Hope you all are having a great start to 2020, I know that I am. I really hope you guys enjoy this chapter and as always, I don't own Teen Wolf just my OC's. Let me know what you guys think in the comments, I always love to hear your thoughts.
Allison waited at the edge of the woods for her aunt to show. She knew that it was a bad idea, but she also needed answers and Allison was willing to make a deal with the Devil if it meant getting them. She just would have never thought that, in this case, the Devil was Kate but hey, the Devil you know right? She shivered as a gust of wind hit her. She had taken to wearing all dark clothing, even her black jacket, but still, she was cold.
She had lied to her parents, texting them that she was going to the gym and would be back by dinner. Then came the hard part of getting into contact with Kate. She had sat in her car for over thirty minutes playing with the idea of how to get into contact with Kate. She could call her, text her, or she could go out and try to find her herself. All of them seemed liked bad ideas and Allison started to wonder when this became her life. Finally, after giving herself a pep talk, she had decided on texting Kate. After waiting anxiously for ten minutes she had gotten a reply telling her when and where.
Except now she was late and it was getting dark. With her anxiety rising, Allison palmed the small pocket knife she had brought with her. It might be a bit overkill but considering her family might be in the mafia, one could never be too safe. She thought it over in her head multiple times; what could her family be involved in? The only answers that made sense to her were the underground crime syndicate or the mafia. Besides that, what else could it possibly be?
It made sense now that she thought about it. Why her parents had been so adamant about learning all about hunting and guns. Why they had made her take all those gymnastic classes, why they were always moving around. They had given her all the tools she needed to defend herself but covered it up with being an active child.
The only part she didn't quite grasp is where Sawyer fits into all of this. Her father and Kate had argued about them before. Then whenever Kate brought up Sawyer's family, her father got this dark expression on his face and cut her off. From what Allison could tell, Sawyer's mom was just a vet and her father was out of the picture. Her mother was an only child and her parents had died years ago, leaving them all alone. Which left her father's side of the family and it posed the question; did her father know about Sawyer's father?
Allison couldn't see how it was possible, this was the first time she had ever been to Beacon Hills. Then a thought arrived to her, and she clenched the knife harder. This is her first time in Beacon Hills, but it might not be her father's first time in Beacon Hills. It was in the realm of possibility that he could have lived here when he was younger. Which would make knowing Sawyer's mother, and possibly her father, makes sense.
There was a crunch of leaves on the ground and Allison whirled around, flipping the pocket knife open, and held it out in front of her. She huffed as she saw Kate in front of her, holding her hands up in defense, a wicked smile on her face.
"You can put the knife down." Kate said to her as if a knife pointed at her was not a big deal. She moved forward with her arms still in the air, but her movement was smooth and uncaring. "Then again, maybe you don't, terrible things happen in these woods."
Allison held the knife closer, "I only came here to talk."
Another step, "Then why the knife, Allison? Did you honestly think that I was going to kill you?" She asked mockingly. Another step, "Because I would never do that to family."
"Shut up." Allison snapped through gritted teeth. Kate took another step forward, her arms now down by her side, and the exposed skin her clavicle was against the tip of the knife. If Allison moved just a centimeter forward, she could cut Kate.
She thought about it, and she hates to admit it, but Allison really thought about it. She thought about flicking her wrist and cutting Kate's throat to shut her up. She thought about taking the knife and plunging it deep into her neck, letting it sit there as she bled out on the ground. She could almost see it now; her lying on the ground looking up to her for help. She had killed people, multiple people, she had tried killing her friends and killing her would probably be for the better.
Then she thought about all the times Kate had brought her a new stuffed animal. Had let her stay up late to watch a movie her parents did want her too. Brought her cool gifts every time she visited her, along with amazing stories. She thought about all the times they stayed up late talking about boys, all the pretend sleepovers they had because Allison was never very good at making friends. She thought about all the times that Kate had been her cool aunt and Allison realized something. She couldn't kill Kate because she loved her.
Lowering the knife Allison looked to her aunt with cold eyes, "We don't have long and I need answers."
"I didn't kill those people."
"No, you didn't," Allison admitted, "But you have killed people."
Kate's face was indifferent as she shrugged, "I wouldn't consider them people, they're animals really, but not people."
Allison's felt her heart drop, "How can you say something like that with so much…indifference?" She asked her in disbelief while trying to ignore the tears that were threatening to spill. Allison then ran a hand through her hair, "I mean you killed an entire family and you're proud of that." Kate's face finally shifted to surprise and Allison cursed herself. Kate hadn't known that she was there that night in the office. "Don't deny it, I know you killed the Hale family."
Kate bit her lip and narrowed her eyes at her, making Allison feel like prey. "You said you wanted answers, right."
