A/N: Hello my darlings! Thanks to all those who favorited and subscribed! You all are wonderful!

Phoebe Nixon: Thank you for your lovely review! It's difficult to add these two characters into the story line sometimes, but I'm glad you think I've made it believable!

Jason (Guest): I'm super excited for the mythology! Part of me is hoping for the Chinese dragon to at least be mentioned during 3B because they're super awesome, but it probably won't happen. Kitsunes are Japanese though, but from what Jeff said at Comic-Con it'll just be 'Asian' mythology. So we could be seeing a number of different mythologies!


Once they made sure Lydia was on her way to a hospital downtown for the bruises on her neck – and Neris had sent Kaeho back to finding out more about why Jennifer became the Darach – Scott, Neris and Stiles rushed over to Derek's loft. He needed to know everything, especially since he was dating Jennifer 'the evil bitch' Blake.

Thankfully, they got there before she did. Derek was skeptical, but they promised him they could prove it. So, they hid themselves and waited for Jennifer to arrive. Sure enough, they heard the large metal doors to the loft open.

"Derek," She called. "Derek, where are you?"

"Right here." He replied.

She sighed. "Thank God. Something happened at the recital, at the school. Okay, I need to tell you before you hear it, before you hear any of it from them."

"From who?"

"Scott, Stiles, Neris." Jennifer continued. "They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me."

"What is it?" Derek pressed.

"Promise you'll listen to me."

"I promise."

Thunder cracked as there was silence from the two in the other room.

"They're already here, aren't they?" They heard her ask lowly, and the trio took that as their cure to walk out into the main room. Jennifer turned to face them, her face a mask of innocence. "So... they told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"

"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott corrected.

"Oh, that's right." She chuckled. "Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, I probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school English the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."

"Where's my dad?" Stiles questioned brokenly, a tear escaping down his cheek.

"How should I know?" She asked, turning back to Derek. "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."

Derek looked to the three teens, seeing the anger and surety on Scott and Neris' faces and the sadness and fear in Stiles'. He looked back to Jennifer. "Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?" He inquired.

"No." She shook her head, lying convincingly.

"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia." Scott pressed.

"Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that." Jennifer argued.

"What do you know?" Derek asked, his tone harsher.

"I know that these kids, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story." She told him before turning back to the three teens. "And one they can't prove, by the way."

"What if we can?" Neris retorted, the corner of her mouth twisting into a derisive smirk as Scott held up a square jar filled with creamy white powder.

"What is that?" Jennifer asked, her voice lower and less sure.

"Scott and I have a boss who just so happens to be a druid." Neris continued. "And he educated us about a very interesting substance."

"Our boss told us it's a poison and a cure..." Scott elucidated as he stepped forward, removing the cap. "Which means you can use it...and it can be used against you."

"Mistletoe?" Jennifer curled her lip angrily.

Neris pulled out her wings swiftly and gave them a sharp thrust forward as Scott tossed the powder into the air, propelling it towards Jennifer. Once the powder took off, she pulled back her wings.

"I kind of miss that," Neris muttered to herself.

As the powder hit Jennifer and swarmed around her, she reverted to the badly scarred and bald Darach appearance for a few moments before returning back to the beautiful façade. She gasped deeply and roughly from the forced transformation as she looked anxiously to Derek.

She attempted to run, but Derek caught her by the throat.

"Derek, wait, wait!" She pleaded with him as he got out his claws. "You need me."

"What are you?" He growled out.

"The only person who can save your sister." She told him, her voice strained as his grip constricted her throat. "Call Peter. Call him!"

Derek, still holding Jennifer by the throat, pulled out his cellphone and called his uncle.

"It's not good." Peter's faint voice came from the other end of the call. "She's in and out of consciousness. She's vomiting up black blood along with one other alarming substance."

"Mistletoe." Derek supplied.

"How did you know that?" Peter questioned, but he didn't get an answer.

Derek hung up the call and lowered the cellphone from his ear. His eyebrows furrowed as his tightened his grip of Jennifer's throat and she gasped weakly in response.

