Sorry for the gap in posting. School is crazy lol.
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"I think I can get to Ethan," Scott whispered, leaning across the aisle to talk to his best friend. Stiles looked up from the pen he was idly flicking between his fingers. His brow was furrowed. Scott continued. "I'm pretty sure I can make him talk."
"What do you want to do that for?" Scott shrugged.
"The Druids are emissaries, right? So, what if the Darach was an emissary to the Alphas?" Stiles scoffed.
"Okay, first of all I cannot believe that we've gotten to the point where the sentence 'what if the Darach was an emissary to the Alphas?' makes sense to me, and second of all, we're going to have a huge problem getting to Ethan." Stiles paused for a moment, rethinking, and then continued. "Actually, make that one huge problem and one smaller problem."
"What are those?" Scott asked. Stiles raised his eyebrows at his friend.
"Getting through Aiden and Loki. Ever since Aiden's been back at school, the twins are always together, and Loki is always with them. How are we going to separate all three?" Scott leaned back in his chair, considering.
"If – if we can just get Aiden away, I think Loki will talk too." Stiles shook his head, waving his hands.
"Okay, temporarily ignoring the fact that you want to talk to your ex-girlfriend you did nothing but lie to you for the duration of your short and dysfunctional relationships, how are we supposed to get Aiden away from them?" Scott shrugged, and then froze. He looked at Stiles, tilting his head to the side. When their eyes met, it was clear that Stiles knew what Scott was thinking. Both boys whipped around in their seats to look at Lydia. The strawberry blonde paused in her doodling, looking up. She sighed when she saw their expectant gazes.
"What now?"
Loki was leaning against the lockers, watching Ethan as he put his books away. Her hazel eyes were half-lidded with exhaustion and boredom, and the blonde Alpha looked at her in concern.
"Are you okay? You've been weirdly quiet for like the last week now." Loki shrugged, dragging a hand across her eyes. Nearly every time she closed her eyes to sleep since the motel, her dreams had been filled with the same images she'd seen that night. The twins - and lately, Scott as well - lying at her feet, her claws covered with their blood. When she looked in the mirror, her eyes were always glowing azure blue.
"I'm fine. Just tired." Ethan raised his eyebrows, looking unconvinced. However, Aiden arrived just in time to save Loki from an unwanted assessment of her mental health by Ethan.
"Ethan, this whole thing with Danny needs to stop," Aiden said, jumping right into his lecture without even a greeting. Loki snorted slightly, leaning her head back against the metal doors. Ethan dropped his gaze immediately, looking back at his locker with forced nonchalance.
"He's harmless," Ethan maintained. "And Lydia and Scott are the ones we're supposed to be worried about." Aiden rolled his eyes, scowling at his brother. Ethan had just fed directly into Aiden's argument.
"Then why are you still talking to Danny?" Ethan shrugged, clearly not getting his brother's point. But Loki understood what Aiden was getting at, and it had been concerning her too.
"What difference does it make?" Aiden groaned, pressing his fingers to his temples, and Loki butted in.
"Ethan, he has a point." The girl said softly. "I mean, what do you think we're doing here?" She shook her head. "We're not actual high school students." Aiden nodded.
"We're here to eliminate a threat." Loki grimaced inwardly at the thought of Scott being referred to as a threat that had to be eliminated, and then scolded herself for caring. "Not to hold hands and pass notes in class."
"And now we know he's harmless." Ethan glared at his brother and his friend, stubbornly not backing down. "Threat. Eliminated." Loki noticed the defensiveness in his tone, and suddenly she grinned. When she looked over at Aiden, she saw that he was smiling too.
"Aw, does little Ethan have a crush?" Loki teased. Ethan scowled, looking mildly embarrassed.
"So what?"
"So, if Deucalion asks you," Aiden said, preparing to pull out the big guns. "Would you kill him?"
"If Deucalion asked you, would you kill me?" Ethan shot back, unwilling to answer the question. Aiden shook his head slightly, not in an answer to the question but in a show of disgust.
"Stop. Talking. To Danny. Otherwise I'm going to rip the flesh off his face," Aiden leaned around his brother, whispering in his ear. "And eat it." Aiden slammed the locker door shut.
"Where the hell is Aiden?" Ethan asked, sounding pissed off. Loki looked up from her book and made a face.
"He's around, somewhere, having a frantic make out session with Lydia," Loki replied, returning to the text in her hands. Ethan's eyebrows crinkled together.
