The Curious Case of Corey Bryant

Fusedtwilight: Hey guys hope you are all enjoying the story. I think this story will either be one more chapter or two. We're just about at the end of it and I hope you have all enjoyed the story.


Chapter 3

Once upon a time in the land of Éire, before the Romans invaded, and the Vikings terrorized her shores, before Lycaon went to the Druids to help him and his sons with their curse there was a young woman named Morrígan.

She was born to the chieftain of her clan. His youngest child and only daughter, many expected her to be a boy and the chieftain already had six sons. But both he and his wife were proud to welcome her into the world.

Her birth was not easy, she was born on the darkest, coldest winters night in her clans memory. Her birth took a terrible toll on her mother who almost lost her life bringing her into the world. The second her screams filled the hut her father knew she was special. He claimed he could hear the voice of the gods spewing from her mouth and this she was named in honor of the war goddess her clan worshiped.

Though they did offer prayer to many of the other gods as they were meant to the clan had a special place for the goddess Morrígan in their hearts.

Morrígan grew up to be strong, she could wrestle even her eldest brother into submission and she was a talented hunter. She had hair like fresh blood and skin white as snow and eyes like grass on a warm springs day. She was the pride and joy of her people. Adventurous, spirited and cunning. Many of the men desired her. But Morrígan was fickle and though she enjoyed their attention she was not one for romance.

One day her clan came to blows with another over territory and after many months of terrible, blood soaked battles her father and the chieftain of the other clan parlayed and came to an agreement. Morrígan and the son of the other clans chieftain would be fasted and the two clans would join.

She wasn't thrilled with this arrangement. She would have much rather continued the war and wiped the other clan out. But she wasn't so bloodthirsty to ignore a chance for peace and a better life for her clan.

Her betrothed was handsome and a good warrior, she was sure in time she could learn to love him and thus she agreed to the marriage.

So they were fasted on the night of a full moon. It was a wonderful night; the moon shined high in the sky and the stars twinkled as if they were dancing. Meat was devoured, songs were sung, and it seemed like all would be well.

Until treachery struck, the other clan had deceived Morrígan's people. They had poisoned the food and while they were weak they were struck down. Morrígan watched in horror as her father, mother and brothers were all murdered.

She had tried to defend them, having eaten very little that night she had avoided the poison. She fought with a ferocity that was legendary but even she couldn't fight off so many warriors.

By the end of the night her clan was dead, every man, woman and child. Already her home was being plundered for its riches as her betrothed's men went from hut to hut and setting them aflame. Taking what loot they could find and severing the heads of her family to put on spikes.

As a last act of cowardice and spite her husband took her by force. When the act was done, his men beat her and left her to die, surrounded by her burning home and the remains of her clan.

Let what happened next be a testament to the fury of a woman for it truly has no bounds. For many would have been broken and eagerly would have welcomed death for a release from the pain of such horror. But Morrígan did not know defeat, she did not know peace. She rejected death for she was not ready to die. She could not die, she refused.

Through sheer force of will she managed to make her way to the Nemeton where the Druids made their sacrifices to the gods. Morrígan bared herself to them, screaming her rage and fury for all to hear: She did not go unheard.

The Morrígan. The goddess of war, fate, the crow of death and the lady of sovereignty appeared to her most loyal servant. Morrígan offered her life for what it was worth, begging for her patrons divine help.

"I have never asked yee of anything. I have been they most loyal servant and will continue to serve thee long after mine bones are dust. Mine clan is dead, betrayed by those who we sought to make our kin. For this violation I do beg thee. Help me in mine quest for vengeance!"

Moved by the mortals fiery spirit and horrified by the act done to her loyal servants the Morrígan did as she requested. Using her power to summon the wild magic to heal her and transform her into something more than human.

"As an act of love for thee and they beloved clan I doth gift you with great power mine child. You spat death in the face and so death will be yours to call. No longer are yee a mere woman but something so much more. I bind this power to thine very blood so your daughters may share it. They shall roam this earth. Harbingers they shall be and protectors they be. Go forth my beloved daughter, let they scream herald thy fury!"

And so Morrígan went to her husbands clan while they laughed and drank over their evil deed. They stared in shock as she appeared to them, healed but still wearing her sullen gown.

"Bastards and oath breakers all of you. I curse your clan to be forgotten but to roam this world forever hunting for souls. My clan will find peace this night, but I swear yours never will!"

And she let out a scream of rage that shook the earth. Thunder flashed in the sky though there wasn't a cloud to be seen. It struck the ground and the Riders of the Hunt appeared and Morrígan watched in glee as her betrayers and tormentors were taken. Their souls harvested and their bodies turned into soulless husks.

Morrígan left her ancestral lands. Be it the memories of her loss that drove her away or death which called to her now she wandered the lands. Foretelling death where she went and sometimes she was able to save the lives of the innocent.

But as fate would have it she soon became fat with child, a result of her violation by her husband and with the help of kind folks she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who would inherit her mothers powers as did all the women of her bloodline. Thus the Wailing Women, the Banshee's did come to be.

But Morrígan wasn't like her daughter or the rest of her line. She was the first of her kind. Touched by the divine and woven into the fabric of the Otherworld itself.

Though death did come one by one for all the women in her family, it never came for her.


After they finished talking to Mason, the trio went back inside the school, leaving Finstock to deal with the lacrosse players to awaken with no memory of their abduction. Finstock was more than happy to care for his players though it was more out of his desire to stay out of the packs business than concern for the boys.

"This is getting way over my pay grade. You guys deal with this."

So now Parrish, Theo and Nolan stood in front of the rift. Nolan had filled Parrish in on Theo's new healing ability.

