#laura hale

[starstrucksaladwizard]

Pain is cold water - Noah Kahan

Is Derek Hale who used to hide in his room so Laura would leave him alone.

Who becomes.

Derek Hale laying in the ruins of his family home begging for Laura to bug him one last time.

[haunted-by-laura-hale]

WIP Wednesday

Laura howls and Peter rears back, for one moment his foggy eyes clearing a bit, but then his expression goes slack and he collapses.

She doesn’t move fast enough to stop his fall alltogether, but she manages to cushion it a bit, wincing when the movement pulls at the new wounds in her arm and stomach.

What the fuck just happened?

It was a challenge and it wasn't—because—because a challenge implies intent, implies premeditation, implies choice and she knows—(hopes?)—that Peter wouldn’t do that to her—and even if he would, he wasn’t all there just now, she could see that—his eyes were vacant, like he wasn’t all there, he didn’t even—he didn’t even shift all the way—if he’d shifted all the way, he could have easily overpowered her, he doesn’t know that she can full shift, but—but also a challenge implies anger, a challenge implies being wronged and—and hasn’t she wronged Peter? She knows she has—she knows she’s a shit Alpha, she knows she left him behind—

It was a challenge and Laura is selfish and soft-hearted and she can’t do this.

(“Just put him out of his misery and be done with it, Laura.”)

Ben had told her to, before he went back to North Carolina after the funerals, had said it would be a mercy at that point. But she couldn't do it then and she can't do it now.

She’s done a lot of things in the last six years that she thought she would never do. She left Beacon Hills. She was the guardian for a teenager. She went back to school and became a nurse of all things. She—she’s carried on, without her emissary and without her family

But she can’t do this.

She wants to scream. She wants to cry. She wants to—she wants to stop.

She wants to stop. For one, horrible, desperate moment, she thinks about it – thinks about putting both of them out of their misery. Or maybe even just her—maybe—maybe the spark will go to Peter then, maybe it will be enough to heal him

(She’d read some things that suggested that it might be enough, but nothing concrete enough, nothing more than rumours)

But she can’t do that either.

She—she can’t do that to Derek. She can’t do that to Peter.

She—can’t.

She can’t fight Peter. She can’t—she can’t hurt him (can’t kill him)

But she can’t leave Peter, either, not again, not now.

[spikeface]

final girl

It would have been so fun to have had Tamora Monroe be a friend of Laura Hale. She comes to Beacon Hills because Laura's death never sat right with her.

Laura had always said she'd never go back to that place. She'd once confessed that even before her family had died, her plan had been to leave. "We called it 'Beacon Hells.' That place buries you if you stay."

Her whole family had been killed by arson, the mystery never solved. Laura was distracted and worried before she left. Now she’s dead. Something's not adding up.

Tamora has a bad habit of blowing up her life. A year after Laura dies, she takes off for Beacon Hills.

The move brings more questions than answers. Laura's brother is curt and suspiciously incurious. "It was an animal attack."

That's what everyone says--about everything. So many deaths, she discovers, all "animal attacks." Silence follows the phrase. The dark woods ringing the town are suffocatingly quiet. Murderer after murderer seems centered on this one high school. Tamora takes the guidance counselor job Marin Morrell left.

Soon after, she gets a meeting request from a student named Scott McCall. Sweet kid, surprisingly down to earth for the captain of a champion lacrosse team in a town that's inexplicably obsessed with the game. He wants to talk about taking AP Bio next year despite the fact that his grades should bar him from it.

His father, Tamora has discovered, is an FBI Director. Scott recently helped him bring down some of the assassins--professional assassins--that had for some reason targeted a small public high school in the middle of nowhere. Rafael McCall is impossible to get a hold of, but maybe Scott heard something from him.

Tamora makes a bit of small talk, noting Scott's eagerness to make a good impression, and then asks carefully, "Any idea what those assassins wanted?"

"Uh..." Scott scratches his head. "Money, right?"

"But whose money? Why would anyone be paying them to come out here? Who in Beacon Hills could possibly be worth that much dead?"

Scott gives her a classic teenage boy shrug. "Beats me."

His indifference irritates her. "No one has theories?"

"Nope."

"Not even..." This crosses the line, but Tamora has to know, "the FBI?"

Scott looks uncomfortable. "I haven't really asked."

Tamora's violating a thousand professional boundaries here but she just can't understand why no one cares. Children have died. "Why not?"

Scott shrinks in his seat. "Honestly, I'm just trying to make it through high school."

He looks abashed, almost guilty. Underneath is something shadowed--grief. A close friend, her records indicate, had died last semester, another of Beacon Hills' freak accidents.

Tamora knows what that's like. "Right. Of course."

Interrogating him had been stupid. Tamora struggles with going overboard, crossing lines. She's lost jobs over it, friends. Only Laura had never really seemed to mind. She said it reminded her of her family. Tamora had liked that. She doesn't have much contact with her own.

She smiles. "Let's see what we're working with."