"More than anything."
"And you want to know all of it, right?" Allison nodded her head and Kate continued, "The Hales and the Argents have been at war for centuries. Always circling around each other; prey and predator, man and animal, hunter and beast." She said the last one with a pointed look, "It's only been within the last two decades that we came into a truce with them. Eventually, though, a wild animal always succumbs to its most basic instincts."
Allison shook her head, "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Tell me, Allison, what does our family name mean?" Kate asked as she put her hands around her back and began pacing back and forth.
"Silver."
"Yes, and tell me what animal can be found on our family crest?" She asked again motioning towards her neckless with her head.
Allison's hand flashed up to the object that laid around her neck. The cold metal biting into her skin, "A wolf."
"Now tell me, what do wolves and silver have in common." Kate asked, egging her on, "You're a smart girl, come on I know you know."
Allison widened her eyes in disbelief. Her aunt didn't just kill people, but she was also insane, like, literally insane. She seriously thought that the Hales were werewolves and that her family was a bunch of werewolf hunters. She killed an entire family because she thought that they were a bunch of supernatural creatures. Jesus Christ her aunt was actually fucking insane.
"Oh my god," Allison whispered, "You're insane, like, actually insane."
Kate rolled her eyes, "I'm not insane, Allison. You wanted to know all the family secrets well here they are."
"I don't believe you." Her voice wavered and she tried to fight back her tears.
She hitched an eyebrow and Allison saw a dark look cross over her aunt's eyes. "Let me show you."
Kate held out her hand and Allison looked at it with dread. Allison kept flickering back and forth between her aunt's eyes and her hand. The hand that had been gripping her pocket knife let go of it and reached out, taking her aunt's hand. She had told Kate that she wanted to know the family secrets, Allison at least owed it to her to hear her out.
Even if the idea was insane.
Cassidy was at a loss for word as he watched his mother beat the living hell out a pillow with a rolling pin. It was an odd sight really; her hair was up, but pieces were falling out, black streaks stained her face from where her tears had mixed with her mascara. She was starting to sweat causing the rest of her make-up to start melting off. His mother truly resembled someone in a horror movie or an action movie. Honestly, Cassidy wouldn't be surprised if his mother went full Liam Neeson right now to try and find Sawyer.
There was a little yelp from below and Cassidy looked down to see Ozzy. His tail was wagging and he cocked his head to the side as he too, was watching his owner rage against a pillow. When Cassidy saw his mother let out a loud roar, grabbed the couch pillow, and tossed it across the room. He knew that it was time to intervene and put a stop to her raging.
"Mom!" He called out and rushed forward, placing a hand on her elbow. His mother stopped and whirled around. She was panting, her green eyes red, and she looked utterly mad. Her jaw was clenched and her hands had turned into fists. "We'll get her back," he told her, "I know we will."
Her upper lip twitched and her green eyes turned hard as she glared at the space behind him. "Cassidy, sweety, stay in the house." She ripped herself from his grasp, "Mommy has work to do."
"Mom, I really don't like the sound of that." He told her as she began moving up the stairs, "It sounds like you're going to do something stupid."
"I'm not." She told him as she entered her room, shutting the door on him.
Cassidy pressed his ears against the door trying to listen to what his mother was doing. He could hear the sound of movement and drawers opening. If he had to guess, it sounded like his mother was looking for some clothes to change into.
"You told me you would never do something stupid again." He screamed through the door, "You promised."
His mother's movements stopped and Cassidy backed out as the door opened. His mother was now dressed in a pair of dark black jeans and a long-sleeved, dark blue, shirt. She let out a great sigh and her tense shoulders slumped forward. "Cassidy, I know I promised you a lot of things, but this is just something I have to do." She turned back around and resumed her movements of trying to find something.
"Look, I want Sawyer back as well, but I don't want to lose you too." He cried out and Ozzy, who had followed him, let out a bark in agreement.
"You won't!" She yelled and he flinched. Her face then softened and she moved forward, kneeling down to his level. She placed her hands on his shoulders, "Cassidy, you don't have to worry about me anymore, that I can promise you. Right now, I need you to worry about yourself and keeping yourself safe while I'm out." She then looked around for something and quickly rushed to her nightstand, grabbed something, and came back to him. She grabbed his arm and began writing words on it.
"What are you doing?" He asked as she scribbled unknown words onto his arm.
"Once I leave the house, say these words three times at each doorway. It will keep anyone who bears us ill will out. The spell only lasts three hours so you'll have to redo it if I'm not back within that time."
"Wait, are you telling me to do magic?"