"Don't suppose you have any more tricks up your sleeve?" he asked.

"If I do, I hope it is something useful," Theo said.

"Maybe we should wait for Scott," Nolan said.

"We can't wait for him. We have to try and stop Corey now!" Theo argued.

"Did you contact him?"

"I texted him."

"And?"

"He said to wait for him and Malia. Stiles is tied up in Quantico and Lydia is dealing with some Banshee stuff."

"But we're not going to wait are we?" Nolan asked.

Theo looked at him with a smirk. "What do you think?"

"Well, lets do this then," Parrish said.

He began to strip. Taking off his belt and uniform until he stood wearing only his undies. They watched as he erupted in flame and he began to walk to the rift.

"I always wondered why his briefs never burn up," Nolan said.

"Must be flame-redundant," Theo sarcastically replied.

Parrish thrust his hands into the rift, he could feel its energies fighting against his fire. He pried it open and shouted for Theo and Nolan to hurry through. Once they ran through it he followed.

"Did it work?" Nolan asked once they were on the other side. It appeared as though they were still in the basement of the school.

"It worked, I can feel it," Parrish said looking around.

"I can smell something human. Must be the Drones that passed through here. Let's go," Theo said.

They walked down the hall, Nolan had his crossbow at the ready. Theo had his claws out, ready to tear anything apart that dared stand between him and Liam.

They walked up the stairs and opened the door. Instead of finding the hallways of Beacon Hills they found-

"A bank?" Nolan asked.

They stepped into the room. It was massive, the walls were white and there was a second floor. The vault had a strange symbol on it. "Wait, isn't this First National?" Nolan asked. "They closed a few months after they opened."

"Yeah, Stilinski worked the case," Parrish said.

"I don't get it, why would there be a bank here?" Nolan asked.

"The Ghost Riders used the train station to hold their victims. Maybe this has a similar purpose," Theo said.

"But you said they left town."

"Doesn't mean there are not other things here. Remember, Halwyn trapped the Anuk-ite here. For all we know there could be other creatures that live here," Parrish said.

"Wait, I hear something!" Theo said.

They quickly hid behind a pillar. Soon they heard the sounds of a woman angrily speaking to someone.

"I don't know why they don't hurry up and take care of this! The situation is getting out of hand! First, we lose an entire town and only got one Nazi shifter to show for it, now come science experiment is altering the whole damn structure!"

A woman appeared walking through one of the doors. She was tall at six foot three, with hair so blonde it was almost white, tied up in a tight bun. She had a bluetooth in her ear, speaking to someone and she wore a gray secretarial uniform.

She stopped at one of the desks and grabbed some files.. "Orders or no orders if something isn't done soon I am going to higher management. This is absolutely ridiculous. I don't know what the Huntsman is playing at!"

She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "Hilda I'll call you back. Yes I can handle things here. I'll see you soon. Bye." She turned her blue tooth off and stood up. "I know you are there. I can sense you Hellhound."

Parrish looked at Nolan and Theo. They both nodded. They moved around the pillar. The woman surveyed them with a cool expression.

"Hmm, I take it you are not here to deposit them?" she asked nodding to Theo and Nolan.

"My name is deputy Jordan Parrish."

"Yes, I know who you are. I read your file," she said waving her hand. "You died when you attempted to diffuse a bomb, however the reawakening of the Bacon Hills Nemeton allowed for a Hellhound to be sent to the mortal world and you were its chosen."

"Who or what are you?" Theo asked.

"That is not your concern, I am more interested in what you three are doing here?" she asked.

"I don't have time for this!" Theo growled.

He flicked out his claws and the woman just snorted. She pulled out a ballpoint pen and when she clicked it it turned into a five foot long spear. "Mines bigger little boy."

Nolan noticed the spear had Norse runes carved onto the wood. "Wait, you're a Valkyrie!" he said.

She looked rather impressed. "Well, someone is very observant."

"We are just looking for our friends. We don't want any trouble," Parrish said.

Her eyes narrowed. "Hmm, I take it you mean that creature with the powers of the Hunt who has been making a mess of things."

"He is our friend. We are trying to stop him and free the people he has taken."

She got a contemplative look on her face. "Technically you haven't broken any rules, and you might help me rid myself of that little pain."

The spear transformed back into a pen and she put it in her pocket. "Very well. Follow me."

"No way!" Theo snarled.

"We share a common goal boy. I help you find your friend and you help me by getting him out my hair. He is a total nuisance!"

"What did he do to you?" Nolan asked.

She waved her hand around the bank. "Look at this! Does this look like an appropriate place to store souls?"

"Souls?" Nolan asked with a squeak.

"Yes. This is where the souls of the Ghost Riders are stored for safe keeping." she pointed to the vault. "Right in there. Everyone who joins the Hunt has their essence hollowed out, and we put it in there."

"Why?" Theo asked.

"Well we have to put it somewhere don't we?" she asked with a shrug. "My sisters are out gathering spirits. Today was my day to keep watch."

"What does that have to do with Corey?" Parrish asked.

"Because ever since he showed up your friend has been altering the landscape to his whims. One day I am dressed in my leather and furs next I am dressed like this!" she made a face of disgust. "This isn't a warriors garb, this is something a slave would ware!

"So you'll help us find Corey?" Nolan asked.

"I can point you in the right direction. Unfortunately the powers that be have ordered he not be bothered. Otherwise I would have skinned him myself. Come along now."

She turned and walked away, not even bothering to check and see if they would follow.

"No way can we trust her," Theo said.

"Not like we have a choice," Parrish replied.

"We can take her!"

