you slam against the chair, arm crossed over your chest your eyes zero on the broad “Should I just kill them all?”
Stiles shuffle in his feet hearing the seriousness in your voice, he exhales walking towards you, standing in front of you he put the drink in his hand on the table “How about we take nap” he pulls you up throwing his hand over your shoulder, he checks his watch navigating out of the door to your room. “Yep, officially next new day. Let’s get some sleep.”
Stiles nods “It is true Lockwood are cursed might be because they pissed of wrong people. but this curse doesn’t make sense.”
“And this doesn’t really affect us”
Stiles shrugs “Not really I think, unless they make this our problem.” You and stiles look at each other “Its gonna be our problem isn’t it.” he murmurs after a bit. You fall back on the bed with a sigh while stiles follow after you, the two of you close your eyes falling asleep quick.
Lockwood Mansion
Scott is the Lockwood MansAion with Bonnie, for two purpose one to find out if Mason is crazy like the day he was last night and so far he doesn’t seem like sadistic bloodthirsty individual like some people, and two to ask Bonnie to be his date for the Masquerade, and mission two is still pending and Elena had pulled Bonnie away to talk and people keep dumbing work on him, jackson is also here though he is with Tyler, while carrying a box he catch mason walks away and accidentally runs into Bonnie.
“Excuse me.”
Bonnie continues to watch Mason as he looks away. A strange look spreads across her face, which Stefan notices. Stefan walks over to her.
“What’s the matter? Are you okay?”
“When I touched him, I saw something.”
“What do you mean? Like a vision?”
“I saw Elena.”
“You saw Elena?”
“He was kissing her.”
“No, Bonnie, Elena wouldn't kiss...” Stefan considers this for a minute, and his face changes from confused to understanding. “You didn't see Elena, you saw...Katherine.”
Scott walks over them “You alright?” she nods stefan glance at scott before walking away to find damon to fill him in on the discovery.
Scott watches him walk away before glancing at bonnie “How about we take a break?” bonnie agrees the walk towards a secluded area, scott hands her bottle of water clearing he let her relax for few minutes.
“So, Masquerade, right?” he weakly starts making bonnie glance at him confused look at the oblivious statement making him flatter slightly.
He falls silent looking away in the back of his head he can see stiles disappointed look. He breathes in and breathe out, he had seen Jeremy gilbert giving same look he supposes to give Bonnie, and that makes him even more anxious what if he already had asked her.
He gathers up his courage turning to ask her again when stefan and damon walks up to them, he sighs loudly closing his eye for moment.
Bonnie mirrors the same sentiment though she doesn’t out worldly show it. “What do you want?”
“A favour.”
“Like that's gonna happen.”
“So predictable.” He looks at Stefan. “That's why I brought him.”
“I know how you feel about helping us out, but since you're the one that linked Mason with Katherine, we finally have an opportunity to get an upper hand on both of them so, just hear us out.” Stefan said looking at both bonnie and Scott with pleading eyes.
“Pretty please.” Damon adds with his usual cocky look on his face.
“I’m listening.” Bonnie muses.
Stefan's phone starts to ring. “I have to fill Elena in on what's going on.”
He looks at Damon. “Can you play nice, please?”
“I guess.”
He walks aside and answers his phone. “Hey, what are you doing? You shouldn't be calling me.”
“I know, but I have no idea what's happening. Damon's got Jeremy into something and you've got Bonnie with you and I'm sorting stupid masquerade masks for Mrs Lockwood.”
“Alright, it's okay. Hold on.”
He walks away. Damon is talking to Bonnie.
“All you have to do is touch Mason Lockwood again to see if he gave Katherine the moonstone.”
“My visions don't work like that. I don't get to ask questions.”
“How inconvenient. Although, let's talk about that little witchy juju thing you do with me. You know, the fun one where my brain bursts into flames? What is that?”
“That's me giving you an aneurysm. Your blood vessels go pop, but you heal quickly; so, I do it over and over again.”
“Is it vampire specific?”
“It'd work on anyone with a supernatural healing ability.”
“Good. Good, good.”
Scott frown at them “Why do you hurt him, he hasn’t done anything wrong to you?”
Damon rolls his eyes “Why are you shouldn’t be your own witch.” Scott’s frown even deeper at that, you had let them all know elena and the Salvatore brothers saw that you’re alive, and you still seem to dislike them and the way they talk about you and bonnie does make it reasonable hell even their way of dealing things seems very questionable to scott.
Bonnie glance at them nodding at Scott’s words “He’s right. Damon, I'm not gonna help you hurt him.”
“Mason Lockwood's a werewolf, Katherine's evil. They're the bad guys. Really? You're gonna play morality police with me right now? Let me put it to you another way: they're a threat to Elena. So, you, witch, are gonna get over yourself and help us.”
Stefan walks back over to them. “Yeah, he meant that as a question with a "please" on the end.
“Absolutely.” Damon adds.
Scott sees the familiar look on her face and he prepare himself for what about to happen.
Mason walks down the front steps and towards his jeep. “Hey, can you move your van? I'm blocked in.”
He sees Bonnie trying to remove a table from the back of the truck and runs over to help her. “Hey, how did you get stuck doing that by yourself?”
“All the guys bailed. Something about draft picks. I don't know, I don't speak that language.”
“Here, let me give you a hand.”
He grabs the table and starts to pull it out. Bonnie looks around and then at Mason. She uses her aneurysm spell on him. He grabs his head and yells in pain and falls down onto his knees.
“I'm sorry.” Bonnie whisper, scott sees the guilty look on her face when she looks at him,
Damon walks past Bonnie and knees Mason in the face. Mason falls to the ground, unconscious. Damon opens the passenger door and signals for Bonnie to get in. Stefan takes Mason's keys out of his pockets and throws them to Damon. Bonnie gets in Mason's jeep. Damon and Stefan put Mason in the trunk of the jeep.
Damon gets in and turn to scott who stand by the side the jeep with apprehensive tick on his face making him roll his eyes at him.
“You follow me, I have something to ask you.” he doesn’t wait for scott’s answer and drives off with Bonnie in the passenger seat. Scott is at the steps of Salvatore house before the car reaches making them slightly surprised, Damon is carrying Mason over his shoulder. Bonnie drops his bag in a chair. Damon places Mason into a chair.
Damon walks over to Mason's bag, scott stands on the side, uneasy as damon go through the bag.
