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Maybe she had finally lost the plot.
It felt like it, in a way. Like she was caught in a dream, stuck between reality and non reality. She still felt like herself... Kind of, not really. It was strange whatever way she looked at it. Here she was acting so unlike herself, acting like the person she never wanted to become - ruthless, angered, like a switch had flicked inside her but at the same time it felt normal, it felt right.
Kali was laying at her feet, her clawed hand resting across her neck as she spluttered and choked on her own blood. Not quite dead but not alive either. The sounds of the copper blood suffocating her slowly, like a clenched fist tightening around her neck was like a melody to her ears. It was peaceful and calming and strangely comforting. It wasn't distressing, it wasn't horrifying. It was... Enjoyable.
Maybe she hadn't lost the plot because she recognised how wrong that was, how sick it was but the larger part of her didn't care. How much blood had Kali spilt already? It wasn't like she was innocent. The bitch deserved every bit of pain she got, every gasp of fear and terror as her vision tunnelled and her throat closed off. Honestly though, Kayla thought these alphas weren't allowed to show fear or vulnerability, she thought Deucalion had taught them to not be afraid of death. It seemed she was wrong. Kali looked suddenly small, like a cornered animal about to be shot, a ladybug stripped of its wings by the chubby hands of a child. She stared at Kayla with rounded eyes, filled with hate, disdain, pure raw loathing but also fear.
She was scared of her?
... As she should be.
It was one thing to be scared of an enemy, someone that overpowered you. It was another to be scared of someone that suddenly seemed heartless, soulless even, someone with a personal vendetta. After all, someone that had been hurt so badly to the point where they didn't care was worse in a way. Fuelled by nothing other than hate and revenge. Exactly like Kayla.
Her eyes fixed onto Kali's gaze, her stare cold and calculating.
"Don't worry... You're not dead..." Another smirk tugged at her lips, "...yet..." Her head tilted to the side in something close to childlike curiosity, her calm green gaze trailing along the blood sprouting from the wound and inching along the concrete floor, "but what I could do to you you might wish you were"
"Kaylz..."
She recognised that voice, that familiar loving tone that always grounded her, always pulled her back from the hazy darkness. And it did but she didn't dare look, anxious to see his expression that could be anything from disgust to terror - she couldn't see that, not now.
She carried on as if the deafening stunned silence hadn't been interrupted, "and I could've you know? Killed you... It would've been easy" she murmured, completely calm and complacent as she slowly kneeled down, bending over Kali, "another small tear to your artery and you would have lost half of your blood by now, gone into shock and died coughing up your own blood... It doesn't sound very nice does it?" Her voice came out as a whisper, allowing her hand to slowly move some stray dark hair away from Kali's face and compared to how vicious she was less than a minute ago, her actions were slow and careful, like a mother lovingly sweeping her child's hair away from their face, "well-" a dark chuckle broke free from her lips, "-maybe it would've been nicer than this agony you feel but here's the thing sweetie-" she was patronising Kali, her tone falsely bright but buried underneath it was filled with pure loathing, "-I don't do nice"
She grabbed Kali, roughly pulling her slumped body upright using strength she never knew she possessed and holding her up in front of her. Now most people would see this and think she was using Kali as a shield but no, she wasn't. She wasn't scared and that was probably dumb but she didn't care. In fact it was the complete opposite. She was taunting them, the alphas. Deliberately trying to get a rise out of them.
It worked.
Deucalion bared his teeth and she distinctly saw his eyes flash red behind his shades, Aiden and Ethan on either side of him looking both completely surprised but furious, their eyes locked onto Kali's.
"She was right" Deucalion murmured, "you are something"
"Clearly" her tone dry, "nothing gets past you Huh?"
All fell silent but she couldn't bare to look at her friends, her gaze strictly latched onto Deucalion's 'blind' one. That was it, she had just lost the respect and trust of every single one of them, she knew she did, she could feel it in the air. Their motto was to save not to harm.
"You didn't kill her" Deucalion noted, not sounding as angry as she expected him to, "why not? You had the perfect opportunity"
Ethan and Aiden both glanced at Deucalion in quiet surprise and mistrust, like they were shocked at his lack of empathy for one of his own, for Kali.
"I had lots of opportunities" she corrected, glancing down at Kali's bloodied neck as she held her up, "still do.." Her teeth had returned back to normal, back to human teeth but that didn't mean they couldn't change back in a flash, "in fact right now? I could rip her whole throat out, break her spine, pull her spleen from her body in a second, maybe all at once, and there's nothing you could do about it"
Her words were chilled and deadly, the strong copper taste of blood still lingering in her mouth making her want to spit it out.
