Disclaimer; Any material related to Teen Wolf is, sadly, not mine. Excuse me while I go and cry in a corner.
PorcelainPuppetLady Is it totally 'Kate' of me to be happy that I messed up your feels? Lol I'm glad you liked it!
Jayesh . dms ; Thank you! I'm so happy you liked last chapter and I have a feeling you've love this one too ;)
meangirl8 Your review literally made me laugh out loud. I 100% agree, and it will be a long road ahead for the two. I hope you like this chap!
MiaR ; I'm sorry I almost killed you lol! I always have loud reactions when I'm reading a fanfic; I made my dog run scared once because I squealed out loud, so I'm so glad other people do this too haha. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that Lyiana is now officially a ship, by the way. They will be best friends. Thank you so much for reviewing.
Emmettluver2010 Ugghh, I know! I always hated Allison after this, and then again when she was brainwashed by Gerard. It's like, grow some loyalty girl! Oriana isn't going to forgive her as easily as the others that's for sure. But due to happenings in this chapter, Allison won't forgive Oriana easily either ;) Hope you like this chapter!
HeartlessNobody13 I loved your review; It made my day. I got a little emotional reading your review because, as an amateur writer, It's always amazing to hear that your words have touched some one's emotions and that your characters become as real to them as they are for you. It's harder with fanfiction because, unless it's an AU, the words and plot are never truly your own, only an interpretation with the 'what if' element that an OC brings. I'm so glad that I've only had positive responses to this fic; it makes me feel like I'm doing the show and the amazing actors justice.
As for your questions about Stiles getting the bite from Peter; it won't happen. He'll consider it more due to his relationship with Oriana, but his answer will still be no. I like the idea of him becoming a Werewolf or other, but as of right now I want to stick pretty closely to the plotlines of the show throughout the seasons and it would just make more sense and give more twists, I think, to the plot if Stiles stays human. Especially with the whole Wolf/human relationship aspect of the plot. Think of it this way; Stiles humanity keeps Oriana human. Oriana's mother will make an appearance in later seasons, whether she is dead or alive, OC, Werewolf or other, is currently yet to be determined. But she will be at least mentioned again and have a story ark. Thank you so much for reviewing, it meant a lot to me and I hope you like the season finale!
susieqchristian02 I guess, but with all of the Allison drama I thought that Oriana needed a girl friend for season 2. Thanks for reviewing!
OMG Guys! This is the season 1 finale of You Can Tell A Hale By Their Broken Eyes! YCTAHBTBE? Maybe I should have given this fic a shorter title haha. Anyway, I'm excited to see what everyone thinks so I'll just let you guys get on with it! Enjoy!
BTW, I will be continuing all seasons in this one book just to make it easier for all of us haha, so expect an update here next week or so!
Chapter 16 – Code Breaker
"No - I'm not just letting you leave her here." Stiles argued.
The short haired boy sat on the cold grass next to Lydia's prone body. He could see the blood around her pooling but didn't reach out to touch her; he'd learned his lesson when Peter snapped his fangs at him the first time he'd tried.
"You don't have a choice, Stiles. You're coming with me." Peter replied conversationally as he stood near the two, dabbing at the blood – Lydia's blood – that covered his mouth and chin, with a handy handkerchief.
Stiles sighed in defeat and looked up at Peter, unable to look at Lydia's dying form any longer. "I'll come with you but I can't just leave her here to die…Please."
Peter narrowed his eyes at Stiles' desperate tone. "You seem awfully keen to keep this girl alive. I thought your affections lay with my daughter?" He almost teased.
Stiles darted up and glared heatedly at the werewolf. "I want to keep her alive because, unlike some people, I'm not a complete psychopath! Lydia is Oriana's friend. She's an innocent girl. She doesn't need to die."
Peter cocked a brow at Stiles' sudden bout of confidence. He watched Stiles, waiting for him to crack under his intimidating gaze. He didn't. Peter eventually nodded slightly, impressed.
"Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."
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Stiles drove while Peter sat in the passenger seat of his jeep, seemingly ignorant to the tense silence. Stiles gritted his teeth and shifted slightly in his seat. One of his hands loosened its death grip on the steering wheel to undo the top button on his shirt and loosen his tie. Finally, he was able to breath more comfortably and returned his hand to the wheel.
From the corner of his eye he saw Peter look over at him curiously.
Peter clicked his tongue, almost patronizingly. "Don't feel bad. If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."
Stiles kept his eyes on the road but his nostrils flared as he felt a spike of anger. If he wouldn't be the only one injured, he would so drive the jeep into a tree right now.
"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear everyone apart." Stiles retorted.
They sat in silence.
Peter pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Well, actually, considering that she's a woman - twice a month."
He rolled his head to see Stiles gaping at him disbelievingly.
"Really?" Stiles asked rhetorically.
Peter nodded. "Hmm. Ask Oriana."
"Wha – I didn't mea – I'm not asking Oriana about that!" Stiles spluttered, his cheeks staining pink.
Peter shrugged, uninterested in the conversation now, and went back to gazing out of his window.
Stiles shook his head. Peter really was Oriana's father.
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"Can you get it?"
Oriana stretched her fingers out painfully, trying to reach the end of the chains that held her wrists in place. Unfortunately, the ends must have been attached to something heavier underneath the table she was laying on so she could find the source.
"No." She sighed defeated, her body collapsing against the metal table in exhaustion. Her breath was labored, just from the limited amounts of moving and stretching.
Derek watched her concernedly. "We need to get you out of here. The wolfsbane's spreading."
Oriana looked down the length of her sweaty, exhausted body at the clamp fitted into her leg.
"I know." She sighed, licking her cracked lips. She closed her eyes and saw Stiles' face. His pale skin, his soft whisky eyes, his kind smile, the kissable moles on his face, his dark buzzed hair. She wondered what his hair would look like longer. She smiled.
"….ana….wa….up….rian….Ori….you….ve….stay….ake….riana…..ana….Oriana!"
Her eyes snapped open as she jolted awake.
"Wha - ?" She breathed.
"You have to stay awake, Oriana." Derek pushed. "You can't fall asleep again. Okay?"
She nodded weakly.
Derek pulled on his chains again. And again they didn't break.
"Derek?" Her soft voice whispered into the darkness.
"Yeah?" He grunted, only half-listening to her as he continued to tug on his restraints.
