Burn Your Bridges, Burn Your Boats | Event Chatzy
Characters: Stiles, Lucas, Rebekah, Grace, and Abraxas
Stiles: It was a disaster. Stiles didn´t know what to do or where to go. He tried to find Derek in the mess of people around him but with the half of the crowd partially transformed and feral, it was a really hard thing to do. “Derek!” He tried to call over the crowd but no luck. He turned around hoping to catch a sight of Scott but soon he realized that the situation turned out to be a total chaos. He ran, trying to get to the people who were even more confused than him, telling them to go and run, trying to get them into safety before the werewolves would attack. He managed to help a few but when he heard a low growl from behind him, he knew that it was too late. He turned and swallowed coming face to face with Lucas. Well, his partially changed version.
“Um. Nice evening we have right?” He tried weakly before his mind registered what was happening.
Lucas: Lucas didn’t understand what was happening. One minute he was watching the boat burst into flames, the next he felt like he was breathing the fire that roared to life. Something was wrong. He knew that before the chaos broke out. He quickly turned away from the crowd, a hand at his throat as he tried to inhale, to do anything that would make him stop feeling this way. Like he was unprepared for a full moon. He quickly thought of everyone who might be there—Hadley, Derek, Cam, Isaac—and wondered where they were. There wasn’t any getting to them, though. His throat was too dry to call for anyone and he could feel his mind wavering. No, no, no, he could not lose control. It wasn’t the full moon, this shouldn’t be happening. He never lost control. Lucas managed to keep it together for as long as he could, but whatever was happening to him won out. He fell to his hands and knees, shaking and choking as he tried to grasp at the last bits of his sanity. It didn’t do any good. His claws were extending and he could feel his mind go blank as a dark chuckle could somehow be heard over all the screaming. He felt his eyes burning red; fangs bared as he turned to look in the direction the haunting sound came from. People ran in every direction, getting out of the area as fast as they could. Everyone, that is, except one man. In the middle of the crowd, as clear as day, was Dimitri Volkov. The mass of shouting people seemed to blend into the background as a malicious smirk curled Dimitri’s lip upward. Lucas stood up, his body tense as he stared at the man he killed not long ago. At the man who should still be dead. Hatred rose in Lucas as he started walking toward him. Would this monster never die? The Russian only chuckled as he disappeared into the crowd. Lucas continued to follow him, pushing through people until the other man finally stopped and turned to face the new alpha. There was a gaping hole in Dimitri’s chest, and he looked as intent as ever to pay Lucas back for what giving it to him, his claws extended at his sides. Lucas let out a low, menacing growl as a warning to the man. This wasn’t a fight he wanted to get into. Dimitri only laughed. “Miss me?” The words started a fire in Lucas that burned brighter than any boat. He felt the anger rise in him at the taunt, a roar erupting from his throat that didn’t seem to faze Dimitri in the least. So Lucas charged. This man wasn’t getting out alive if he had anything to do with it. He made contact with him, sending them both flying to the ground. All Dimitri did was smirk as if he knew something Lucas didn’t. It’s what made Lucas take both of his hands and slowly scratch his way down Dimitri’s chest. When he saw Dimitri was still smiling, he sent another swipe to the Russian’s face. He wanted to see this man bleed. He wanted to see this man die.
Stiles: Stiles knew that whatever was happening was the worst kind of trouble. He tried to find someone familiar, anyone who would be able to help but all he found was yet another furious werewolf. He stumbled backwards, hands rising as if he could negotiate with someone whose mind was obviously clouded by supernatural rage and primal instincts. “Lucas…?” He tried to reach out but all he got in return was an ear crushing roar. This was not happening. He survived a lot - from evil vampires to insane hunters but coming face to face with this blinding rage was taking every bit of hope he held. “Lucas….” he repeated as he stepped back but it was too late. “Seriously man, you don´t want to do this. We´re friends right? At least I hope so. Hey buddy seriously, no need for the fangs……” He rambled in the last attempt to protect himself. For a second he looked around wanting to call for someone but who? Derek was very obviously in trouble and the hunters had their hands full with helping the others. The second was all it took. The werewolf charged after his prey and Stiles felt the claws digging into his skin, the blinding pain overtaking his senses. He yelled out but it didn´t stop Lucas from taking a swipe at his face. The human flesh was weak. Soon, Stiles clothes were covered in red.