"Derek. Derek, what are you doing?" Scott protested.

"Her life... it's in my hands!" Jennifer gasped, but Derek responded only by lifting her off the ground by her throat.

"Stop. Derek, stop!" Stiles urged, walking forward.

"Stilinski, you'll never find him." Jennifer continued weakly.

"Derek, you have to stop," Neris urged.

"Derek. Derek!" Scott shouted.

Derek dropped her to the floor and she suddenly became very arrogant.

"That's right." She chuckled lightly, "you need me. All of you."

/

Scott, Stiles and Neris followed behind Derek in Stiles' Jeep. Ms. Blake was accompanying them – or, rather, being forcibly taken – to the hospital to help save Cora's life. Or, at least, that's what she had told them.

"I don't know; something feels wrong about this." Stiles remarked. "We proved it to Derek, but she still had this look like it didn't matter. You know, like it was all still going according to plan." He turned to his two friends. "You saw it, didn't you?"

"Whatever it was," Neris sighed as she leaned forward from her place in the backseat, "I've learned to trust you when it comes to this kind of stuff. You have a nasty habit for being right about this kind of stuff."

They arrived at the hospital in the pouring rain, coming to a stop next to Derek's car. As they exited their respective vehicles, Stiles grabbed a baseball bat from the back of his Jeep.

"What's that?" Scott questioned as they walked to the front entrance of the hospital.

"Well, you got claws, she's got talons. I got a bat." Stiles replied, flicking the bat for emphasis.

The lights inside the Emergency Room flickered wildly as the storm raged on. Derek led the group, gripping Jennifer by the arm, as the three teens followed closely behind.

"Scott! Scott!" Mrs. McCall's voice came from behind them, and they turned to see her jogging up to them. "What are you doing here? The hospital's evacuating."

"We're here for Cora." Scott told her.

"What, all of you?" She looked at the small group, her eyes coming to rest on Stiles. "Why does Stiles have my bat?"

"Mom, just trust me on this." Scott interrupted. "You need to get out of here."

"But don't go to your house, go to mine." Neris interjected. "It's warded against danger, the storm included. The power will be on, and you'll be safe."

As if for emphasis, thunder rumbled yet again, the lights flickering with it.

"But you need to go, right now," Scott finished.

Ms. McCall took in a deep breath, considering their words. "The building is supposed to be clear in 30 minutes. We've got two ambulances that are coming back. One's 10 minutes out, the other's 20. Cora needs to be on one of those. They'll be picking up in the basement garage."

"Got it." Scott nodded.

"Okay." His mother replied as she watched her son and his friends make their way down the hall.

Derek pulled Jennifer into the elevator roughly, with Neris, Stiles and Scott standing behind them.

"You don't have to keep me on a leash, Derek. I'm going to help." Jennifer told him, but Derek offered no response.

She must have sensed the three teens staring angrily at her, because she turned and looked at each of them, seemingly growing more and more annoyed by their lack of faith in her.

Once they reached the hospital's second floor, they made their way to the exam room Cora was in, the flickering lights becoming longer patches of darkness. As they reached Cora's exam room, they found it empty. A puddle of black blood mixed with mistletoe was on the floor, a trail of black droplets leading out into the hallway.

"Derek," Scott voiced as his eyes followed the droplets down the hall and through a set of closed double doors. A muffled sound of a fight could be heard behind them.

"Of course," Neris grumbled. "This shit can never be easy, can it?"

The doors burst open abruptly as Peter was thrown through the doors, sliding down the hallway and coming to a stop at Derek's feet.

He groaned, wincing in pain, as he caught sight of those who were standing above him. "We got a problem." He looked up to the place where he had been thrown from. "Big problem."

At the other end of the corridor the merged twins roar, an unconscious Cora lying on the floor behind them.

Derek shifted into his wolf form and went after the merged twins, attempting to tackle them. They were too strong, though, and quickly got the upper hand. Scott shifted as he saw the merged twins land powerful blows on Derek and knock him out, running down the hall and jumping off the wall to land a downward strike, but it was dodged effortlessly.