“He's not gonna be out much longer.” Bonnie reminds
Damon takes chains from Mason's bag. “Whoa. Looks like this guy's used to being tied up.” He glances at Scott “do you have to chain yourself too?”
Scott looks almost offended at that “No, I have control over my wolf and Lockwood are cursed.”
“He’s older than you, how did you able to learn so fast?” damon prods.
Scott says your name “I had her, stiles and derek help me.”
“What exactly is your sister bonnie?” damon ask cautiously “in my hundred years of life, I never seen a witch like her.”
Scott face hardens speaking up before bonnie can “Why do you wanna know? so you can take advantage of her just like you use bonnie.” The seller fall silent at the firmness of his tone. Bonnie shifts uncomfortably.
“Its just helping out those in need, kid.” Damon says with a smug smile. Bonnie takes Mason's head in her hands “What are you doing?”
“You're looking for a moonstone. I'm trying to help you find it.” she exhales “The sooner I do that, I can leave.”
“Oh, good, yeah. Find out if he gave it to Katherine, and find out where she is. And find out what they're gonna do with it once they get it.”
Damon is tying Mason down into the chair. Bonnie closes her eyes and concentrates while she touches Mason's head.
“Somewhere small. dark. There's water.”
“Like a sewer?”
“No. Like a well? That can't be right. Yeah. It's a well.”
“Why would it be in a well?”
Bonnie lowers her hands and opens her eyes. “I told you, I only get what I get.”
Mason grunts and grabs Bonnie by the wrist. She gasps. Damon pulls Mason's hand off of her and Scott pull Bonnie away checking her wrist.
“You alright?” she nods slowly pulling her wrist, she starts to walk away.
“That's it. That's all I got.”
“Hey, judgey!” Bonnie turns around and looks at him.
“Thank you.”
She walks out of the room, leaving Scott with Mason. “Come on. Wake up, wolf boy.”
He punches him in the face. Scott cringe at that “Do you have to hurt him?”
“No one asking you stay and watch.”
Scott huff looking at Mason who is chained down to the chair. Damon is heating up an iron poker in the fireplace. Mason struggles to get out of the chair. Damon looks at him.
“Someone's feisty.”
Damon gets up. Mason continues to struggle and thrusts the chair backwards, falling onto the floor. Damon walks over to him, Scott stands in front of him, he furrows his brow at him.
“What?!” Mason says seeing himself chained in unknown setting.
“I can talk to him; can we please talk first.” Damon speed past him and sticks the iron poker into Mason's chest. Mason screams.
“You can hurt -- good to know. I was afraid you were gonna be some beast mass with no affinity for pain.” Damon pulls Mason's collar down and looks at his wound. “Oh, but you heal quickly. Not good. Guess I'll just have to keep applying pain.”
He turns to Scott “Now you we can try talking.” Damon grabs Mason and pulls him back up with the chair. He walks back over to the fireplace and heats up the poker again.
“So... Katherine. How do you know her? What is she up to?” Mason spits on the floor but says nothing.
Scott walks towards mason “I’m not with him; I can help you. Just tell us what is going on?” Mason glance up at scott, who’s eyes pleading him to believe him.
“I have all day.” Damon says walking over; he thrusts the white-hot iron poker into Mason's stomach. Mason grits his teeth and screams.
Scott closes his eyes walking out the room he moves far away from the house and take out his phone to call derek.
The phone rings two times before he picks up “What is it, scott?”
Scott hum looking at the Salvatore Board house “I have question.” He hears derek shuffling around on the other side “I don’t know if I should involve myself in this.”
“Just tell me what is going on, you hurt?”
“No, Damon has Mason Lockwood, he is literally torching him hot iron because Mason is with Katherine, I don’t know what to do.”
“Scott, this isn’t our problem let them deal with it.” Scott hear derek sigh “please tell you didn’t bring her and stiles into this as well. Something bigger is going on with them that they don’t even understand, we should just stay away.”
“Big how big and no they don’t know, and stiles said she and her will tell you something later.”
“I don’t know, I don’t want to know. and what are they up to now, I didn’t get any text from her” scott can hear his frown but choice not comment on that.
“I had them deliver some texts from Alan yesterday evening and both were still asleep when o checked this morning.” He hears mason screams now louder and painful.
“Scott.?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t do anything. Go to your friends. I will be there.”
Scott hums looking at the house in dread, he speeds inside the house and hear ruffling of and see Damon superspeed over to Jeremy and grabs him by the throat.
“You wanted to be a part of this? Well, here it is! Kill or be killed! The guy is a werewolf; he'd kill me the first chance he got! So, you suck it up or leave.”
Damon lets go of Jeremy. Jeremy coughs hearing footsteps they turn to see scott “You’re still here.” Damon raises a brow at scott before waving his hand to Jeremy “Get him out of here.”
“He wants me to kill him, anyway. Don't you, Mason? It really is a curse, isn't it?” Damon says looking at mason.
Jeremy gets up and leaves, brushing past scott who look at him smelling Wolfbane he frowns he is pull backed by Damon’s monologue “You know, I look at you I see myself. A less dashing, less intelligent version.”
“I love her!”
“Oh, I know! I've been where you are. But Katherine will only rip your heart out. Let me do it for her.”
Damon goes to thrust his hand towards Mason’s chest but get slammed by Scott “You can’t kill him.”
Damon rolls his eyes “Children.” He rolls his eyes headbutting scott, he throw scott to the wall, he falls on the table with wolfbane making him grunt in pain, damon walk towards mason with enraged look on his face, scott sits up he break off the leg of the table and stab damon with it, the latter scream at the wood sticking on his back kicking him to the wall, scott break the chains and free mason, throwing the man over his shoulder he speed out the house out towards the wood.
In the wood he places mason down, who now healing slowly because of the wolfbane, he crouches down to his level “You alright?” he feels his own pain fading away.
Mason groan in pain nodding nonetheless “We need to go somewhere, safe. They will come for me.”
“Right.” Scott thinks.
Grams House
Scott is sweating buckets when he strides across your backyard with Mason behind him, the latter look around the surrounding in curiosity, Scott open the backdoor and let himself in mason follow close.
Inside the house they can hear two heartbeats, steady and even Mason cast questioning glance at Scott, though choice to trust fellow werewolf, just then front door opens and derek step inside catching them by the stairs, Derek eyes narrow at them finding Scott’s sheepish look.
Derek sigh before shaking his head, scott walks up the stairs and knock on the door as the rest stand behind him, derek frown at the nasty healing wounds on Mason, Scott calls out your and stiles name, they hear protesting whines and curses.