"Except for one thing" she smirked, "I'm not that crude" and with that she shoved Kali sideways so she slumped to the floor harshly, blood still pouring from the wound even as it tried to heal, the muscle tendons and skin trying to stitch itself back together.
Deucalion, for the most part, looked impressed.
"It takes a lot to get one up on Kali, she's known for her cat like viciousness"
Kayla didn't reply, instead she just straightened herself up and fixed her red shirt that had gotten torn and bloodied in the fight, the pain in her abdomen from the pulled stitches not even having an effect on her - she was completely detached, like she was actually dreaming.
"I know what you are... Must say I am surprised, I thought it was just a myth" Deucalion continued, "never met one of your kind before" he said the word like it was filthy, a tainted curse, "very unusual indeed"
Ethan and Aiden both looked utterly confused, having no clue what Deucalion was on about, "but I'm the alpha, these are my alphas, the strongest of all... You're just a little girl"
And with that she had to laugh, she just had to. She didn't know where it came from but these dark laughs just spilled from her, her eyes turning stone cold. Little girl was she? Little girl? If only he could feel the power burning through her veins, how strong she felt, how capable she was. She wasn't just a 'little girl', she was a loaded gun, one it was probably best not to piss off.
From the corner of her eye she saw Kali reach out for her, her claws just scraping along her legs as if to grab her and pull her down, her sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight that streamed in through the large window behind them and she snapped. Kali's intentions were deadly, that was clear by the way she held herself, ready to kill or severely injure so in a way it was self defence... Kind of.
She grabbed Kali by the hair, forcefully yanking her up and grabbing her clawed hand just before she could reach for her face and snapped it all the way back to the point where a sickening crunch of bones echoed off the walls but Kayla wasn't done yet. Kali was still weakened from the blood loss, her wound still open so really it was a perfect opportunity to inflict more harm because why not? Why the hell not? Kali was a murderer, a killer, she deserved every ounce of pain she got. Hence why Kayla snapped her elbow then jolted her shoulder so much it popped loose from the joint, her arm completely disfigured to the point where Kali actually let out a deafening howl of pain and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.
Maybe she should feel remorse or guilt but she couldn't afford to, not now.
Kali crumpled in a heap for a second time at her feet, like a lifeless doll.
"I am NOT a little girl" she snarled, her fists clenching at her sides, "and your alphas?" She chuckled, nodding down to Kali, "weak, powerless" she glanced up at the twins, her former friends... Ish, "and them? Please" she scoffed, "they're as useless as a sack of potatoes"
Deucalion gave small push on Ethan's shoulder, the message being clear. Ethan, although unsure, still bared his teeth at her as he stalked forward even though his eyes were pleading with her to think rationally, whether concerned for his own safety or hers was unknown.
She kicked Kali away so she rolled onto her stomach, the fallen Alpha groaning in pain as she tried to snap her arm back into place.
"I've changed my mind, I don't forgive you" she spoke to Ethan, straightening out her posture, "I never really did" her words were like a stab to the heart judging by his expression, both knowing exactly what she was talking about - Mia. That unspoken name so powerful it made Ethan become slightly fearful. Maybe she spoke with pure hatred and grief, she didn't know, but just the thought of her daughter made everything become sharp and focused. He lied to her, he took away her memories of her baby for months, years, he didn't deserve her sympathy. He deserved to be punished for that. Mia was clearly nothing to him but she was everything to Kayla and she thought that Ethan understood that. But what he did...
When he charged she did nothing, just stood there calmly like nothing could faze her until the last moment, just before impact, where her hand shot out, palm raised and outstretched and hit him bang smack right in the middle of his chest. Normally such a hit to her arm, especially one so forceful and strong would snap it in two like a twig but now? Not so much. It didn't even hurt... Well, her. Ethan on the other hand immediately went down, his legs getting knocked out from under him, his chest screaming in agony as he collapsed to the floor, wheezing and spluttering, trying to catch his breath.
"That the best you got Ethan?' She taunted, grinning wickedly down at him and when his eyes flashed dangerously, his hand shooting out to grab her she just raised her foot and stomped down as hard as she could, the heel of her shoe digging into his wrist bone and causing him to let out a wince.
