Here's the first chapter guys! I really hope you guys like it, I've worked hard on this story. And I'm working hard on the second half of season 3. I'm so behind on watching season 5 it depresses me but I'll get there! Enjoy the beginning of Blood for Battle.
CHAPTER ONE
A MURDER
"Isaac please don't go," I pleaded with my boyfriend, keeping his hands hostage in mine while we sat on my bed.
He sighed, wrenching one of his hands free to wrap the arm around me, "I have to. You know you want your brother back. He should have been back by now."
I whimpered at the thought of my big brother in trouble, "I know. But I'm worried enough about my brother out there—I don't want to worry about you too."
"Don't worry then," Isaac stated, kissing my forehead, "I'll be fine."
"I should go," I told him, looking into his eyes.
He immediately said, "No. Absolutely not."
"Why not?" I raised my voice, standing from my bed to stand in front of him with my hands on my hips, "He's my brother, Isaac. I should be the one to go out and look for him."
"He's my pack mate too, Jessie," He nearly growled, standing up to his full height in front of me, "And I don't want you alone out there risking your life. I'm going and that's final."
"Nothing's final, Isaac Lahey!" I shouted, "You know things are going to get more dangerous around here with the Alpha pack coming."
"Which is all the more reason to find Baako and Erica and bring them back so we have more power against the Alpha pack," Isaac argued back at me, standing up at his full height in front of me.
"Do you even realize that it may not even matter because they might already be dead!?" I asked him, my voice choking up and shocking him to silence, "Did you think of that?" my voice got quieter, "My big brother—my family—might already be dead. You know how it feels to lose family, Isaac. My brother is missing, my mom and Beth have left. My dad refuses to leave for his own good. I watched those people hold guns on my family and they had to watch me get shot. And now Baako's gone who-knows-where. I can't lose you too."
Isaac had wrapped his arms around me when I started talking about losing family. By now I was crying and he was shushing me soothingly, rubbing his hands up and down my arms, "You're not gonna lose me. I feel like I just got you back. I wouldn't jeopardize anything now."
I laid my head on his shoulder, calming down, "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. I love you."
"Nothing is going to happen to me," He assured in a whisper, "We need all the help that we can get so I keep you safe."
"I can take care of myself," I grumbled to him half-heartedly.
He chuckled and kissed the top of my head, "I know you can. But it's my job to take care of you. Let me do my job."
I sighed, "If you come to me in anything but happy and healthy and one piece, then I'm gonna help heal you just so I can kill you myself."
He smiled down at me, and whispered softly, "It's a promise," before leaning down to press his lips to mine.
A burly tattoo artist with ink up and down his arms peered down at the 'intricate' drawing of one thick line over a thinner line. He looked at Scott McCall sarcastically, "Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture."
"Hey, Scott," Stiles called his best friend's attention, holding up a drawing, "Sure you don't want something like this?" Scott gave him a look after seeing the drawing of a vaguely kanima-like monster. Stiles shrugged, "Too soon?" He set down the drawing and sighed, flopping his arms, "I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?"
Scott nodded in the chair, "I'm not changing my mind."
Stiles conceded, "Okay, but why two bands?"
Scott shrugged, his face portraying that he really didn't know, "I just like it."
"But don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" Stiles suggested.
"Getting a tattoo means something," Scott offered.
"He's right," the built and bearded tattoo artist agreed, "Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word 'tatua' means to leave a mark. Like a rite of passage."
"Yeah, you see?" Scott grinned at the tattoo artist before peering at his best friend, "He gets it."
"He's covered in tattoos," Stiles pointed out, "Literally."
"Okay, you ready?" The artist interrupted, holding out his pen-like needle, "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"
Scott confidently shook his head, "Nope."
Afterward, Scott and Stiles piled into Stiles jeep. Stiles peered over at the teen wolf, who was grimacing, "You okay?"
"Kinda burns," Scott murmured, fingering the white gauze around his rite of passage.
"Yeah, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle," Stiles pointed out.
Scott winced, "Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." He suddenly jumped, hissing at the burning sensation in his arm, "No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this." He scratched at the cover around his arm, "I gotta take this thing off."
"No, no," Stiles whined, "No, no, Scott. Please stop."