"I think we should be careful. I read about Valkyries. They are servants of Odin. They travel to places where battles take place. They take the souls of slain warriors to Odin's hall in Valhalla or to the goddess Freyja in Fólkvangr," Nolan said.

"She's just one women!" Theo exclaimed. "We are a Chimera, a Hellhound and a reformed Hunter. We...can...take...her!"

"We don't know what she is capable of Theo. Think about it, why would they leave only one guard for this place?" Nolan argued.

"Well it's not like they have to worry about people coming in and out!" Theo argued back.

"And yet here we are!"

Before they could continue arguing a soft voice interrupted them. "He is right you know."

All three of them jumped. They hadn't heard the woman approach, yet here she was standing in front of them looking rather irritated.

"If I wanted to, I could kill the both of you easily."

"You won't hurt them," Parrish said, his eyes glowing fiery orange.

She smiled. "Sidde."

Parrish dropped to the floor, sitting on his butt and looking at the Valkyrie like a dog waiting for it's next command.

"Good boy," she said petting him on the head. "Look, like I said. I can't interfere. But if I send you off to save your little mutant friend you either succeed and things go back to normal around here or you fail and you become his new little bitches. Either way, I win."

She looked down at Parrish and began to trace his hair with her fingers. "Wow, you have really nice hair."

"Just, show us the way!" Theo grumbled.

The woman nodded and turned and began to walk again. Parrish stood up, his expression stony. "Do not speak of what just happened to anyone."

"Oh I am telling everyone!" Theo said happily.

Before Parrish could reply Theo began to follow the woman. Nolan leaned closer to Parrish. "I won't tell."

"Thanks Nolan," Parrish said with a weak smile.

As they followed the woman Nolan walked next to Theo. Keeping his crossbow at the ready in case she decided to pull something.

"I hope Mason is okay. I can only imagine how scared he must be right now."


"You know, your hands are softer than I thought they would be," Mason said.

Corey and he were in a large bathtub. When the drones came to take him for his bath after he had time to rest he was led to what he assumed would be his bathroom, he was instead shocked to find a large opulent bathroom that Mason recognized from one of the travel magazines he liked to read.

This was from an issue talking about popular winter getaways Mason was hoping the pack could do this winter.

Corey had been there, waiting for him in the tub which was filled scented soap. Candles lined the floor creating a path for Mason to follow, next to the edge of the tub was a bowel of M&M's.

It was all so romantic; to bad Corey looked like he just walked off a Guillermo del Toro movie. But damn if he still didn't have some nice, strong hands!

"Nothing but the best for you," Corey said kissing his shoulder.

Corey reached out with his tail and grabbed the bowel and offered it to Mason. "Thanks babe."

Mason kissed his cheek and took some M&M's. He popped them into his mouth and leaned closer to Corey, exchanging a few into his mouth.

Mason broke the kiss and smiled at Corey. "You spoil me so bad Corey."

"All for you Mason." Corey reached into the bowl and threw a single M&M into the air, his tongue shot out and snatched it out of the air.

"Cool! What else can you do with that tongue?"

Corey gave a devilish grin. Though with the shape of his face it as hard to tell. He put the bowel back and his body disappeared under the water.

"Corey what are you – oh my God!" Mason leaned against the tub as Corey serviced him. "I could get used to this!"


"So what's your name?" Nolan asked.

"Asa," she replied.

"And you're a Valkyrie?"

"Yes."

"What's that like?"

"I fly around battlefields and harvest the souls of slain warriors, mostly. Always fun watching men slaughter one another."

"Oh..kay."

Asa led them up several flights of stairs. No one had spoken and Nolan hated long silences so he figured he try and make some conversation.

They looked up to see how many more floors they had and was shocked to find that he couldn't even see the ceiling. "How much further?" Theo asked impatiently.

"Calm your tits, we're here."

She walked over through a door and they followed her. They were in a large, gray room with a silver metal door. She took out a long metal key and inserted it into the keyhole of the metal door. Several large gears began to turn, and it opened.

They walked out onto a large hill that was more like a mountain. The moon shined brightly in the sky and the stars twinkled like diamonds their numbers far greater than anything seen on earth. Most shocking of all was the aurora which danced in the sky. With the exception of Asa they all marveled at the beauty of the sky.

"Do you smell that?" Nolan asked taking a deep breath.

"Yeah. It smells so...pure," Parrish said.

If Nolan and his basic human sense of smell could detect it imagine what it must be like for those like Theo with their enhanced sense of smell. Nolan remembered reading how the Greek gods breathed the pure upper air of the heavens known as Aether.

Nolan imagines if this is what Aether is like, so pure, fresh, clean. His lungs felt like they were being purified by all the smoke, smog and other poisons and toxins he had inhaled throughout his life.

"Through here you will make your way to your friend. His base is past the glass field." she pointed a finger, and they followed to where she was pointing. They realized there was a vast black plane dotted with hills black as soot and judging from the smoke and orange glow it was on fire.

Beyond that was a group of buildings that resembled the industrial area of Beacon Hills. But they could also make out some other buildings that did not belong there.

"Now, before you traverse the glass fields, I must warn you they are the home to the Hellhounds."

"Hellhounds?" they all said turning to look at Asa.

She smiled over at Parrish. "Excited to see your old stomping grounds?"

Parrish looked at the blackened earth. There was a sense of familiarity about that place.

"I must warn you unlike me the Hellhounds will be less tolerant of your intrusion into this world. They leave the abomination alone because if the Ghost Rider power in him. The rest of you–she pointed to Nolan and Theo–are at risk of becoming fried kibbles'n bits."

"Is there no other way?" Theo asked.

"Going through the field is the most direct route. But do not stray from the path. This world may seem beautiful, but it has its own dangers. I would be surprised if you didn't get killed before you reach the fields."