His mother looked like she wanted to interject and correct him, but ended up just shaking her head and letting it go. "Sure, it's magic, but promise me you'll do it, promise me you'll say these words."
"Yeah, I'll do it, but what if it doesn't work? What if I can't do it?"
His mother cupped his cheeks, "Cassidy, spells will always work if you believe that they work. The more you believe in them the stronger they are."
"So, like, in Peter Pan when they say Faith, Dust, and Pixie dust to fly?"
His mother cringed and looked physically hurt by that statement but, nonetheless, she smiled and nodded her head. "Sure, if that's how you can remember it, then that's how it works."
She then stood up and together they walked back down the stairs and into the living room. They walked to the door and Cassidy opened it, watching his mother walk through the threshold. "The spell, you promise." She said to him.
He nodded his head, "I promise."
His mother then leaned forward and kissed the top of his head, "I love you, Cassidy, and I will get your sister back." His mother then turned around and drove into the night for an unknown amount of time.
Cassidy looked outside the door and made sure no one watching before shutting the door. He then looked at the words on his arm and tried to decipher the language. He was pretty sure it was Latin, it looked like Latin, then looked back to the door. "Here goes nothing." He whispered to himself.
He rose both hands, as if he was surrendering, and said the words, "Domus ex defendat malus. Domus ex defendat malus. Domus ex defendat malus." He furrowed his brow as nothing happened. He thought there was going to be a big show, or some rush of power going through him? But, as he looked at the doorway, it was as if nothing had happened.
So, he tried it again, but this time, with feeling.
"Domus ex defendat malus! Domus ex defendat malus! Domus ex defendat malus!"
Something inside of him burst and he watched as an odd shape he had never seen before manifested on the door. It created a blue shimmer that spread out across the whole front of the house; the shape glowed for a couple of seconds before disappearing. The shimmer was barely visible, but it was there. Cassidy then grinned and looked down at his hands in amazement, "So, cool."
The first thing Sawyer noticed when she woke up was the smell of ash. It was everywhere and was assaulting her from all sides. She groaned as she realized there was only one place, she could be that smelled like this. Peter must have dragged her back to the Hale House while she was unconscious.
Peter. Just the very thought of him made her want to scream out in anger. She was so stupid for trusting him, for thinking that he wanted to help her. She was so stupid for thinking that she could actually help him, that he would change for her. Stupid, so, so, stupid.
"Good you're awake." She heard him say from behind her. She turned around and saw him sitting on an old chair. One that had been ruined not only fire but also age, "I was thinking you would sleep until morning."
"Why did you bring me here?" She growled out and tried to get to her feet, but stumbled, "And why do I feel so…drugged?" It was the only way to describe the feeling. Her thoughts were jumbled, she felt sluggish, and it hurt to move even an inch.
"I brought you here so we could talk, alone, and finally clear the air." Then motioned to her, "As for the drugged feeling, well, wounds inflicted by an Alpha always take longer to heal."
"We couldn't have just talked at my house?"
He shook his head, "Not without the possibility of interruption."
She rolled her eyes and forced herself to sit up, "You do realize that my mom will literally kill you for this, right?"
His lips turned into a small smirk and something warm flashed across his eyes. "I know Blake, she'll calm down eventually. In the meantime, how about we talk about your life? I'm interested in knowing how school's going."
"I'm almost interested in learning how you convinced yourself into killing your niece and turning your only daughter into a werewolf. The trying to make said daughter hurt, and or kill, all of her friends."
Peter frowned, "You know, it's best if we don't focus on the past."
She snorted, "That's a bit hypocritical coming from you, don't you think." She paused, "I mean that's why you're doing all of this right? Getting revenge for something that happened almost a decade ago."
He shrugged his shoulders and got up from his seat, "Among other things," He told her and began pacing back and forth. His hands were clasped behind his back and with the long black coat, he reminded Sawyer of an evil villain.
"Where's Derek?" She asked as she could not sense any signs of him, his note to her at the back of her mind. She thought for a moment that maybe this was a part of his plan, that this is what he meant by tonight. However, as she looked around the destroyed room, Peter's comments, she wavering a guess that something bad happened between the two.
"We had a little spat," He explained, "However, I'm over it and he is welcomed to come back whenever he wants. Now, back to what really matters," He sat down at the edge of the bed and gave her a grand smile, "So, tell me."
Sawyer frowned, "Tell you what?"
He gestured to her, "About yourself, I mean the last time I had a real conversation with you, you were four."
Sawyer pursed her lips and stared at Peter. She's not exactly sure what she should say here? Was there something in particular that he wanted to hear? Then he said that the last time they had talked she was four, so really, he's had no conversation with her. Which, okay, Sawyer will give him that; if he just wanted to talk then she could talk.