"That's odd." Loki shrugged, not really caring. She was only half-paying attention to Ethan's rambling until an all-too familiar voice broke in, making her freeze and drawing her full notice.
"I want to talk to you two." It was Scott, and of course Stiles was hovering behind him. Loki took a deep breath, looking at her old flame. His eyes were focused on Ethan, but they betrayed him ever-so-slightly, just barely flicking in her direction. "Come on." Loki glanced to Ethan, who shrugged, following the Beta werewolf and the human to an empty stairwell.
"Why are you even talking to us?" Ethan asked, before Scott could start speaking. "I helped kill your friend, how do you know I'm not going to kill another?" Loki's eyes flicked to Stiles when the other Alpha said this, and so did his.
"Are they looking at me?" Stiles asked, glancing at Scott. The pale teen scowled at the two werewolves across from him. "Are you threatening me?" He straightened up. "You know what I'm gonna do? I'm going to break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking – " Scott grabbed his friend, pulling him back and patting him on the chest.
"Whoa, whoa. Stiles, we get it, okay?" Loki covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile, but her green-flecked eyes betrayed her amusement so transparently that she might not have bothered. Whenever Scott looked at her, a deep ache resided in his chest, one that, after Allison, he recognized – heartbreak. He'd been with Loki for such a short period of time, but whenever he was around her, she set his nerves on shook his head, refocusing on Ethan, who was easier to look at.
"We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again." Scott looked at Loki again. She was no longer smiling. "And I know that you wouldn't either." Ethan's muscles tensed, and Loki knew that Scott was infringing on a sore subject for the twins. Ignoring Scott's statement, she placed a hand on Ethan's back, curling her arm around his waist. Scott winced when he saw Loki's protective gesture, his stomach curling at the sight of her with someone else. Logically, it was obvious that Ethan and Loki were just friends, but it still made Scott's stomach hurt. He shook his head, refocusing on Ethan as the blonde Alpha spoke.
"You don't know what we owe them," Ethan responded. "Especially Deucalion. My brother and I weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't Alphas."
"What were you?" Ethan looked nervous as he responded.
"Omegas." He crossed his arms over his chest. "In actual wolf packs, omegas are the scapegoats. The last to eat, the ones who have to take the abuse from the rest of the pack."
"So you and your brother were, like, the bitches of the pack," Stiles said, putting Ethan's words into layman terms. Ethan's jaw twitched slightly, but he nodded.
"Something like that."
"What happened?" Scott pressed. Ethan shuddered slightly, his breath coming faster. Loki squeezed his arm, hard. She knew that though both were loathe to admit it, the twins still suffered from residual trauma from their previous pack.
"They were killers," Ethan said, shaking his head. "I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us the reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them."
"Why didn't you guys just fight back?" Stiles asked. "Form Voltron wolf, you know? Kick their asses?" Ethan growled, lashing out.
"We couldn't," he snapped. "We didn't know how to control it back then." Scott's eyes had slipped back to Loki, who had remained silent through out the whole conversation.
"Deucalion taught you," the dark haired teen realized.
"And then we fought," Ethan said, sounding surprisingly aggressive. "We took down the whole pack, one-by-one. And by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life." Ethan took a deep, shaky breath, calming down slightly. "And we tore him apart. Literally."
"And your emissary?" Scott asked. Ethan glanced up at the Beta, and shook his head slightly. Scott's eyes widened. "They're all dead? Kali and Ennis' too?"
"All of them except for Deucalion," Loki said, breaking her silence.
"You mean Morrell?" Stiles said. Before Loki could affirm Stiles' statement, Ethan gasped in pain, pressing his hand to his chest.
"What? What is it?" Loki said, looking at her friend in concern. He grimaced in clear discomfort, rubbing his sternum.
"Aiden."
"Aiden!" Loki yelled her friends name as she and the boys burst into the locker room. Cora was on the ground, Lydia bent next to her. The other Alpha was holding up a forty-five pound weight, fangs bared. Scott and Loki each grabbed one of his arms and Ethan shoved his brother back.
"Aiden, stop! You can't do this!" Aiden growled.
"She came at him," he snarled, still glaring at the prone girl. Loki shoved him a little, making him look at her.
"It doesn't matter. Kali gave Derek until the next full moon. You can't touch him or her!" Aiden looked at the ground. His face was slack, and he suddenly looked very tired, ashamed of his actions. Loki glanced at Ethan and he nodded. Wrapping his arm around his brother's shoulders, the Ethan led his twin away. As Loki was about to follow, Scott called out to her.
