Me: So like, thanks for reviewing. Some people have the wrong idea of who took the Sheriff though sooo… Just to remind you I never really told you exactly who took him.
Derek: Candy has a point.
Me: *giggles* You said Candy. Sorry, anyways thanks for reviewing. I replied to some of you and I hope you liked my explanations.
George: Candy told me to tell you that there will be more scenes between The Twins and Stiles and to be patient.
Derek: And she asked me to tell you that there are plenty of things she will try to clear up in this chapter, but it will probably only cause more confusion for some.
Disclaimer Here - Once in a lifetime, means there's no second chance… Sorry, my school did High School Musical as our play (another reason I haven't updated in forever!)
3rd Person POV
He had expected to be called in, especially after he got off the phone. Thankfully he was already awake when the phone call came in. The only reason he answered it was because if he let it keep ringing Teddy would wake up. Jordan just hoped that he'd stay asleep long enough for him to come home.
"The Sheriff's missing Parrish. I know it's your day off but Stiles is refusing to talk to anyone, he looks to be in shock," Deputy Romero said, "I don't know what to do. Hayden isn't talking either, well when she does it's nothing important."
"I'll be there in five Romero. Until then don't let any of them leave," Jordan replied, hanging up on her.
Jordan pulled on his uniform quickly, grabbing his car keys and driving off. It didn't take very long to get to the scene. The wizards were all still in the car (except for Fred and George), one of the deputy's that Jordan barely knew was interviewing them. Stiles was in between Fred and George, leaning against Fred with his eyes closed tightly. On his right side George sat, his hand resting on Stiles back as he whispered something comforting into his ears. It reminded Jordan painfully of when he was Harry, when the twins would do the same thing to him when he had a panic attack or woke up from a nightmare. Jordan shook his head, forcing the memory out. He wasn't Harry anymore, nor was he Camden. He was Jordan, Jordan Parrish, and he would never be Harry or Camden again.
With great reluctance Jordan looked around for Deputy Romero. It took a bit but eventually he found her squatting next to her sister, trying to talk to Hayden. However it didn't look like Hayden actually knew anything and was probably just trying to keep Deputy Romero from interrogating anyone else. As he walked by, he tapped Deputy Romero on the back to let her know that he was here. Almost immediately she looked relieved, gesturing for him to go talk to Stiles.
The boy didn't look up when he walked over. However Fred and George did tense up slightly when he walked up.
"Can I talk to Stiles, alone please?" Jordan asked tersely.
"But…" the twins started.
"Alone," Jordan repeated.
A bit reluctantly the twins got up; Fred patting Stiles back comfortingly and George squeezing his shoulder. They left Jordan alone with Stiles.
"You okay kiddo?" Jordan asked, squeezing Stiles' hand.
"They took him… Who took him?" Stiles looked pleadingly at Jordan.
"That's what I'm trying to figure out Stiles. Can you tell me what happened?"
Stiles tapped his fingers on the curb, unable to keep still. Maybe he had forgotten to take his Adderall today, or he was just super nervous. It was probably the latter.
"I don't… it has to do with you… well Harry Potter. They want him, you…" Stiles rambled, "I can't loose him Jordan. Not again."
Almost like they were summoned the twins reappeared behind Jordan. Fred brushed past his shoulder and hugged him while George pulled Jordan away.
"Harry," George said.
"It's Jordan," he snapped.
"Fine, but Stiles needs Harry, not Jordan. Whoever took the Sheriff doesn't care if you're Jordan, Camden, or whatever else you've called yourself these past years! They just want you, for some odd reason."
All he did was raise his eyebrows. There was no time for this. Every minute that passed was a minute longer the Sheriff was gone. But George didn't back down. Golden brown met spring green, both refusing to look away and admit they were wrong.
"Jordan!" Valerie Romero, also known as Deputy Romero, snapped, "There's something you need to see!"
Their eyes broke contact, George leaving to go talk with Stiles. After hesitating a second Jordan went over to Romero, chancing a glance at the Jeep where all the rest of the wizards were sitting. They were watching him carefully, Luna smiling brightly. Something tugged in his heart, like a piece of him that was long buried and kept hidden started coming back alive again. He quickly looked away.
"Whatcha got?" Jordan asked, leaning over Romero.
"We might be able to tell who took the Sheriff based off of the metal we found in the tears," Romero said, showing a piece of metal she held between the tweezers.
"Get on that. I want someone to check the surveillance videos of the surrounding areas, see if there's anyone who could have done this too the Sheriff!"
*******TWHP*******
Derek was unimpressed with this whole situation. First, the redhead girl had the audacity to call him a filthy half breed. Then the bushy brown haired girl and the redhead's mother started demanding him and the others to bring Harry Potter to them. And when they refused the group shot at them with red lights and looked angry when nothing happened. Now Derek was tied up back to back with Isaac, who was fuming silently, and Jackson and Lydia were tied together. All this happened after he got the call from Liam.