"Umm, I'm sixteen, I'm a recently turned werewolf, I have a little brother named Cassidy, and my best friend is Lydia Martin."
Peter rolled his eyes, "Well, I know that I mean, tell me things about your life that I wouldn't know."
"My life," She asked sarcastically and sat up a little straighter, "Well, um, my life kind of sucked. Not gonna lie, it could have been better. Currently, though, my life has kind of taken a turn for the really weird, so yeah, you're updated."
"That can't be everything?" He suggested.
Sawyer huffed in annoyance and ran a hand through her hair, "I don't know what you want me to say, Peter! You want me to say that things were easy because they weren't. Do you want me to say that I was happy because I wasn't! I was alone! God was I alone, I was alone and I was sad and I was… I was… I was angry." She shrugs her arms and felt tears begin to well in her eyes, "I still am angry. I've been angry ever since I was six years old and I haven't stopped since. I'm so exhausted from being angry and I just want to rest because I'm tired. Just so very, very, tired." Letting out a final sigh, she looked towards Peter, "So, yeah, that's been my life so far."
She watched his face, looking for any sign of guilt or regret, but all she saw was shame. He looked away from her and instead moved his gaze to the floor. "I can't say that your life would have been any better with me in it," He said and smiled, as if he was remembering something, "Hell, maybe it wouldn't have been the same. What I do know, though, is that I would have done anything to keep you happy."
"I want to believe you." She told him as he looked to her crestfallen, "But your idea of my happiness, and what my actual happiness is, are clearly two very different ideas."
He wasn't biting his lip, but he was biting the inside of his cheek. She could see it from the way he was clearly clenching his teeth. His one hand, that had been resting by his side, had formed a fist and looked towards the window. His upper lip twitched and within in a few swift steps, he was up from his spot on the bed and looking out the window.
"This used to be your room," He said as his gaze locked with something outside the window. "You probably don't remember, you being so young and all, but this was your room." Sawyer looked around the room and tried to find anything that she could identify with herself. However, it was nearly impossible due to the fire damage and years of being subjected to the elements. If the elements had not gotten to it, then it was wild animals. She could smell the remints of a family of squirrels that lived in the closet.
Sawyer forced herself to her feet and winced at the pain. Although her entire body still hurt, she felt well enough to stand. Her head spun for a moment, making her wobble on her feet before she was able to lean on the wall to regain her balance. She turned her focus back to Peter and watched him silently as he peered out the window. The sky was clear, allowing the natural light of the moon to illuminate his face, causing her to see his reflection in the window.
"I won't do it," She told him and their eyes, both a harsh blue, met in the window, "I won't help you kill Kate Argent."
"If I don't kill her then she will hunt all of us down, one by one. She won't stop until she sees every single one of us in the ground."
"There has to be another way." She pleaded.
"There isn't!" He growled harshly, turning around and glaring his red eyes at her.
She flinched but remained strong, "There always is. She has to be stopped, that I agree with, but not like this, not by killing her." She took a few steps closer to him, "We kill her then we're no better than she is. "
Peter narrowed his eyes, "You're starting to sound a lot like Scott."
She tilted her head to the side, "Well, maybe he was on the right track." She saw the look in his eyes and she knew that he wasn't convinced. The thought nearly made her growl; now she understood where her stubbornness came from. "Fine, if you don't care for morality how about this; If we kill her then we give them a reason to kill us. It would be war and they far outnumber us."
His eyes lit up as a small smile formed on his face, "Now that sounds more like you," He then clapped his hands together, "See, I have taken that into consideration, and, well, I can always make more betas. They can't make more hunters."
Sawyer took a deep breath in and a new, familiar, scent rushed through her nostrils followed by three more. She wanted to laugh, to smile, but she held her features not to tip Peter off. From the looks on his face he hadn't smelled it yet, he was too focused on her and she wanted to keep it that way.
"That's if you remain the Alpha." She spat out and Sawyer could feel sweat trickle down her neck. Though it was such a little detail, she was kind of mad that her nice blouse had gotten ruined. It had been a Christmas gift from her grandmother before she died.
Peter quirked an eyebrow, "Are you planning on killing me?" He asked mockingly. Sawyer felt her heart beat faster. No, she didn't want to kill him, desperately she didn't want to kill him. But, no matter how many times Peter said that he was her father, he wasn't, not anymore. The man that had been her father died nearly a decade ago in a fire with the rest of his family. That much was clear now. He was gone and no matter what she did, she could not bring him back. Maybe if she had had more time then she could have come to accept this Peter, but she didn't. Time was not on either of their sides and she needed to make a decision fast.
"Not me," She said in a low voice.
