Hello everyone, . Firstly; I want to apologize for this late chapter. Life has a funny way of directing you in a different direction. Secondly; as I mentioned in my last chapter, this story will end at chapter 25, so there are two more to go. And lastly, enjoy this chapter.
Six hours earlier, road bound for Beacon Hills
Kylie hum as she look out the window; Jo glanced at the rear view mirror and eyes on the road again.
"Did you have a good time in school?" Jo asked.
Kylie's head movde away from the window and to Jo.
"The best!" Kylie giggled.
"Can't wait to hear all about it," Jo smiled. Kylie giggled and looked out the window again. Behind them, an unmarked van was driving slowly. Jo noticed the van earlier and kept an eye out for it.
They already left the city limit when Jo noticed that the van was now gaining speed; she slightly step on the speed too.
"Kylie, hold on tight," warned Jo as she sneaked another look at the van. Kylie could smelt the fear and worries off Jo.
"Méré, what's wrong?" Kylie whispered.
Just then the van was on their side and it quickly ram at the side of the car. Kylie screamed and quickly hold onto her car seat. Jo grunted and drove the ahead to miss another collision with the van. The van ram at the headlights of the car and it swerve to the side of the road.
Jo managed to drive the car ahead and sped away. However, the van also sped ahead and ram again at the side of the car. Kylie screamed and started to cry.
"Kylie, don't worry we will get out of this," Jo tried to assured the little girl.
Suddenly, the van drove a few meters away from the car and back again. Jo lost control of the wheel and the car went tumbling over the side of the road. It rumbled down the hill, Kylie screamed louder and Jo turned to look at her when the car did a final fall and landed on its side up. The wheels were up in the air and that was a fluid leaking out of the car.
The van stopped and out climbed Monroe, she smirked at the sight and began walking towards it. Jo's hands were above her head, she groaned and winced at the sudden pain shooting through her skull. Slowly she turned back and looked at Kylie. Her breath stop short when she saw Kylie with blood running down the side of her cheek and she was not moving.
She struggled out of her seatbelt, but it wouldn't unlock. She heard leaves rustling outside and looked at the group walking towards them. Frantically she tried again, she looked back at Kylie but she was still unconscious.
"Kylie, please wake up," Jo whispered in French.
Monroe approached Jo's door and kneel down to look at her. She grinned at her.
"So what are you? Werewolf, Werecoyote, Banshee or something else?"
Jo spilt at her, "Screw you." Monroe laughed and stood up again.
"Get the girl," Monroe ordered. Two men walked the other side of the car and opened the door.
Jo thrust and twist around as the men unbuckled Kylie's car seat and remove her. She was still unconscious.
"No don't you dare take her!" Jo screamed at them, but they pay no attention to her.
"Or you'll do what? I don't see you coming out of here soon," Monroe smirked. She spied Jo's phone beside Jo.
"Get the phone," she asked.
A man walked to the other side and picked up the phone. Jo lashed at him with her nails, he yelled and pull out quickly before any more damage is done.
"Scott will find you, you can't hide forever," Jo threatened.
Monroe grinned. "I am banking on that."
"Torch the car," Monroe ordered and walked back to the van. Jo frantically looked behind her as a woman strike a match and dropped it on the puddle of fluid. It caught on fire quickly. The group walked quickly to the van.
Jo tugged desperately at her seatbelt and suddenly it snapped free. She tumbled on her head and groaned. She slowly crawled out of the car, the fire was slowly licking at the car. Jo looked up and saw the van drove off.
"Kylie!" Jo screamed and an explosion erupted behind her.
Six hours later, The Reserve
"You have twenty four hours to surrender yourself and your daughter will be free," Monroe bargained and the line went dead.
Peter roared and threw a chair at the wall. He looked back at Scott with angry blue eyes.
"This would never happen if she never met you!"
"We will get her back," Stiles shouted back at Peter.
"How? She didn't leave a location," Peter snarled at him.
Stiles opened his mouth and quickly shut it.
"Your plans won't work," Peter growled and start to pace around the room.
He groaned and ball up his fists. "If anything happen to her, I swear to - "
"Stop," Malia whispered quietly beside Scott.