Stiles opens the door with the black bonnet hanging crocked in his head, hair sticking out wildly adorning baby pink rob hang lose off shoulder, he yawns saying scott’s name still groggily his vision register the two other individuals beside his friend, making him clutch the rob as if he’s protecting his dignity, before slamming the door shut loudly.
Derek only heaves a sigh disregarding the male in pink rob to glance inside the room, you’re still asleep comfortably, hair undone and clothes crumbled showing the sliver of your body as the blanket pushed away on the corner.
The door opens again stiles pull scott inside before closing again, there is murmuring inside the door, Mason glance at derek confused the hushed conversation is stopped when a third voice calls their name, mason caught derek perk up at the voice.
The door opens, but this time its opened by you, exhausted dark circled eyes and sluggish frame, you scan two with indifferent glance, stiles now dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants step out with scott.
Walking down stairs to the kitchen the rest follow you; you sit down in one chair stiles take the one next your scott on the other side, derek and mason sits across from you.
“The sun and moon curse is not real.” Stile’s state getting straight to the matter, tried and wanting this over.
Derek nods as well “You can control your transformation.”
Mason frowns “It’s been one year, I can’t.”
“Because you don’t know the basic.” Stiles says “Moon only intensify and challenge your other side, but if you learn to control yourself, it is possible.”
Mason scoff making you lean closer speak up “your family is cursed, unlike derek who was born wolf into a werewolf family and scott who was changed by alpha, your case is different.”
“The sun and moon curse.”
Stiles and your groan “No.” the two of you say making mason look at the two of your weirdly,
“Werewolf has been around from the BC and the moonstone which apparently can break this sun and moon curse is created on the 15th century, your ancestor likely pissed off wrong people and they placed this curse.”
“The moonstone is legit, it has been used for serval rituals” stiles continue after you “but moon is not the enemy of werewolf, full moon is where they are just the human nature is dormant but that doesn’t mean you have to go full on massacre, you just have to accept who you are and try learning to control urges.”
“And there is high chance that you’re being used by Katherine.” You cover your mouth as yawn escape laying your head on the table.
“No, she loves me.”
You groan at that “Listen mason, something else is going on, you, the Salvatore and elena are all pawn in bigger game that we don’t know. My best advice would be runaway and don’t get killed again. Trust me you don’t want to go purgatory.”
The group looks slightly disturbed at the emphasize you made at the end “and if she was really in love with you, I don’t think she would want derek to do the nasty with her.”
Stiles find new found energy at your comment crowding towards you “You looked in her head.”
You scoff playfully at stiles tugging at your hand, derek mouth is slightly open in disbelief, scott give Mason a painful smile. “Dude, her thoughts were so loud.”
Stiles and your crackle on the side while the other three sits uncomfortable, you leave saying you have to freshen up and eat something, stiles take the spare bathroom for shower while scott migrates to the kitchen starts to go through the fridge and pantry.
Derek and Mason sit on the table the latter turns to derek “Can I trust them, they seem…”
“Annoying, handful, arrogant. Yeah.” Derek fills the sentence with dryly though his voice softens at “But those three are kind, selfless at times and stupid really, almost killed themselves to safe people like us……. me.” Derek exhale crossing his arm on the table “Not all werewolf is affected by moon like that we learned to control ourself.” Derek sees the reluctance in mason eyes to believe, he contemplates asking if you could give his last night’s memories but that would expose how powerful you are to mason, another person would learn the power you harness which can and will endanger you something derek does not want ever.
You come down, walking to the kitchen moving aloof and clam as if the two-werewolf discussing about their nature is mundane occurrence in your household. Scott has some fruits cut and eating a large bowl of cereal, the specific one your hide from stiles.
“DUDEEEE, I was saving that.” You stomp your feet “I hid it well from stiles.” You take a piece fruit as scott give you wide grin flashing his werewolf golden eyes at you.” Stupid werewolf.” Scott offers you a scoup you accept with narrowed eyes.
“I knew you lied” stiles come from behind you shaking his head “I forgot to pick up my ass.” He imitates your voice poorly making you kick him in the butt he swats your leg finding not a spoon but ladle you and scott protest at that throwing both yourself over the bowl.
Mason glance at derek as the three of you fight in the kitchen, the latter is gazing at the table. The doorbell rings and derek walks over to open it, the indifferent look for peter presence is derek’s default setting but the frown was formed because of the three people accompanying his not so dear uncle, the Salvatore brothers and elena along with Caroline and bonnie.
“Good morning nephew, is my pupil awake?” Peter chippy voice already giving him headache, derek steps aside to let bonnie in though peter takes up on invitation for himself, bonnie follow in after and elena.
Bonnie invites the rest in mason stands up seeing them, damon glare at him he speeds towards the man only to get thrown to the wall as red blast hits him.
Peter playfully winces at that waving at you when you step inside the dining room with stiles and scott.
“Does your sister her little friends’ know that she’s protecting the bad guy, bonnie.” Damon taunts standing up shaking off.
“Last time I checked it was you committing murder and arson.” You snap back, your eyes find bonnie “Did you know he was going to Mason, before you helped him?”
Bonnie looks stunned “What?”
“it’s true, he was going to rip Mason’s heart out.” Scott speak up “I couldn’t let that happen.” Bonnie looks crushed at that, realizing that unknowingly she was being used to kill another person.”
Stiles and derek glance at you see how your posture and eyes narrowing deadly at the elder Salvatore brother, you seem to lost in trance eyes void of the warmth and softness that you had earlier, a look that was familiar but not a good reminder. Peter seems to catch on that to as derek feel peter stiffen slightly.
You can see the victims of damon and their cries echoes in your head, their pain, fear, hopelessness and pure terrified realization of their inevitable death is screaming at you, calling out for you to silence their suffering, to end their torment, to…. end their tormenter.
Stiles clap his hand making you blink as he nervously stands in the middle “I have a feeling no one wants to die and we all like to keep our insides inside right.” He turns to you see you blink few times he motions scott to watch you.
Scott lay his hand on your shoulder as derek walks over the two of you.
“Mason here also don’t want that” stiles continue turning back to them “he was being lied and used by Katherine, just like you guys. We can help each other; no one have to get hurt.” He points upstairs “I have something to show you guys, come on.”
Stiles glance at you and scott, derek and peter remain with you while the rest follow stiles, he brings them to the study room, book and paper scattered everywhere, laptops buzzing and tons of cans and coffee cup here and there.