"Well, who else could be stupid enough to try their hand at killing me?" Sawyer raised an eyebrow and Peter studied her expression. He then took a deep breath in and he rolled his eyes, flashing them red, as he glared out the window. Then he growled out his name, "Derek."
Meeting up with Derek in a dark and creepy secluded place in the woods was not a good plan. Meeting up with a very on edge Derek, and very confused Jackson, in the middle of the woods? Even worse of a plan, however, Stiles found himself doing just that. Sometimes, he really wonders if it's worth it, going through will all of these bad ideas?
Derek had been firm though; this was where they had to meet.
"Can't you ever pick a normal meeting place?" He grumbled as he walked closer to the two other men. Yes, he said men, because, being honest here, Jackson was one ab away from being a fucking washboard.
Derek rolled his eyes, "Where's Scott?"
Stiles glared at him, "He's having a bit of a family crisis at the moment, so I'm your backup."
"Stilinski? Seriously?" Jackson asked while pointing an accusing finger towards him, "Stilinski is your backup." He threw his hands in the air, as if in defeat, which Stiles resented, "If that's true then might as well give up now."
"I'm sorry, why are you here again?" He asked mockingly, "Last time I checked you hated Sawyer."
Jackson's face quickly went from anger to confusion, "Sawyer? Rhodes? What the hell does she have to do with this?"
Stiles redirected his glare from Jackson to Derek, "You mean you didn't tell him?"
Derek pinched the bridge of his nose, "This is why I wanted Scott," He mumbled more to himself than to anyone else. He took a deep sigh and placed his hands by his side, "Look, Jackson is here because he can be some use to me, I mean us." He gave the said male in question a quick sneer, "And Scott was supposed to be my backup for Sawyer, but I guess you'll do."
Stiles was quiet and studied Derek's expression for a moment, "Do you know?" He asked, his void of any emotion, "About Sawyer, any of it, did you know?"
Derek turned his head and shame washed over him, "Not at the beginning, but I started suspecting a could weeks ago." His face softened, and Stiles couldn't help but think this was the first time he had ever Derek's face look this soft, "Stiles, if I had known, any earlier, I…" He seemed to struggle with the next couple of words.
"You wouldn't have told her." Stiles said for him, a hint of anger in each word he said, "You wouldn't have told her because you would have thought it would be for the best. I mean, I get it; why bother giving her a family she would immediately lose anyway?" He said.
"That's not why!" He insisted.
"Isn't it," Stiles questioned, "I mean this was always the plan wasn't it, you've been saying it from the start. The only way to stop the killing is to kill the Alpha, and the Alpha just happens to be the only family you have left and also happens to be her father." A wave of confidence washed over him and he took a step closer, "That's why you tried so hard to look at all other theories except for the clear obvious one. You didn't want it to be true, but it is Derek, and now you have to accept that. Peter has to be killed." Even as Stiles said it, it still felt odd coming from him, "It's the only way, even Sawyer sees that."
"Never thought you would be the one to make sense, Stiles," Derek said to him, almost giving him a look of respect.
"Scott can be blinded by his own heart; he always wants to see the best in people, he always wants to see another way, a compromise. Me? Well, I've read enough of my dad's cases to know that sometimes the best thing that can happen to someone, the most mercy we can give them, is death."
"Jesus, Stilinski," Jackson quipped from behind Derek, "That's a bit dark."
"He's right," Derek agreed with him, "Peter's not in his right mind, and I don't think he can ever be again. He won't stop until he feels like justice has been served, and god only knows when that is." Derek then pulled something out of his jacket and placed it in Stiles's hand. "Here, this will protect you."
Stiles unwrapped it and frowned as he looked at a small vial of clear liquid, "What the hell is this?"
"It's a potion, of sorts, it will heal any wound that's inflicted by any supernatural creature. It won't help against the bite of an Alpha, but it sure as hell will save you from a scratch." He then pulled something from his other pocket and tossed it to Jackson. "Here, this is for you, and make sure you don't lose that one. The guy I got it from would have my head stuffed and mounted if I lost that."
Jackson held the object up and inspected it, "What is this, a class ring?" He snarked, "What am I supposed to do, boast them to death?"
"That ring brings the wearer back to life if killed by supernatural means."
"What if I get shot?" Jackson inquired.
"Then you better find a good hospital." Derek snapped back, "I wouldn't try testing that out too many times either. Bad things tend to happen when you come back from the dead one too many times."
"So, like, he'll be a zombie?" Stiles asked as he pocketed the vile.
"No, not like a zombie."
"Well, he's dead, then he comes back to life, that sounds like a zombie." Stiles argued
Jackson held the ring away from him, "Hey, man, I don't want any ring if it's going to term me into a zombie."