"I shall guide them."

They all looked around trying to find the owner of the voice that just spoke. It had been female and had a strong Irish accent.

"Who said that?" Theo asked, his claws out, ready for a fight.

"I did."

"Look!" Nolan said pointing to a nearby tree where a crow sat on one of the branches.

"Don't be dumb Nolan, it's just a crow," Theo said.

"I'm a bit more than a mere crow boyo," the crow spoke.

Theo stared at it dumbstruck while Nolan smiled at him. "See, told you."

The crow flew down, landing in front of them. "Take a hike Asa. I will handle this lot."

Asa seemed shocked and a little flustered. Maybe she was not used to taking orders from a bird. Or maybe she knew exactly who this crow was.

"Of-of course. I need to get back to work. Good luck to you!"

She quickly turned and made her way back inside. The metal door closed behind her.

"So, you're all friends with that little chameleon boy?" the crow asked.

"Yes...and who are you?" Parrish asked.

She flew up and began to circle around their heads. "Just a local girl with an interest in current events. Been keeping an eye on this Corey boy o'yours. Making a right mess o'things in the Otherworld. Thats what happens when a bunch of mad human scientists start acting the maggot and go messing with the supernatural."

"And why do you want to help us?" Theo asked.

"Because boyo, it has been entertaining watching him run amok. But things are starting to get a wee bit out oh hand. Plus who doesn't enjoy a nice little adventure?"

"You were the one who erased the lacrosse players memories!" Theo accused.

"What?" Parrish asked.

"I found a crows feather on the ground. Now here we have a talking crow that wants to help."

They all looked at the crow with various levels of suspicion. The crow began to laugh which sounded more like a croak. "You got me boyo, I went and did you a favor. Your town is still suffering from the Anuk-ite running amok. Folk round your parts are still reeling from what happened. If they found out that something inhuman was going around causing this ruckus they'd go bonkers."

"What do you care?" Parrish asked.

"Are you daff man?" she asked fixing Parrish with a hard glare. "Humans are pathetically sensitive. Seriously, they post on the tweeter and next thing you know they are trending their hurt feelings and acting like total morans."

"It's Twitter. Not tweeter," Nolan corrected her.

"Whatever. The point is you've all seen how far humans can go when they feel their actions are justified. The consequences of what happened in your town is going to resonate for generations. We're lucky the whole world hasn't learned of the supernatural world. It'd be a mad house. Riots, wars, people spending more time talking about social injustices instead of doing something about it. Best we keep that shite under wraps eh?"

"She has a point," Nolan said.

"This doesn't feel right," Theo said.

"We're talking to a crow while trying to find our friends in an alternate dimension. What about this should feel right?"

"Times wasting boys. It's a lot further from her to their. Like Asa said there are a lot of dangers besides the Hellhounds. You don't know this world like I do."

"We don't have a choice. I think we should accept her help," Nolan said.

"Bless your soul lad," the crow said.

"I don't see any other choice Theo. We don't have time to waste," Parrish said.

Theo rolled his eyes. "Fine, lets just go."

"Excellent!" the crow flew down and landed on top of Nolan's head. She fluffed his hair a little and settled down.

Nolan looked at Parrish and Theo, neither one knew what to do or say.

"Umm, excuse me ma'am?"

"Yes lad?"

"Why are you sitting on my head?" he asked.

"You don't expect me to fly the whole way do ya?" she asked. "Besides, your hair is simply wonderful!"

Nolan smiled. "Really?"

"Oh yes. So soft and it smells nice. When we get a chance could you give me a wee bit of your hair?" she asked. "I'd be the envy of all the others birds."

"Sure."

"If you're done can we hurry up already?" Theo asked.

"Fine, fine. Lets go. Make sure you all do exactly what I say, else this will go bad for ya."

They headed for the glass planes. Theo and Parrish kept a close watch on the crow and she sat perched on top of Nolan's head.

"So what is your name?" he asked her.

"Call me Morrígan lad."


"Corey this is way too much," Mason said staring at the tables of food that had been prepared for them.

They were outside the schools food court. The tables had a variety of foods, sweets, fruits, salads. There were even two fountains of white and dark chocolate fondue.

"Nothing but the best for you," Corey said. He grabbed a fork and stabbed a strawberry with it, he dipped it in the white chocolate fondue and waved it in front of Mason's face.

Seeing no other option–and feeling rather peckish–Mason accepted the strawberry and tried not to moan as the sweet flavors made his mouth tingle.

"Dig in everyone!" Corey said and the other drones began to grab plates to gather food.

Mason was chewing on another strawberry-fondue when he saw Stilinski approach with some of his deputies. Seeing him as a drone shouldn't have surprised him, yet the sight of the sheriff with petrified skin and glowing green eyes made him choke a little.

Liam patted his back while Corey spoke with Stilinski. Mason listened carefully.

"Sir, Finstock and his boys have not returned."

"Hmm. Theo hasn't come with Nolan yet either. He should have brought him to me hours ago. Nolan doesn't have the skill to handle Theo or the lacrosse team, not on his own anyway."

"Parrish must have helped him .Should we return to the school and look for them?"

Corey shook his head. "No. We have enough numbers now. Once the party is over, we will resume our mission."

"Are you okay?" Liam asked him.

"Yeah, I am fine. Liam listen, you have to snap out of this. Corey is going to turn the whole world into drone. Like you!"

Liam nodded. "We will all be part of the lounge."

"Liam, look at yourself, this isn't you!" Mason hissed. "We have to help Corey. Remember what we were trying to do before you became one of his drones? Remember Theo, remember Nolan?"