“Alright, I’m gonna tell you one time then question later” Stile inhales deeply moving towards the broad with writing, he glance at group with faux enthusiasm before starting, he starts from the moonstone, the origin, use, myths related, then to doppelganger, which made everyone fill with question though stiles shut it down until he was completed speaking fully.
Downstairs
“You alright?” scott ask you making you frown.
“Yeah, why do you ask?”
Peter leans over to look at your eyes “because you seemed so far in your head.” He taps on your temple.
You swat his hand away “I’m fine.” Looking upstairs “Stiles is with them.”
“He’s doing fine.” Scott comforts saying your name “You sure you are alright?” you nod disappearing into smoke of red leaving them stunned.
“I didn’t know she can do that.” Peter muses.
“Yeah, neither did we.” Derek says rushing up the stairs to see you stand by the door and walking inside, he follows you close hearing scott and peter behind him.
Stiles gives you comforting glance as you stand by the door he turns to the crowd “Any questions?”
“What is again a doppelganger?” bonnie ask first glancing at elena “Is she not a human?”
Stiles hums thinking “Well, not human like I am, but she is human it’s just her existence is serve larger purpose for rituals, doppelganger blood carry more magic components than humans.”
“That’s why she hasn’t killed elena yet?” stefan ponder stiles nod at that, Bonnie take look around the manuscript that laying around flipping through the pages.
“So, I am not just descended of Katherine Pierce, but also the first Immortal woman?” elena sounds sceptical but the events that’s happened so far in her life is anything but ordinary.
“That’s is correct.”
“it’s like rare gene in family line that appears every thousand years apart sort of deal.” Stiles explain further crouching down to gather the books one by one to clean up the room.
“That’s all you know?” damon asks looking between you and stiles with look that screamed he doesn’t fully trust the two you.
“Yep” stiles say curt and popping the ‘p’, he set the books down on the table they stand around “if you want to know more you should go to Katherine, since she has been playing you all.” He slams his hand on the stack of the book lightly.
He turns to them “if you need any further help” he walks over to you throwing his hand over your shoulder “Please hesitate to reach us.”
Peter slap on stiles arm “Don’t be rude kid, if anything interesting comes up. Please call me.” He gestures all of you. “We all will help you.”
You and stiles lean away to give side at the male who is overly excited about the proposition he just made stiles lean down to your ear “Overly excited middle age man is creepy as hell.” Scott nod at that like a muscle memory.
Damon, scoff they had gone to Hale house thinking scott might have taken Mason there but when peter opened the door saying there is no one here the man himself told them scott would have run to your house with injured Mason and he was keen on helping them even after learning that damon has been torturing a werewolf.
“Last time I checked, your stary pup took my kill.” The murderous glint in Damon’s eyes darken his cold iris.
“Damon” stefan voice rung tiredly and pleadingly for his brother to calm down. Derek glance at the pinched cease of your brow, then to Mason, who had been standing behind the group for his own safety by the window.
“He doesn’t know what this Katherine wants, he’s stupid and innocent.” Derek speak up from the doorway standing adjacent from you and stiles with scott beside him. “And now he’s with us, I suggest you don’t try anything.” His words were firm and final.
There was tense silence that followed, mainly because derek has been an enigma for them, unlike peter who they know that he is now retried homicidal maniac. damon sees glimpse of himself in peter. the latter didn’t hide who he was he was prideful and arrogant of his actions just like Damon. recklessness and darkness wrapped under quick humour though peter himself knows that he’s superior to Damon, Scott on the other hand shows irritating moral scale the bends but never broke fully, as it is clear in his conviction that he still believes everyone is worth saving and deserve a chance. Stiles is no mean any threat to them at all, purely on the basis of physical and supernatural measure but he is clearly useful, sarcastic quip and sharp mind and his knows when to back down and when to fight back. And you…. you were too similar like your sister yet much far worse…more stubborn and blatantly and more vicious without holding back your obvious dislike to him and damon can see that your dislike isn’t just towards him but towards your sisters’ friends also.
Derek, had always been an enigma from the start, he wasn’t loud on his threat like damon, nor was he cunning as peter, but that’s doesn’t mean he wasn’t a someone meant to be dismissed even as natural predator to vampire, derek didn’t sought out them even after they crossed the line derek’ resistant isn’t just his patience but a deliberative choice as if he’s waiting for right time, he is not arrogant but his indifference to almost to everyone yet it made no sense as he is alpha of very peculiar pack. It doesn’t seem like a mask either, it who he is, blunt and dismissive unapologetically himself.
New faces brings new danger for you and your friends. Peter sets his plans in motion while you spiral as series of unexpected events happens. Derek and scott witness a new raw side of your power making him rethink everything.
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Derek sigh loudly turning to scott who stands behind him cradling your unconscious figure in his arms, his mind in frenzy and from the look on Scott’s face alone tells him he’s not the only one.
“Stiles would be here soon.” Scott says as he started walking, derek trails behind him with a nod. The two walk in silence just as they reach the hale house stiles jeep headlight shines bright at them. derek grunt in annoyance.
Stiles jumped out the driver’s seat shutting his door throwing his hands up in air “Care to tell what the hell is going on?” his eyes fall on your frame in his friend’s arms. “What the hell! What happened to her?”
He hurried towards his friends “Is she alright?” stiles check for any injuries on you, sighing relief when he finds none.
“She’s going out of control.” Derek answers Scott remained in distress and he’s sure Scott doesn’t fully understand the gravity of the problem.
Stiles lick his lips with furrowed brow at Derek’s choice of words “What do you mean?” he glances at scott then down at you watching his friend arms as he walks towards the jeep carefully laying you down.
Derek and stiles wait for scott to come back once he does derek stands straight his arm crossed over his chest. Scott recounts what happened to stiles, once scott is done stiles turns to derek, blowing out his cheeks.
“And how is this a problem?” Stiles asks and Scott to think for moment does there is really a problem. Derek on other hand remained rigid.
“Maybe its fact that she pushing herself to do all this, and the fact that she messing with minds to this extend. Need me to remind you that she only came into realization of her powers for like months.” He grumbled chest puffed.
“Yeah, but for a good cause, she saved him didn’t she. and it’s not like she did it with ill intend and to me it seems she didn’t even know that the two of you were even there. I don’t understand why you blaming her for.” The last sentence mainly meant for scott as he glances at scott with a disappointed look making scott look down in shame.
Derek shift in his foot scowling “stiles you don’t understand if she continues being reckless it won’t end well.”