Knowing they'd have a better chance of not being torn to shreds if she were involved, Neris shifted into her Harpy form – keeping her wings in as she couldn't afford to get them caught in the small space of the hallway – and charged the merged twins. She managed to land a few good blows in before she and Scott were shoved against the walls by their throats by the merged twins. From behind them, Peter and Stiles managed to get to Cora.

"Ethan, Aiden, stop," Scott attempted to reason with them. "You don't know what you're doing."

"All we want is her," their double voice answered.

"As soon as we get what we need from her, you can have her," Neris growled.

But Jennifer had backed away down the hall and into the elevator. As soon as the twins caught sight of the elevator doors closing, they released their grip on Scott and Neris.

Using this distraction, Neris helped Derek up as Stiles and Scott followed Peter down the hall, the unconscious Cora swung over Peter's shoulders. The twins weren't distracted for long, and began pursuing them swiftly.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" Derek ordered angrily as they rushed through an operating room.

However, Stiles did stop, raising his bat as an idea took root. He looked back at his friends – Peter having already carried Cora through the swinging double doors – before back to the way they had come.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled, hoping Stiles wasn't about to do something dangerous and stupid.

Stiles stood behind the swinging doors, and when the merged twins entered he took his shot, bringing the bat down on its head. Everyone watched – horrified – as the bat turned to sawdust from the force of the impact. The twins weren't not phased, simply growling at Stiles.

Stiles, seizing the time that he wasn't being attacked, swiftly made his way over to his friends, standing behind them for protection. As the twins closed in, Scott looked briefly at the light fixture before leaping into the air, Derek propelling him upward, and pulled down a florescent light fixture down to strike the twins in their face.

As the twins fell to the ground, the four made their escape. They followed Peter to another operating room as the backup generators whirred to life. Peter set Cora on a cushioned operating bed as Derek shut the doubled doors behind them.

"Where's the big guy?" Peter asked.

"He's close." Derek replied.

"What about Ms. Blake?" Stiles questioned, turning to Scott and Neris. They shook their heads. "What do you mean? What does that mean? What, like, she's gone?" When his friends couldn't provide an answer, Stiles became even more frustrated. "Guys, are you kidding me?!"

"Be quiet!" Derek hissed.

"Me be quiet? Me, huh?" Stiles lowered his voice, standing toe to toe with Derek. "Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic mass-murdering girlfriend – the second one you've dated, by the way – has got my dad somewhere, tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed?"

"Stiles, they're still out there," Scott whispered, trying to calm him down.

"And – and they want her, right?" Stiles argued. "Which means that we don't have her now, either. So my dad and Cora are both dead."

"Not yet," Scott continued, moving over to Peter. "Is she really dying?"

"She's definitely not getting any better." Peter shook his head.

"There has to be something we can do – we have to help her."

"Here," Neris rolled up her sleeve, "maybe my blood could help. Even just a little."

"Do you think that'll work?" Scott asked.

"It's worth a shot," she shrugged. "There must be something we can do to help her."

"You can't," Jennifer told them as she returned. "Only I can. I can save her and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is. But there is a pack of Alphas in this hospital who want me dead, so I'll help you, but only when I'm out of here and safe. Only then."

Derek flung a tool tray away from him and rushed forward, ready to kill her, as Scott held him back.

"Derek, wait!" Scott urged him.

"She was trying to get out," Derek pointed an accusing finger at him.

"I was trying to keep from getting killed. You can't blame me for that." She countered.

"Alright, if you wanna show you're one of the good guys, then heal her," Stiles stepped forwards, gesturing to Cora.

"Not until I'm safe," she replied.

"I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion," Peter announced. "Let's torture her."

"Works for me," Derek growled, attempting to pull out of Scott's grip.

Before they can take step forward, the Hospital's public address system squeaked as it was turned on.