"Stop going easy on me" she growled, sensing he was holding back just a little because of their former friendship, "I won't hesitate to kill you either way" and with that she raised her free foot and booted him so hard in the chest she was sure she heard a few ribs crack.
Aiden, ever the protective brother, snarled from across the room and he looked furious. He wouldn't hold back, that much she knew. And she liked that. She wanted that. Unlike Ethan's softer side, Aiden didn't have one that he liked to show. She wanted him to try and break her down, to give her a good fight, none of this pathetic nonsense. She just had to rial him up.
"Come on Aiden, I know you want to" her dangerous gaze fixated on his, "it wouldn't be the first time you've hit me"
He faltered, almost unnoticeably, but glanced down at Kali who looked pale and steady, the blood loss making her useless and to Ethan who just lay on the ground, shaking his head at his brother. No, no, no, stop influencing him. Let him attack her, she wanted to rip him apart.
So, just to antagonise him, she raised her foot as if she was going to let Ethan's hand go but less than a second later she brought it back down with so much force on his hand the bones in his wrist and fingers shattered, causing her to smile in satisfaction.
"Man... That was bound to hurt" she mocked as he held in his shout of pain, his mouth wide open as he stared up at her like he had never seen her before - well he hadn't really, this was her fighting back, not ready to take any more of their bullshit.
It didn't take Aiden long to respond. In no time at all he was in front of her, his clawed hands gripping into her upper arms hard enough to draw blood but she didn't even wince, the adrenaline causing the pain to be practically non existent as he ripped her away from his brother with enough force to send anyone spinning through the air like a rag-doll and to collapse in a heap.
But she wasn't 'anyone'. You think they would have learnt that by now. She landed gracefully on her feet, a smirk in place.
"Good" she praised, "but I'm better" and with a deadly grin in place she kicked upwards, her feet wrapping around his neck as she forced her body to move with pace and precision, bending backwards like a snake as she flipped, pulling Aiden into a clumsy forced somersault that made him land on his back painfully where as she had wisely let go of him mid flip and landed crouched on all fours.
By this point Ethan, cradling his shattered hand to his chest, had leapt to his feet, a wild glint burning in his red gaze.
"Kayla stop, think about Mia-"
Just the fact he had the fucking nerve to speak her name made her absolutely furious, her hate filled days tunnelling on the target. He had no right to try and guilt trip her, the bastard, he didn't have the right to even think of Mia.
Still crouched, she swiped her feet out, catching him off guard as his legs got thrown out from under him and he fell to the concrete floor.
"I am" she screamed, "she's all I ever think about"
But Aiden recovered quickly and grabbed her from behind, lifting her into the air just as Ethan struggled to his feet and grabbed her legs that kicked out, both struggling to keep her calm.
The bastards.
Aiden must've sensed her grief and loss, the smell so prominent in the air that he thought he could use it against her.
"Mia wouldn't want her parents-"
Wrong fucking move.
She freed a foot, kicking Ethan under the chin so he started choking and then used her legs to wind around his neck and flip him to the side. Unluckily it didn't break his fucking neck. Then, with speed and agility that even surprised her in that moment, she flipped around through the air and landed on Aiden's back and without a second thought had sunk her sharp teeth, that she hadn't even realised until then had changed, deep into his neck.
It tasted disgusting. The copper taste filled her mouth as she fought the urge to gag, every single sharp tooth latched onto his warm skin, ripping and tugging at the flesh. He stumbled, overcome with shock and pain as she deliberately avoided any serious veins and arteries. Not wanting to kill him yet, just injure him enough to make him shut up about their daughter.
She slid off his back, pushing him roughly away from her as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, blood now coated along the top of her shirt. How fitting really that she was wearing red... Oh the irony.
She could feel his blood along her gums, the strong bitter taste of the liquid hitting the back of her throat making her stomach churn.
"Bet you didn't expect a love bite quite like that huh?"
Her snarky comments fell on deaf ears but she didn't care. She didn't have enough energy to care right now, only hate. She felt her friends gazes latched onto her like she was someone they had never seen before but still she didn't dare look, especially at him... At Stiles. He was apart of her, her anchor, her beating heart and if she glanced at him, even once, she knew she would crumple apart. He was everything good in her life right now, she didn't want to see his reaction to what she was doing, not now, not ever.
But she did feel a burning hate filled gaze on her and knew it was Deucalion's, her theory backed up by something whizzing through the air, as slim and sleek as an arrow, that she plucked from the air.
His stick. Only with a sharp needle like blade sticking out from the end of it.
