Amaryllis belladonna

Chapter I: Blood ties

So in honor of Teen Wolf returning for this season, I'm back and I deleted the other Sequel to White Lilies because I had no idea where I was going with it. I hope you guys were paying attention in the last story, I swear to at last update every two weeks but I don't know how often I will get an amazing urge to write. By the way it was either a teen wolf, Once upon a time or a walking dead fic that was going to come out, and teen wolf won this time. I shall start off slow and pick it up after a few chapters.

The only thing that could have made this situation any worst was not being able to do a damn thing. Laurel sat with her fingers laced together on her couch; she became an emotionless void after she received news of her daughter. Peter left her for a bit to pick up food for his pregnant mate. She held her phone in her hands feeling the cool plastic warm up in her hands, her heart was twisting and being shredded. Her choice was to get her daughter back but at what cost and how far would she go for blood, it scared her so much this wasn't her. She was no hero she was a broken woman who made a few mistakes in her life.

A hand clamped down on her shoulder, her hand gingerly reached up and laid her hands over his. She always found comfort in his presence despite all of his past mishaps. "I got us dinner sweetheart." Peter frowned as he received no response from his mate, the last few days its just been her silence and it was starting to rub him in a bad way. Her hand gently squeezed his hand, it was her way to let him know she needed him. She needed him to be strong and be proud for her sake. "We'll find her babe, now come and eat a little we need you and the baby healthy"

She turned to him her bloodshot eyes told it all, she was a wreck. Slowly she climbed on the couch and pulled him into a tight hug. "I want her back." Her voice was coarse from not being used in a while he rubbed her back trying to relax her.

"I know baby I know." He didn't want to let go this was the most affectionate she was going to be for a while and he was going to take every moment of it. Peter wasn't actually worried his daughter was missing, he could care less for the girl but it was important to Laurel so he pretended. "She has my blood so she is a fighter; whatever is thrown at her she'll make it through."

"I hope you're right." Her face was buried into his chest; she could feel each muscle through the thin white material. His heartbeat was like a strong and proud drum next to her ears. She needed him to keep her sane, she needed him.

A loud knock came from the door which made her pull apart from him and followed by a voice she was sure she would never going to hear again. "Laurel, I know you're in there open up. I just want to talk."

Laurel looked up at Peter and she could feel his anger rising through his blood, "Play nice." She got off of the couch and made her way towards the door. She cracked it open to stare at the man. "Tate." She didn't know when he got there but Peter ripped the door knob from her hands and threw a punch at her brother-in-law's face.

Henry fell to his knees and wiped the blood that was bubbling out, "One way to say hello, can I come in?"

"Sure." She pushed Peter in the living room and got an ice pack for Henry. "Why are you here?"

"It's about Malia, I heard from the news she was missing. I'm sorry for all the things I said about her before and what I said about you. I was out of line, we're still family and Malia was my daughter for 9 years. I was angry still from the death of your sister, I never forgot her you know. I still love your sister very much and by extension you. So what happened last time shall we put it behind us?"

Laurel stare at the man being a werecoyote gave that extra sensory goodness, she could tell how he was feeling from the way he smelled. His anxiety put a bad taste in her mouth, "I don't know Henry you did push her out."

"And so did you. Look let's do it for Malia, I lost her once and I don't think I can lose her again, If not Malia then for Noel." He looked at Peter was sat next to Laurel eyeing him like he was a devil.

"Peter?" She turned to her mate for his decision; he grabbed her hand and held it in his hand whiling just staring at Henry.

"I think the more people the better and once we find Malia we can decide where she goes. If you don't mind Henry, our dinner is getting cold. We'll talk about this in the morning tomorrow."

"Of course." Henry stood up and walked towards the door with Laurel following behind him. "Laurel," He turned and hugged her for the first time, "I'm really sorry for all those things I said before and no matter what happens, we are still family."

"Thanks." She gave him a small smile as she closed the door that separated her from reality. Her fist curled into a fist next to her side and her mind was set; whatever she needed to do she'll was going to get her daughter back, no matter who she sacrificed along the way.

A snarled alongside the sound of rattling chains echoed off the brink wall hand and hand. It followed with a scream, she panted in pain and exhaustion. The chains that were on her wrists was attached to car battery, they were given enough strength to keep her at bay. "A little family secret, enough electricity shocking you keeps you enough to handle my dear."

The voice belonged to an older woman with hair was starting to gray; she was sitting in a wooden chair keeping a safe distance from her chained up prisoner. The woman sighed looking at snarling girl, "A beast like you should have never been born. If I knew of your true heritage from the start I would have killed you before your first breath."

The woman walked herself over to the table with different torture devices laid out. She picked up a pair of thick and long forceps, "My daughters were foolish and stupid girls; which led to them dying. Shall I tell you about them? One thought their bond as sisters was worth dying over and the other one; well the other one was just a disappointed all over really. She was weak both mind and body, she was stupid and simple-minded."

"Save your sap stories for someone who cares lady. If you're going to kill me then do it, save me the sympathy."

"But my dear sweet child, your birth destroyed my family. If you weren't born, my family would still be here and our family would still be on top!" The woman threw down the forceps in anger, "Michael, bring the girl food and water. Make her feel at home in the worst way possible."

She stormed out of the room and left the girl alone with the man who stood quietly off to the side. His gaze was at the door making sure they were alone, "Don't take it too personally, she just a bit bitter. You can understand though right? You kind of destroyed her family but don't be scared she won't hurt you. She can't but she does want your parents though."

"Don't call them my parents; they weren't there for my whole life so why should they start now?" She snapped her fangs at him as he poured water for her. He started to chuckle to himself while he placed the cup near her. "What are you laughing at?"

"Because no matter what blood is thicker than water my dear and blood is the only thing that's keeping you alive right now."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll see Malia, you will see how your story plays out."

That's the first chapter on our new adventure into my psychotic mind. Any question or concerns you know where to put it. I want you guys to do me a favor, tell me how bloody and gruesome you guys want me to be please. I don't know when I'm crossing the line sometimes but I'll play it safe for a bit. Anyways R&R and tell where I can improve, you guys know the deal. Until next time farewell my little crystals *insert Hearts*