"Um…can I have your attention," Ms. McCall's voice came through the speakers. "Mr. Deucalion… excuse me, just Deucalion requests you to bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the ER reception. Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have 10 minutes."

Scott was overcome with worry and fear, his mouth hanging open as he struggled to come up with some kind of plan.

"He's not going to hurt her," Jennifer rushed to explain.

"Shut up," Derek barked.

"He won't," she repeated more forcefully. "Scott, you know why. Tell them it's true."

"What does she mean?" Derek turned to Scott.

Jennifer looked to Scott expectantly, and rolled her eyes when he didn't tell them. "You're not the only one he wants in his pack. Deucalion doesn't just want an Alpha pack, he wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of Alphas to his ranks."

"A True Alpha," Peter realized.

"What's that?" Stiles asked.

"The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another." Peter explained. "One that can rise by the force of his own will. Our little Scott."

"It doesn't matter," Scott shook his head, turning to Jennifer. "We still need to get her out of here." Jennifer looked at him, surprised.

"But Scott, your mom," Stiles interjected, walking towards his friend.

"My mom said there's one more ambulance coming in twenty minutes," Scott interrupted. "And I – I don't think we've been here that long. So, if we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, we can get out of here."

"The twins aren't going to let us just walk out," Peter reminded him.

"I'll distract them," Scott decided.

"You mean fight them," Derek corrected.

"Whatever I have to do." Scott replied, resolutely.

"I'll help you," Neris told him.

"No," Scott shook his head. "I need you to get to my mom. Deucalion might listen to you, and I need you to get her down here safely."

"And if he doesn't?" She asked.

"Then I'll come get you," he promised.

"I'll help you," Derek offered.

"Um, sorry, but I'm not going anywhere without you, Derek," Jennifer informed them.

"I'll do it," Peter voiced, earning the surprised looks of everyone in the room. "But I'd prefer to be out there with an advantage."

"Advantage like what?" Stiles asked. "You mean, like a weapon?"

Peter shrugged. "Something better than a baseball bat."

They began to look around the exam room for some sort of weapon to use against the twin Alphas. Tearing apart drawers and cabinets, they came up with nothing.

"Hey, wait," Stiles called, pulling the two paddles off a defibrillator, "what about these?"

"Do you know how to use those?" Derek asked him.

"Well…no," Stiles replied.

"Put them down."

Scott pulled a 50ML syringe filled with some solution out of a drawer. "Epinephrine?"

"That's only going to make them stronger," Derek shook his head.

"Or stop them from going into anaphylactic shock," Neris added, "But, since they're werewolves, I don't think they suffer allergic reactions."

"Wait, back up," Peter interrupted. "How strong?"

Peter jammed the syringe into his chest, directly over his heart, and pressed the plunger in. Seconds later, the adrenaline took effect and he began breathing hard and sweating. He stepped out into the hallway – the syringe still in his chest – and pulled it out as Scott walked out to join him. They looked down the hallway and saw the twins, separated and standing there.

"Alright, boys," Peter, "Let's rumble!"

The twins roared and stalked towards them as they joined together, with Peter and Scott growling and rushing towards them. As he and Scott distracted the Alpha Twins, Derek, Jennifer and Stiles pulled Cora out on the bed and Neris rushed off to find Ms. McCall.

/

Neris went first to the ER reception room, thinking that Deucalion and Kali would still be there with Ms. McCall, waiting for them to deliver Jennifer to them. But when every light except for the battery operated ones went off, Neris realized she was wrong.

The switch to the main power was on the roof, and Neris had the distinct feeling Melissa would be up there too. She bolted up the stairs, taking them two by two as she rushed to the roof. On her way up, she ran into Ms. McCall, who was on her way down.

"Down!" Ms. McCall ordered, waving for Neris to turn around. "Go down!"

Neris swiveled around, following Ms. McCall back down the stairs and into the hallway.

"He let you go?" Neris questioned her.

"He said it was a 'gesture of goodwill'," Ms. McCall replied.

"I don't like the sound of that."

"Neither do I," she agreed. "Where's Scott?"