Lucas: Lucas could only see red as he watched Dimitri smirk, unfazed by anything he did. Everything else faded and it was just Lucas and Dimitri, like when they were in the forest. All the wrong he had done, all the pain he had caused, and yet he was still here. It was worse than that night, worse than when Lucas first saw his face after coming back from the dead. Lucas let out another roar, pulling his hand back. The only way to end this was to slit his throat. Lucas wasn’t going to let him hurt anyone else again.
Stiles: Stiles tried to protect himself, his hands in front of his face, curled up trying to keep Lucas from striking anything vital. His vision was hazy and he didn´t know if it was from blood or from tears. He noticed Lucas pulling away and as much as he tried to defend himself, he knew that he couldn´t keep it up for too long.
Rebekah: Rebekah had been walking around the festival when she saw a strange occurrence. Lucas, a werewolf Derek had been asking her about, had red eyes and was attacking Stiles. She didn’t know the younger man, but she’d seen him around Derek enough to know that he was important to the other man. The blonde acted quickly, fighting off the want to feed at the sight of all the blood. She knocked Lucas out as he pulled his hand back, turning to look at Stiles. “Are you, are you alright?” she asked him.
Stiles: Stiles couldn´t even form a word, instead, he managed only a small whimper as his hands fell from where he was holding them against his face. He coughed a bit, squinting at the person that just saved his life.
Rebekah: Rebekah took another look at Lucas, making sure that he was knocked out cold before she looked at Stiles, her arms going around his whimpering form as she gathered him close. “My name is Rebekah,” she told him. “I’m a friend of Derek’s. You’re going to be just fine.”
Stiles: “I…know you.” Stiles croaked and coughed a bit at the strain it put on his chest. He didn´t want to know what he looked like to the girl but frankly, he didn´t care. She saved his life. Well, if he was going to survive this.
Rebekah: Rebekah smiled softly and rubbed circles on his back. She knew that Lucas was a werewolf and from the color of his eyes, something was going on here. But she wasn’t sure what the injuries would do to Stiles and so she only wanted to give him blood as a last resort. She looked around to see if there was anyone she recognized, knowing she couldn’t just flash away. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”
Stiles: Stiles finally moved his hands clutching at his chest as he struggled to breathe. His vision was blurry and his brain unhelpfully supplied that it was probably because of the bloodloss. He tried to nod as if he wanted to convince himself that it was really going to be okay. Sadly, as his vision blackened, he found out that he didn´t really believe it. Soon, his eyes closed and his mind slipped into the unconsciousness.
Rebekah: Rebekah continued to look around, hoping that there would be someone to help. As she looked around, she noticed one of the witches that she’d helped a few weeks ago with Dimitri. “Grace, right?” she called the other girl. “Can you help?”
Grace: Grace was terrified. Finally all those sayings about how monstrous werewolves truly were came to light, making her freeze in her spot. She could feel that something was clearly not right, but she couldn’t make herself move and react. Her breath was shallow, he eyes as wide as they possibly could ever be. She saw people running around, screaming for help, pleading for someone to say it was all jsut a bad dream. But no, it was a reality and it had to be taken care of. But there she was, still frozen, still just looking at everything and couldn’t do a thing about it. She felt ashamed of herself, it was her duty to help and protect humans, and what was she doing? Nothing. She was so scared that she barely noticed what was going on so close to her. When she saw a young boy being attacked, something in her got broken. Only someone calling her name finally make her come back to reality. She blinked a couple of times and managed a nod, making her legs move and run closer to the boy. He was already unconscious and he was quickly losing blood. “Those wounds are deep, but I’ve seen worse.. I’ve dealt with worse..” She said out loud, mostly to herself. “I.. I can stop the bleeding, but I need to get him to the hospital,” she rised her head and looked at the blonde vampire. Without waiting for her response, Grace started whispering her spells, her hands working their magic over boy’s body.
