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He started to wait for mist to appear inside the bubble. He started to wait for her chest to start rising. He started to wait for her eyes to open. He started to wait for her to wake up. He started to wait for the bubble to disappear. He started to wait for her to hug her. He started to wait for them to both start crying at the relief of her being alive.
So he waited as tears started to flow down his cheeks. He waited as the others questioned him. He waited as they tried to bring her back. He waited as they shook him. He waited as they screamed at him. He waited as they fell silent. He waited as they left him alone. He waited as one by one they left. He waited as the veterinary stared at him. He waited as he left as well. He waited as the lights were shut off. He waited as his eyes got used to the darkness. He waited as the only sound was the storm.
He waited as the only light was the golden bubble and Ellie's not beating heart.
He waited as he stood alone in the clinic.
He waited for her to wake up.
*Just a few hours earlier*
Allison and Scott exchanged knowing smiles, hearing Death's stories to Ellie. He loved her. She loved her. He was immortal. She was immortal. It was a match made in heaven.
However their only not gloomy moment was taken away. The pair snapped their heads towards Death as they heard him starting to shout Ellie's name. He quickly laid her on the floor, and slid his hand in air across her chest. Their eyes widened as a glowing crimson heart was visible through Ellie's chest. It wasn't beating…. But her chest was rising so how?
Stiles from between Scott and Allison tried to rush to her, maybe to try to help her but the True Alpha stopped him. He put a hand in front of his chest. Stiles looked at him in despair and the panicking Death besides Ellie's body. Grimly, Scott shook his head. Releasing a cracked sob, Stiles nodded.
As one they both turned their heads to glance at Death who was weaving something? Why the hell was he weaving something? He was supposed to save her, not weave. Their eyes grew large in fascination and shock as gold cloth started to appear from his fingers.
"Death, is Ell- Cassie, Ellie dead?" Lydia asked, her voice breaking the tension and silence. He paid no attention to her.
"Death, why is she like that? Death?!" She shouted, the immortal still ignoring her. She stepped forward, and fell on her knees next to her almost sister, "Ellie. Ellie? Ellie, wake up. Wake up! Wake up!"
Lydia sobs quieted as the man kept weaving the golden cloth. Her eyes followed the movements of his fingers. A cracked whisper exited her mouth.
"Ellie."
Stiles stepped forward, and grasped her shoulder. Sitting down, the girl almost immediately turned around and hid her head in the crook of his neck. She quickly held onto to him, tightening her arms around him so much that he thought his bones were going to break. But he just hugged her back gently. He glanced at Scott, his feelings and thoughts clear in his face.
Scott looked at him sadly, knowing exactly what he was thinking. How they were going to have to leave the two behind, and save their parents. Death wouldn't be much help grieving. He seemed not to move which was a problem as well.
The werewolf suddenly gestured at the door with his head. Getting the jest, Stiles pulled away from Lydia and wiped away the tears with his thumb. He softly smiled at her confused expression.
"Lydia, we have to go. We only have today. C'mon. Let's g-"
However he was interrupted as the vet clinic's doorbell rang. The group in the back of the clinic exchanged befuddled looks, wondering who would visit the veterinary at the hour. Cautiously, Deaton headed to the reception but stopped at the doorway, noticing a familiar werewolf.
"I'm looking for Lydia."
Hearing the words, the girl quickly stood up and walked to Deaton, Scott following her. Ethan stood silently, seeing the red eyes.
She sniffled before inquiring, "What do you want?"
"I need your help."
"With what?" Stiles stuck his head out of the room, suspicious.
"Stopping my brother and Kali…." He paused, the tension in the room loudening, "From killing Derek." He finished, his face gloomy.
Alone in the clinic, Death sat on the floor, leaning onto the wall. He swallowed as he remembered Teddy. The boy deserved to know about her mother dying. He stole a look at Ellie who was lying in the bubble, the light illuminating her face. His mouth turned into a sad smile. He knew he would have to tell him.
Sighing, he stood up and gently put a hand on the golden case. He closed his eyes, and felt the strong breeze of wind around him, as it played with his hair. He was sharply pulled from the vet clinic to a quite familiar school to her and Teddy.