Scott ignored him though, peeling the bandage over layer by layer until he revealed his reddened tattoo slowing disappearing from his tanned skin, "Oh no, what? No, come on," he pleaded to his body as the black bands slowly dissipated from his arm, "It healed."
"Ah, thank God," Stiles groaned, "I hated it."
Scott gave him an incredulous look.
"Sorry."
Jessie sighed, peering down at the hoards of books she's collected over four months of identity searching. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
"Jessie!" Her father's voice called out from downstairs. Jessie sighed and brushed the hair that escaped from her bun away from her eyes. She flopped the large tome from her lap onto her now-green bed spread and trudged her way downstairs.
She found her father in the living room, looking at medical papers and such she assumed. "Yeah, dad?"
Her father looked up at her through his glasses, "Your mom just called."
"Oh..." Jessie trailed off awkwardly. She barely spoke to her mother in the past two months. She spent most of her energy after her family had been kidnapped to try and convince them all to leave Beacon Hills. The catch was that she wanted to stay behind. She had to find out who she really was and she could only do that in her birth place. It took a lot of unarguable logic and well-placed tearful fears, but Jessie finally convinced her mother that they'd all be safer somewhere else and she could only stay so she could learn what her powers were. Her mother's own catch though was that her father was staying.
"She said she called you yesterday but you didn't answer," Hunter stated, perturbed.
Jessie shrugged, "I was asleep."
Hunter sighed, scratching at the scuffle on his chin, "Jessie, I know you miss your boyfriend. And I know you're worried about your brother and you need to figure out whatever abilities you might have or something but—but you can't just shut yourself down. You can't go into hibernation because of what happened."
"Alexander! Emily! We're in here!"
And out of the shadows walked Alex and Emily, looking guilty and ashamed as they faced Jessie, pulling four people behind them with cloaks over their heads to hide their identity. A sick feeling inside her stomach told Jessie exactly who they were.
"Alex? Emily?" She gasped at the sight of her friends, "What—How could you?"
"Jessie, listen to us," Emily begged, "We didn't want to hurt you-"
"You lied to me," Jessie cursed at them, "You've been lying to all of us this entire time! I know you're real name is Wolfgang. I knew your father was a hunter. But I was so stupid to think you weren't in on it."
"We did what we were told to do," Alex told her, pleadingly, "We never wanted this-"
"Shut up—just shut up!" She shouted, "I don't want to hear it."
Matthias rolled his eyes, "So much for gaining her trust, children. Now, don't be rude, introduce our guests."
Everyone watched on baited breath as Emily and Alex pulled the hoods of each person's head.
Revealing Paula Hansen, Hunter Hansen, Bethany Hansen and Marissa Jude.
"Jessie," Bethany begged, her voice cracking with tears, "What's happening, Jessie? Who are these people?"
Jessie tried to stay strong in front of her sister, "They're bad people, Bethy. But it'll be okay—I'm gonna get you out of this."
Bethany nodded tearfully, trying to edge closer to their dad for comfort.
Jackson's body hissed as he rose up on his haunches, coming to crouch protectively in front of Jessie. "You can't have him Gerard," Jessie smirked, "Not as long as I'm alive."
"That's what we were afraid of, love," Matthias voiced as Gerard raised his gun and shot Jessie in the chest.
Hunter struggled with his bonds, trying violently to get free and kill the man who just shot his daughter. But it was no use. Paula and Bethany both sobbed out, digging themselves into Hunter's side.
"We can't just put the genie back in the bottle dad," Jessie sighed, "I can't just act like I'm normal anymore."
Hunter went to say something awkwardly soothing to his daughter when they heard a large crash and saw glass shattering on the floor of their living room. "What the hell!?" The father and daughter walked over to the sight and saw something that made them want to vomit. A collarless cat with midnight black hair and frozen open blue eyes laid ripped to ribbons on their living room carpet.
"Did it do that to itself?" Jessie gasped, surveying the glass still sticking out of it's back.
Hunter took Jessie by her shoulders and steered her off to the kitchen, "Let's just clean this up."
Hunter had been called in on emergency. Two teens were being pulled in from an attack. He was shocked to see that one of them was his daughter's boyfriend.
"Hey, wait," Melissa McCall voiced to the EMTs wheeling a shirtless and bloody Isaac Lahey in, "I know this one." She quickly took Isaac's hand and started feeling his forehead, "What happened, Isaac?"