"We use them as bait for Harry. His magical signature is all over them!" The bushy brown haired girl said.
"Hermione," the redhead boy replied petulantly, his face pulled down in an angry frown, "That will take to long. And Harry won't even consider going after them, his signature is faint. Especially on the blonde!"
Behind him Isaac squirmed and fought the bonds. Derek gritted his teeth together and yanked hard. A soft whimper escaped Isaac, but thankfully he stopped struggling.
"Ron honey," the mother said, "Don't worry. Harry will come home, marry Ginny, and be a good boy. He'll get rid of Teddy and be good husband to my Ginny dear."
When she said this Lydia fumed and started struggling against the bonds. Derek's eyes flashed the icy blue in warning at her. Ron and Ginny seemed pacified while Hermione twirled her wand angrily. By this point Derek was just done with the wizards. They seemed so stuck up and snobbish and he could care less.
With a quick snap of his wrists Derek broke the ropes tying them up. Hermione yelped in shock and raised her wand, but Isaac tackled her to the ground first. Jackson broke his and Lydia's bonds and went after the mother. She screeched and started shooting spell after spell at Jackson, but it didn't do anything. Eventually the woman disappeared in a crack. Ron shouted in outrage and went after Jackson, but Derek intercepted him. Much like what he used to do with Stiles, Derek forced Ron against the wall and slammed his head against it. But unlike what he did with Stiles, Derek squeezed Ron's neck and forced him into the air. Behind him Lydia screamed at Ginny, the girl going pale and shooting spells at the Banshee. But soon Lydia directed the scream at Ginny, knocking her out against the wall. Isaac swiped at Hermione, who tried to escape the claws. But it didn't work. Three cuts ran across her face, blinding Hermione's eye with blood. She blinked it out as Isaac got off of her. In his hands Ron struggled, turning blue.
"Derek!" Isaac snapped behind him, "You're killing him."
"I know."
"Let him go!"
Reluctantly Derek dropped Ron to the ground. He struggled to breathe for a second before disappearing. The only two left were the girls, one blinded and the other unconscious.
"Tie them up."
Before anyone could move, a pop sounded behind Lydia. She whirled around but was met with a knife to the gut. Air exploded from her lips and she gripped the hilt of the knife. Looking up she met cold brown eyes, the eyes narrowing.
"Whore," Ron spat at her, twisting the knife inside her gut.
She cried out in pain, Ron disapparating but leaving the knife inside her.
*******TWHP*******
The crime scene had been taped off, but that's not where Jordan currently was at. After Romero had practically kicked him out, telling him that he's now in charge of watching over the kids. It wasn't worth arguing with her at the moment though. She was high strung and despite Jordan being stand in Sheriff, she has decided that this is her case.
"Hello Harry," Luna said dreamily, coming to stand behind him, "You have no more nargles."
"Oh really?" Jordan asked, humoring her as they got into a mix of his car and the Jeep.
"Oh yes, but instead there are wraiths surrounding you."
"Wraiths you say?"
Liam gave Jordan a side glance, which the deputy ignored. If the others had questions, he would gladly answer them. Until then, they had to stop distrusting him. It was then Jordan doubled over in pain, gasping sharply.
"Lydia…"
"Go get your banshee hound," Luna whispered to him, before wandering over to Stiles and chatting to him about the issues of nargles.
Jordan couldn't breathe. Every intake of air felt like a thousand tiny needles digging into him. Fred and George immediately appeared by his side. They each grabbed one of his arms, helping him stand.
"Take me to Lydia, now."
Before they could ask the question, Jordan rattled off an address. Then Fred disapparated with them both. The scene at the loft was horrifying. Ginny lay, bleeding from the back of her head, against the door. Off to the side, near the staircase, Hermione was blinking blood from her eyes. Isaac was with Derek, knelt next to Lydia on the floor. However, Jackson was blue eyed and sniffing the air angrily.
"J-Jordan," Lydia coughed.
He ripped his arm from the twins grasp, running over to Lydia. A hand touched her sweaty forehead, the other resting on the knife. Prayers to Death crossed his lips, begging that Lydia wouldn't die. It wasn't widely known, but when a Banshee was murdered they become a vengeful banshee. These are the ones more widely known to the public. Their spirits chase after the one that murdered them, ate their brains, and screamed their last. If the murderer had children, offspring, or were married the banshee would go after them too. It wouldn't rest until they were all killed off.
"I'm here Lydia, just hold on. Hold on," Jordan begged.
