[5] Great investigation skills there Stilinski
Charlie lies on the couch, mindlessly flicking through channels when she hears Deaton walk through the door from the Animal Clinic.
"I found something very interesting in a dog at the clinic," Deaton tells her.
"What..." Charlie asks, slightly bored.
"Mistletoe," his answer causing her to snap upright.
"Wait what?" she questions. "Like druid-ritual-ingredient mistletoe?"
Deaton nods, concern marring his features. "Don't forget that I noticed you coming home at 5am yesterday - don't make a habit of it."
"Hey hey...it was for the greater good," Charlie proclaims.
"I thought it was a favour to Derek?"
"Uhhh...same thing?"
"Next time you are out that late, you're grounded."
"Deaton!"
Charlie walked down the hallway before school, her sensitive ears picking up voices from inside the boys locker room - something she'd usually rather not hear. "Was he...you know, virginal?" she hears Stiles ask, causing her to frown in confusion and pause at the door.
"No, definitely not. Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients. It's a new policy." Scott laughs, causing Charlie to snort slightly.
"No, I don't know if he was a virgin," Scott sighs. "And why are you talking like he's already dead? He's just missing."
"Missing and presumed dead because he's probably a virgin, Scott. And you know who else is a virgin? Me. I'm a virgin okay? Any you know what that means?" Stiles rants.
"It means my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life. Okay, I need to have sex, right now. Someone needs to have sex with me, like, today. Like, some needs to sex me right now!"
"All right, I'll do it", Charlie hears another boy interrupt, causing Stiles to shout.
"What?"
"Come to my place at 9:00. Plan to stay the night. I like to cuddle", the voice says.
Oh my god.
"Oh. That was so sweet. Are you kidding?" Stiles asks. Charlie looks up from her place outside the locker room to see Isaac stop beside her, giving her a strange look.
"What are you doing Charlie?" Isaac asks.
"Spying," she replies, smirking as he walks into the locker room, hearing Stiles shout, "Okay, you know, you don't toy with people's emotions like that Danny. It's not attractive alright?"
"Mr. Lahey, happy to have you back, not happy that you're late," Coach Finstock drawls.
"I'll remind you all. Cross country is not optional for lacrosse players. I don't need you turning into a bunch of fat-asses in the off season...so work on that".
Maybe she should join the cross-country team...
Charlie always thought that having a spare pair of exercise clothes in her locker was a smart idea - especially now that she has decided to run voluntarily for some reason. Charlie emerges from the girls locker room dressed in shorts and an old Star Wars shirt that her dad had given her.
She walked up behind the group, focusing on Isaac who was looking slightly cornered by two twins - who she assumed were the Alphas that merged into the demon wolf. This didn't look like it was going to bad at all...
The twins shared a look, causing Charlie to clench her fists and glare in their direction. Even though she wasn't in Derek's pack, she was indebted to the Hale's and therefore needed to make sure that his pack was safe from harm. The whistle suddenly sounded, causing the group of students (including Charlie) to run up the path into the woods. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Scott grab Isaac, before following him up the hill.
Charlie sped up as she saw the twins at the head of the group, hearing Isaac tell Scott that the murders were caused by them. She feels Isaac running at her heels, sprinting faster, shooting her a look of determination.
Charlie turned to Isaac in confusion as the twins disappeared from view as they stopped in a clearing, looking around for the alphas. She whips around as she hears Isaac get tackled by one of the twins down a hill, blue eyes glowing as she faces the other one - trying to ignore the dark grey aura-like shape that twists around his figure. Charlie blocks his punch, swiping his feet from under him but getting thrown into the air as the alpha fell. She suddenly feels a weird feeling in her stomach, something pulling her, but she ignores it and looks up to see the twins grabbing Isaac, jumping to her feet.
"Ethan, I always forget, how many bones in the human body?"
"I don't know, let's count."
Scott then ran up behind her, quickly punching Ethan in the face.
"There's one."
Charlie then grabbed the arm that was holding Isaac, twisting it behind his back, popping his shoulder out of place and crushing his forearm.