"Yes. Our pack. Our friends. They will join us soon. We will hunt together forever. Corey and you will lead us all Mason. It will be perfect. Forever...wants some steak?"

Mason sighed and rubbed his head. "Yeah man, sure."

Liam patted his shoulder in a comforting manner. "Don't worry Mason. Everything will be fine. No more fighting. No more wars. No more shifters and hunters fighting and killing one another. There will be peace."

Liam left to go and grab Mason some food. Corey came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his stomach. "Is it good?" Corey asked.

Mason leaned against him. "Of course it is," Mason replied.

He looked up and noticed the sky. "Where are we exactly?"

"Not sure. Don't try to run away though. Lots of dangerous things here. If you see any glowing lights don't follow them. They'll-"


"Lead ya to your death," Morrígan said.

They were walking through the glass plane. It was both beautiful and horrifying at the same time. The ground was blacked and trees of molten glass jutted from the ground. There were fissures in the earth where glowing orange light glowed from.

The moonlight was so bright it shined off the glass trees and cast beautiful multicolored light.

Parrish had noticed the dancing lights in the distance and had questioned whether they should go inspect them.

"Nasty little bastards those wisps. Love leading people to their deaths. Toss a stone in that direction."

Parrish bent down and picked up a small stone, he threw it in the direction of the wisp. The second it hit the ground there was and explosion of fire.

"Just as I thought."

"So this is supposed to be home to Hellhounds?" Nolan asked.

"Aye lad. Fearsome beasts they are. Once they were dogs. Not those tame wee things humans love to carry around and fatten up. No these dogs were wild. The kind that could fight bears and were trained to fight with their masters in wars. But they were transformed by the wild magic of the world. They became spirits of immense power."

Nolan looked over at Parrish. "So you're a Hellhound?"

"I have a Hellhound in me," Parrish replied.

"As I figured. On your world Hellhounds are unable to take physical form, they need a host. But not just any host, someone who is passing between the veil. Just as the soul is betwixt life and death they pass into the body and make themselves right at home."

"Why can't they take physical form?" Nolan asked. "I read Kitsune are spirits and they can posses people and take different forms."

Morrígan tapped her beak gently against the top of his head, Theo imagined it was her way of patting him on the head. "Bless your heart. You're a deadly smart one! Ya have to remember my little beauty–Nolan blushed at the nickname–the word spirit has a deeper meaning. To you modern youngsters it means something like a ghost. But spirit has many meanings. It can mean a being who has attained a level of power and wisdom beyond what mere mortals are capable of. Transcendence of the mind and body and soul."

"But why do Hellhounds only posses those who are dying?" Parrish asked.

Morrígan moved her wings which might have been her way of shrugging. "It's one of them daft rules nature seems to pull out of her ass. Mayhap it is because Hellhounds are guardians of death and all that. Either way in your world they need a host. Here however they have form and substance."

They all stopped walking. Theo and Parrish turned to look at Morrígan while Nolan raised his head a little, trying to get a better look at her without tossing her off his head.

"You mean...they can take a physical form here?" Parrish asked with an uneasy expression.

"Of course my fella. This is the Otherworld, the rules are different here than on your world. This is a world or magic where metaphysics hold sway. Here Hellhounds don't need a host. Let me tell ya, take one gander at them in their true form and you'll be pissing yourselves."

A howl broke through the night. It wasn't the howl of a wolf, nor a Werewolf. Yet the three men were familiar with both to recognize the sound of what it meant.

"Hmm, sounds like they caught your scent. Best to crack on."

"Let's go!" Parrish yelled and they began to run.

"Pace yourselves now!" Morrígan cried, holding tight to Nolan's hair.

"Stop!" Parrish said holding up his fist.

"What is it?" Theo asked.

Parrish was looking around. "I...I know this place."

"Course you do fella. Hellhound in you lived here with his kin before he left to perform his duty in the mortal world," Morrígan said.

"Come on we need to go!" Theo said.

Parrish shook his head. "No you don't understand. I know this place...it's...it's their den."

"Wait what?"

Just then the ground began to rumble and fiery fissures began to crack the ground. Fire began to fly from them, Nolan did not see such a fissure growing beneath him, about to spew hellfire onto him. Luckily for him Morrígan did. She gripped his hair in her talons and lifted him off the ground and carried him to safety.

"Careful now my beauty, wouldn't want those precious locks to be fried before ya can give me that lock you promised."

"You're stronger than you look?" Nolan said as she sat him down.

"I am many things lad," she said with a laugh.

"Is it some kind of earthquake?" Theo asked.

Parrish's eyes began to glow, fire coated his body and his fangs grew. "No. They are here."

Theo and Nolan stood close to Parrish, close as they could without being burned by him. Something was stirring in the fissures. They could hear terrible snarls and growls. Then they came, at first they thought it was more glass moving from the ground. But they quickly realized it was bodies. Black-skinned hounds began to crawl from the vents.

Ginormous beasts, they were all hairless and their skin was black as oil. Their eyes glowed with the same orange fire like Parrish and they had the same fiery cracks he did. Their nails were long and thin and like their teeth (which were just as sharp) looked like volcanic glass.

Dozens of them emerged, Morrígan was right about them wanting to piss themselves at the sight of these creatures (good thing Nolan already went before they went into the rift).

They prowled around, snarling at them. Theo tried to growl at them but his voice was weaker in comparison. Parrish took a step forward and let out a roar that sounded throughout the air. The Hellhounds stopped and perked their ears up.

One of the hounds stepped forward. "Brother!"

Nolan felt his knees go limp. He had to try really hard and not fall to the ground and start praying. The beast sounded like a giant oven filled with crackling wood had been given a voice.