"You won't be a zombie!" Derek shouted, shutting both of them up effectively. "If you don't want the lifesaving ring then give it back."
"No, I want it." Jackson said in defense as if he was a small child protecting his toy from his parents. He slipped the ring onto his finger. He was right though; it was hideous and had the shape of a class ring. Instead of harboring any year on it though, or school mascot, Stiles could make out some writing and a strange symbol in the middle. The color was black but as Jackson shifted it the color changed in the moonlight. Stiles could spot a flash of both green and pink, maybe even a hint of red and blue.
"Useless conversation aside is the final end goal clear to everyone."
Jackson rolled his eyes, "Yeah, break into your creepy house, find your uncle, distract him and try not to die, then have you try to kill said uncle. Then, after you become the Alpha, you bite me and I get what should have been mine in the first place."
"Hold up!" Stiles yelled, "That's what you bargained with! You told him you would turn him if he agreed to help!"
"It was the only way to get him on board." Derek argued back.
"Derek, he's literally the worst," He gestured to Jackson, who didn't even look offended by the comment, "Turning him would be like giving a junkie more drugs; not a great idea."
Jackson snorted, "Please, Stilinski, you're just afraid that I would be a better werewolf then your precious friend."
"This is a dick measuring contest, Jackson!" He yelled and turned his anger towards him, "The bite doesn't always take, you could die. And if you do become a werewolf, then what? Scott is one of the most kind-hearted people I know and even he struggles with his anger; what are you gonna do when a full moon happens?" He softened his gaze, "You really want to bet those odds?"
Jackson turned his gaze towards Derek. His cold, blue-grey eyes glaring daggers into Derek's green ones. "It's true," Derek said, agreeing with him the second time that night, "The bite might not take and you could die. He's not lying about the anger either; every emotion you've ever had will be amplified by ten. Something as simple as being frustrated at homework will become a murderous rage during nights of the full moon."
Jackson clenched his jaw and palmed his newly ringed finger, "I've always been a betting man." He said and Stiles felt a shiver run down his back. He didn't get it, he didn't get, or worse, he didn't care. Jackson was so consumed with being the best that he didn't even care if he killed a person.
"Alright." Stiles said knowing that he wouldn't be able to win this battle, "I just hope the odds aren't against you, Jackson." He meant it too. Though he hated the person in front of him, he would never wish to see him dead. Knocked down a few pegs, oh for sure, but not this, never this.
"Let's get a move on," Derek said, cutting the tension in the air, "It still a half a mile from the house and I have a feeling that Kate's gonna be stopping by soon."
That was the end of that and together they all set off towards the Hale house. Derek had been leading them through the woods as he was the only one who truly knew it, and could see at night. They made sure to be careful not to make much noise and to be on the lookout for any traps. If the situation wasn't so serious Stiles would have started humming Mission Impossible music to set the mood. Did he truly think that this was going to work? No, he didn't, he was almost pretty sure that this was not going to work. Did he have hope that it was going to work? Of course, he did! It wasn't like he wanted to plan to go wrong.
In the words of Luke Skywalker; he had a very bad feeling about this.
Though it was dark, Stiles could still see the outline of the house just behind the clearing of trees. The moon was shining down on it, highlight just how big and broken it truly was. The three of them walked out of the tree line and into the clearing, stopping just a few meters before the front door. Stiles swallowed a bit of fear, the house was much more intimidating in the moonlight.
"This is it?" Jackson asked as he pointed towards the house.
"Yeah, this is it." Derek answered him.
"Is it safe?" Jackson questioned and Derek turned to him with a raised eyebrow, "I just mean a rafter, or beam, or whatever?" He paused as he rolled his wrists in a certain motion, "Isn't going to fall on me, is it?"
"It's safe." Derek said, with a little more force than his previous words.
"Are you sure?" He asked again while palming the new ring.
"Very."
Jackson tilted his head side to side, crack his neck, then his knuckles, and shook out his hands. "Alright, then," He said and began his moving forward, "Then let's do this."
Though Stiles hated to admit it, Jackson had guts.
He and Derek followed soon after; walking up the steps of the Hale house porch and waiting for Jackson to turn the handle. Stiles could see that he was hesitating, though he might not be a werewolf, Stiles could tell why. Jackson was afraid, the fear of what he was doing was finally settling in. However, with a quick shake of his head, Jackson was able to remove that fear and twist to the doorknob, pushing the door open.
They all paused, waiting and looking for anything to happen when nothing appeared to jump out of them. They walked through the door and started scanning the space around them for any traps. "He's here." Derek whispered, "I can smell him, Sawyer, too."