Stiles consider his words nodding “And I agree with that part only, also are we forgetting the part where she’s pushing herself after peter started to cosplay Freddy Krueger. We don’t know what the hell he whispering in her ears. We don’t even know how to help her, the last thing she needs the two of you too see her like she some nuclear bomb waiting for blowing up. So, I need you both of stop. keep your bullshit it yourself.” Stile’s voice gets higher and higher letting out his frustration, he has been searching possession and all sort of thing any solution to help you from peter’s hold but he found nothing.
“Stiles no one said she’s threat, you’re overthinking.” Scott tries to calm the storm thankfully derek doesn’t say anything just let stiles talk.
Stiles scoffs “oh yeah, then what about ‘she’s out of control’.” Stiles air quoted, his eyes squinting at derek. “You know I think you are scared because she’s more powerful than any supernatural being out there.”
Derek raise hir brow at him stiles shrugs “just saying.” He walks towards his jeep yawing scott glance at before staring follow stiles “Oh no you don’t.” stiles say “I need you revalue your thoughts with your canine there.”
Scott frown at stiles “Really.”
“Yes.” He gets in the driver seat carful not disturb you, he shut the door softly before starting the engine and drives away.
Scott sighs.
Scott sat on the steps of the Hale house, watching the taillights of Stiles’ jeep disappear into the night. Derek stood beside him, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
"Is he in love with her or something?" Derek asked suddenly.
Scott blinked, caught off guard. "What? No."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Really? Because his actions and words say otherwise."
Scott let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "It’s not like that. It’s more than that."
Derek frowned. "Then what is it?"
Scott exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "You don’t understand, Derek. You weren’t there."
Derek remained silent, waiting.
Scott sighed. "Stiles has been fighting for her since the beginning."
And so, Scott began to tell him.
"We first met her when we were kids," Scott started. "It was at the playground. No adults, just kids running around, doing whatever. Stiles and I were climbing the jungle gym when we saw her."
Scott could still picture it clearly.
"She was sitting in the sand," he continued. "Not playing, not building anything—just running her fingers through it, staring at nothing."
Derek frowned. "Alone?”
"No," Scott shook his head. "She came with her sister and her friends. But she never played with them. Just sat there."
"Did you talk to her?"
"At first, no," Scott admitted. "She looked… mad. Or sad. We couldn’t tell. Stiles called her grumpy. I thought she was just shy."
Derek huffed. "So, what did Stiles do?"
Scott grinned slightly. "What do you think? He marched right up to her and asked her to play with us."
Derek hummed, unsurprised. "And?"
"She shook her head."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Just like that?"
"Yep," Scott nodded. "But Stiles wasn’t gonna give up. So, he just sat down next to her. Didn’t leave, didn’t force her—just stayed. And after that, every time we went to the playground, she’d be there. Watching us play. Never joining in, never talking. But she’d sit closer each time."
Derek listened; his expression unreadable.
Scott continued, "It went on like that for weeks. Stiles would talk her ear off, and she’d just listen. She never said a word, but she started sitting with us and I had to give ten bucks, turns out she was just shy."
"Then one day," Scott said, his expression darkening, "we noticed a guy."
Derek’s posture stiffened slightly. "What kind of guy?"
"Creepy," Scott said bluntly. "He was just standing there, near the fence, watching."
"Watching her?"
Scott nodded. "At first, we thought maybe he was waiting for someone. But he never called out, never moved. Just stood there, staring."
"Did you tell anyone?"
"I told my mom," Scott admitted. "She thought maybe it was just a parent. But Stiles didn’t buy it. He kept an eye out after that."
Scott exhaled; his hands clasped together. "A few weeks later, it happened."
Derek’s jaw clenched. "What happened?"
"We were running late that day," Scott explained. "She usually got there first and waited for us. When we finally got there, she was on the swings. Alone."
"And the guy?"
"We saw him walking toward her," Scott said. "Slow, like he didn’t want to scare her. At first, we thought maybe he was someone she knew. But then Stiles noticed her face."
"Her face?"
"She was frozen," Scott said quietly. "She wasn’t running. She wasn’t saying anything. She just sat there, gripping the swing chains so tight her knuckles turned white."
Derek’s scowl deepened. "She knew something was wrong."
Scott nodded. "Yeah. And so did Stiles."
Derek waited.
Scott swallowed. "Stiles yelled her name first. Loud. The guy flinched, like he didn’t expect anyone to be there. That’s when she jumped off the swing, like she’d just snapped out of it, and tried to run to us."
"Tried?"
Scott clenched his jaw. "He grabbed her before she could."
Derek’s eyes darkened. "What did you do?"
"I ran to the nearest house, screaming for help," Scott said. "Stiles? He ran straight at the guy."
Derek’s expression didn’t change, but Scott could see the way his shoulders tensed.
"He fought him?"
"yeah" Scott said. "Screaming, crying, biting, punching—anything to get the guy to let go of her. And it worked. The guy shoved her away to deal with Stiles instead. But by then, someone had come outside because of me banging on their door. The guy ran."
Derek exhaled slowly. "Did they catch him?"
Scott nodded. "Yeah. Stiles’ dad found him."
"After it happened, she had to go to the police station," Scott explained. "That’s where she met Stiles’ dad and my mom."
"Was she okay?"
"Not really," Scott admitted. "She was quiet. More than usual. Stiles wouldn’t leave her side. And when his dad asked what the guy looked like, we all described him."
"And that’s how they found him?"
"Yeah," Scott nodded. "A week later, they caught him. Turned out he knew she didn’t have parents, just her grandmother. He thought she was an easy target."
Derek’s jaw tightened.
Scott sighed. "After that, she started coming over to my house sometimes. And then there was the playdate."
"A few weeks later, her grandmother let her come over to my house," Scott said. "It was the first time she really played. We had a great time. She laughed for the first time. And Stiles? He was just… so happy."
Derek listened carefully.
"When Stiles’ dad came to pick him up," Scott continued, "Stiles hesitated. Then, out of nowhere, he just said—‘Can we keep her?’"
Derek blinked. "What?"
Scott laughed slightly. "Yeah. That’s what his dad said too. Stiles was so serious. He was like, ‘She doesn’t have parents. My dad’s a cop. Scott’s mom’s a nurse. No one would hurt her if she was with us.’"
Derek tilted his head. "And what did Noah say?"
"He said it wasn’t that simple," Scott admitted. "But he promised he’d talk to her grandmother. And that was enough for Stiles."