Everyone look at her. What once was a brave werecoyote stood in her place was someone who lost everything. She was pale and trembling slightly.
Peter took in a deep breath and let it out.
"She wants me, I will go," Scott said as he stood tall and look at everyone in the room.
"No, we will get her and keep you alive. Come on man, don't do something stupid to end your life," Stiles prompted.
"He's right, we defeated her before. We can do it again," Lydia assured the pack.
"But she now has a leverage over us; Kylie," Derek whispered.
The room was silent as everyone tried to come up with a plan. Malia slowly sink to a chair and drop her head in her hands. Scott kneel down in front of her and took her hands. It was wet with her tears.
"We will get her back, I promise you this," Scott vowed. Malia pulled Scott close to her and hugged him, her tears freely falling down her cheeks. The pack stood nervously; watching her.
Suddenly there was a thump on the front pouch. Argent quickly drawn his gun along with Braeden and Stiles. The werewolves unsheathed their claws; everyone on high alert.
They heard the door open; everyone standing ready to fight. Jo stumbled into the room and everyone breathe a sigh of relief. Malia got up and strike quickly to her side.
Jo was covered in dirt and leaves, her face partly covered with sweats and her blood. She was holding onto her left arm. Malia gently led her to a chair and put her down.
"Monroe took Kylie," Jo whispered.
"We know, she called Malia's phone with yours," Stiles provided.
Jo looked at him and at Malia beside her.
"Am sorry, I couldn't keep her safe," Jo whispered to her. Malia shook her head.
"Can you find her?" Peter asked.
"Yes, the location spell is still on her," Jo answered as she tried to stand up.
The rest of the pack were confused. They watched as Jo, Malia and Peter walked into the study.
"What is a location spell? Where is the location spell?" Stiles asked.
"Ever since Kylie was a baby, I'd been put a location spell in case something like this ever happen," Jo provided.
"What?" Scott shouted.
"It was for her protection," Malia explained.
"Wait, a spell?" Lydia clarified. Malia nodded her head.
"I don't practice magic like I used to, my powers are rusty," Jo explained.
"Powers?" Stiles exclaimed.
"It only works with the Supernatural, my coven don't go after humans," Jo added.
"Got it!" Peter yelled. Everyone look to him as he held up a rolled up map in his hand. He spread the map on the table in front of Jo. Jo groaned at the pain shooting through her left arm. Malia held onto her shoulder.
"Am ok," Jo assured her.
"What are you going to do with the map?" Stiles asked. The map on the table was of Beacon Hills and its surrounding towns.
"To locate Kylie," Jo answered. She pulled out a small dagger from her jeans' back pocket and look expectedly at Malia.
Malia sighed and held out her fingers. Everyone looked at the scene in confusion. Jo gently pricked Malia's finger.
"Woah!" the pack shouted.
"In order to locate her, I need her DNA or a replica of it. Malia been the closest because she is her mother," Jo explained.
The blood slowly trickling down onto the map. Jo held her hands over the map and close her eyes. She whispered ancient incarnation of the spell. The pack watch in amazement as the blood flow freely on the map in a straight line. It flows out of Beacon Hills and over to next town, then it stop.
Jo opened her eyes and looked at the map. "Stanley's Construction?"
"It's one of Monroe's warehouse," Stiles said.
Everyone look at Scott for a plan. He was silent.
"We will get back my daughter and put an end to Monroe," he declared.
Stanley's Construction
Kylie sniffed as she looked around the small room she was in. she sat on a chair with a table in front of her. There was a small window but it was too high for her to reach it. She snapped her head to the door as it open. Monroe walked into the room.
"I want to go home," Kylie whispered, afraid of what the woman will do to her.
Monroe smiled down at Kylie.
"Honey, you're not going anywhere."
Any thoughts? Please share them. I won't promise anything about the new chapter, just that it is now in a writing stage. No editing yet, but I will try my best to post it sooner rather than later. Again a profound apology for this chapter, been busy lately, haven't got the time to finish it. And don't worry I will finish this story, it will not sit well with my conscious if it not finish. Stay safe and have a pleasant morning, midday and evening wherever you are.