"Best guess? Lower levels, near the basement garage because that's where Cora and the ambulance should be. Scott and Peter are distracting the evil twins who – I don't know if you know this – can join into one body."

"That's bad."

"You have no idea." Neris informed her.

"Well is there anything we can do?"

"The only thing I've seen take them out is electricity, but the power's out."

Ms. McCall held out a hand, stopping Neris from continuing down the hallway. "What about a defibrillator?" She asked.

"That works."

The two women rushed down to the lower levels and grabbed the first defibrillator they could find. They could hear the sound of a struggle coming from close by, and Ms. McCall began to charge the defibrillator as they crept quickly to the source.

There, the merged twins had Scott up against a wall, holding him by his throat.

"Where is she? We're trying not to hurt you." They spoke in their doubled voice.

"Try harder." Scott ground out.

"Hey!" Ms. McCall shouted. "I'd like to try something."

She stepped forward with the fully charged defibrillator paddles and placed both of them onto the marched Alpha's chest. The electricity from the device surges through them, causing the twins to collapse and demerge on the floor.

"Sweetheart, get up," she reached out a hand to him, pulling him to his feet as the three ran down the hallway.

"Have I mentioned that you're awesome?" Neris remarked as they rushed away from the twins.

As they slowed to a walk, Neris gasped, her eyes growing wide as the information Kaeho had discovered was poured into her head. She stumbled backwards, and Scott reached out to grab her.

"Neris, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly.

"Kaeho. Info dump," Neris told him. "Julia Baccari. That's Ms. Blake's real name. She was Kali's emissary, and Deucalion forced Kali to kill Julia when she killed the rest of the pack. But Kali didn't kill her; she just brutally maimed her and left her for dead."

"Then how did she survive?" Scott asked.

"Derek killed Paige at the Nematon – the sacred Druid place, remember? But it was dead, cut away and all its power gone. Paige's death happened a few months before Kali killed her pack. Her death, a virgin death, gave it enough power for Julia to take and stay alive." Neris turned to Ms. McCall. "She was the Jane Doe that was brought in; the animal attack."

"With the birds?" Ms. McCall asked.

Neris nodded, "Another sacrifice to keep her alive."

"But what does she want?" Scott asked.

"Revenge?" Neris shrugged. "I don't think motive is something you can find if you're using Kaeho's methods. But he thinks it has something to do with the lunar eclipse."

"Does he know why?"

"He didn't say." Neris told him, "But that's not all we have to worry about," she looked back down the hall and nodded for the three to keep walking. "Deucalion's another issue."

"What did he say?" Scott pressed as they continued towards the front entrance.

"I didn't talk to him; I didn't even see him. It's what he said to your mom."

Scott turned to his mother expectantly.

"He just let me go, said it was a gesture of good will – no other reason." Melissa told her son, following him through the double doors and into another darkened hallway.

"He had to have a reason." Scott replied. "I don't think he does anything without a reason."

"My thoughts exactly," Neris agreed.

"Well, if that means I should continue to be profoundly terrified, then don't worry about it. I got that covered." Ms. McCall laughed weakly.

Scott held out a hand abruptly, stopping them. The sounds of someone walking could be heard from just around the corner. Scott moved forward first, with Neris standing in between him and his mother just in case a buffer against danger was needed. As he rounded the corner, he came across Mr. Argent, Allison and Isaac.

After the initial shock – and Mr. Argent pointing a gun at Scott yet again – the six went off to an examining room to come up with some sort of plan.

"So, then, they're essentially trapped," Mr. Argent summarized as Scott and Neris finished explaining what had happened.

"Yeah, right," Scott confirmed.

"But there's no way of getting them out without turning the power back on," Isaac interjected.

"But wait, wait, wait, wait, wait," Ms. McCall halted them rapidly, "if the power's back on they're gonna hear the elevator moving, right?"

"Then they'll be on Jennifer and Derek as soon as it stops," Scott finished. "We can't get in a fight with them."

"You've got us now," Mr. Argent told them.