Derek was quiet for a long moment finally, he said, "That’s why he’s so protective of her."
Scott nodded. "Yeah. Stiles has been fighting for her since the beginning. It’s not that he doesn’t understand the gravity of the situation. He just doesn’t allow anyone to hurt her, even with words. He just won’t but I’m sure he would give an earful tomorrow "
Derek looked down; his expression unreadable.
“Stiles said she’s his person and that’s just it.” Scott smirked slightly. "You care too, don’t you?"
Derek scowled. "Shut up."
Scott just chuckled.
Stiles slowly open the front door of your home carrying on his back he tries to stealthily move across the floor cringing at the creaking of the floor, he make his way his to the stairs, his hands wrapped tightly around your thighs, he can feel your breath against his neck. he silently cheer reaching for your doors knob he opens and close it behind him.
Grams sighs having to watch the whole thing from behind them she goes back to her room mumbling tiredly at stiles antics.
Stiles pants sitting beside your bed on the floor after successfully putting you in bed, he stands up to leave after glancing down at you once last time but he scans the room frowning at concerning number of soft drinks that on your table but what catches his is the book on your table.
After hearing Peter’s revelations about Vicki Donovan’s death and the growing supernatural conflicts, you confronts him about his hatred toward the Argent, urging him to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. You later meets with Chris Argent, who apologizes for his family's actions, and Derek, who remains wary of your association with the hunters. As tensions rise, you confesses to Derek that Peter has been haunting your mind, using you as a means to return to life. also reveals the tormenting visions you has been experiencing, feeling lost in their pain. Derek, though unsure how to comfort you, realizes the depth of what you going through and tries to understand.
Bonnie knew something unusual is going on with her, since she’s been having this really terrifying dreams about her ancestor Emily. She concluded that she was being haunted; that's what happens when you take anything that’s remotely valuable to dead person, in her case the damned necklace.
Everything seems to go downfall since she got the necklace and how the hell did, she ended up on the old church ruins? she still doesn’t know. but she knows the right thing to do is go to grams house and tell you and her what happened and to make any sense of it.
But is that what she gonna do? No. you just got back from your death bed in her words and she doesn’t want you to be worried about what’s going on with her. So, she went to Elena which led into meeting damon and the fact that he knows about Emily shouldn’t surprise her as much it did. She knows how you warned about him and how you hellbent on wanting bonnie to stay out the way of the Salvatore brothers all together.
And then it a little argument with her friends broke out and the solution was to conduct a seances which bonnie thought might be a really bad idea why is that, because you once said if there is one thing that you won’t do is that ‘fuck with Ouija board or type of that shit without proper knowledge it’s gonna come possess your ass’ and that’s what exactly happened.
Damon finds Bonnie in the ruins of the old church, setting up a spell. “Hello Emily. You look different.”
Bonnie who’s now become a meat puppet of her ancestor Emily says “I won't let you do it.”
“We had a deal.”
“Things are different now. I need to protect my family.” She stated standing tall and determined
“I protected your family. You owe me.” He did a crappy job honestly.
“I know. I'm sorry.”
‘” You’re about to be a lot more than that.”
Damon tries to attack her, but Emily uses her powers to throw Damon against a tree, and he's impaled on a branch through his stomach.
Fell's Church
Stefan and Elena arrive at the church ruins. Stefan pulls Damon off of the tree branch. “It hurts. This is why I feed on people.”
“Stefan.” Emily calls
“Hello, Emily.”
“These people don't deserve this. They should never have to know such evil.” Her voice held worries.
“What do you mean evil?”
Damon glares at her “Emily. I swear to God; I'll make you regret this.”
“I won't let you unleash them into this world.”
“Them? What part of the story did you leave out, Damon?”
“What does it matter?”
“Emily, tell me what you did.” Stefan asks though he already knew the answer to the question.
“To save her, I had to save them.”
“You saved everyone in the church?”
“With one, comes all.”
“I don't care about them. I just want Katherine.”
Stefan turns to Damon “I knew I shouldn't have believed a single word that comes out of your mouth. This isn't about love, is it? This is about revenge.”
“The two aren't mutually exclusive.”
“Damon, you can't do this.”
“Why not? They killed 27 people, and they called it a war battle. They deserve whatever they get.”
“27 vampires, Damon. They were vampires. You can't just bring them back.”
“This town deserves this.”
“You're blaming innocent people for something that happened 145 years ago.”
“There is nothing innocent about these people, and don't think for a second it won't happen again. They already know too much, and they'll burn your little grandwitch right next to us when they find out. Trust me.”
“Things are different now.” Emily says
“Don't do this.”
“I can't free them. I won't. chants Incendia!” she chants
The pentagram Emily carved into the dirt around her is set ablaze, and flames create a wall between Emily/Bonnie and Stefan, Damon and Elena.
“No! No please.”
“Bonnie!
“No!”
Bonnie/Emily throws the necklace into the air, and it explodes above them. Once the spell is complete and the crystal is destroyed, Emily departs from Bonnie's body. Bonnie finally reawakens, and looks around in horror, having no idea what had just occurred. Damon is furious, and since his deal with Emily is off, filed with anger he speeds towards her he bites Bonnie and feeds on her. Elena yells in fear, and Stefan rushes over to pull Damon off of her. He kneels next to her and checks her pulse.
“She's alive, but barely. I can save her.” Stefan says. He bites into his wrist and dribbles his blood into Bonnie's mouth. Elena watches in shock as her wound closes up right before her eyes.
MEAN WHILE AT THE HALE HOUSE
Stiles right after their class ends call your phone imagine his shock when Derek pick up the phone saying you are at his place and hung without any further convo. Glaring at the phone stiles steps on the gas scott beside him hold on to door yelling stiles name.
When the two of the reach the Hale house the anger turns into confusion as they taken the large new house standing tall.
“Did we shift reality or something? This does not look like Derek’s home.” Stiles mutters.
Scott frown as well his confused puppy dog eyes on full display “Yeah, I’m lost too. It looks a normal home.”
Stiles nods “Yeah, nothing that’s screams derek.” He walks closer the surrounding looks lively as well how did all this happened overnight.
The door open, derek steps out with a neutral look on his face stiles face starts to become red, hurriedly he marches towards him.
“Where the hell is she? What did you do now? Why is she here?” stiles fires question after question standing foot to foot with the man.
Scott beside him follow him up slightly pulling him back, derek sigh annoyedly at the teenager “Keep your voice down, she’s upstairs”
Stiles tries to push past him but derek pull him back by his collar making him jerk backwards splaying around to push derek off him.