"You are returned to us."

Parrish's face went blank, when he spoke it was deeper and more resonating. "I come to protect the balance. A creature made from science has infiltrated this world."

The pack snarled. The flames that covered their bodies became brighter, a sign of their anger.

"We know. We would have hunted the abomination and rendered him to shreds. But we were told not to approach him unless he becomes a threat."

"He already is a threat. One that must be dealt with," Parrish, or rather the Hellhound inside him replied.

"We have no problem with that. You may pass, but the creature who travels with you will be our next meal."

Nolan and Theo assumed defensive stances. Theo raised his claws and Nolan raised his crossbow. Both knew their weapons wouldn't save them. Not from this, but they were not going down without a fight.

"That one is an abomination as well. He posseses power he should not. A threat to the balance he is. He can not be allowed to breed, his spawn could upset everything!"

"Theo is trying to help you!" Nolan yelled, trying to keep his voice from trembling. "We just came here to help our friends. Just let us go and we will take care of things for you."

"Child of man, you should not be here. We overlook your trespass, you would not be the first mortal to come here. But your companion can't be allowed to live."

"Parrish, little help man!" Nolan said.

Parrish didn't look at any of them. His expression remained stony.

"Don't bother, that's not Parrish," Theo told him.

The Hellhounds began to press forward, Theo could feel the heat of their bodies.

"Parrish come on man we could really use your help!" Nolan yelled trying to wake Parrish up from his trance.

"And this is where I come in," Morrígan said.

She flew off Nolans head and up into the air. She spread her wings wide and let out a cry that was disturbingly familiar to Theo and Nolan.

"She's a Banshee!" Nolan yelled.

They watched as the form of a crow melted away. It reminded Nolan how Theo transformed into his wolf form. Morrígan's form became like water, expanding and smoothly changing from something avian to something human.

Within seconds the crow was gone and in its place was a woman, she floated in the air then slowly descended to the ground, her bare feet touched the ground, seemingly not bothered by the hot surface.

She had pale skin and long wavy red hair the color of fresh blood which she kept pulled back in a loose ponytail. Here eyes were green like grass in the spring. Her nails were painted black and the top part of her face was covered in blue paint. She wore a pair of metal vambraces and black leather pants with a matching black corset.

She was very beautiful, but there was something terrible about it. Like the final moment before the sun set or perhaps the final kiss between two lovers. She was both alluring and somehow frightening.

"The lady!"

The hounds began to crowed around her. Going from scary deadly beasts to scary, cuddly dogs in a matter of seconds. Morrígan reached out with her hands to pet their faces and kiss their snouts. It was rather cute...in a Cliver Barker kind of way.

"My precious darlings. I knew ya are just doing ya jobs. But perhaps you can let this wee lad go?"

"But he is a threat to the balance lady," one of the hounds said as she tickled his chin.

"Oh come now, the boy is trying to help keep the balance. That is why he is here. You know I wouldn't say these words if they were not true."

"No." The words came from Parrish's mouth but it was not Parrish who spoke them. "We must protect the supernatural. The boy is a Chimera. A child of the Doctor's of Dread. One of only two left in the world. I allowed them to remain after the Beast was defeated because I did not think they could be a threat. But the Bryant boy has proven me wrong. I will correct this error. I will kill Theo Raeken then I will kill Corey Bryant."

Morrígan sighed and went to stand by the boys. "Listen to me lads. When I give you the signal go. Your friends are in there." she pointed a finger to the largest building off in the distance. "Be careful though, lots of those Ghost Rider wannabes running around."

"What are you going to do?" Nolan asked.

"I'll deal with these mutts. Go save your friends," she replied giving him a playful wink.

"By yourself?" Nolan asked horrified by the idea of her fighting these creatures all by herself.

"Relax, I've fought worse than this. Now be a good lad and come here."

Nolan walked closer to her. She reached out and grabbed some of his hair and with a swipe of her finger she cut a clump of his hair off.

"Hey!" Nolan yelled.

"Sorry sweetie." she placed the hair in a pouch on her belt. "Now. Time to put these bitches in their place."

She brought her fists back and slammed them together, letting out an unholy scream that sent all the Hellhounds flying back.

"Alright boys, stop acting the maggot and crack on to your friends."

"Come on!" Theo said grabbing Nolan's arm and they ran past the Hellhounds which were starting to get up.

When they saw the pair running a group of them took off after them. Before they could catch them several of the glass trees broke and fell, blocking the hounds path from their prey.

"Heel," Morrígan said.

The hounds circled around her. Parrish stood before her. "My lady I do not wish to fight you. I merely wish to do my duty."

"I know sweet pup. I am sorry for causing you such a haymes. But as the mother of all Banshee's it is my duty to protect the innocent. Now, tell you what. I will make a wager with ya. You and me have a nice little spar and if you win I will let you and your brothers and sister pick your teeth with the Chimera's bones. Both of them. But if I win you won't hurt a hair on either of their heads."

"I accept your terms my lady. Do not think I will go easy on you."

He brought out his claws and the fires around him flared. Morrígan simply laughed. "I'd be insulted if you did!"


"Happy Birthday dear Mason. Happy Birthday to you!" the crowed sang.

Mason took a deep breath and blew out the candles. I wish everyone would turn back, I wish everyone would turn back, I wish everyone would turn back!

"What did you wish for?" Corey asked.

"Oh you know...socks."

Corey chuckled. "Well I got you lots of those."

"Yeah, you sure did."

The piles of gifts Mason had seen hours earlier had now become a large mountain of organized presents. Mason couldn't help but wonder where these gifts were all coming from. He hoped they didn't belong to the Drones. That seemed much worse than if they broke into some store.