The boy groaned, "The girl, all right, she's worse, okay?"
"Are you not healing?" Melissa hissed in panic.
"I will," he sighed as the EMTs forced her away from him. She rushed over to the girl behind him and took her hand, "Hey, sweetie, we're gonna take care of you, okay?"
"Find him," she whispered lucratively, "I have to find him."
"What are you saying?" Melissa coached her.
"I have to—I have to tell him..." The girl whispered.
"Who?" Melissa pleaded patiently.
"The Alpha."
Melissa paused to turn with the gurney around a corner, "What do you want with Derek Hale?"
"No," the girl murmured, blinking and shaking her head.
"What?" Melissa asked her. But the girl was fading. Melissa sighed, stepping away from her and speaking to the EMTs, "Okay, let's get her out of here."
Hunter caught up with Melissa and caught her by her elbow, "Melissa, what's going on? What happened to Isaac?"
The nurse sighed, rubbing her forehead, "I don't know—that girl is looking for Derek to tell him something. Isaac will heal though."
"I should call Jessie," Hunter murmured.
"No, don't do that," Melissa immediately denied, "She'll just worry herself to death. He's going to heal. You can just bring him home to her when he does."
Hunter sighed, "Sure..."
I sighed when my alarm clock woke me up for the first day of school. I did not want to go. But I had to. Like any High School, I knew everyone – even my friends – were bringing their A-Game to the first day of school. I decided to go for the more reserved look, wearing a gray and burgundy thermal with dark burgundy jeans, floral vans and my canvas bag. I put on some simple make up and stuffed my bag with supernatural tomes before walking downstairs.
I went to grab an apple from the kitchen and paused when I saw no bowl of fruit in the middle of the island. Mom took it when she and Bethany moved out. I cast a look around the nearly bare kitchen. It was so empty now.
I shook my head, I couldn't think of that. I strapped my bag on my shoulder and left.
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I pulled up just as Scott pulled up in his new green bike. I got out of my car to see Scott staring at the much more impressive motorcycles parked in the spaces next to him. I rolled my eyes, "Ignore those, Scott. I still can't believe Melissa let you get your bike."
Scott shrugged, "I had to save up for something."
"I'm guessing a college fund was out of the question," I joked. Scott mock-glared at me, throwing an arm over my shoulder as we walked toward the High School.
"Hear from Isaac yet?" Scott asked as we crossed the threshold.
I sighed, "No. What if something happened?"
Stiles came up to us just then, "What are we talking about?"
Scott took his arm from me to situate his backpack, "Isaac."
Stiles groaned inwardly, "Why?"
"He went after Baako weeks ago Stiles!" I pointed out indignantly, "I've been worried sick about him."
"We're all worried, Jessie," Stiles assured me, "But there are other things going on. Did Scott tell you about our run in we had with Allison and Lydia last night?"
I looked at Scott, who groaned, "Yeah, a deer committed suicide with Lydia's windshield."
"What?" I shrieked, "What deer?"
Scott looked at me, "Last night a deer ran head first for their car and killed itself. I felt it—it was terrified of something."
"Are you serious right now?" I asked, paling, "Because a stray cat did the same thing with my living room window last night."
"You're kidding," Stiles wondered animatedly, slapping his face with his hands, earning an unimpressed look from both me and Scott that made him shrink a little, "You're not kidding."
"No I'm not," I scowled.
"We should talk to Derek," Scott suggested as we passed a bulletin board, "He should know that this stuff is going on."
"Don't you think he has his hands a little full?" Stiles asked, pointing out the missing posters featuring Erica and my brother Baako.
"I think we have our hands a little full too," I pointed out.
Isaac grimaced as Melissa's gloved hands peeled off the sides of his bandage where the Twin Teen Wolves slashed at his side. Melissa sighed under her breath, "Yeah, that's healing, visibly. They can't see this."
"Nobody can see this," Isaac agreed, looking toward the door, "Alright, cover it up."
Melissa re-taped his bandage, "I—I don't think that's gonna matter. I mean, you're scheduled for surgery, which is obviously gonna be very confusing for a lot of people."
"Okay, can you do something?" Isaac implored.
"Me do something?" Melissa asked incredulously, "I'm relatively new to all of this," she waved her hand over his injury, "And there's a sheriff's deputy that's stationed right outside the door."
"Have you tried calling Derek?" The teen asked.