"I wanna go 'ome." She whimpered. A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and into her hair line. She wanted her Stiles.
Derek paused. He looked at her with intense eyes. "Hey, look at me."
She managed to roll her head to the side and make eye contact with him.
"I'll get you out of here, sweetheart. I promise."
"Sorry. Sweetheart." The Hale looked towards the door. The older hunter was there again with a malicious grin. "But that's not going to happen."
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Stiles put the jeep into park and got out, scanning the empty parking garage.
Peter grabbed the back of his collar and dragged him.
"Okay, ow!" Stiles complained.
Peter ignored him and instead stopped at a silver car a few cars down from Stiles' jeep. He let go of Stiles and took a set of keys from his pocket. He gave a quick glance around before sticking the correct key into the lock on the trunk of the silver car.
"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked, watching him.
"It belonged to my nurse." Peter told him conversationally as he opened the trunk
Stiles narrowed his eyes, his ears picking up on the past tense used by Peter. A sense of dread pooled in his stomach. "What happened to your n - Oh, my God!"
Stiles stared in horror at the body of the familiar red-headed nurse in the open trunk. He gagged.
Sure the evil witch had helped Peter murder loads of people and also threatened to hurt Oriana but….did he really want to see her dead body all squished inside the trunk of her car? The answer was a firm no.
Peter reached into the trunk and picked up the laptop bag that Nurse Jennifer – or her body – had tucked under her bruised and rotting arm. It almost looked like she had died while protecting the bag.
Peter carelessly shoved the bag into Stiles' arms. Stiles automatically reached his arms up to hug the weight that was thrown into his chest. He gagged again when he realised that the laptop bag was just in the arms of a dead woman.
Peter noticed the horror-filled look on Stiles face and looked between him and the dead nurse before shrugging. "I got better."
Stiles gave him a disgusted look as he shut the trunk.
"So what you didn't need her anymore?" Stiles asked sarcastically.
"Nope." Peter replied, distractedly, as he opened the laptop bag in Stiles arms and took the laptop from inside.
Stiles threw the bag onto the top of the car hurriedly.
Peter gave him an unamused look and pulled the laptop bag closer, setting the laptop ontop.
"Good luck getting a signal down here." Stiles snarked, looked around at the abandoned parking garage.
Peter pulled a palm-sized square piece of plastic from one of the pockets of the bag and handed it to Stiles.
Stiles took it with a sarcastic smirk. "Oh, MiFi. And you're a Mac guy." He waved a hand to the apple logo on the back of Peter's laptop as he opened it. "Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?"
Peter stood back and gave Stiles an impatient glare. "Turn it on. Get connected."
"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." Still, Stiles flipped the MiFi over and got the password from the back.
Reluctantly, Stiles got the laptop connected to the MiFi signal and pulled up the phone tracking website he needed. Stiles felt like he was betraying someone, probably Scott, by helping Peter but he needed to find Oriana. And if he had to team up with her sociopath of a father to do it, he would.
"Is it working?" Peter asked impatiently.
Stiles paused his typing to glare at him. "We still need Scott's username and password to –"
"You know both of them."
Stiles sucked his teeth in frustration. "Yeah. I do. Now, are you going to stand there and say obvious facts all night or can I - ?" He nodded at the keyboard.
"By all means." Peter waved his had dramatically.
Stiles exhaled sharply and entered the necessary information.
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Jackson exited the elevator and walked onto the crowded floor. There were cops and people in suits everywhere. "Where is she?" He asked aloud, looking around for Lydia to pop out at him. He rubbed the scabs on the back of his neck nervously, as he looked around.
"Where…" He came to a stop at the large picture window into Lydia's room. She was lying in a bed with a hospital gown on, all of her make-up and jewellery from the dance was gone. She was wearing an oxygen mask and was attached by a few wires to a few different machines. Her bare arms looked red and blotchy from bruises and what looked to be some sort of rash. Her long auburn hair was spread out around her peaceful face.
Jackson swallowed, fighting back tears.
"Hey. Hey!"
Jackson was pulled around roughly. The sheriff stood in front of him with stern eyes.
"What the hell happened to that girl?" The Sheriff pointed at the window into Lydia's room.
"I - I don't know. I went out looking for her – " Jackson stammered, his mind still foggy from earlier.
"What, you just happened to wander into the middle of that field and you just found her there like that? Don't lie to me, son." The Sheriff threatened with murder in his eyes.
"No, I – "
"Hey!" Sheriff Stilinski grabbed the lapels of Jackson's blazer and pushed him aggressively into the wall behind him. "What happened to her?!"
"This isn't my fault!" Jackson yelled, frightened.
"She's your girlfriend! That's your responsibility!" He slammed Jackson's head back against the wall again.
"No, she's not, okay? She didn't go to the formal with me." Jackson said hurriedly.
The Sheriff's eyes lit up and dulled down simultaneously.
"Stiles." He whispered to himself. He loosened his grip on Jackson, pushing him away and turned to his deputies, standing nervously nearby.
"Somebody better find my son." He ordered.
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"What happens after you find Derek and Oriana?" Stiles asked, his fingers halting over the keys.
"Don't think, Stiles. Type." Peter warned him.
"You're gonna kill people, aren't you?" Stiles asked cautiously.
Peter looked at him patronisingly. "Only the responsible ones."
Stiles sighed heavily and looked down at his hands. "Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott and Oriana out of it." Stiles offered.
"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs?" Peter watched Stiles intently. "It's because their favourite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek, Oriana and Scott. I need all of them."
Stiles looked away. "He's not gonna help you."
Peter scoffed. "Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison. And you will, because it will save Oriana. Your twue wove." He mocked sweetly. Stiles clenched his jaw. "And Scott."
Stiles looked at him cautiously. "What do you mean?" His voice trembled lightly.
Peter gave him an obvious look. "When they catch him. And they will. Do you think they're really going to let him live?" Peter looked at him as if he was stupid to think otherwise.
Stiles looked down.
"Especially after having been so close to one of their own? Think about what they're probably doing to Oriana right now. Just for having been friends with Allison."
Stiles' nostrils flared and he closed his eyes tightly, not wanting the very possible images in his mind.
"Stiles, the power is in your hands now. It's your choice. Are you going to save them? The only girl who's ever liked you back? Your best friend whom you know so well, you even have his username and password." Peter cooed, persuasively.