Corey cut off a large piece of cake and cut off a piece with a fork and fed it to Mason. "Is that apple I taste?"

Corey nodded. "I told you I would make this perfect. Because you deserve the best Mason. I know I don't deserve you. I never did."

Mason looked at Corey in shock. "Why would you think something like that?"

"I was never brave like Scott or Liam. I was never a fighter or could protect you like they could. I was never smart like you or Lydia or Stiles. All I had going for me was being able to turn invisible."

Mason hugged Corey, kissing the side of his face. "Corey listen to me and you listen good. You are a wonderful person. Just because you are not smart or strong like other people doesn't make you any lesser for it. You turned against Theo for me, you protected me when I was the Beast. You helped us fight the Ghost Riders. You told me to unplug you from Douglass's machine even when you thought it would kill you. Do you know how hard I had to fight back the instinct to protect you even if it meant sacrificing the town?"

Mason pulled back to look Corey in the eyes. Corey had a sad expression on his face.

"You figured out how to find the Ghost Riders victims. You helped us figure out what the Anuk-ite was. You fought the Hunters with us. Don't you ever think you don't deserve to be happy to Corey. You are loved. By me, by the pack. We're your family."

The two of them kissed and Mason felt Corey's face start to twitch. He pulled back and saw that for a moment it seemed as if he was about to turn back. But then the transformation stopped and his face returned to its chameleon like form.

"The day I met you was the best day of my life," Corey said. He kissed Corey's forehead and smiled. "I'm going to give you the world Corey. You'll have the perfect lounge."

"Corey wait, lets-"

"Time to dance!" Corey said.

The DJ began to play the first song. Everything I do by Bryan Adams began to play. The lights dimmed and the disco ball began to spin.

Corey held Mason tight and Mason knew he had to stop Corey. He knew he could reach him, he saw his face start to change. He knew he can reach Corey, he just has to keep pushing. He just hopes the others get here soon. They haven't tried to text and Mason was starting to get worried.


Morrígan ducked before Parrish could swipe her with his claws. True to his word he was not holding back. The other Hellhounds watched, they snarled and bared their teeth. The scent of battle made them feel anxious. No matter who won this fight they would need to hunt if not the Chimeras then something else. The fighting was causing their instincts to rise.

"Come now, are you even trying?" Morrígan asked with a mocking tone. "Mayhap you are the runt of the litter?"

Parrish smiled. "Don't get cocky, only the victor has the right to mock their opponent."

"Ya are not the first hound I have fought. Nothing is more satisfying than putting an uppity mongrel in their place!"

Parrish threw a fist of hellfire at her, she rolled on the ground, kicking out her legs, hitting him causing him to lose his footing. She brought her leg up to kick him in the face but he anticipated her attack and caught her ankle. He lifted her up and threw her in the air.

She landed on her feet, hissing at the burn on her ankle where Parrish had grabbed her.

"My host was trained in combat. I have his skills as well as my centuries of experience at my disposal!"

Morrígan stood, eyeing Parrish up and down, licking her lips. "Yes, he is quit the specimen. You chose well my friend. I can sense his warriors spirit. A protector born and bred just like yourself!"

Parrish took a deep breath, his eyes were like molten orbs. "You desire him?"

Morrígan shrugged her shoulders. "I am still a woman. Can't blame me for appreciating a gift from the gods."

"He desires you as well. I feel his body responding to you. It is odd inhabiting a human body and feeling their desires."

"You should try indulging sometimes, you might find you like it."

"I believe there is a poem about fire and desire."

He threw his hands out and a stream of hellfire flew out, Morrígan raised her hands but there was no use. She vanished in its epicenter. For a moment it looked like she would be reduced to ash, but a moment later she rose from the stream. Flying into the air, a savage smile on her face.

"I'm more of an ice kind of girl." She took a deep breath and let out a scream and focused it at Parrish. The power of it caused him to fall to his back, the ground around him began to crack and break. He remembered when the Banshee Lydia lost control of her power. Remembered shielding her friends from her scream and how it had been one of the rare times when he had felt pain.

This was a hundred times worse than that time in Eichen. Lydia was a powerful woman no doubt, but Morrígan was the first of her kind. The source of all the powers of the Wailing Women.

She landed on top of him, straddling his limp and broken form. This was the moment she had been waiting for. Since she first laid eyes on him when he was under the thrall of the lion-man creature. It was not unheard of for Morrígan to take a fancy to mortal men, especially warriors. Parrish was just her type. Strong, loyal, brave, honest. The kind of man the world needs.

The kind of man she wishes she could have had.

Some times she would travel to the mortal world to have her little dalliances with those lucky enough to catch her fancy, and Parrish was just her type.

But first she had to defeat the Hellhound controlling him.

She took a deep breath and summoned the ancient power blessed to her by the goddess herself and uttered his name.

"JORDAN PARRISH."

Her scream ripped through the air, the power of her voice raised the both of them off the ground for several feet and she watched as the fire vanished and his body returned to its human form. They fell to the ground, the air was silent save for the echoing of his name.

If she wanted to she could have ripped the Hellhound from Parrish's body. There was power even in simple names. To know the name of something it to have knowledge of it, to understand it. Though she knew his full name that alone was not enough to give her such power over him. It was not the meaning of Jordan Parrish, but rather it was the man that name belonged to.

Lydia had only uttered Mason's first name and separated him from the Beast. It wasn't just a power she had as a Banshee though that did help. It was because she understood Mason enough to put thought and feeling into action. Mason who was loyal, caring, loving, empathetic, kind. The opposite of the Beast.

