Hello all! First of all, thank you to those who have been reading this series and reviewing. I've loved adding to this show with my own people. Like I promised, I'm posing season four sooner and hopefully having it all up and done much faster than it took me for season three, because that was ridiculous. Anyway, here's a little preview while I finish my editing of Blood for Pain. It took me a bit to start due to computer troubles, but I'm borrowing another one to finish the job.
The first trailer for this story is up on youtube and vimeo, links on my profile. Go ahead a watch it!
Jessie gave Lydia a look, "Of course I would protect Scott."
"Because..." Lydia trailed off, trying to lead Jessie in a certain direction. When Jessie's face remained blank, Lydia frowned impatiently, "Because you love him."
"We are so not talking about this."
"It's been two weeks since we heard from them."
"Georgie is a capable girl, Stiles," Jessie pointed out. "And she has Deaton, and Dechtire, and Nuala out there to back her up. She had to go save her sister."
"Someone who could have turned without you knowing. Turned, but not by a bite!"
As soon as the jeep stalled to a stop, Jessie jumped out and rushed to check on Scott and the figure he and Braeden were supporting out of the Church.
"Is that him?" Malia asked. "Is that Derek?"
"Oh my god," Jessie whispered as he lifted his head to look at her. It was Derek, but he was years younger than he should have been. He looked like a teenager again.
Peter snarled, "They took it, they took it while I was blinded."
"Took what?" Beth asked.
"Bonds," he turned around to mutter to them. "Bearer bonds and they took them all."
"How much did they take?" Lydia asked slowly.
He was reluctant to answer, "Over 141..."
Stiles gaped, "Thousand?"
"Million," he growled.
"Jessie, I love you," was all he could say at first, staring into her eyes. "Nothing and no one will change that. We should take advantage of the good things while they're there. And you – are one of the best things."
She sniffed, still feeling the fear, but also feeling the closeness of him with her in there. So, for the first time, she was then one who leaned in and pressed her lips to his first. And he immediately responded, fiercely returning the kiss as he reached up to cup her face in his hands and pull her closer.
Georgie hadn't remembered the house she lived in from birth to the age of four, before her parents died and she and Sonia went to live with their grandfather. But now, sitting on the deep green couch by the bay window, she knew she was in that very same house. But that was impossible. She couldn't be in her parents' home. Because it had burned down with her parents inside of it. Sonia hadn't been home. Georgie had been the only one to survive.
Looking around, seeing it stand around her, unharmed, she smelled smoke.
"There's this sacred bond that happens with witches. Called unum et anima una. Or just unum. Or just 'one,'" she explained to him, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. "A lot of people think that this bond is where the idea of soulmates originated from."
"Soulmates?" Stiles muttered dubiously, scratching his head.
Stiles, Jessie, and Scott watched the other players lobbing ball after ball at the net, trying to make one in, only for whoever was in the goal to catch every single one of them with his net.
"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asked.
The three watched on as the goalie took his helmet off, revealing a dark blond pale boy with light eyes dancing with laughter. He looked young. Younger than them. Jessie thought he might be around her sister's age.
Feeling eyes boring into her face, Beth turned towards the field to see the goalie staring. Beth turned to the other three and asked, "Who is that?"
"That's Liam. I think he's a new freshman."
"He's cute," Beth observed lightly.
Scott was struggling against Sean's hold. He had to stop Liam from falling to his death. He was innocent. But he was slipping, and Scott just couldn't get his arms free from Sean's hold. It was a desperate, madness filled moment of insanity, when Scott jerked his head forward and clamped his jaws around Liam's arm just as his grip on the roof gave way.
Liam shrieked in pain. Scott's teeth almost burned into his skin and blood. Scott realized the gravity of his actions.
Liam shook his head, sobbing, "They can't see me like this."
Scott bent his head towards Liam, guessing his fears, "Like a monster?"
Tearfully, Liam nodded, still looking towards the ground.
Scott slowly stood and said, "You're not a monster. You're a werewolf. Like me," letting his eyes glow red as Liam finally met his eyes.
"What is this?" Georgie asked, confused.
SEAN WALCOTT 250,000
DAVID WALCOTT 250,000
MICHAEL WALCOTT 250,000
CHRISTINA WALCOTT 250,000
LYDIA MARTIN 20,000,000
SCOTT MCCALL 25,000,000
JESSICA HANSEN 25,000,000
DEMARCO MONTANA 250,000
DEREK HALE 15,000,000
CARRIE HUDSON 500,000
KAYLEEN BETTCHER 250,000
KIRA YUKIMURA 6,000,000
Lydia spoke with dread, "It's a list of supernaturals in Beacon Hills. It's a dead pool. And we're all on it."
The sun. The moon. The truth.
VISUAL CONFIRMATION IS REQUIRED.
Lydia urged her, desperate, "Meredith, who doesn't want you to tell us the third cipher key?"
Meredith stared at them, seeming full of fear, "The Benefactor."