Stiles inhaled deeply and forced his heavy fingers to type.
Peter squinted at the screen. "His username is 'Allison'?"
Stiles typed again.
Peter raised an incredulous brow. "His password is also 'Allison'?"
"Still want him in your pack?" Stiles asked stiffly as he entered the information quickly before he could change his mind.
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Derek was slumped against the gate he was chained against, recovering from the beating the hunter had given. The hunter had stepped out, 'for a break' he'd said. Thankfully Derek had managed to insult the hunter so much that he'd left an already weak Oriana alone and focussed his attentions on Derek.
"You okay?" Oriana asked softly, swallowing painfully with her dry and sore throat.
Derek panted. "I'll be okay." He assured her.
Suddenly a loud distant howling reached their ears.
They locked eyes, hope rising inside them.
"You think you can do it?" Derek asked.
"Hell yeah." She smirked.
Together, they took a deep breath and opened their mouths. Their howls echoed and vibrated around the small room.
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Peter and Stiles stood in silence for a long time. As Peter's impatience rose so did his eyebrows. He watched Stiles uncomfortably leaning in.
Stiles sighed frustratingly. "It's loading." He glanced at the screen pleadingly and gave a sigh of relief when a map of Beacon Hills swept onto the screen. The map narrowed quickly.
"Wait, what the – " Stiles started, looking at the map of Beacon Hills preserve and the small green arrow that represented Scott's phone. "That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?"
"Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is."
A loud howling echoed through the parking garage. Stiles looked around nervously.
"And I'm not the only one."
Peter rushed to put away the laptop and set it in the backseat of his deceased nurse's car. As he closed the door he heard two replying howls.
"Give me your keys." Peter commanded Stiles.
Stiles winced but pulled his keys from his pocket. He hesitated in handing them over, the eventual choice taken away when Peter snatched them from his fingers anyway. He rolled his eyes.
"Careful. She grinds in second." Stiles warned, reluctantly.
Keeping eye contact Peter gripped the keys tightly in his fist. He loosened his grip to show Stiles the damage.
Stiles gaped as he took his bent and useless keys back from Peter. Peter went to get in the car.
"So you're not gonna kill me?" Stiles asked sarcastically.
Peter paused and released the driver's door, walking threateningly closer to Stiles until he was in his personal bubble.
Stiles stumbled back, "Oh God."
"Don't you understand yet?" Peter asked. "I'm not the bad guy here."
"You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?" Stiles challenged bravely.
Peter cocked his head thoughtfully. "I like you, Stiles. Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?"
Stiles looked at him in astonishment. "What?"
"Do you want the bite?" Peter asked again, slower this time. "If it doesn't kill you - and it could - you'll become like us."
"Like you." Stiles corrected.
"Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular. And Oriana. You'd be stronger, capable of protecting her, helping her. You'd be equals. Maybe more." He hinted. He took Stiles' right wrist and lifted it to his face. "Yes or no?"
Stiles looked down speechlessly. He wanted it. God, he wanted it. How many times had he thought about how inadequate he was, how unworthy he was of Oriana? If he got the bite, he would be able to fight for her. With her. He'd be able to keep her safe. She'd never be taken or hurt again….he'd kill anyone who tried.
He watched Peter's fangs retract and move closer to his wrist. Instinctively, he yanked his arm back. "I don't wanna be like you." The words left his mouth before he even registered them. But that didn't make them any less true. The violent turn his thoughts took scared him. Would he turn into a vicious bloodthirsty beast, like Peter, if he became werewolf? Would he really be willing to kill? Yes, he thought, If it was for Ori; I'd kill everyone. He looked Peter, defiantly, in the eye.
Peter smirked and leaned forward. "Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words 'I don't want.' You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye, Stiles."
Peter got into the car and sped off.
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Oriana and Derek waited in silence. Their ears tuned for any sign of life.
After ten minutes they heard the creak of the metal gate at the entrance of their prison. Soft footfalls followed. They exchanged glances; the footsteps were too light to be the big old hunter and too hesitant to be Kate's.
"Scott." Oriana whispered out loud. They heard the footsteps falter slightly before continuing with a new determined pace.
They held their breaths as the footsteps drew ever closer until they stopped right outside the large sliding metal door that doubled as the only entrance and exit of their cell.
The door slid open slowly until a small gap was created, enough to fit a shaggy head of brown hair through.
Derek's green eyes locked on Scott's wide brown ones and he let his shoulder's fall slightly.
"Derek?" Scott whispered hesitantly. Derek nodded. Scott opened the door wider and slipped inside.
"What - ?" Scott looked at the state of Derek and the electrical wires attached to him.
"Where's Oriana?" Scott asked panicked.
"Scott…"
Scott jumped and whipped around quickly. His eyes searched the left side of the room in the minimal light until he found the source of the weak voice. He gave a horrified gasp.
"Oriana…"
Scott took her in, glad that his best friend wasn't with him to see this. The sight would break his heart. It would certainly be in Scott's nightmares for a while.
Oriana lay limply on a morgue-like table – he gagged internally – she was pale, obviously dehydrated but covered in sweat. His eyes briefly paused on her scarred side. She looked so tired and he could tell by her puffy, red, eyes that she'd been crying. He didn't know what shocked – and terrified – him more; the fact that she was shirtless (Stiles was going to kill him) or the huge metallic thing stuck in her leg. Was that a clamp?
The relieved smile she gave him was the most genuine smile he'd ever received from her.
Scott took a step in her direction, his hands outstretched and ready to break her free when they heard the old metal gate at the entrance of the underground cellar open.
"Scott break one of these and hide. Now!" Derek hissed at him.
Scott hurriedly rushed over and tried to pry the shackle off of Derek's wrist. It wouldn't budge.
"I can't." Scott panted.
The footsteps drew closer.
"Quick!" Oriana whisper-yelled.
"Get angry." Derek advised the younger beta.
"What?!" Scott yelped.
"Get angry. It'll give you a strength boost."
Scott looked around helplessly, growing more and more panicked as the heavy footfalls came closer to the sliding door.
Oriana rolled her eyes and snapped at him, "Allison's a whore."
Scott's eyes flashed gold and his grip on Derek's shackled tightened and they broke.
Scott snapped out of his murderous haze at the sound of breaking metal and looked up at Derek's now free arm in amazement. "If you just have to get angry then why couldn't you break it?" Scott wondered.