"You know what, I changed my mind, I don't want to be here anymore." Jackson said quickly and turned around, trying to make a hasty escape.
He would have if it hadn't been for Derek standing in his way. Derek, slammed the door shut, and glared menacingly at Jackson, "You're not going anywhere. You made a deal with me, if you don't honor that deal, then I'll break every bone in both your hands and you can say goodbye to your lacrosse career."
"You can't get away with that! Someone will,"
Derek had cut him off before he could finish that thought, "No one will care, Jackson, because no cares that you have perfect hair, no cares that you drive an expensive car, and no cares that you are Captain of the Lacrosse team!" He yelled his final words. With each sentence, he had gotten closer to Jackson, and his claws were now extended.
Well, if Peter hadn't known they weren't here before, he sure does now.
"Actually," A familiar voice rang from behind them, "It's Co-Captain."
"Scott?" "Scott!" "Scott." All three of them had said his name at the same time is varying tones. Jackson's with confusion, Stiles with glee, and Derek with trepidation.
The werewolf in question stood in the front doorway of the Hale house. His hands-on his hips, posed in a very superhero-like fashion. If it wasn't for the fact that Derek was almost a good foot taller than Scott, Stiles would have actually placed his bets on him. However, Stiles knew that Scott couldn't fight to save his life, and knew how this was going to end. Judging by the look that Scott was giving him, he was also very aware of that fact.
"Stiles, get Jackson out of here." Scott said in a low, but clear, voice.
"Stiles, you move and I will kill you." Derek growled.
Both of them transformed and staged themselves for fighting. Yeah, he wasn't going to get in the middle of this one. Stiles rushed over to Jackson and gripped him by his sleeve jacket, forcing him to his feet, "Follow me!" He yelled as Scott and Derek began their battle. Stiles was going to give Scott about three minutes before Derek beat him. That gave him three minutes to find Sawyer, evade Peter, and get all four of them out of the house safely. Yeah, this totally wasn't going to be hard at all and had no flaws whatsoever.
As they got to the top of the stairs and entered the second floor Stiles turned to Jackson, "Look, Sawyer is in one of these rooms, and we have to find her before Derek wins."
"Wait, you don't know what room she's in?" He asked incredulously.
"Oh, just kick open doors until you find her." He yelled as he began his search, opening up the first door, which had been a closet.
"What if Peter's there?"
"You have the ring, you'll be fine. Now start moving before Derek wins."
When not being at each other's throats, they actually made a pretty decent team. Their method was working, each door they knocked down they only found an empty room. They could both hear the grunts of pain, and roars, coming from both Derek and Scott, though neither had an idea on who's was who's. They met in the middle, at the last door on the second floor, the last door they hadn't knocked down.
"Well, last one, this has to be it." Jackson mumbled.
Stiles nodded his head and panted out, "Yup, odds are our death is behind this door."
"Don't suppose you have any weapons on you."
"Nope," He popped the p, "Only my car keys."
Jackson shook his head, "I can't believe this is how I die." Jackson then finished his sentence by dropping kicking the door so hard, that it flew off its hinges. They both rushed into the room, letting out a war cry, with their fists in the air. Both were stopped, however, when they saw that Sawyer was laying down on the bed, looking peacefully asleep.
Stiles rushed over to her side and tried his best to lift her up. She mumbled something unintelligible in his ear as he practically dragged her to her feet.
"What's her problem?" Jackson asked as pointed to Sawyer.
Stiles wrapped an arm around her waist and forced one of her arms around his shoulder, "Doesn't matter, let's go before Peter find us."
"Closet," Sawyer gurgled but Stiles didn't listen to her, she was too out of it.
"Come on let's go." He said again and made his way for the door.
Only for it to be slammed shut and locked by Peter, who was now staring at them creepily.
"Told you," Sawyer mumbled, "Closet."
Oh, so that's what she meant. Well, he was always told that hindsight is twenty-twenty.
Peter smiled and began walking towards them, "Now, I know you weren't just trying to escape with my daughter, were you?" He chuckled, though Stiles didn't see the joke, "Because if that was true, then I would probably have to kill you."
"Well, I can't not, not say that isn't true," Stiles mumbled as he took a step back, "However, I would describe what we are doing is only momentarily misplacing her for the time being." Jackson groaned and shook his head, looking like he was already accepting his death.
Something changed though. Peter narrowed his eyes, Sawyer's eyes he noted, and tilted his head to the side like he was listening for something. Like the snap of someone's fingers, he no longer looked menacing, but rather, a concerned parent. He rushed past them and opened up the window, "This will be the only time I spare your lives," He told them.