The issue with Scott's grades stem from attendance. He wouldn't be the first student to miss class after the death of a friend. Scott's a bright kid, dreams of veterinary science at UC Davis and already has a job with the local vet. AP Bio stands between him and the applications for the scholarships that would allow him to even think about going, and Mrs. Finch, the biology teacher, won't even think about letting him take the class without a note from the guidance counselor.

It's an easy note to write. This class might be Scott's ticket out. She doesn't want the grave of Beacon Hills to bury anyone else.

Scott takes the note like it's a golden ticket. "Thank you. Seriously, Ms. Monroe, you're a lifesaver."

"It's nothing."

Scott stands to leave, but at the door, he pauses. Hesitates. Turns back. "Ms. Monroe, um... is it true you knew Laura Hale?"

Tamora freezes, totally unprepared for the question. How would Scott know that? Tamora asked a few people about Laura when she first came to town, but only a few, and all adults. Why would this random teenager know about it? "Who told you that?"

Scott tugs nervously on his backpack straps. "I know her brother."

The brother Tamora still half-suspects of being behind Laura's death. Wouldn't bite marks be easy enough to fake? Definitely enough to fool small-town police. The only knot in her theory is that whatever this is, it's clearly bigger than Laura. She's one victim of many. Would Derek Hale kill all these people?

Laura had loved her brother. Why would her own family kill her? Had Derek been responsible for the fire too?

Is he a serial killer? she struggles not to blurt out. The effort to check it paralyzes her. She has so many questions no one will answer.

"I was the one who found her body," Scott admits into the silence.

Tamora can't stop herself. "Do you really think it was an animal attack?"

It's crazy, she knows that, but doesn't anyone else wonder? The woods are so silent, dark in the day, no sign of life except for the howls in the distance. Tamora can't make sense of them. There are no wolves in California.

Scott fidgets with his backpack. "There were bite marks on the body, right?"

"Those could be faked." Can't anyone see that? Do they not care? Is the sheriff too stupid to realize? Is he behind it? Was he bought off by Derek Hale? The Hales are rich enough to buy this whole town ten times over.

"Looked pretty real to me." Scott won't meet her eyes.

Did Derek get to him too? Scott would be easy to buy, a poor kid desperate for a scholarship.

A kid, it hits Tamora abruptly. He doesn't know anything. He's seventeen years old. He saw a dead body in the woods.

Oh god, Laura's body. Tamora hasn't been able to make herself think about it. Laura--sarcastic, sulky, bright-eyed Laura--was torn apart by something's teeth.

Tamora can feel her eyes go hot. She wipes them, sniffling pathetically, and by the time she looks up, Scott has politely disappeared, quiet as a deer.

That should be the end of it. Her best friend, her only friend, was torn apart by an animal in the woods. Nothing more insidious, nothing less awful. Her brother buried her mutilated remains next to his burned out home, but that doesn't make him a murderer. Don't people do crazy things when they see death? Tamora did. Beacon Hills is just like a million other towns in America, a fucked up place where people die. Laura had tried to warn her. Tamora had blown up her life rather than accept it. She's always struggled with ugly truths.

If there's something going on in Beacon Hills, it's an ugly truth. Drugs, most likely. This is meth country, after all. Maybe the Hales dealt something. Maybe their murder was about that, maybe there's been an on-going power struggle since.

Maybe it's something weirder than meth. The psychiatric facility on the edge of town is riddled with horrible rumors.

There Tamora goes again, inventing wild theories. She tries to be done with it, tries to let the truth sink into her body and settle there. Her friend is dead. She wanted to solve the mystery of her family's murder, and a mountain lion tore her in half before she ever got any answers. That's life. Tamora needs to face it.

Except, wouldn't finding answers help her do that? Laura wanted answers. Tamora can find them for her. It's for Laura.

Besides, it's not like she has a life to go back to anyway, or a job market she's eager to re-enter. Beacon Hills High School is strapped for staff, willing to overlook a few bumps in the road of her resume. Tamora doesn't need to blow this life up too.

She spends her nights searching. Local files aren't that hard to get a hold of, as if the town compensates for its tight grip on some secrets with a loose one on others. Tamora dives deep.

One name keeps coming up: Scott McCall.

He found Laura's body not once but twice.

He's been present for a remarkable number of deaths, in fact. Animal deaths.

A friend of his died under mysterious circumstances. Another spent time in that psychiatric facility. His co-captain on the lacrosse team filed a restraining order against him before leaving the country. The teacher that disciplined him the most often was murdered.

His father is an FBI agent, with all of their access. He’s killed four people on record. History of domestic violence.

Scott's mother is a nurse--access to the morgue, to drugs, to the files of all the people who died in the hospital under mysterious circumstances. Last semester, the files claim, an animal snuck into the hospital and tore apart a dozen people. That's life.

Scott's close friends with the son of the sheriff, a bumbling man who claims nothing's wrong with the town. He sings Scott's praises. "Most trustworthy kid I know."