Though Morrígan didn't know Parrish intimately she has studied him, observed him from the moment he awoke to the moment he fell to slumber. Ever since she first saw him, her interest in this baby Hellhound soon turned into something more personal.

Her observations gave her knowledge, knowledge became power and power became control.

The Hellhound retreated into its den, she could sense its defeat. Its submission. She had won.

She smiled, enjoying the thrill of victory. Though she would sport some good bruises and sores herself. She would cherish them, for she was a warrior born and bred. She held her ground, she fought with all her skill and strength and had won.

Now she was going to claim her spoils.

She placed her hand on his stomach, shivering the feel of his abs on her fingertips. She traced their outline, enjoying how cut they were. Her hand slowly made its way up, feeling every inch of hard muscle and skin. Her thumb grazed his nipple and she watched in fascination as it became hard and she fought the urge to bend her head down and nibble on it.

Finally her hand came to rest on his cheek, her thumb played with his lips.

"Jordan, wake up my love," she whispered.

His eyes fluttered open and he let out a groan. "You won," he said.

She nodded. "Aye. Put up a good fight your hound did."

"He hasn't taken control like that in a long time."

"Don't be too mad. Hellhounds are the protectors of the supernatural. If it wasn't for them the shifters would have been exposed a long time ago. The whole world would be bonkers, imagine Beacon Hills but on a global scale."

She began to caress his face and Parrish was very aware that he was practically naked, the only thing separating him from this devastatingly beautiful woman on top of him was the burned shorts he now wore.

The Hellhound had been right when he said she was Parrish's type. He always had a thing for redheads, even as a small child. He would get in trouble for trying to play with the hair of girls with red hair. Even now he could feel the urge to run his fingers through Morrígan's. He had never seen such a shade on another woman before. When compared to her skin it was truly scarlet.

But it wasn't just her hair that drew him in, it was also her easy going personality. How she carried herself with confidence and a playful nature. She was a wild thing. The kind of girl who could throw back shots without flinching, who could sweet talk you into the most absurd situations merely for fun, and who could kick your ass at the slightest provocation.

She truly was a woman in every sense of the word. It wasn't just her looks but her mentality as well. Parrish remembered seeing the fight occur between the Hellhound and her. Remembered the manic grin she sported throughout the whole thing.

Even now he felt his blood flowing, her weight was largely on his lap and he knew she could feel him growing for her. The sharp smile she sported only confirmed this.

"My, aren't ya a big boy." she ran her hands down his chest, lightly digging her nails into his flesh causing him to shudder. She unbuttoned his shorts and reached down to grip him. The second she did he arched his back and she laughed. "No, not a boy. A man. My man."

She fondled him as she reached down and kissed him on the lips. She smelled like apples and tasted just as sweet.

"I want you, he growled."

"I know lover. I have waited a long time for this moment. So very long."

Parrish spun them around so she was on her back and he was on top of her, his manhood poked out of his shorts and he captured her lips in a heated kiss.

He began to move downward, kissing her breasts and her pulled her pants down roughly.

"Not so fast lover, let us savor this!" she said with a laugh.

He gave her a dark smiled and she realized she had been mistaken in what he had intended. She moved between her legs and began to lap cat her core like a cat sipping milk.

"Oh gods yes!" she cried out, arching her back.

The other Hellhounds watched. Their eyes glowing like fiery suns, they were silent as they watched their brother and the crow lady sate their lusts. Morrígan didn't mind, she liked having an audience and Parrish was too far gone to care.

She took off her corset, freeing her breasts and she gripped his hair tight. He growled at the feel of his hair being tugged, the tighter she pulled the harder he pleased her with his tongue. Despite his reputation for being a boy scout Parrish was no stranger to the fairer sex and had been a bit of a player before he joined the military.

Though his wild ways had cooled under the discipline he gained in the army and his job as a deputy, Parrish still had the experience of his wilder days; skills he was going to put to good use.

He looked up to the sight of her perfect breasts, licking his lips he pulled his shorts down and kicked them off. He kissed and suckled on them, biting them softly and illiciting the most sinful of moans from her.

She rolled them around so once more she was on top of him. She sat up to adjust her position and he reached down, gripping his manhood like a sword and holding it steady for her when she began to lower down.

There was no pause, no moment to adjust. This was not her first time, far from it. Morrígan was a woman of passion and spirit. Within second Parrish was inside her all the way to the hilt, he cried out, not expecting her to engulf him so quickly.

She began to ride him, wildly. Dragging her nails down his chest, laughing as the deep cuts quickly burned and healed. Parrish grabbed her hips and let her ravish him. He had no doubt who was in control, who was fucking who. He may be the man, but she was the one in control and he had no problem letting her lead.

Under the gaze of the moon and a pack of Hellhounds they rutted and howled their pleasure for all to hear. It had been too long a time since Parrish had been able to enjoy the pleasures of a woman and Morrígan had been planning this for a long time.

Patience and desire do not go easily together. But when properly executed both parties can reap such sweet fruit. And many years later Parrish would still remember the sweet taste of apples on his lips and the feel of passion and strength riding him into bliss.


Fusedtwilight: Before they revealed the plot for 6B of Teen Wolf I wondered if maybe the Morrígan would appear on the show because they had mentioned Berserkers and the Beast before on the show and they appeared later on. Sadly the connection between the Morrígan and the Wild Hunt that Lydia mentioned was never elaborated on so this was me exploring that. I was going to actually introduce the goddess instead but decided that this version was far more compelling as a character.

Also I apologize if I did a bad job giving Morrígan a Irish accent. I am sure I messed up her pronunciations a few times and to any Irish readers please accept my apologies.

Next chapter Scott and Malia finally arrive to help and Theo and Nolan crash the party. Can they save Corey and the others?