An ancient spell came into his head. It was one that had gone missing over the years. Breathing out a thank you, Jordan immediately pulled out the knife. Derek roared at him angrily as blood started pouring out of Lydia's stomach. A cry of pain escaped the young banshee, nearly reaching the banshee cry. Ignoring them both, a tear streaking down his face, Jordan pressed both hands onto the stab wound. Flames exploded from his hands, seeping into Lydia's wound. His eyes glowed yellow.
"Sana et renovare," Jordan chanted, "Sana et renovare, Sana et renovare."
Before their eyes the wound drew back in the blood, muscle and tissue sewing together, before the skin knit together. Lydian drew in a soft breath before passing out in Jordan's arms. Relief flooded his veins, even as Fred and George stared at him in shock.
"Camden…?" A hesitant voice asked.
The flames receded back into his body. Almost immediately the same brotherly instinct he had over Isaac years ago returned. Unlike when something brought up the Harry Potter in him, Jordan didn't immediately smother it. Camden was a good memory for him, sometimes he missed being Camden.
"It's Jordan now Isey," Jordan couldn't help but use the nickname he gave him.
His eyes lifted to meet Isaac's. The blue eyes of his younger brother were a mix of hope and realization that the hope he has will most likely be crushed. It pulled at his heart and for the first time in years, Camden and Jordan seemed to meld together.
"Come here," Jordan whispered, opening his arms.
Almost immediately Isaac dove into it. The young werewolf buried his face into Jordan's chest, letting his older brother -but not- hold him close. Jordan buried his face into Isaac's curly hair, breathing in the scent of his brother. It hadn't changed much over the years, other than wolf and nature melding into it. If anyone was watching them, Jordan didn't care. He had his baby brother back.
"I'm back, I'm here," Jordan whispered to the shaking form of his brother.
"You were dead…" Isaac replied softly.
"Yes, but I'm still here. I'm still here Isey."
*******TWHP*******
A few miles away, in an abandoned water plant far beneath the ground, Theo had Scott tied up with electrical wires. The Alpha werewolf was unable to change back to his beta form and escaped. Nearby, just out of sight, someone was screaming bloody murder as the Dread Doctors worked on them.
"You know Scott, if only you could control your pack better," Theo tsked at him, walking around the angry Alpha, "You wouldn't be here right now."
A puddle splashed as Theo walked through it, his face pressed against Scott's. The werewolf turned his face away as much as he could, a gag in his mouth to prevent him from roaring for help. In the next room the scream cut off abruptly and Scott's eyes widened in fear. He struggled against the bonds.
"But you see, that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter. I'm here for Void Stiles, I have no need for a true alpha. I mean, being an alpha, especially of my own pack would be nice, but I can always just kill another alpha to get what I want. You wouldn't happen to know any would you?" Theo traced his finger against Scott's crooked jaw.
The Dread Doctor with the cane deposited the prone form of a girl on the floor. Wings, black like a raven's, sprouted from her back. It tore through her shirt, dark purple that was now only there to protect what little modesty she had left. She wore a black leather skirt and fishnet tights. There were no shoes on her feet.
"She would have been nice to have. Wonder if she'll survive the next stage. The ability to fly and read minds, what a combo. It's like Angel and Professor Xavier combined. I asked for her specifically, you see she has someone else's eye. It's quite marvelous." Theo bent down next to the girl, flipping her over.
Her hair was long and dark, the same color as the wings on her back. Without any sign of sympathy, Theo poked her hard in the side. Almost immediately, she came to life. Her eyes flew open, one blue and the other green, and her ruby red lips parted in a silent scream.
Scott scrambled backwards in shock, pressing his back firmly against the pole he was tied too. Even as he did that the girl fainted again, leaning heavily against Theo. He sighed in disgust and let her fall to the ground, leaving her there in a heap.
"You know, I could care less about what happens to you right now Scott. You could die for all I care. But you might come in handy. After all, even though you and Stiles aren't friends anymore he still cares about you. You'll be my bargaining chip. But, until then. I think I'll let the Doctor's perform tests on you."
With that Theo left the room, leaving Scott to scream after him through the gag. But then a movement caught his attention. At first he thought it came from the girl, but then he heard a moan of pain. It sounded too much like a guy for it to be her. To his right someone moved again and he looked over.
"Sheriff?"
Me: So, originally I wasn't going to have an OC. But then I realized since Hayden is no longer a Chimera Theo needs another person in his pack. Thus this OC was born. Don't worry, she's not that important other than that she's there to take care of the loss of member in Theo's pack.
Fred: She really wasn't going to have an OC, I saw her plot line.
George: There were plot holes without another pack member to take Hayden's place.
Me: They're not lying. But other than fixing the plot holes (like so huge that Aiden and Ethan could walk through easily in their conjoined form) she's not that important.
Review Here - I still don't have a name for her, in my head she's Angel but I'm planning to fix that so… names?