“Would you just clam down, she’s asleep.”
“She can sleep in my home, not your dusty house.” Stiles hiss at derek.
Scott untangles them both before standing in between them “Can we just all clam down.” He glances at derek “You have explaining to do, what’s going on.?”
Opening the door wide he answers “I’ll tell you.”
He walks towards the hall room motioning them to sit down, scott forcefully sits stiles down keeping a hand on him.
Derek sits down across them “She did it.” he looks around the house, stiles and scott eyes widen they finally look around the beautiful house. Scott reaches forwards touch the table and plate of fruits he brings an apple to his nose smiling it, its sweet. Stiles fingers trace comfy cushion its smooth and silky.
“But that’s not important?”
Stiles lets humorless laugh “Are you kidding? this is whole new level of power.!”
Scott frown comes back his brow furrowing at serious look on Derek’s face “Something is going with her, inside her mind.”
“What?” stiles and scott asks at the same time.
Derek leans closer putting his hands on his thighs “She said she’s being haunted by Peter; he wants her to bring him back to life.”
Stiles gulps glancing at his friend nervously “it can’t be true right?”
Scott nods along unable to make any sense “Yeah, I mean she just almost died it might have taken mental toll on her.”
“I thought that too, but I saw him.”
“How is that even possible?” stiles ask.
“The night at school, peter had his claws deep in her. he must have already known something will happen to him; I think he might have anchored himself on to her.” derek answers in all seriousness.
“Should we call an exorcist” stiles blurred out derek close his eyes exhaling he turns to them.
“Its not work like that, and that’s not just it.”
“There is more?” stiles high-pitched voice vibrates around the house.
Conjuring his all his patience derek sit straight “She said she was having these dreams of a women every time she sleeps, her screams. Something about if she doesn’t change anything how everyone around her will die. That she need bring back Peter so she could learn, I don’t know what he did but she believes he can help her and she kept saying how her grams going to die that she can’t become like the women she saw in her dreams…. but what still unbelievable to me is that…. she said the women she saw is her……but from another universe.”
“A whole another universe?” scott sits astonished at the information.
Stiles mouth hang opens processing it all “Wait, why would she say all this you.” he glances at you “I mean why would she hide this from us.”
Derek glance at them “Well she didn’t actually didn’t tell me; she lost her composure it. she was sobbing and ranting.”
Stiles sits up “I should check on her.” this time derek and scott doesn’t stop him, stiles take two steps at one time entering the room he sighs at the sight of sleeping peacefully. He wants to scold you holding it all until you broke down also beating himself up for being caught up everything around that’s he missed your subtle signs of distress he knows how you still find it hard to open up even after everything you three been gone through together. He hates that you still haven’t learn to be fully open with them, the fear of being a burden but he also knows not push you.
He frowns when your face twisted into confusion and fear, like you’re in some sort of nightmare hurrying towards you he shakes you awake making you jolt awake, rushed footsteps can be heard stiles yell your name to wake, lifting you up slightly of the bed you open your eyes with a panicked expression.
“Bonnie?!” you mumble making stiles further confused scott and derek stands beside him, you stumbled out the bed repeating her name.
Stiles holds on to your shoulders stabling you “Bonnie…. we have to...go.” you try to walk but stiles pull you back.
“Wait! hold on, what’s going on?”
You wrench yourself from his hold only for to scott to take hold of you “Clam down, first.”
“No, she’s hurt.” You shake your head your eyes dazed “We have to go…she needs me.”
you try to push scott off your stiles comes into your vision “Okey, okey… We will go.”
Stiles takes your hands nodding at scott, scott leads you out the house stiles run to his jeep starting it as scott helps you inside. Derek stands on the porch before following you. you tell stiles to go to church ruins stepping on the gas he speeds when you reach there just then you hear bonnie screams and cries of fear running towards the sources you see bonnie on the ground, elena and Stefan crouch down next to bonnie.
“Bonnie!”
Stefan and elena gets thrown away from her a red mist throwing them away, making them grunt. You kneel down next to her taking her into your lap you call her name she has you can feel her blood on your hands you shift her head to side you see a bite mark closing up, your breath gets rapid shaking her awake.
She opens her eyes she cries out of confusion and pain making your tears fall as well, “Its okey, you’re alright.”
“Damon…...he…bite me. What’s going on?” she choked out.
Stiles and scott and derek glance at damon who now waking up Stefan helps elena to stands they both tense still shocked at sudden attack.
You can feel your anger rising inside you, helping bonnie sit up you reassure her “Its alright now, he won’t hurt you now.”
“Are you alright?” you wipe the blood off of her neck the wound is now fully healed, taking her hand in yours she glances around her eyes falling on Elena and Stefan Elena steps closer with Stefan on her toe but stops when you stare down at them.
“Elena? What’s going on?” bonnie asks again.
“Yeah, elena what’s going on? I would really like know what the hell you all doing?”
Elena gulps before nodding and recounting what went down, you sit bonnie down on fallen stone wall.
You run your hands down your face after hearing what went down from the demonic possession to damon trying to kill bonnie, that not just making you anxious it’s the church ruins, the place you saw in your dreams….. just nothing good came out that, this is where Grams and bonnie would help the Salvatore brothers to open the tomb which leads to grams…death.
Now the dreams feel more frighting as ever, standing up you glare down at the three “Bonnie for the love of God if you’re going to something stupid talk to me or grams what made you think conducting séance is good idea, let alone with them!” you point at elena and Stefan.
“No, you listen to me.” You cut off bonnie before she can get a word out “You could have died or worse she could take your body over wear as meat suit for however long she wished to.”
Scott and stiles stand on the side with derek while derek might new to the furious version of you they were familiar with it but that doesn’t mean they are not worried but they know it’s not wise to intervene.
Elena warily shits taking a step towards the you two “Its wasn’t her fault.”
“Can you shut it for once!” you snap at her making her stop, bonnie stands up scoffing.
“Why are yelling at us? Did you forget you nearly died! You don’t get to talk.” Bonnie comes standing toe to toe with you. scott and stiles tense at her words though her glare didn’t have much effect on derek her words cut him deep more than he like to admit.
You huff “and I was fucking terrified, and I know you were to. And I do get to talk. We were in different situation and you know that too. I know what I was doing unlike you; it was my choice.”
She looks away from you, stiles whisper your name making you look at him. sighing you run your hands through your hair “You better come clean to grams before I do.”