Before Stiles could even question his motives, the entire house erupted in gunfire, causing both him and Jackson to duck on instinct. Well, it looks like Kate's arrived and she brought some friends with her too. The sudden change in motives made sense to him, and Stiles, for once, agreed with Peter. "Go, get her out of here, before it's too late."
"I'm not leaving without, Scott." Stiles pressed.
Jackson scoffed, "Maybe you aren't but I am," He then gestured towards Stiles, "Give me Sawyer, I'll get her out of here."
Sawyer mumbled a protest but Stiles sighed, "Sorry, Sawyer, but seeing as you can't even put together a sentence," He passed her off gently to Jackson, who tossed her over his shoulder like she was a sack of potatoes. He watched as Jackson climbed out of the window and onto the roof, silently hoping they would make it to safety.
"I suggest you get out of here too." Peter said.
"I told you, not without Scott."
"I admire your loyalty, Stiles, truly I do." He took a step towards him, "However, blind loyalty isn't always smart."
"My loyalty to Scott isn't blind, he's my best friend, I would do anything for him, and I know he would do the same for me."
The gunfire was only getting louder, telling him that Kate was getting closer. It was only a matter of time before they made it through the door. Ignoring Peter and his intimidating glare, Stiles pushed passed him and ran down the stairs, dodging the falling debris while doing so.
"Scott!" He yelled and said person turned around to smile at him, his werewolf features almost disappearing. That changed though, when Scott lunged forward in pain, bright red blood started seeping through his shirt. "Scott!" He yelled again and rushed forward, helping his friend before he hit the floor.
Stiles then began dragging his best friend, who was becoming increasingly limp, out the back door.
When Kate had returned to her smelling of gun powder, with a wild look in her eyes, Allison knew that something had happened. Kate had told her to stay back and wait for her return before doing anything. That entire time that she had been waiting, Allison had toyed with the idea of calling her parents, or the police. She had played along with Kate about the whole werewolf thing, trying to see if they were any cracks in her façade. However, once they were an hour into it, Allison had come to the startling realization that Kate actually believed all of this. She really believed in a war between her family and werewolves.
The only reason she hadn't run is that Kate promised her proof, and, well, Allison was curious.
Looking at Kate now, though, and seeing that wild look in her eyes. Allison wasn't so sure that she wanted to know what Kate had done.
"Where are we going?" She asked Kate as her aunt lead her down a dark and damp tunnel. The only source of light was coming from the flashlight Kate was holding.
"You'll see," Was all that Kate said to her. That hadn't made Allison feel any better, and once again she found herself slipping her hand into her pocket. Feeling the small pocket knife that was safely tucked away, ready to be used at any moment.
They had been walking for at least five minutes and Allison had done her best to remember every turn they had taken. In the event that Kate went truly psycho on her, and her weapon failed her, at least she had an escape route. The lighting was pretty poor and Allison is almost ninety percent sure that she's stepped in a few suspicious-looking puddles. She was so going to have to wash her shoes after this little adventure. Well, that's assuming that she's getting out of this adventure alive. Which she hopes she is because dying at seventeen would totally blow.
Her train of thought came to a screeching halt when Kate stopped in front of a huge metal door. It was the type of door you would see on an entrance to a bunker for some Doomsday Prepper. Against Allison was really starting to question the mental stability of everyone is Beacon Hills. Was there something in the water that she should be made aware of, that turns people insane? Because, at this point, a secret underground bunker was little much at this point, even for Beacon Hills.
"Where are we?" She asked again as she stared up at the intimidating door. Kate turned to look at her and Allison crossed her arms over her chest, "I meant in regards to the town because obviously we're underground."
"We're underneath the Hale House." Kate answered her.
"Seriously," Allison said under her breath and shook her head. What was it with this town and that family?
Kate placed her hand on the handle to the door and smirked, "Now, you ready to see why our family still fights?" Allison didn't exactly have a response to that. So, she opted for just shaking her head slightly and summoning all the courage she had.
Kate's smirk turned into a manic smile as she slid open the door, "Behold!" She exclaimed loudly, as if she was a Circus ring leader, "Take a look at what a real monster looks like Allison."
Allison's mouth opened, her jaw-dropping, as she took in the sight of a badly beaten and bloodied Derek Hale. Kate had changed him up to a metal fence as well as certain IV's that she certain weren't for medical treatment. "Hey, handsome," Kate greeted him then grabbed a Taser, plunged it into Derek's side, causing him to roar.
She means roar too because Derek's face shifted into something that wasn't human. "See, Allison, this is why we have to get rid of them, they're dangerous." She then electrocuted him again and Allison held herself back from flinching.
Oh, there was a monster in the room, that Allison was sure of, but the monster wasn't Derek Hale.
Anyone catch the slight Vampire Diaries reference?