"Because they were weakening me. I wasn't at full strength. Now hide." Derek ordered.
Scott nodded quickly, reminding Oriana of one of those doggy bobble heads, and rushed off into the shadows.
Oriana took a deep breath. Now they wait.
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"I-I have to call h-her father." Natalie Martin stammered, her eyes stuck on her daughter laying in the hospital bed.
"I'll get someone to do that, Mrs. Martin. You just be with your daughter right now, okay?"
She gave him a shaky but warm smile. "Thank you Sheriff."
"I can't imagine how you must be feeling. If you need anything let me know." Sheriff Stilinski gave her mock-stern eyes and she gave a weak chuckle and a grateful nod.
The Sheriff put his hand on the door handle, ready to give the mother and daughter some time alone, but paused.
"Do you know if Oriana knows about all this?" He waved a hand around the hospital room. Natalie gave him a confused look.
"It's just-" He continued, "I haven't seen her in the waiting room, and I thought – considering everything that happened tonight – that it might be best if she came back home."
Natalie opened her mouth with furrowed brows and a highly confused expression.
He interrupted her, "Don't get me wrong, I'm very appreciative of you letting her stay with you and Lydia for a bit; Oriana's had a hard few weeks and I think the female interaction is good for her. But – "
"I'm sorry, Sheriff." Natalie cut him off mid-rant. "But I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about."
The Sheriff tilted his head. "Oriana…she's been staying at your house for almost a week now." He stated.
Natalie shook her head. "I don't know where you heard that, Sheriff, but I'm afraid it's not true."
John narrowed his eyes. "Stiles." He muttered angrily.
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Stiles waited impatiently in the elevator. He knew where Oriana was. Now he just needed Scott and then they could go and get her. Once the elevator opened its doors Stiles rushed out, panting and sweating like a pig.
He ran straight into his dad.
"You know what? It's good that we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you." John whispered/yelled at his son.
"I'm - I'm sorry. I lost the keys to my jeep. I had to run all the way here." Stiles panted.
"Stiles, I don't care!" John yelled.
They stood in silence for a minute. Stiles caught sight of Lydia though a window. She was lying on a hospital and with all sorts of wires and machines around and he mom was stroking her hair, crying. He sighed, feeling at blame for her attack and guilty for leaving her.
"Is she gonna be okay?"
The Sheriff followed his eyes and sighed at the heart-breaking image of mother and daughter. He forced himself to calm down. He turned back to his son.
"They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her."
Stiles' eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body keeps going into shock. Did you see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?"
He looked his dad dead in the eyes and opened his mouth. He stopped himself before telling him the truth and muttered, "No. No, I have no idea."
John nodded sadly. He set his keen eyes on his son again and asked stiffly, "What about Oriana?"
Stiles widened his eyes at the unexpected question. "Oria – no, no. I don't think she'd kno – "
"Stiles. Where is Oriana?"
Stiles' eyes flicked around frantically, looking for answers. "I – well she – she's still at the dance –"
"Stop! Just stop. Stop lying to me!" John glared, all patience gone.
If Stiles wasn't sweating before he certainly was now. "I'm no – "
"I talked to Natalie Martin." John interrupted his son. "Lydia's mother. I mentioned something about how Oriana has been staying at her house. She had no idea what I was talking about." He looked at Stiles with scrutinising eyes.
"Well…y'know…with Lydia and everything…she must be confus – ". Stiles rambled desperately.
"Hey! I told you to stop lying to me. Where is Oriana?!" John barked.
There was a pregnant pause while Stiles tried to think of a plausible lie. He sighed heavily instead; he couldn't lie to his dad anymore tonight. Not when he was looking at him with poorly disguised disappointment. He would stick as close to the truth as he could. For his own sanity.
"I don't know."
John raised his eyebrows at the surprising answer. "You don't know?"
"She disappeared the night of the game. I haven't seen her since." Stiles looked down.
Okay so he saw her the next day when she came to warn him about her werewolf father luring his best friend's mother out on a date in order to bite her and turn her into a werewolf like her son (deep inhale). But he couldn't very well say that now could he?
"She's been missing for a week and you didn't say anything?" John tried to keep his temper under control. "What the hell were you thinking, Stiles? Wha- what? Did she run away, did she – "
"I think – I think she was taken." True. Finally!
"Taken? By who?" John asked concernedly.
"…She's been looking into the Hale fire lately. Maybe she found something…" Kinda true? She'd always known what had happened. And now the Argents had taken her…so…
"And someone wanted her quiet." John finished his son's thought, sadly. It was plausible. He, himself, had been looking into the Hale fire and now suspected it wasn't an accident at all. He looked down. The young orphaned girl he had taken in, had come to see as a close niece or the daughter he'd never had, had been kidnapped?
"Yeah." Stiles agreed, glad that his dad seemed to believe him this time, though the ball of guilt still lay heavily in his stomach.
John nodded, resoundly. "I'll get someone on it." He pointed a finger at Stiles. "You should have told me." He said with great disappointment.
"I'm sorry." Stiles swallowed thickly and had to blink manically to stop tears from falling.
Seeing this, John sighed and decided to change the subject. For now. "What about Scott?"
"W-what do you mean? What about him?"
"Did he see anything tonight?"
"What do you - is he not here?" Stiles looked around in disbelief, hoping to catch sight of Scott in the waiting room.
"What are you talking about? I've been calling him on his cell phone. I've gotten no response." John told him frustrated.
Stiles sighed in resignation. "Yeah, you're not gonna get one."
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The hunter stepped back into the room with a sickening grin and a baseball bat. He switched on the industrial light. Derek weakly raised his head to glare at the hunter.
"Aww, she still out?" The hunter whined looking at Oriana as she feigned sleep. "Guess we'll start with you. Ready to have some more fun? To be honest, my knuckles are kind of hurting. So I brought some help." He held up the baseball bat with mad eyes. "But I need to warn ya. I used to play in college."
The hunter swung the bat. Only to have it be caught in Derek's – now free – hand.
"I brought a little help too." Derek replied lowly. His angry eyes looked at something behind the hunter's shoulder. The hunter looked behind him, the mad look in his eye now replaced by fear. While the hunter was distracted by Scott, Derek let go of the bat and punched the hunter in the face with all of the strength he could muster. The man went flying into a concrete wall and fell like a ragdoll.