“Whatever.”
You narrow your eyes at her “Bonnie.”
“Fine.”
You nod walking towards her you turn her neck she hesitantly let you satisfied with healing you step back bonnie looks at elena and Stefan, elena starts to walk towards you two stepping aside you let them do their thing though your kind a feel bad for snapping at them your pride doesn’t let you apologize.
They start to walk towards Elena’s car “Wait.” You walk towards them “do you have any money on you?” you ask bonnie she shakes her head.
“No why?”
You search your pockets you always have emergency cash on you “Here, buy some pomegranate juice and any chocolate. It would be good for you.”
She doesn’t take it making you sigh “Don’t make me repeat again” she huffs taking the money walking away. “Make sure she drinks it.” you say to elena she nods following bonnie.
You watch as they drive off “Not so fast Stefan.” You turn to the vampire halting him before he can vanish, you turn to him. “As much as I am grateful for you saving bonnie, it’s your brother who tried to kill her.”
Stefan lowers his head “I apologize behalf of my brother, but I give you my words he won’t hurt her anyone.”
“Did you apologize to Matt Donovan, when you and your brother killed his sister?” Stefan tense, stiles and scott eyes widen at your words.
“Did you?” your voice sharp demanded again.
“I had to do it; I was protecting elena.” he reasoned.
You roll your eyes “And who the hell was responsible for turning Vicki. I don’t know what kind of weird fetish you both brothers have with elena but leave bonnie out of it.” You clench your fist beside you “bonnie is kind and don’t take advantage of that.”
Stefan stiffly nods before speeding away, you unclench your hands with a loud sigh sitting down the stone you run your hands down you face looking at the tomb beneath you dread fills your lungs.
Stiles and scott look at each other before walking towards you “that was intense” stiles mutters derek and scott picks up the increasing heart rate and emotion changing into anger to fear and uncertainty.
“I was right.” your voice comes out wobbly making the three worried stiles quick to join beside you wrapping his hands around you. scott crouches downs in front of you derek walk closer the three of you not far but not too close.
“What’s wrong? talk to us.” Stiles squeeze your frame.
“I saw this place; I saw grams dies because some stupid ritual just like what bonnie was doing here.” You choked out shaking in stiles hold. You feel like pulling your hair out of its roots.
Stiles says your name tenderly “It might be just dream.” You shake your head tears starts to fall from your eyes looking at him.”
“No, stiles…. it’s not a dream…not anymore you have to believe me. I don’t know what to do. I don’t want her die.” Scott takes your hands in his.
“It’s okey, we will figure it out. Nothing is going to happen to your grams.” Scott says his wide eyes fixed on your red one. “Now let’s calm down, okey nothing will happen.”
Stiles run his hands up and down on your shoulders “How about we sleepover at my place, it’s been a while hasn’t it.?”
Scott nod stiles pull you up “come on, I just got notification on new chapter on game I talked about. We can discuss about the methods they use to kill vampires.” Stiles said with an excitement gleaming in his eyes though derek and scott looks at him weirdly but you laugh a little making him laugh as well.
Derek stands watching you and stiles walk away scott soon follow them parting him with nod, for the first time you seem to hide away from his always watching eyes, refusing to let yourself glance at him though he thought he might be okey with it, content with the fact that you don’t always returns his glaring eyes with equally heated glares or sassy remarks or even you soft eyes only sets flaming pit of fire on his gut, Its feels uncomfortable to exist….
STILENSKIS HOUSE
Stiles can be chattering box that does not have an off button, you found it amusing and annoying time to time there is no in between. Scott knows that, he also found it insufferable when the two of you engage in mindless banter about something so irrelevant to mind boggling things ranging from the how a total stranger behaved to how the universe is vast that aliens are not green. Stiles is expert at making things lighter with his presences and his never-ending chattering while scott more of attentive with his actions and then there is rare occasions where they both simply exists to make things lighter for you.
Just like now nuzzled between the two scott held bowl of popcorn in his lap, while stiles scroll on his laptop searching for something to watch while you just stay wrapped in blanket. Stiles settle on old movie calming its educational for scott. The movies play its only sound that can be heard aside from the chewing of popcorn time to time.
The three of stay awake until the credits start rolling you sigh sitting straight your eyes heavy shoulders dropping. You lean back “I’ll take it derek told you two everything.”
Stiles nod still refusing to speak you know they want to hear to from your lips as well so you exhale “I don’t know where to begin with it feels a lot.”
“We got all night.” Scott says softly handing you your drink you take a sip you thank him before give him it back
“I think its my power connected to someone who also has this power in another world, she said we are the same that our fate is the same has the power that unimaginable but…. losing everyone that I will hold dear to….it made her a ruthless merciless, became a creature that she loathed all because she tried have her family back…this power isn’t great as I thought” you look down at your hands stiles holds your open palm in his hands holding it tightly making you glance at him.
“But that doesn’t mean it will happen to you” scott nods at stiles words taking hold of your other hand squeezing it.
“I won’t be sure, peter…. He is inside my head. I think he latched on to me somehow when he scratched me at night at school. He saw something that he sure that I would become something far worse than he is.” your voice tremble remembering the sinister grin he used give you but compared to now you feel they are two different person.
Scott and stiles look at each other “Peter is not someone you listen to; he has way getting things done on his whims.” Scott argued “can you still see him?”
You shake your head “He’s been silent since last night.”
“We will figure out how to deal with all this.” Stiles say yawing “we will be here to pull you back if you went to too deep.”
“You can’t always be there for me.” Your voice lacks any bite just acceptances stiles roll his eyes.
“Watch me.” Stiles lay down stretching “Now shut up and let’s sleep.”
Scott bumps his shoulders with you “We will figure it out, we always do.” Scott put the bowl away standing up he walks to the bathroom and wash his hands before drying his hands and putting the laptop away mumbling about stiles laziness.
He sighs a smile on his lips when he sees you settles down tugging blanket from stiles who already snoring away.
BENNETT HOUSE
Bonnie sits on her bedroom, she didn’t dare to go to grams after what happened nor does she wanna see you, you clearly told her to be anywhere near the Salvatore’s brothers and she was right you were right Damon is bad news he literally tried to kill her for reason that’s not even hers, she is grateful that one of brother is not murderous vampire like Damon.
She can still feel his fangs on her neck—the fear, the loneliness. The fact that she barely survived is still incomprehensible. Is this how you felt as well she groans falling to her bed, a silent tear falls from her face.