"Do foxes not have homosexual relationships?"
"What if..." Gavin started speaking hesitantly, nervously, "what if I lived here?"
Melissa gaped at him, "You're serious..."
He nodded, finding her expression cute. "I love you. I want you in my life. Scott, too. Is that so bad?"
"All right Miss Jude let's take a look," the ultrasound technician cheered as she wheeled up and put jelly on Marissa's belly.
Derek kept his eyes on the screen and his ears on their baby's heartbeat, holding tightly to Marissa's hand. A whooshing sound of their child's heart came over the speakers at the same time the screen became less fuzzy and they got a look at their daughter's shape.
Marissa whispered, "She looks perfect..."
Scott locked eyes with Jessie next to him, unconsciously conversing with her through their stare. She gave him a small nod. "I don't care. No one else dies," he insisted to the older men. "Everyone on that list. Everyone on that Dead Pool. It doesn't matter if they're wendigos, or werewolves, or whatever. I'm gonna save everyone."
"I need the number of the CDC. Yes, the Center for Disease Control."
Jessie was starting to panic outside the school, "Scott and Beth are in there!"
"Who is Beth?" Rafe asked.
"My sister," Jessie told him. "I can't lose them, Rafe."
Rafe awkwardly but readily brought the young girl in for a hug. "Nothing is going to happen to any of them."
Sheriff Stilinski pulled Lydia over to the side, "Lydia... Do you have any kind of... Indication? Any kind of feeling about this? Is someone in there going to die?"
Lydia whispered grimly, "Yes. And it's not just a feeling."
Simon smirked as he pressed the muzzle of the gun flesh with the skin of Stiles' forehead.
"So, the idea is, what if you kill someone on the dead pool, but you can't send the proof?" Jessie posed for the group.
Scott looked gravely at his love, "Are you sure?"
Jessie nodded confidently, "I'll see you when I wake up."
Scott took her hand briefly, "I'll be the first face you see."
"Back off!" Chris ordered his little sister.
Kate chuckled, "You sure you can pull the trigger fast enough?"
"I don't want to," he admitted.
"You're not going to kill me," Kate smiled confidently.
Connor appeared behind her and cocked his gun at the back on her head, "But I don't have those qualms."
JESSICA MALLORY SANGE TORVUS HANSEN
AUGUST 24, 1995 – JANUARY 22, 2013
Haigh tossed the now empty red bucket away and stood off to the side. Jordan stared at him incredulously, "You're just gonna stand there? You're just gonna listen to a fellow Deputy burn to death?"
The Sheriff went to answer when they all heard some commotion outside. They peered out the office window to see Jordan, nude except for the tatters of his pants, skin blackened by ash, holding Haigh by his throat against the wall.
"You're dead," they could hear Haigh choke out.
Scott frowned. "If the dead pool really was made by a Banshee then there's something else that you should know about. Your name broke the third list. It was a cipher key."
"Names picked by a Banshee," Derek said.
"It... It could mean that you're in danger," Scott told him, not wanting to think the worse.
"Scott, Banshees don't predict danger. They predict death."
UNBORN HALE 5
Scott's weak head lolled over to look at her, and he realized that Jessie was being forced to transform. Her eyes were glowing, her teeth were out, and-
"AH!" the man holding her shouted as her sharp nails sliced into his arms.
He dropped her, and she blindly kicked behind her. He grunted as he fell onto his ass. She slashed at the air, not being able to see exactly where the other attackers were. And they grabbed for her arms to disable her.
The one who spoke to Scott, took out a box knife, "Maybe we should slit her throat for good measure."
Scott panicked, "Jessie!"
"Scott!"
Scott looked up as heard Jessie's voice and saw her sprinting to him under a hail of bullets. They met in the middle and clutched each other for a moment before diving into the fray.
"You are about to become something unrecognizable to your friends." Kate walked around the table, holding the mask over his face, "They won't know what they're fighting. Or killing."
Scott started struggling with his bounds, thrashing desperately to get out of them, "Kate, hold on..." But she just grinned as she started lowering it onto his face and he begged for her to stop and screamed for her not to, "No, Kate, no!"
"Scott!" Jessie yelled, her voice echoing all around her. She tried to pull free from the shackles, but that only proved to make them dig more into her skin and seer into her.
"SCOTT!"
Georgie jumped and ran into the fray. She raised her hand and the skin of her forearms turned an almost glowing red color, like the wires of a conventional oven were beneath her skin. And it started to burn quickly, like lighting a match. Suddenly the palms of her hands were bright red and then flames were shooting out of them, heading right for the beserker's head.
"Jessica, you have to get up, sweetheart." Jessie gasped as she looked over and saw her father. But not Hunter Hansen. Wesley Sange. He was just a little tanner than her, hair lighter and straighter, brown eyes, tall. But she knew it was him.
"You were never an Alpha, Peter. But you were always a monster."
"Forever."
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