"That was for my baby sister you bastard." He growled.
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Sheriff Stilinski ushered his son out of Lydia's doctor's office, after Stiles had followed him in.
"Stiles. Listen, just go wait with your friends, all right?" He asked almost desperately, feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. He had a missing murder suspect, another mysterious attack at the school that left a young girl half-dead, and now a missing young girl. Oriana. He was defiantly understaffed.
"Dad, tell me. Look, you know it has something to do with Derek." Stiles argued.
John paused in the middle of the hallway and looked at Stiles.
"What? But I thought you and Oriana said that she hasn't been in contact with him?"
Stiles puffed his cheeks out a little and decided to continue with this kinda-truth thing he had going on tonight. "All right, she might have seen him since the night at the school."
John's nostrils flared. He looked around the somewhat empty hallway and grabbed Stiles by the scruff of his neck and gently pushed him further down the hall, away from a small group of chatting doctors. "You do realize that I'm elected to this job, right?"
"And if I help you figure this out, you'll be re - elected. Am I right? Dad, come on." Stiles bargained.
John let him go and stuck him with an intense contemplative stare. After a second of considering he waved his hand dismissively. "You know what? That girl in there has got nothing to do with a six - year - old arson case." He started slowly walking down the hall again, his son rushing to keep up.
Stiles narrowed his eyes at his dad's choice of words. "You said earlier that someone might have wanted to keep Oriana quiet about the Hale fire. That's what you meant isn't it? When did you decide it was definitely arson?"
John sighed. "When we got a key witness. And, no, I'm not telling you who it is, but yeah, yeah, we know it's arson. And it was probably organized by a young woman."
"What?! Do you know who she is yet?" Stiles asked confusedly. Derek and Oriana swore that the fire was caused by the Argents. The Argent family was run by Chris Argent. So who was this 'young woman' his dad now suspected.
"If I knew that, she'd be in jail. And if Oriana was kidnapped as a cover-up, then it must have been by her. I told you I've got a few deputies working on it. As soon as we find out who she is we'll see if she has Oriana. But we haven't got much to go on. Just the witness saying he talked to a young woman about how to start a massive chemical fire."
"Was she young then, or is she young now?"
"She's probably in her late 20s." John's cell started ringing from his pocket. "Oh, I gotta grab this call."
"You don't know her name?" Stiles asked desperately.
The Sheriff waved his ringing phone around at his son's inquisition. "No, I don't - What is this? 20 questions? All we know is that she had a very distinctive - What do you call it - a pendant."
"What the hell's a pendant?" Stiles cried.
John waved his hand around frantically. "Stiles, do you go to school? A pendant! A pendant! It's a necklace." He gestured to his neck hopelessly. "Now can I answer my phone?"
"Yes." Stiles sighed as if it were at his greatest inconvenience.
"Thank you. Stilinski. Yeah."
As his dad walked away on his phone, Stiles stood in the middle of the hallway, contemplating all of the information his dad had just shared. A young woman. The fire was organized by a young woman. But it can't be. Derek and Oriana said – but his dad said there was a witness…she'd be in her late 20s…a pendant…Argents?...a necklace…
Stiles eyes popped wide open as a light bulb witched on in his head. Well Shit.
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Scott rushed over to help Oriana while Derek tried to break the shackle off of his other hand.
Once Scott had broken the chain and shackles holding up her arms she pulled her arms down from their position over her head. She winced as the sore stiff muscles almost refused to let her.
She rubbed her chaffed wrists in relief as Scott broke the restraints on her ankles and carefully peeled off the wires taped to her side.
"Oh my g – " Scott gagged as he looked at the large piece of metal in her leg. "Wha – what do I - ?"
"Take it out." She whimpered in pain.
Scott's eyes widened in panic. "Pull it out?! I can't pull it out! Are you crazy?!"
"Scott!" Derek snapped, pausing in his efforts to break himself out. Scott whirled around to look at him with helpless eyes.
"Listen to me. The metal stake that is in her leg is laced with wolfsbane. Okay?"
Scott nodded dumbly, wincing in sympathy.
Derek continued, "It's poisoning her. If you don't take it out soon. She. Will. Die." He spoke gravely, his eyes never blinking or straying from Scott's.
"Scott, please…"
They looked at Oriana who was holding her upper thigh tightly, tears flowing freely down her face. "It hurts…" She cried.
Scott took a deep breath.
"Scott, help me with this." Derek snapped, tugging on his remaining restraint, desperate to help Oriana if Scott wasn't.
"No."
"What?" Derek asked incredulously.
Scott stood there defiantly. "Not until you tell me how to stop Peter."
"You really wanna talk about this right now?" Derek almost yelled, nodding his head at Oriana pointedly.
"He's going after Allison and her family. He's going to kill them." Scott almost whined.
"So what?"
Oriana groaned loudly, hoping to remind Scott that she was still there. It didn't work. Stiles was so gonna kill him.
"So tell me how to stop him." Scott pressed.
Derek exploded. "You can't! All right? Now – Oriana needs help and I don't know when Kate's coming back, so just get me out of this right now! Get me out right now!" He barked. No pun intended.
"Promise you'll help me." Scott crossed his arms.
Derek looked at him as if he was the lowest form of life on the planet's dog's shit. "You want me to risk my life for your girlfriend? My baby sister's life?! For your stupid little teenage crush that means absolutely nothing? You're not in love, Scott. You're 16 years old. You're a child." He finished somewhat wistfully.
Scott looked him in the eye courageously, and spoke calmly. "Maybe you're right. But I know something you don't. Peter said he didn't know what he was doing when he killed your sister, right? He lied. Remember this?" Scott held up a piece of paperwork from the animal clinic. The picture on the page was of a dead dear with a spiral cut into its side.
Derek looked at it as if it was a book that contained the secrets of the world.
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"This is what brought your sister back to Beacon Hills, right?" Scott asked shaking the paper in his hand.
"Where did you get that?" Derek asked him almost shakily.
"My boss told me three months ago someone came into the clinic asking for a copy of this picture. Do you wanna know who it was? Peter's nurse. They brought your sister here so that Peter could kill her and become the Alpha, and that's why you're going to help me."
Oriana looked at them in disbelief, her tears coming back at full force. Derek leaned back against the gate, his muscles coiling and jaw clenching.