Blinking, he appeared in the halls of Hogwarts. He raised the hand from Ellie and waved at the giant doors in front of him. They slammed open and he walked inside, Ellie floating after him.
The students gasped – at least the few who were eating in the early hours – at the man whose appearance had caused the lightning storm on the ceiling which had appeared moments after he had.
Death strode forwards to the teachers' table, all of who had definitely grabbed their wands. He almost smirked. The reactions certainly amused him. If they only knew who he or Ellie truly was, the reactions would be even worse.
He finally stopped in front of a familiar, calm and smiling man who was sitting behind the large table. Death narrowed his eyes at him.
"Where is Teddy Lupin?"
The man merely shrugged, "He could be anywhere. Maybe still sleeping, maybe coming here or already here." The woman beside her hit him in the shoulder, hissing.
"Neville, what do you think you're doing?"
The teacher named Neville quirked up a corner of his lips, "Amusing our quests."
Death looked daggers at him. Pointing a finger at him, he said through gritted teeth, "I still haven't forgotten that time but this is important. Ellie is dead." He pointed behind him.
At this revelation, the teacher jumped and quickly ran around to the table to him and Ellie. He croaked out a sob at seeing her. He reached a hand to the bubble but glanced at Death, "May I?"
Eye twitching, he nodded. Neville put a hand through the golden casing and on Ellie's neck. He waited a couple of seconds before pulling the hand back quickly as it burned him. A couple of people in the eating hall jumped at the action.
He looked grimly at the supernatural creature in front of him, "What do you plan to do?" The latter just shrugged, pursing his lips to stop them from trembling. The fear of losing her was getting bigger and bigger by the second.
Their heads suddenly snapped to the doors as a voice was heard... quite loudly.
"MUM?!" Teddy ran through the hall to his two 'uncles'. He stopped just in front of the golden bubble. His lips trembled, "Mum?" His voice was almost silent but as loud as it could be for the two grown-ups standing near him.
Death stepped forward, and gently pulled the teenager backwards from his mother but Teddy pulled himself out of his grip. As angry tears rolled down the boy's cheeks, he pointed a finger at his mother's love.
"You. You did this. You did that to my mother. You killed her." Gasps filled the huge room. Everyone knew Teddy was adopted by Cassie Potter but none had recognised her. Now all looks were directed at the woman lying inside the golden bubble.
"Teddy…I-" Death tried to say softly. He couldn't let his voice be louder or his depressive thoughts would overwhelm him and cause him to just sob out loud.
"Yes, you. I know who you are, who you truly are," Teddy screamed at him. As he almost screamed out loud his mum's and his uncle's secrets, his voice quietened into a warning whisper, "I know what you did to my mum and I won't let you do that to her again."
Death stepped forward, and kneeled in front of the boy. He lifted the latter's chin which the boy tried to pull away but couldn't. He just glared at the floor, tears flowing down his cheeks.
"Teddy. I know you love your mother and want to protect her but so do I. I didn't wish this to happen. I tried to make her stay here, with you but she wanted a fresh chance, for you and her. She wanted to be somewhere where no one would stare at her like here they would." Angry tears made their way down Teddy's cheeks as he heard the confessions.
Death's voice cracked, "Teddy. I love your mother. I wouldn't cause this to her." The boy broke down, and wrapped his arms tightly around the older man's neck. He immediately hugged the younger back as the latter started to sob.
Tears flowed down both of their cheeks as they mourned for the most important woman in their lives.
The elevator dinged as they reached Allison's floor. The huntress quickly rushed out of the lift, glancing at Scott who was conversing with Stiles on the phone.
"Just grab anything? Stiles, I'm not smelling your dad's boxers. Socks?" He sighed, "Okay, I'll smell the socks. And no, I don't know what happened to Ellie. She was breathing but her heart wasn't beating. And no again, Deaton didn't text me anything. Death is probably still with her. Stiles. Stiles. Stiles! Stiles!? I'm gonna hang up now. Bye."
He hung up, noticing Allison unlock the apartment door. Isaac spoke up, "What about me?"
She started almost running through the hall into the room she knew well. The one inside of what was a table on with a Celtic knot on it. She talked hurriedly, "See what you can find in my dad's closet. Anything with the strongest scent."