"And there's two!" She said cheerfully, tossing him toward his brother. "Don't you guys know the human body? It's 206."
She quickly formed a group with Scott and Isaac, watching as the twins eyes glowed red - feeling her fangs and claws lengthen. She hears Scott roar against one of the twins but was cut short at the sound of a girl screaming. They all ran to where the cross country group was crowded, the sight stopping Charlie short.
A boy was tied by his neck against a tree, his throat sliced open, bleeding from his head. She frowned at the feeling that arose from the body, that strange tugging that she felt before had arisen again. Just as she was about to take a step forward when she saw a police officer run up to the crowd, pushing people away.
Unable to tear her eyes away, she stares at it using her glowing eyes - hoping to uncover whatever was causing the strange feeling - she could see black almost smoke tendrils twisting all around the body. Charlie felt her hand start to tremble, unconsciously starting to reach out slightly towards the body. Unbeknownst to her, Stiles was watching Charlie's actions, squinting slightly, eyes guarded.
"Get these kids out of here!" She heard a police officer shout, snapping her out of whatever trance she was in.
"Dad, just come here. Look - look at it. It's the same as the others you see?" Stiles says to his father, pointing at the body.
"Yeah, I see that. Do me a favour, go back to school, yeah? Coach can you give us a hand?" The officer replies, turning to the teacher.
"You heard the man! Nothing to see here. Probably just some homeless kid."
"Coach he was a senior," Scott replies. At that point Charlie starts to walk away from the werewolves back to the school, overhearing the boy's conversation.
"You see the way the twins looked at him?" Isaac asks.
"Yeah, you mean like they had no idea what happened?" Stiles replies.
"No, no - they knew"
"The kid was strangled with a garrote, all right? Am I the only one realising the lack of werewolfitude in these murders?"
"You think it's a coincidence they turn up and then people start dying?" Isaac asks.
"How about Charlie? She just turned up and now there are crazy murders?" This causes Charlie to cock her head slightly and pause in the middle of the path.
"Scott? How about you?" Isaac asks.
"I don't know yet"
"You don't know yet?"
"Well...he's got a point. Seriously dude, human sacrifices?" Scott questions.
"Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay? Hair literally grows from your cheeks, and then will immediately disappear - and if I were to stab you right now, it would just magically heal, but you're telling me you're having trouble grasping human sacrifices?"
Scott sighs. "Thats a good point too," he says, turning to Isaac.
"I don't care all right? They killed that kid. They killed that girl that saved me. And I'm gonna kill them too."
Charlie quickly walked into her art class, choosing an easel towards the back of the room next to a strawberry blonde haired girl, who quickly looked over her before nodding to herself. Giving her a confused look, she practically just doodled strange patterns on the canvas all class until it was time to go. Looking back at her drawing, she frowned at the rough image of a firefly sketched out among the random scribbles. Charlie made a mental note to talk to Deaton about that before heading to her locker.
Charlie turns her head at the sight of Stiles peeking his head over a window into the room, where his father was interviewing the girlfriend of the boy that was murdered."Um, hi Ashley. Hi. Can I talk to you for one sec? Sorry," the boy says. "I just need to ask you something really quick, it's gonna sound really unbelievably insensitive, so I apologize in advance. Um...was Kyle a virgin?" Stiles asks.
"What?"
"You know what I mean...", at that point the girl slapped him, before being pulled away by a police officer. "No, he wasn't a virgin, " the girl replies.
"Have you completely lost your mind? I've got four murders Stiles. You see those men in there? Thats the FBI. They're putting together a task force, because it looks like we've got a full blown serial killer case on our hands. You get that?" Stiles' dad shouts, walking up to his son.
"Yes, dad I get that."
"Then what are you doing?"
"I'm trying to find a pattern", Stiles answers, looking down as his father walked away.
At that point Charlie walks up behind Stiles, "That was not a smart move Stilinski," she comments, moving to lean against a wall.