Scott sighed, looking defeated at their speechlessness. He turned his back to them, letting allowing them a moment to come to terms with what he'd just revealed. "Just say you'll help me and I'll help you unlock your other – "
A loud clattering noise came from behind him.
Scott span around to see Derek had broken the restraints himself and was rubbing his wrist. He looked up at Scott with stony eyes and growled lowly, through clenched teeth, "I'll help you."
Scott watched him dumbly as he moved quickly over to Oriana.
"You're gonna have to hold her down." Derek muttered under his breath as he took in the mess that was Oriana's leg up close. The clamp was attached just under her right knee cap through the bone and muscle. He winced, remembering her screams.
He quickly touched the handle with his finger tips and pulled his hand back with a low hiss.
"It's completely coated…" He looked around for something he could use. He spotted a rag on the floor nearby and quickly picked it up. He carefully wrapped the rag around the handle and touched it again. Once he was sure that it would work he gripped the handle tightly in his hand.
Oriana cried loudly as Derek jostled the metal stake inside her leg.
Derek muttered sympathetic apologies at her and nodded at Scott.
Scott nodded back and stood beside Derek. He carefully lifted Oriana's leg, his cheeks warming as his hands gripped her thigh.
"Stiles is gonna kill me." He murmured. Derek shot him a menacing glare.
Oriana gave a broken chuckle. She gripped the edges of the table tightly in both hands, bending both of her legs so her feet were flat against the surface of the table, as Scott held her right leg tightly so she couldn't move it.
"Okay." Derek warned them. "In three…"
She closed her eyes tightly and braced herself for the pain."
"Two…"
He started to twist. Oriana screamed. Scott winced but held strong.
Derek moved as quickly as he could, twisting and turning, the squelching noise turning his stomach. He could feel the resistance as the stake was in there tight, and the wound had attempted to hal itself some around it.
Oriana felt like she was screaming for hours. And then the pain stopped. Okay not all of the pain, because she still hurt like a motherfu –
The loud clanging interrupted her thoughts.
Derek threw the clamp onto the concrete floor in disgust.
"You okay?" He asked Oriana concernedly.
She nodded and tried to sit up. The boy rushed to help when she gave an audible cringe. With their help she swung her legs off of the table and sat up. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on Derek's shoulder.
"I wanna go to bed now." She mumbled.
Despite themselves, the guys chuckled slightly.
"The wolfsbane needs to work itself out of your system." Derek informed her. "You're going to feel like shit for a few days."
"Let's just get out of here." She grumbled.
Derek put on his shirt and jacket from the pile next to the electrical boxes, and grabbed Oriana's too. He helped her put on her shirt and jacket and then Scott was allocated to carry her, as Derek's sudden burst of strength was quickly waning.
Derek stumbled after Scott as they left the room that had been his and Oriana's prison cell for the last few days.
Finally, they made it to the end of the hallway and out of the old metal doorway that led to the forest near the back of the old Hale house.
They started for the house. Derek paused, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
"Hey. Hold on. Hold on. Hold on." Derek called out from a little ways behind them. Scott stopped and turned around, holding Oriana tightly in his arms. "Something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?" Oriana croaked out through her sore throat. Scott carefully set her down next to a tree. She leaned against the trunk heavily, putting all of her weight onto her right foot. Scott stood close by and wrapped an arm around her waist, helping to hold her up.
Derek looked around the dark woods surrounding them with unease. "I don't know. It's - it's kind of like it's – "
"No, don't say "too easy." People say "too easy" and bad things happen." Scott warned. The Hales rolled their eyes. "What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy." Scott finished passionately.
Derek nodded and tried to relax his coiled muscles. "Fine. You're right." He allowed.
Scott threw his head back in relief. "Thank you." He muttered.
Not a second later they heard the whoosh of an arrow being fired and Derek was down.
"Derek!" Oriana called, moving to help him but Scott held her tightly against him, looking around frantically for the shooter.
Scott and Oriana caught sight of Allison and Kate kneeling on top of a small hill in the distance. Allison was holding the bow, Kate hovering over her shoulder like a devil, with a smug smirk.
"Now the leg." She cooed into Allison's ear. Like a good little hunter Allison quickly docked another arrow and let it fly.
Derek went down again with a groan.
"Flash bolt." Kate ordered.
Scott stared at Allison dumbly. Oriana tried to pull him down but he was frozen as were his arms around her.
"Cover your eyes!" Derek yelled at them from the ground. Oriana shut her eyes tightly.
"Now."
The arrow whizzed past them, missing Oriana's cheek by mere inches. The arrow exploded into spark and because Scott was too busy gaping at his brainwashed girlfriend to listen to Derek's warning, he fell to the forest floor, dragging Oriana down with him.
She landed on the hard floor with a groan. Despite the pain in her…everywhere, she tried to pull Scott away from the hunters, to no avail. Scott lay on the ground blinking his eyes painfully.
Derek painstakingly pulls the arrows from his thigh and shoulder and scrambles over to the teens.
"Get up! Let's go!"
He grabbed Scott roughly by the collar of his shirt and dragged him like a disobedient dog. With Oriana he was much gentler, strongly but gently pulling her along by her upper arm.
He pulled the two as far away as he could, stumbling along the way, towards the Hale manor. Finally, his already weakened body started struggled to heal its newest wounds. He collapsed on the ground, somehow managing to gently nudge Oriana forward towards Scott, whom he'd practically thrown forward.
"Scott, go!" He groaned. "Get her out of here."
Before she could even start to protest Scott caught sight of Allison approaching through blurred eyes.
"Allison, I can explain."
"Stop lying. For once stop lying." Allison replied, stalking closer with an expressionless face.
Scott crawled backwards, away from Oriana, trying to keep Allison's attention on him. Allison followed his path, paying Oriana's scowling no attention.
"I was gonna tell you the truth at the formal. I was gonna tell you everything. Because everything that I said, everything that I did – " Scott tried again.
"Was to protect me." Allison finished, unmoved.
Scott frowned at her tone. "Yes."
Allison's façade broke momentarily, her eyes swimming in tears. Scott let himself hope. "I don't believe you."
He looked up at her, his entire being shattered to pieces.
"Thank God. Now, shoot him before I have to shoot myself." Kate complained as she trudged over.
Allison looked at her cautiously. "You - you said we were just gonna catch them?"