"Didn't expect you to play dirty" she observed, "especially with your opponents back turned... Tut tut"
"Like you don't" Deucalion murmured, his blind stare oddly haunting.
A smirk graced her lips, "I didn't say I never" and with that she drove the short, but sharp, blade directly into Aiden's shoulder - no where that would kill him, no, it would just hurt like a bitch. Though a pang of guilt did flare up in her chest as she heard Lydia let out a small shriek at that, bringing her back into the harsh and painful reality.
Lydia...
For the first time since she started this insane revenge mission she allowed herself to feel. Not for her, no, but for Lydia. They were intertwined, tethered together in a way. Whatever they both were they were stronger together than apart. She felt, in the base of her stomach, Lydia's intense fear so sharp it almost made Kayla stumble.
She was... Scared of her?
No wait... Not of her... For her.
The repulsion and disgust she expected to feel from her friends wasn't present with Lydia. All she felt was horror at the situation, grief and empathy and fear that she, Kayla, would lose herself if she carried on doing what she was doing. Sometimes Lydia knew her better than she knew herself and her best friend was feeling scared that Kayla would wreck herself with guilt if she did actually kill one of them...
... But oh how she wanted to. How she wanted to snap Kali's neck or punish Ethan for his lies, how badly she wanted to hit Aiden exactly like he used to hit her, making him feel small and significant and bring down Deucalion so he couldn't lay a hand on her friends again, so he could leave Derek's pack alone and let her older cousin have what little family he had left back. She wanted that, these killer instincts in her flaring.
Killer instincts... Exactly like Peter.
Peter who she said she would never become.
Peter who she said she was nothing like.
Peter who was her father, her flesh and blood, but whom she hated... Or did she? Did she really hate him as much as she said she did? Was she, subconsciously, trying to live up to his standards?
Peter who, as she glanced down at her hands layered with both dried and fresh blood, was all she saw. She didn't see herself, she didn't see Kayla, she didn't see the girl that fought with her friends instead of against their wishes. She really was her fathers daughter.
She stumbled back a couple of steps, away from the three alphas that had fallen at her feet, the insane power rush causing untold amount of damage. Who the hell was she?
But the sound of a series of slow claps made everyone silent, even Deucalion paused and glanced to the side to see a dark lone figure at the top of the steps, casually leaning against the concrete wall like they had been there the entire time. The clapping was loud and hurt her ears as she frowned, trying to figure out who the hell was watching the scenes unfold without even a flicker of emotion.
The answer was blatantly obvious as the figure emerged into a patch of moonlight, the silvery light casting shadows across his blank but devastatingly handsome face.
Brian.
He inclined his head towards her and only then did she realise she spoke his name aloud, barely above a whisper.
"Kayla" he replied, a pleasant smile in place, "nice work"
She felt sick to the stomach, her gut churning as she realised this was exactly what he was wanting from her.
"I want to see your darkness"
"I know you have it in you... You're a murderer, I see it in your eyes every time I look at you... This powerful darkness that looks delicious"
"I feel it in you... I'm attracted to it... Like a bee to pollen... It's there, hidden, but still there... I just want it to come out and play"
He traipsed down the steps like he didn't have a care in the world, his eyes now fixed on Deucalion.
"Deucalion"
"Brian" everyone was silent, watching carefully as Brian came to stand opposite the Alpha.
"I've been wanting to meet you for a long time"
Brian seemed unimpressed with the Alpha's words, in fact he seemed to look down his nose at him, like he was a piece of mud on his shoe.
"I could've gone a lot longer" Brian whispered, his tone eerily calm as he suddenly raised his hand and backhanded Deucalion so hard the Alpha actually fell. Brian, the Strigoi, a creature so rare and unheard of, had just batted away the alpha of all alphas like he was a harmless fly.
And that... That terrified her.
With a flick of his wrist Deucalion was pinned to the pillar, unable to move.
With another flick of his wrist the other three Alphas, the ones Kayla had ungracefully beat up, were thrown to the side leaving only her and him on the stretch of concrete, the others unable to move forward.
He eyes latched onto hers and she felt a shiver go down her spine, fear freezing her to the spot. Brian had always been there, somewhere, for the last hectic months. Interfering, threatening, meddling which meant she didn't really consider how powerful he was, how powerful he was getting as time passed. She didn't even stop to think.
It was like he read her mind as he smirked, "I know right, powerful doesn't even come close"
Could he read minds now? No, she doubted it, he was powerful but he wasn't that powerful. Her expression must just be easy to read is all.