"But that's wasting time we could use to save Cora and Stiles' dad, not to mention the fact that the Alphas are too strong," Neris shook her head.

"I thought you didn't like Cora," Isaac voiced.

"Doesn't mean I want her dead," Neris argued, turning back to Mr. Argent. "And according to Jennifer, there's nothing any of us can do to help her. Only Jennifer can."

"It's too much to risk." Scott told him. "They want her dead, and if she dies there's nothing we that can do for Stiles' dad or Cora."

"I don't even think I know what teacher this is." Mr. Argent commented.

"She's the one with the brown hair, kinda hot." Isaac told him, earning blank looks from everyone in the room save for Neris, who merely threw him an exasperated expression. "Ohh, it's just an observation."

"Nice one," Neris smiled derisively.

"I've got an idea." Allison proposed, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

/

Everyone got in position for Allison's plan. She had gotten Jennifer's shoes and would masquerade as her to lead the Alphas away, drawing them outside where she and her father would launch an assault on them. While the Alphas were distracted, Isaac would take Mr. Argent's car to the basement to take Cora and everyone else away.

Neris went with Ms. McCall up to the roof to switch the power back on. But as they did so, Neris felt a sharp pain in the back of her skull and she collapsed to the ground.

She didn't know how long she was unconscious, but it was still dark outside when she woke up. She clutched the back of her head as she sat up, groaning at the dull throb.

"I'm sorry she hurt you, little dove," she heard Deucalion's voice from nearby.

Neris turned and saw him standing straight-backed beside her. "You mean Jennifer?" She looked around, "Where's Ms. McCall?

"You're a smart girl, Neris," Deucalion cooed. "You can figure it out."

"Jennifer needs guardians," Neris told him, "not…oh my god."

"There we are."

"Parents," Neris groaned as she got to her feet. "She's taking parents."

"It's a lucky thing your mother is in Paris," he mused.

"What do you want? Why are you here?"

Deucalion stepped forwards, "You could have been mine, you know. I think I would have made an excellent father."

"Aside from all the killing, you mean."

"You have blood on your hands too, Neris. But your friend, Scott – your Alpha – his hands are clean."

"Leave Scott out of this." She threatened emptily.

"You know I can't do that," he replied. "Though I'm sure he'd feel much better about siding with me if you were there with him. Otherwise, I may have a more powerful influence on him than you'd want."

"So, basically, what you're saying is that you won't manipulate Scott into killing someone and ruin his potential to become a True Alpha if I come with him; that you know he's going to need your help to save his mom and Stiles' dad."

"Precisely, little dove."

Neris breathed in heavily, "Just know I'm doing this for Scott."

"I know," he told her – his voice almost disappointed – as the door to the roof opened.

"Mom!" Scott yelled. "Mom! Neris!"

"I'm here, Scott," Neris rushed over to him. "I'm sorry, I – "

"Where's my mom?" Scott asked her.

"They're gone," Deucalion called out to him, stepping out to meet him. "Guardians, Scott. If you were with me, I could've told you what it meant. I could've warned you. Let me help you, Scott. Let's help each other. You help me catch her, and I'll help you get your mother and Stiles' father back."

Scott, looking utterly heartbroken, began walking towards Deucalion. Neris matched his steps, knowing this was the only way to keep Scott far enough away from Deucalion's manipulation.

"Scott," Stiles came up behind them. "Scott, Neris, don't do this! Don't go with him!"

"I don't know what else to do." Scott told him.

"Neris…"

"Where Scott goes, I go," she replied, her voice unsteady.

"Guys, there's gotta be something else. Okay?" Stiles argued desperately. "We – we always have a plan B."

"Not this time." Scott turned to face him, shaking his head.

"Scott…"

"I'm going to find your dad. I promise."

Scott and Neris turned around, continuing on towards Deucalion.

"Scott! Neris!" Stiles yelled after them, though he made no move to follow.

Though they wanted to, they didn't turn around. They just followed Deucalion into the mist leftover from the storm.