Oriana snorted, unable to keep quiet. "And what exactly did you think she'd do then genius? Let us be on our merry way?" She glowered at the other girl. Allison looked down, embarrassed. "After what you watched her do to me and Derek? This isn't hide and seek, sweetheart. This is real life."
A tear ran down Allison's cheek. Oriana rolled her eyes when Scott glared at her.
"Your psycho aunt is going to kill all of us." Oriana gestured between herself, Scott and Derek. "And she's gonna' make you help."
Kate clapped her hands together happily and smiled widely at her shaking niece.
"See? She gets it." She smiled and then shot Derek in the chest without a second thought, successfully rendering him unconscious.
"See? Not that hard."
She carried on her stride, towards Oriana. She stopped a foot in front of her. The beaten raven haired girl was having trouble to keeling over and falling asleep but forced herself to sit still and shoot Kate the meanest Hale glare she'd ever given.
"Get her first. We'll save your puppy dog for last." Kate commanded casually. Allison looked at her with huge, deer in the headlight, eyes. Kate sighed. "Oh, no - I know that look. That's the "you're gonna have to do it yourself" look."
Kate shrugged and pointed her gun up and aiming for Oriana's forehead. Oriana didn't move a muscle, staring her killer in the eyes.
"No!" Scott cried.
"Kate, Kate, what are you doing?" Allison panicked going to push Kate's arm away but she was pushed to the ground.
"You love this don't you?" Oriana growled. Kate cocked an eyebrow. "The feeling of someone's life being in your hands. Knowing that you could take it away at any second. You love the control it gives you. Makes you feel powerful, huh?"
Kate smirked and shrugged as if to say 'well, watcha' gonna do?'.
"Remind me again how you're any different from any of the monsters your family hunts?"
Kate's smirk turns to a glower.
Oriana continued, ignoring Scott and Allison's panicked warning looks. She was going to die anyway, and she' waited for this moment for a looong time.
"Oh, I know. You're not. You're the biggest monster there is. Know why?"
"Why?" Kate asked through gritted teeth.
"Because I've killed people. I have. A lot of them. But I feel remorse for every one every day. The guilt is something I will have to live with for the rest of my life." She spoke quietly but everyone heard her. They heard the power and sincerity in her words.
"Do you?" She asked rhetorically. She already knew the answer.
Kate narrowed her eyes, but stayed silent.
"You don't. You don't feel anything. You're the monster here, not us. And we're werewolves. Our instinct is to kill. What's your excuse?" Oriana finished.
Allison and Scott looked between the two speechlessly, waiting keenly for Kate's answer.
Kate gave a false bitter smile. "I should have done this a long time ago." Her finger squeezed the trigger.
"Kate!"
They all turned to see Christ Argent emerging from the tree line, gun in hand.
"I know what you did."
Kate's eyes involuntarily flickered towards the Hale manor.
"Put the gun down." Christ told his sister.
"I did what I was told to do." Kate defended weakly, her gun lowering slightly. Oriana had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. If all it took was Daddy Argent where the hell was he five minutes ago?
Chris looked at her almost disgustedly. "No one asked you to murder innocent people. There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now. You've tortured a 16 - year - old girl half to death and you're going to kill a 16 – year old boy with no proof he spilled human blood. We go by the code - Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."
Allison looked at her father in awe. "We hunt those who hunt us." She whispered.
Kate clenched her jaw defiantly and set her eyes back on Oriana. She lifted the gun.
Chris raised his own gun and aimed at Kate. "Put the gun down." He gave a warning shot, hitting the tree just behind Kate. "Before I put you down."
Kate stared at her big brother in disbelief, betrayal and a little hurt. She lowered her gun.
Oriana allowed herself to relax slightly. And then the door to the Hale house creaked open.
"Allison, get back." Chris warned, his gun still trained on his sister.
As the door opened wider Kate quickly pointed her gun at the empty doorway. Scott crawled over to Oriana and helped her stand up. They all stood watching the empty doorway, the older Argent's had their guns at the ready.
Oriana looked behind her shoulder at the spot Derek had collapsed in. He was gone.
"What is it?" Allison whispered shakily.
"It's the Alpha." Oriana growled.
A huge dark figure on all fours blurred of the house. It darted around the scared group a few times. The Argents swung their weapons around wildly, looking for a target. Scott and Oriana looked at each other nervously. Where the hell was Derek?
The alpha shot past them and ran straight into Chris, knocking him off of his feet and hitting his head. He was out in a second.
Allison was the next to go down, her bow falling out of her hands as she was thrown to the ground.
A second later Scott was hit. Oriana and Kate were the only two standing then.
Oriana managed to hold herself up as Kate started to turn in crazy circles, waiting for the alpha to strike.
"Come on! Come on!" She screamed challengingly.
Oriana watched with wide eyes as Peter suddenly appeared beside Kate and calmly grabbed the wrist that was holding the gun. Kate shot the gun a couple of times, face twisted in pain as Peter squeezed the bones in her wrist, and twisted her arm uncomfortably at the same time. Peter positioned her hand so that none of the bullets managed to hit him and swiftly, with his free hand, hit the inside of her wrist with such force the bones broke on impact. The gun fell from Kate's broken hand as she cried out in pain.
Peter calmly raised his hand to her neck and launched her through the air in the direction of the Hale house. She landed with a loud thud on the porch. Peter met Oriana's eyes for the first time and gave a sly smirk.
"You may want to see this."
Peter stalked towards the house and up to Kate. He dragged her inside kicking ad screaming.
Oriana watched them disappear into her house with a gaping mouth and wide eyes. A brunette blur sped past her and ran into the house, snapping her out of her trance. Oriana silently walked forward.
"She is beautiful, Kate."
She heard Peter say as she crossed the threshold of the house. She saw Allison standing as still as a statue as she looked into the living room. Oriana hesitantly limped over.
"Yet so was my daughter when you locked her inside her own home and set it on fire." Peter finished thoughtfully. Oriana winced and came to a stop beside Allison.
She saw Peter standing with a terrified Kate in front of him, his claws extended and pressed threateningly against her neck. They and Kate spotted her and Peter smiled almost warmly. "Ah, here she is now."
She saw Allison look at her questioningly out the corner of her eye.