"Powerful?" She echoed, "crazy more like it"
"At least I can admit it" he took a few careful steps forward, inching closer and closer to her as her whole body tensed, her eyes catching a glimpse of Stiles on the sideline, his deep brown eyes frantic with worry but fuelled with hatred as they started at Brian and she distinctly saw his hand plunging into his goody pocket, his hand grasping something.
... Good, he had it.
"I'm not crazy" she deadpanned, shaking her head.
He scoffed as he appeared in front of her, "I've read your file at Eichen house, the one you stole. There's also another one that you didn't know about and oh boy does it document a lot" he whistled in appreciation and she clenched her fists.
Her time at eichen house was something she would really rather forget, even though those repressed memories were trying to squeeze through the holes in her mind she tried to not let them. At first she wanted them, now not so much.
"It's not going to work"
"What's not going to work?" He replied innocently, gently reaching out to play with a lock of her hair.
"Baiting me" she exclaimed, snapping her head to the side so her hair left his grasp, "what are you even still doing here? You could go anywhere, be anything, do anything you want and you stay in Beacon Hills... Why? What's in it for you?"
He just raised his eyebrows, unimpressed with her outburst, "why you of course"
She stilled, breath sticking in the back of her throat.
"... W-What?"
"Oh don't flatter yourself Hale" he chucked, slowly starting to circle her like a predator to prey, like a cat does to a scared little mouse before pouncing on it, playing and antagonising it before, ultimately, killing it, "I don't want you... Though the time we had really was fun, I want your power"
Her power? Sure she had some but it was a fluke, it was uncontrollable, it was deadly at times. She didn't even understand it herself, not yet.
"Power? I-I don't-"
He grabbed her from behind, his nails digging into her shoulders as he pulled her flush against his body, his warm lips grazing her ear, his hot breath washing over her cheek making her wince.
"Power Hale, something you have a lot of... Give it to me"
How? What the hell?
He spun her around forcefully, his large hands coming to rest over her wrists as he tightened his grip, most likely bruising her skin.
"GIVE IT TO ME"
She lashed out in defence, raising her leg to kick him between the legs and then, as he let her go, forcefully shoved him away. He stumbled, almost falling to his knees.
She heard a quiet but desperate call of her name and turned just in time to see Stiles throwing something to her and managed to catch it just in time. It was a small glass vile filled with clear blue liquid and, before Brian could see it, had clenched it in the palm of her hand.
He recovered quickly though and had backhanded her across the face before she could brace herself for it and had fallen to the concrete floor, her legs buckling underneath her as she hit her head off the concrete.
He hovered over her, steaming with rage as she tightened her grip around the small vile. The potion Deaton had made to strip Brian of his power, of everything that made him him. She just had to get him to drink it, that was the tricky part.
But apart of her knew how. He kicked her, yelling at her to get up. She pretended to take her time to get up, faking a moan of pain as she quickly and swiftly downed the contents of the bottle, keeping the small amount of liquid in her mouth.
Stiles saw this, his eyes widening at her plan but he didn't say anything, just gave her a nod, his jaw clenched.
She faced Brian and the next few moments were such a blur. All she knew was she could see his steely look, his furious gaze fixated on her, staring at her like a peace of meat. God how badly she wanted him gone.
The bitter liquid rested on her tongue as she grabbed his face full force and pulled him against her, their lips crashing together. A means to an end. Her tongue danced with his as she kissed him with so much force and aggression he stumbled, part in shock, part in wonder, as his hands grabbed her hair and pulled her right against him.
This was actually awful. The taste of the poison mixed with the fact his mouth was on hers, again, made her want to vomit but she powered through, dominating the kiss as she shoved him back against a stone pillar, only letting go and stepping back in disgust when she was sure that vile tasting liquid has been moved from her mouth to his.
Brian smirked, "wow Hale, if you wanted to kiss me you could've just..." He broke off, his face suddenly screwing up as he rested his hand over her stomach.
A euphoric feeling filled her - did it work? Please have worked. She didn't just kiss the devil for nothing.
The next few seconds blurred together sending her mind spinning. But the end result pleased her immensely.
There Brian lay sprawled, muttering pointless things under his breath, his eyes wide and unfocused and for the first time he looked powerless, vulnerable and weak.
He looked like he had lost his mind.
Kayla's stomach jolted, her eyes finding her friends surprised gazes.
"Anyone have Eichen house's number?' She asked dryly, "looks like they'll have a new patient"
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