"Like five times!" Melissa exclaimed frustratedly, "Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts?"
Isaac thought for a moment, "Yeah. Call Scott and Jessie."
We all walked into English class—I was glad to have it with my boys. I took the seat behind Scott while Stiles sat next to him. After us walked in Allison with her new I'm-a-good-girl-now hairdo and Lydia. Lydia took the seat next to Stiles, leaving the only available seat in front of Scott.
I could tell she just desperately searched for a seat elsewhere as Scott innocently looked around too. Her eyes locked in on one next to me, but the look of my face must've told her not to. Scott may have forgiven her. Lydia may not know there's something to forgive. But I held fast to the now-shattered trust I had in her. She helped kidnap my family and stabbed my boyfriend. She was nothing to me anymore and she knew it.
So she had no choice but to ask Scott, "Is someone-"
"No," Scott interrupted her, "No, no, no, it's all you—all yours," he fumbled, gesturing for her to sit, "Uh, it's totally vacant."
She winced and took a seat in front of him.
Just then my phone vibrated in my pocket and I heard ring tones blasting throughout the classroom as I and every other student with a cell phone looked to see a paragraph of text come through. A voice rang out, reading out loud the words on our cellular screens, "The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness."
Tan heels clicked on the classroom floor as we saw our new English teacher read from her own phone before looking up at us with a smile, "This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone."
I ignored her and put my phone in my pocket, raising my hand. When she nodded at me, "Yes?" I lowered it and asked, "How'd you get our cell numbers?"
She smiled easily, "School records."
I quirked my lips and narrowed my eyes, "Our cell numbers aren't on the school records—our home numbers are."
"Why don't we start with..." she ignored me.
Melissa cursed as she got her son's voice mail again. Hunter peered over her shoulder, "He didn't answer?"
"No," She sighed, "Try Jessie."
Hunter grimaced at the thought of his daughter getting involved in something so potentially dangerous again by the sight of her boyfriend's wounds, but he relented, lifting up his phone to type a text.
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket while we read from a handout in class. I slowly pried it out to see a text from my dad.
Isaac's in the hospital from some attack. He's healing but he's scheduled for surgery and we don't want questions. Scott and Derek aren't answering. Help.
My throat nearly closed up at the thought of Isaac hurt but I knew he'd heal. But there'd be some hard to answer questions if anyone else saw. I leaned forward after putting my phone away to poke Scott in the shoulder.
Before he could look back at me the principal walked in and whispered something to Miss Blake. "Scott McCall and Jessica Hansen?" We both looked up and followed her outside the classroom. She peered over at Scott, "Mr. McCall, um, I'm sure it's an emergency if your mother needs you to leave school, but I'm gonna give you a warning in the nicest possible way. I am well aware of your attendance record." Scott nodded along, wanting to see what was going on and I wanted to get out of here, "I don't wanna see you slip back into old habits."
"I won't," He assured her, "It's gonna be different this year."
"Resolutions are only good if you stick with them, Scott," Blake warned.
"I promise it won't be ephemeral," He grinned before taking my arm to lead me off.
I snickered, "Is that your word of the day?"
"Shut up," He smiled at me.
We walked toward my car figuring it'd be faster that way when I threw a hand into Scott's to stop him, "Wait."
"What?" He looked back at me concerned.
"I have a bad feeling," I murmured, looking toward the window to our English class before turning around, "...Scott..."
"What?" He asked again before turning around to see what I was looking at. I could see his eyes widen upon the sight of a murder of black birds heading toward the school. Half of them were aiming for the school, plenty headed straight for us.
"Get down!" Scott shouted just as some of the birds slammed into the car in front of us and slammed into us. He gathered me into his arms and crouched down on the ground behind the nearest car. I could hear their bodies slam into the metal side of the car and crashed into the windows. Glass shattered above us as Scott covered my body with his.
As suddenly as it all happened it suddenly stopped. Scott lifted his head to look around before helping me stand up from the street. We looked around at the litter of dead bird bodies, bloody and extended all over the place.
"What the Hell?"
What do you guys think? Like the new setup. I felt Jessie was the kind of person who would sacrifice being with her family in order to keep them safe, and she definitely wasn't going to leave her friends behind knowing what's out there. So this kind of set up seemed true to the characters. Anyway, let me know what you think.
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