What does the sheriff know? All these deaths on his watch. There was even an investigation into his failure to close cases.

It was run by Scott's father. It was abruptly shut down.

To protect Scott?

Scott works at the veterinary clinic. He must have seen animal bites. He knows what they look like. He knows how to handle bodies.

Those assassins went to his school. They were in his locker room.

Trying to kill him?

He snuck out of her office so silently. Like an animal.

Tamora is being crazy. It's impossible. Scott's a teenage jock.

It's just that everywhere Tamora digs, every rock she turns up, there's Scott underneath it. The connection is always him. It's like his face is the mask over whatever's really going on.

And there is something going on. Tamora's sure of it. It's like a bone bruise, the kind that pains you before the blood ever rises to the skin. It's like a fault line waiting to erupt. Tamora doesn't want blood or earthquakes. She just wants to know what's underneath the surface of this town. For Laura.

It's all she thinks about. The job is so boring. Beacon Hills is a town where everything happens but nothing changes. The students are exhausting. Tamora has never worked this much with kids.

Her only consolation is that it's the same high school Laura went to. Tamora can practically picture her in the halls. Would they have been friends if they'd been here together? Tamora's whole life might have been different. They would have hated this place together, dug out of its grave together.

That's what she's thinking about, the night the animal attacks.

Tamora lies in the pile of bodies, paralyzed by terror, suffocating under the weight of these corpses, the only shield between her and death. It buries you.

What is it? She saw a shadow, like the night itself had killed all these people, like the dark had leapt out of the forest.

She looks around, and that's when she sees him. It's Scott but not Scott, a monster wearing his face. Teeth, claws, demonic red eyes. There are wolves in California and they're demons. Beacon Hells. He's the animal, the blood, the earthquake.

That's life, she thinks hysterically, that's life.

She's numb by the time the sheriff drags her out of the pile, gun holstered and excuses loaded.

"It was a bear," he says.

Tamora feels far from her body.

That had been death she'd seen, staring out into the darkness with those glowing eyes, seeing its secrets. Silent as the grave.

That was what got Laura.

Tamora washes the blood off, but she can't scrub off the smell of the corpses. It's like it's in her now. Death got her. She and Laura are finally here together. She lets that sink into her body.

For Laura, Tamora thinks, as she aims a gun at a demon wearing a child's face. This is for Laura.

It's an ugly truth, but she makes herself face it. And for me.

[sorilovesthiam]

thinking abt faceclaims to laura, camden and alicia...

Laura - phoebe tonkin ofc Camden - Channing tatum i just k Alicia - ryan destiny hell yeah!!!

[timetosuitup]

Ooooh I’ve seen some fics with Laura Hale/Chris Argent, and now I kinda want a Hale drama with Laura and Peter both swooning over the SAME. ARGENT. AND it’s forbidden of course because he’s an Argent AND his crazy sister fiddled Derek and tried to kill them all. Yikes. BUT THE HEART WANTS WHAT IT WANTS–

[haunted-by-laura-hale]

WIP Wednesday

For a moment, Laura thinks she's really, truly finally gone crazy.

The man's not facing her, but the height and build are right, albeit a bit slimmer. He doesn't smell the same as she remembers, but he does still carry traces of the hospital smell, like she would expect. And most damning of all maybe, is the heartbeat she can hear is the same she heard earlier in the hospital.

But it can't be...

“Peter?” she whispers, staring, disbelieving.

The man turns towards her now, as if he hears her, and it is him, but he doesn't--he doesn't move right. Ignoring that he's supposed to bed bound in the long-term care ward, his movements are unnatural, slow and dragging, nothing like the fluid, smooth, almost graceful man she remembers.

She's so distracted by that, by the strangeness of that she almost doesn't notice his eyes. Not until he's already lunged at her, claws and fangs out, but his eyes are unfocused and vacant, like he's looking right through her.

[lavendersquad]

I feel so much for Laura Hale despite us rarely being introduced to her. She deserved to be written as more than road kill. Like how did she survive and cope with the hale fire incident? How did she grieve while having to take care of Derek and Cora? What was her reaction when she saw Peter and next thing she knows, her uncle is trying to kill her?

[lavendersquad]

I've noticed this thing where Peter fans bring down Laura and Talia to defend him. "Oh, Talia shouldn't have removed his memory". Have you met Peter? That dude is the type to take advantage of the nemeton's potential, and given how he was with her son, I think Talia is in her right to not deem him fit enough to raise Malia.

Also, blaming Laura for what happened to Peter is very weird. "She's his alpha." No she's not! Her entire family got burnt to the ground, her mom died so she had to take the alpha mantle while grieving and she also had to take care of Cora and Derek. That retelling happening in HCs where she abandons him is conplete bs. And they always do this to justify Peter ripping her in half and treating her like roadkill. I'm sorry, but we need to discuss more about the brutality of Laura's murder, and how sociopathic Peter is.