The boys behind her nodded, and headed to separate rooms. Allison quickly opened the door but froze. Scott's dad was sitting on her father's chair with two officers next to him, looking quite dangerous. All their weapons were on the table.
"Quite an arsenal your father's got here, young lady," McCall said, pointing at the guns, grenades, crossbows etc. She swallowed. She had no idea of how to react. He sounded displeased as if he was her father and was punishing her. Allison almost pursed her lips like Lydia at the thought. He was nothing like that to her nor Scott.
She felt a bit stronger as Scott showed up behind her. A little spark of courage started shining in her heart. There was hope after all.
Scott's father stood up, "Scott." The werewolf stared at him in bewilderment. So, Stiles had been right. His dad was truly there.
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked, weary but cautious. The man could react very badly and stop them from rescuing their parents.
"Following the only leads I have. Now, since I don't know where you've been, why don't you have a seat and we can talk?" The FBI officer pursed his lips, "You too, Isaac."
The Beta werewolf peeked from behind the doorway, and stared at the father of his… Alpha.
"How do you know my name?"
"Your name's one of the few things I know."
Sighing, he added, "To be honest, the rest of what's going on around here has me… stumbling in the dark, even over the smallest clue." He shrugged, glancing at the weapons.
Scott stepped forward, "If you're trying to tell me that you don't have a clue, I learned that a long time ago."
"I'm really hoping to avoid the embarrassment of dragging my own son into an interrogation room. Really hoping." He sighed, and pointed at the chairs.
"Just sit down."
The two teenagers looked at Scott for who didn't express any feelings. They studied his eyes of any orders if you would say. After a moment of hesitation, he sat down. The others followed him.
Allison pursed her lips, as she stared at Scott's father pacing in front of them. The True Alpha was glaring at him while Isaac seemed clueless or as if nothing in the world could worry him. He just munched on some white chocolate covered blueberries that had been in his jacket's pocket.
"I'm not gonna lie. I'm more than a little disturbed, not only by the number of missing parents and students, but the fact that it's Ellie Black who was with Stiles at the hospital and was around all of you, Ethan and Aiden, Stiles' father, your father and your mother." He pointed at Allison and Scott at the mentions of their parents.
Isaac raised a hand like in school carelessly, "Uh, mine are both dead." He threw a blueberry in his mouth.
Scott's father didn't react, "Save the clichéd teenage apathy for your high school teachers. The three of you know more than you're saying and I'm fully willing to keep you here all night if I have to."
Allison glanced around her. Maybe she could find something useful for their escape. Isaac kept chucking chocolate covered blueberries into his mouth. But Scott? His eyes had fallen upon something, three of something. Exchanging looks with Allison, they made up a plan. He almost smirked but spoke up, his voice emotionless.
"You can't keep us here."
Allison continued, "Not without some kind of a warrant."
McCall cocked a brow, and stared at the weapons, "I've got a desk full of probable cause."
The huntress mockingly hissed, and stood up, "My father is a highly respected private security consultant and federally licensed firearms dealer. That means he has to own a few weapons."
Her voice was exaggerated as if she was talking to a baby who knew nothing. She pointed at a bow, "Like this 175-pound draw tactical crossbow."
Scott's father exchanged a look with the officer behind him. Meanwhile Allison kept explaining to the FBI agent, "Or this carbon steel Marine combat knife, .50AE Desert Eagle."
She hovered her finger over a dagger and a gun. Humming, she noticed a metal cylinder. She picked it up, "Hmm… Smoke grenade with pull ring igniter."
Allison quickly ignited the grenade, and dropped it at McCall's feet. She rushed out of the room, screaming at Scott and Isaac, "Run, run!"
Smoke filled the room, making the air for the three adults hard to breath. The teenagers ran from them quickly. Scott's dad yelled after him, "Wait! Scott, wait."
However he couldn't be heard. Only Death on another continent caught the despaired shout. He sadly smiled. He had shouted like that only seconds ago.
A/N So... Did you like it? I hope the fight between Teddy and Death wasn't too dramatic. Anyway, once again I say POLL ON MY PAGE. DO YOU WANT A SEQUEL?
Next on 'Death is Only the Beginning' Death and Teddy are back in America with a dead Cassie. What will they do?