"Loki? Can we talk alone?"
Scott sat next to Loki on a bench outside the school building. She had her arms wrapped around her knees, and her eyes were far away as she started to talk.
"I was a week away from my seventh birthday when I was bitten," she said. "The Alpha who bit me was young, a college student. I – I'm pretty sure he was a born werewolf, and a born Alpha. He had no idea how to use his power, and he went around biting people for power as a human, not power as a werewolf. The reason he bit me was because my family was very wealthy, and he thought that he could get some money if I was in his pack.
"My parents came from a family of druids and hunters. Both were aware of the supernatural world, but they wanted nothing to do with it. They refused the Alpha's request to let me join his pack, so he asked me directly. I said no." Loki paused, taking a deep breath as the ache in her chest and the memory of what happened next returned. Scott's hand twitched, like he wanted to wrap his arm around her shoulders, but he refrained from doing so. Loki was glad. Talking to Scott was hard enough without him making her feel worse about her tricking him into having feelings for her.
"I – I came home from a friends house one day. His mom had dropped me off. When I knocked on the door, no one answered, and so she got out of the car to see what was wrong. When she came outside, she was crying." Loki squeezed her eyes shut. "She wouldn't let me inside, but I snuck out later that night to see. I knew who it was.
"The night of my first full moon, I went to the Alpha's house. Other members of the pack were there, and none of them were expecting an attack. I somehow managed to keep my mind just enough to remember what I wanted. And I killed them all." She shook her head. "And when Deucalion started his Alpha pack, he found me. By that time, I was fifteen." It was clear from Loki's voice and the look in her eyes that she was haunted by that night. Scott began to talk, trying to comfort her but she waved her hand at him, cutting his solace short. "Scott, that was the worst night of my life, bar none. I lost my family, and I became a murderer." Loki was quiet for a minute. "Most of them were innocent. One was only twelve years old."
"You were only seven," Scott said. He'd give up restraint, and was stroking her back gently. Loki snorted slightly. As if that makes it right.
"Yeah, sure." Loki looked at Scott. "I haven't killed anyone since. I just…" She shook her head again. "Deucalion tolerates it, because I'm powerful enough to be an asset just as a fighter, but he doesn't like it." She looked at Scott, frowning. "Why do you believe me?"
"Because I figured it out," Scott said. Seeing the crease of confusion in her eyebrows, he continued. "How to tell if you're lying or not. You're really not as good as you think." Loki scoffed, looking at the ground.
"I'm impressed, Scott. How'd you figure it out?" Scott leaned forward, brushing a hand across her cheek. His voice was low as he responded.
"You're different than most people. You don't have a tell when you lie, not a physical one at least. Your heartbeat doesn't waver." He paused tantalizingly before continuing. "But you're not you when you lie." Loki raised an eyebrow, and he smirked at her. "You're an actress. A very convincing one, but you're still playing a character who isn't you." Loki shook her head, laughing, but Scott pressed on. "I'm serious. You're really not as good as you think."
"Scott, you don't know who I am," Loki said. His lips quirked in the corner.
"Well, I'd say I have an idea. But, in your words…I guess we'll have to keep seeing each other for me to find out."
Loki followed Aiden into the recital room. He paused by the doorway, holding his arm out. She stopped, as well, glancing at him. When he turned to face her, he looked dead serious.
"Loki, stay near me or Ethan, okay?" The girl rolled her eyes, but she was trying not to smile. Ethan and Aiden tended to play the part of irritatingly protective brothers, and as sweet as it was, it could get annoying.
"One, last I checked, I don't have any sort of degree that would qualify me to be a teacher. Two, I can take care of myself." Loki glanced across the room and frowned slightly. "Ethan, on the other hand…" Aiden followed her gaze and groaned. Ethan was standing near Danny, talking to him. After the blonde watched his boyfriend head up the stairs to the rest of the orchestra, he turned around, meeting the gaze of two disapproving stares. He walked over to the others slowly, and as Aiden began to berate his brother, Loki turned to where Scott was talking to Lydia. A twinge of jealousy hit her when she saw Scott gripping the girl's hand, and she scowled.
"Loki?" She jumped, looking back at the twins. Aiden's eyes flicked from her face to Scott and Lydia, and his eyes narrowed. Ethan saw their faces, and he smirked.
"What, jealous?" He teased. Loki and Aiden glared at him.