Rebekah: Rebekah watched as the witch began to work on Stiles, feeling as his bleeding seemed to stop a little bit. “I would have given him blood,” she told Grace. “But I didn’t know what it would do - what the wounds would do.” She didn’t share that Lucas’ eyes had gone red, though. That she would share with those she knew well, for she wanted to know what was wrong with the werewolf. He’d never seemed the aggressive sort to her, and she idly wondered if the red in his eyes had something to do with the fact that she could no longer leave town. That thought fled as she watched Grace work, fascinated of witchcraft, yet slightly scared of it. Though, after her mother, she supposed that was normal. “If you can knit him back together,” she told Grace hurriedly. “I can get him to the hospital if I can get away from the crowd.” She looked down at Lucas, still knocked out and still wondering what she should do with him.
Grace: She felt sick when the vampire girl mentioned giving the boy her blood. She tried to control her body and not let it shiver. So she stayed silent, continuing her work. Boy’s wounds were slowly getting better, but Grace knew she couldn’t heal him completely. That required a lot of strength and she was not going to give up her life for someone she barely knew. She just had to help him enough to transport him to the hospital without endangering his life in the process. After some time she was barely whispering, just letting the magic work on its own. “I doubt anyone is going to look at you anyway, werewolves running around create quite a distraction.” She simply said, not looking at the girl. She was tired already, but didn’t want to let it show. She stood up, cleaning her knees from dirt and shaking her head. “We’ll meet at the back of the hospital in twenty minutes. Don’t be late.” She added, barely looking at the blonde. She sighed, not wanting to say anything more, and made her way through the crowd. She needed to get to the hospital on time, and avoid any problems on her way.
Rebekah: Rebekah nodded at Grace, standing back as she healed Stiles. While waiting, the blonde took Lucas’ body and moved him into the bushes away from others. A part of her felt for him. She’d never seen a werewolf’s eyes glow red before, had only seen the yellow, and she knew something wasn’t quite right. Acting on impulse, she reached into her purse and grabbed piece of paper and a pen. “Come see me. - R. Mikaelson.” She put the piece of paper in his pocket near his keys and went back to see Stiles. “I’ll be there,” she told Grace as she picked up Stiles carefully, finally seeing the chaos that seemed to have erupted. Rebekah walked slowly to the edge of the crowd and whooshed away to the hospital, hoping that Grace’s healing would be enough.
Abraxas: Abraxas cut his way through the throng of people easily, his strength magnified due to the disdain he felt. He’d wasted precious time with the useless hybrid girl, time that could have been put to better use. Though snapping her neck had given him a sort of thrill, he refused to leave the ceremony empty handed. What leverage would he hold otherwise if he failed to hold at least one simple name. No, he’d have a name, that much was certain. He’d slaughter half of the town if it meant finding a few Alphas in the process. Just as he began to truly consider that option, Abraxas caught the sound of something that brought a smile to his face. The sound of claws meeting skin, of a pitiful attempt at pleading. And if he listened just hard enough, he could hear blood finding its way to the grass. A confident feeling surrounded him, and he stealthily made his way towards the source of the noise. Shielding by others rushing around him, Abraxas chuckled lowly as he caught sight of red eyes flashing in the night. Bingo. It only served to amuse him further when he noticed that this Alpha was the bartender whom he’d spoken with a few days prior. A small town it was, and now Abraxas would have an Alpha to give to the cause if needed. He waited patiently for the finale of the show, a smirk pulling at his lips as the man raised his arm. Before he could finish his task, however, a blonde woman flashed towards him with startling speed. Incapacitating him with ease, Abraxas rolled his eyes gently. Blasted Originals. If nothing else, he’d be eager to get rid of them. Having collected the information he wanted, Abraxas let himself melt back into the crowd. As he walked away, he whistled a soft tune that contrasted hauntingly with the din around him. If only the town knew that the werewolves were nothing to fear…not while he and his brethren walked the Earth.