Stiles lets out a strangled yell, flipping around to face her. His mouth opened and closed in frustration, his eyes lingering on her shirt. Whether it was the Star Wars shirt or not, this causes Charlie to smirk at him. "Were you looking at my boobs?" She asks him, causing his eyes to widen.
"No..no-uh- it's the wars..." the boy replies.
"The wars?"
"No! Uh- Star Wars. Your shirt," he says, pointing toward Charlie.
"Right...," she nods. "So you think these murders are sacrifices?"
"Wha-how do you know?" the brunette boy asks.
"I heard you before."
"Right."
Charlie rolls her eyes slightly, seeing Stiles' face scrunch up, obviously wanting to ask her a question. "What is it Stilinski?" she sighs.
"So...uh...do you have an alibi for last night?" Stiles questions, causing Charlie's smirk to widen.
"So you are basically asking me if I cut, strangled and bashed four people?"
"Uh..."
"Wow, great investigation skills there Stilinski. Not subtle at all," Charlie says sarcastically.
"Hey! I saw you with that body. What was that? Some weird murderer-victim connection thing?" Stiles asks incredulously, causing her to look down slightly.
"Look - I don't know what that was. I have never experienced it before but something tells me that I wasn't those demon-alpha twins." Charlie explains, a frown marring her features.
"Maybe you should look into something ritualistic?" Charlie questions before walking off, leaving Stiles frowning.
"We need your help," she looks up to see Scott and Isaac standing over her as she sits outside in the sun, gesturing to the twins motorcycles in the parking lot. She grabs one of the engine parts that Scott was holding out to her, chucking it in her bag. "Well this just got a lot more exciting."
Charlie looks over Scott's shoulder at the text that Allison sent of Isaac on one of the motorcycles as they enter the class. She shoots him a smirk as she walks ahead of him, sitting down at one of the desks behind the twins. Scott sits down next to them, smiling strangely - he grabs a cog out of his bag, spinning it in his hand. "That looks kinda important."
Charlie then grabs the starter out of her bag, tapping one of the twins on the shoulder and waving it between her fingertips. "I have no idea what this thing does," she laughs, placing it on her desk. She smiles at Scott as one of the twins sprints out of the class at the sound of the motorcycle engine revving.
Scott and Charlie then walks out of class to Isaac, who has driven the bike inside the school now being held by Aiden.
"You have got to be kidding me," Ms. Blake exclaims at the sight of the alpha with his motorcycle. "You realise this is going to result in a suspension," this causes the group to exchange smiles at Aiden's glare.
Charlie's phone buzzes, causing her to look down at the contents of the message: Derek in trouble, Alpha pack here, get here now - Cora.
Her eyes widened as she quickly disappears into the crowd, sprinting down the hallway, out of the door at the back of the school - ignoring Isaac calling out her name.
"I took the individual parts and became a great individual whole...you're right Kali, he does look like his mother," Charlie hears a voice say as she runa up the stairs. "And here is our other guest."
Charlie quickly opens the door to the loft, gasping at the sight of Derek impaled in the stomach by a woman, an older man with sunglasses standing next to him. "Ah...Charlie - I have been waiting to meet you for some time," the man says, turning to face her despite his obvious blindness.
"How do you know my name?" She questions.
"I have known about you for quite some time - you are very rare you know...I believe there is only three of you left in the world", the man smiles. "As I have been saying here to Derek, I am always invested in new talent...and although the colour of your eyes say different, you are practically an alpha in your own right."
"That is something I want, and I will do anything I can to get it. Even kill your poor parents," he taunts, causing Charlie to gasp, her eyes starting to glow in anger, growling deep in her chest.
"Well, they weren't your real parents...but close enough to hurt, right?" It was at this moment Charlie shifts, her muscles moving and face elongating into a muzzle. She snaps her jaw, growling deep in her throat, her hackles raising. She moves toward the alpha, preparing to lunge at him.