"No," they said at the same time, defensively. Ethan grinned childishly, and Loki punched him in the chest as she passed him.
"Come on, let's go find our seats." As the three Alpha werewolves sat down, the lights dimmed slightly before coming back on, a signal that the music was about to start. The song was somber sounding, with a lot of strings and sustained notes. It was beautiful, but slightly ominous, and it was setting Loki on edge. Aiden reached into his jacket pocket, and he frowned. He shifted in his seat, patting his pants pockets and searching around.
"Aiden, what's up?" Loki hissed, glancing at her fidgeting friend.
"Nothing," he muttered, sounding irritated. "I just think I lost my phone." Loki sighed, shaking her head and refocusing her attention on the concert. As the song progressed, the music became faster and more frantic, and the chorus's vocalization became less like a murmur, and more like a chant. But it wasn't just the music. The entire chorus and orchestra's faces were blank yet portentous-looking, as though they were being possessed. People began murmuring, confused by the sudden change in tone. The song seemed out of place for a memorial recital. Loki glanced down at the twins, nervous.
"Boys?" She asked. Before either answered her, a piercing shriek rang through her ears, and Loki clapped her hands to the side of her head. No one else around her besides the twins seemed affected. Even as Loki pressed her fingers into her ears, the scream radiated through her brain as though the source of the noise was right next to her. Just as quickly as it started, the noise dropped off, and Loki lowered her hands, wincing. Shaking her head, Loki leapt to her feet. "Pardon me," she muttered, stumbling over people's feet in her haste.
"Loki!" Ethan shouted after her. Loki broke into a run, sprinting out of the double doors and into the hallway.
"Scott?" she yelled, pausing briefly before quickly picking up pace again. "Scott!" She ran out of the building and saw Scott and Stiles there. Scott looked towards her.
"Lydia's missing," he called, running in the opposite direction. Loki broke into a sprint, following him.
"Scott – Scott! Loki!" Stiles shouted after the two werewolves as they ran into another entrance of the building, reaching a deserted hallway. Scott skidded to a halt, looking around, and Loki paused next to him. The dark-skinned girl put her hand on his lower back, and was once again surprised by Scott's reaction. He pulled her closer towards him, as though he thought he needed to protect her instead of the other way around. Loki blinked, inexplicably touched by the gesture. She trained her ears, and was able to make out the faint sounds of sobbing coming from a classroom.
"Over here!" Loki moved forward, not waiting for a response. She burst into the classroom, Scott following close behind. She saw the Sheriff on the ground, gripping his shoulder, and she could smell the blood from his wound. Lydia was slumped in a chair, her head bleeding and the garrote hanging loosely around her throat. It was the third person in the room that surprised her. Ms. Blake was there, an ugly sneer on her face as she regarded the two wolves coolly. Scott roared, shifting completely, but Loki just flicked out her claws, growling at the teacher.
He charged at her, but Ms. Blake easily dodged his swing, and shoved him back. Scott went flying across the room, crashing into a stack of desks and falling limply to the ground. He coughed, blood dripping from his lips as he lay still. Loki looked from Scott to the other woman and she snarled.
Rolling her neck back, Loki allowed her fangs to drop out and her eyes to glow red. She swung at the Darach, managing to catch her across the chest. The woman gasped in pain as Loki's claws sunk into her skin, but the wounds healed almost as quickly as they'd been inflicted. Loki paused briefly, shocked by the power this woman had. She snarled at her again, baring her fangs. Before she could make another attack, Ms. Blake grabbed both of her arms, twisting hard and forcing them down. Loki growled, struggling against the dark Druid fruitlessly.
"I could kill you," Ms. Blake murmured, more to herself than to Loki. "But I have a greater purpose tonight." She flicked her hand out, hitting Loki across the face. As light and delicate as the hit seemed, it was hard enough to cause Loki to fall to the ground. She hit the floor, dizzy, and turned up just in time to see a booted foot flying towards her face.
"Loki?" Aiden called, walking through the dark halls.
"Aiden!" The voice responding to his call wasn't his friend's, but it was familiar. Aiden ran around the corner, and saw Scott. The Beta was kneeled next to Loki, who was sprawled on the ground eyes closed. Aiden cursed under his breath, running over to his friend and gently rolling her onto her back.
"Loki?" He asked again, more gently this time. She groaned, eyelids flickering. Relief poured through Aiden, and he helped her sit up. "You okay?"
"Ugh," she muttered, grimacing. "Yeah. Fine." She stood up and stumbled, almost falling again. Aiden grabbed her.