"There it is...that is what I want..." he says, ignoring her growling. Charlie leaps forward, but was then thrown back at the hand of the female alpha. She quickly jumps back up, launching herself at the female werewolf, who was standing in front of her with a cocky smirk. The fully-shifted wolf, grabs the woman's ankle locking her jaw and pulling her to the ground. She steps forward, almost on top of the female alpha, growling again.
Charlie suddenly looks up at the sound of Deucalion pulling the iron bar from Derek's stomach, moving toward her quickly, impaling her in the side.. Charlie lets out a whine, feeling her canines detract and her claws shrink as the pain hits her.
"I know you...I know what you are - you're a fanatic" Derek gritted out, turning the Alphas attention away from her as the struggles to breathe.
"Know me?" the alpha questions. "I am the Alpha of Alphas. I am the apex of apex predator! I am death, destroyer of worlds! I am the demon wolf!" the man shouts, causing Cora, who had drug Charlie's now human body behind a pillar to hide behind it.
"Hate it when that happens." the man says calmly, referring to his shattered glasses. He nodded at Kali who then walks up to Charlie and swiftly pulls the iron bar from her now human form, walking out of the room with the rest of her pack members.
Charlie groans as she felt her wound stitch itself back together, pulling on some loose pants and a shirt that she stole from Cora.
"I can't believe it...that man - Deucalion killed my parents." Charlie whispers to Derek and Cora, looking up. "For what? My power?" she closes her eyes tightly, pressing her hands against her temples.
Charlie snaps out of her thoughts and at the buzzing of her phone, clicking the answer button at the sight of Deaton trying to call her.
"Look Deaton I can't really tal-"
"You need to meet us in the music rooms", Deaton ordered, "Another person has been taken."
Charlie walks in as Deaton was handing a strawberry blonde a phone, "Each grouping of three would have its own purpose, its own type of power. Virgins, healers -"
"Philosophers, warriors..." Charlie says as she walked into the music room, Deaton noticing the slight wince that she gave as she moved.
"Wait, wait, wait - warrior...could that also be like a soldier?" Stiles asks.
"Absolutely, "Deaton answers, Stiles holding up a picture of the music teacher with his wife.
"Kyle was in ROTC with Boyd," Stiles says, chucking the photo down.
"That's the pattern, where's Boyd?"
"Probably home by now," Stiles answers, grabbing is phone. At this, Charlie closes her eyes feeling that strange tugging in her stomach.
"Lydia? Is something wrong?" Deaton asks, but is drawn away at the strong hand that grabbed his arm. Deaton turns to see Charlie's eyes glowing, staring straight ahead.
"Charlie?" Deaton questions - this causes both Lydia and Stiles to look at her.
"I can hear it...", she says, still staring at nothing. Deaton immediately snaps into action. "Charlie just let it guide you, come on", he says in a soothing manner causing Stiles to looking at her confusedly.
She walks slowly down the hallway, her hand reaching out to grasp the handle to one of the science classrooms - the rest of the group following behind her.
"Harris", she whispers, snapping out of her trance-like state. Stiles runs behind the desk, looking at the papers spread out across it, frowning.
"What?" Deaton questions.
"This test is graded R," causing Deaton to walk up to the desk with Charlie behind him.
"This one's an H", Lydia says. Deaton looks at all the papers, realising what word they form.
"Stiles, do you remember I told you druid is the Gaelic word for 'wise oak'?"
'Yeah."
"If a druid went down the down the wrong path, the wise oak would sometimes said to have become a dark oak...There's a Gaelic word for that as well... Darach."
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Wow! I think that's the longest chapter so far - and episode 4 is done! There has been some major headway in the 'what is Charlie' topic - any guesses would be great! It doesn't fit the books as I have taken my own interpretation on it. Hint: not a banshee but somewhat connected. There will be a chapter where I explain it all - maybe in 2 or 3 or 10….
A correct guess gets you to ask any question about the future of this story - whether it be who Charlie gets with or what she is or who 3B will play out. :)
Thank you so much for reading!
P.s. Ship her with anyone yet? I am not quite sure...
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