"Careful," Scott said. "I think you have a concussion." Loki cringed as she gently fingered the dark bruise on her temple.
"Yeah, no kidding." She shook her head. "I'll be fine soon. How's Lydia?" Aiden's heartbeat spiked again, and he looked around. He could now see Stiles tending to Lydia, who was slumped in a chair.
"She'll be – "
"Aiden. Loki." Ethan, who had somehow brought himself to willingly pry away from Danny's side, interrupted Scott. "We have to go." Aiden glanced at Lydia once more, but set his jaw and nodded. Ethan looked at Loki carefully. "Can you walk?" She nodded, mouth tightened with pain as she straightened up and took a step.
"Let's go."
Loki strained her ears for signs of Jennifer Blake or Derek and the rest of his pack. Kali and the twins had lost her, and now it was Loki's turn. She walked around the halls quietly, casting her hearing and sense of smell as far as it would go. She could make out sounds of fighting elsewhere, but chose not concern herself with it.
"Well?" Deucalion asked, drawing her attention back to him. Loki opened her eyes.
"She's in the elevator." Deucalion smiled slowly, flicking his cane back and forth.
"Good girl."
The Alpha female pried the doors to the elevator shaft open and looked down. Fifteen or so feet below her was the stopped elevator car. The dark skinned teenager stepped off the landing, wind whistling in her ears as she dropped on top of the car. It creaked slightly under her weight, and she heard the two heartbeats in the elevator pick up. Loki pried open the emergency hatch, dropping into the enclosed space. She smirked at the two occupants, flicking her claws out.
"Fancy seeing you here," she drawled cockily, tilting her head to the side. Derek glared at her. "Derek, I hate to be cliche, but we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Give me your little girlfriend and I'll leave without laying a finger on you." Derek didn't respond verbally, but he stepped in front of Jennifer, and his eyes flashed red, a clear sign of aggression. Loki sighed, raising a hand. Before either of them could make a move, the lights in the elevator flicked on. Derek looked up, and Loki lowered her fist, narrowing her eyes.
"Derek," the soft, sweet voice of Ms. Blake came from behind the two werewolves. "Look at me, please." Loki glanced up, and gasped when she caught sight of the mutilated face in the elevator doors. The creature moved suddenly, smashing Derek's head into the metal doors, and the dark haired man crumpled to the ground. The remaining Alpha snarled, whirling around on the dark Druid. And for the second time that night, the Darach got the better of her. The woman had resumed her usual guise of a young woman, and she shoved Loki to the ground.
"Oh, Loki," Ms. Blake said patronizingly. Loki gritted her teeth, straining to break loose. Ms. Blake chuckled, kicking her back hard. The curly haired girl fell to the ground, gasping in pain. Before she could get up, the other woman pressed a boot to her chest, hard. "Loki was the god who made the dart of mistletoe, you know," the older woman continued conversationally. "He was punished for it." The Darach began to push down onto Loki's chest, and Loki let out a coughing wheeze, wincing as her ribs cracked under the weight. The green-eyed girl put a hand on either side of Ms. Blake's ankle, trying to shove it back up. "The other gods changed one of his sons into a wolf, and the wolf killed and ate his brother, Loki's other son. The guilty god was then bound to a rock with his son's entrails, a serpent curling over him to drip venom down on him for all eternity." Loki grunted, still struggling to shove the woman's foot off. Her vision was going dark around the edges, and she was losing strength quickly. "In time, his face would become as scared and mutilated as mine is now.
"I think you know all this," Ms. Blake continued in a whisper. "You know the stigma behind the name Loki, the negative connotations. It's not your given name. So why use it?" She lifted her foot up slightly, and Loki drew in air as fast as she could, but it made her ribs hurt so bad that she blacked out. Jennifer applied more pressure again as she continued speaking. "I think you're like me. I told Derek that the alias Jennifer Blake, so close to my real name – Julia Baccari, helps me maintain a sense of self. Loki isn't so similar to Elizabeth, but it does reflect one thing. The one thing that you can't hide from any more than I can, anymore than Derek can. The true color of your eyes." Jennifer smiled cruelly. "You're a killer."
yeah...so...sorry. this chapter was really tough for me for some reason, and if i'm being honest i'm not one hundred percent happy with it, but it's the best i can do. :/ anyways, please, please leave a review for me! i love to see the favs and follows, but i'd really appreciate some feedback. thanks!