"How did you feel, Kate?" He asked curiously. "When you found out that Oriana was still alive? That she hadn't died that night and that she wasn't just a victim. But a witness." He breathed in her ear. Kate shivered uncomfortably.
Allison and Oriana watched the interaction tensely.
"Huh? Is that why you tried to kill her again tonight? So she wouldn't spill your secret to your precious brother? Your niece?" His claws pierced the tender skin of her throat. Kate whimpered quietly as he drew blood.
"Please!" Allison gave a small sob.
Oriana watched, fascinated.
He laughed. "How did you feel when you found out that your niece was friends with my daughter? I bet you hated that."
He gave a sigh when Kate didn't answer him.
"Y'know. I'm not the bad guy here. I'm just getting justice for my family. For myself. So I'm going to give you a chance to save her. A chance you never gave me." His voice started to shake and his eyes teared up. His eyes drifted off unseeingly. "Apologize. Say that you're sorry for decimating my family, for leaving me burned and broken for six years. Say it - And I'll let her live." He promised.
Allison started to cry. Because she knew that her aunt was about to die, or because she'd just realised that her aunt was behind the fire that, Oriana didn't know. Her own eyes felt itchy though. Kate didn't say anything for a good few seconds. Oriana was beginning to wonder if she was going to say anything.
Allison was too. She stared at her aunt searchingly. Maybe what Oriana said was true. Maybe her aunt truly didn't feel anything. Maybe she was a monster. But she was still her aunt.
After what seemed like an hour Kate met Allison's eyes. "I'm sorry." She whispered.
Oriana heard the blip of Kate's heartbeat and closed her eyes in disgust and a little bit of pity for Allison. Her aunt really didn't care for her at all.
Allison and Kate waited for Peter's next move, both desperately gasping for air.
Peter stared at Oriana, searching for her eyes. Oriana finally opened them and looked back at Peter with coldness. He raised an eyebrow in question.
"Do it." She hissed.
Allison gasped loudly as Peter obediently dug his claws deeply into Kate's jugular and pulled.
Kate fell to the floor, her eyes wide and unseeing, her neck pouring blood.
Peter an Oriana gave a huge sigh of relief. "I don't know about you, Allison, but that apology - didn't sound very sincere."
He started forward, his crazy serial killer eyes set on Allison. Oriana stepped in front of her. Peter narrowed his eyes in confusion.
"You just told me to kill her aunt and now you're protecting her?"
She raised her chin confidently. "You would have done it anyway. And you're not touching her. I haven't forgotten what you did to Laura."
He narrowed his eyes at her. "You're helping her?" He growled.
"I'm not doing this for her." She could practically feel Allison flinch behind her. "I'm doing this for Scott."
As if on cue the entry hall was suddenly filled with low threatening growls. Scott and Derek appeared on either side of the hall, both shifted into their wolfman faces.
"Run." Scott hissed at Allison and Oriana. Oriana went to object but Allison was already pulling her towards the backdoor. Allison had to support most of Oriana's weight but she didn't complain and still managed to get them out quickly.
Oriana heard the growls and bangs from inside but knew that she would only serve as a distraction to Scott and Derek right now in her condition, so she let Allison lead her outside and back around the front of the house.
"Dad!" Allison called out when she saw he father laying on the ground still knocked out.
Oriana stopped and waved Allison forward. Allison made sure Oriana was steady and darted forward.
"Dad? Dad!"
She tried shaking him awake and grew concerned when he wouldn't wake up.
"Relax. He's fine." Oriana grumbled, gripping the top of her burning leg tightly.
"How do you know?!" Allison asked hysterically.
She rolled her eyes. "I can hear his heart beat. It's perfectly normal." She informed the brunette. "Just give him a few minutes; he'll come to." She waved her hand dismissively.
Allison looked at her in amazement. "You can really hear that?"
"Yup."
Just then Scott was thrown through the Livingroom window of the Hale house and landed roughly near them.
The alpha followed.
Allison looked at the huge beast in horror, trying to shake her dad awake again.
The alpha lifted Scott up in the air by the lapels of his jacket and growled in his face. Scott glared at him and kicked him in the chest. The alpha dropped Scott and stumbled backwards, even falling over briefly. He roared in anger, rising again to stand on his hind legs.
The sound of screeching tires and a blaring horn distracted them. They all looked over to see a silver porche abruptly parking near the far edge of the Hale house. Oriana 's brow furrowed. Wasn't that Jackson's –
She stared speechlessly when Stiles jumped out from the driver's side and Jackson exiting from the passenger door.
Stiles. Stiles was there. Her Stiles. In that second she wanted to burst into sobs and collapse in his arms where she knew she'd be safe.
"Hey!" Stiles yelled and suddenly launched something at the alpha. They watched the alpha catch the beaker of brown liquid.
"Oh, damn." Stiles cursed under his breath.
"Allison!" Scott cried and threw her bow to her. She caught it, docked an arrow and fired. The glass shattered in the alpha's hand and the liquid seemed to explode in a bright flash and then his hairy arm caught fire.
Oriana fell to her knees, numb to the stabbing pain of her unhealed leg and achy body, as she watched as her father tried desperately to shake out the fire that was consuming his arm. She flashbacked to the night of the fire. The screams, the pain, the heat, the smell of burning flesh. The angry yellow flames.
Jackson threw something and suddenly Oriana was watching her father's body being consumed in flames. Her hands flew up to her mouth and her eyes watered.
She watched, almost mesmerised, as he roared in pain, flailing his limbs about, desperate to put out the flame. And then he set his sights on Allison.
"No!" Scott rushes forward to block his path and gives him a swift punch to the snout. The alpha fell back, his strength waning. The flames finally start to die, leaving a severely burnt and almost completely hairless alpha swaying in his spot before collapsing to his knees.
And then he was Peter.
Oriana couldn't stop the small scream that bubbled from her lips.
Peter – Her father was kneeling on the cold forest ground, his whole body black, charred and bloody. All of his hair was gone and his ears had melted into his skull. He let out a gagging noise before he falled backwards.
Oriana didn't know what came over her. She had wanted him gone yesterday. That morning even. But she'd never wanted him dead. And here he was, dying. Her dad. Oh god.
She pushed herself to her feet and tried to run to him, only managing to get about halfway with her leg and finally settled for quickly crawling the rest of the way, uncaring to the raw wound on her leg as dirt, leaves and god knows what else got stuck there.
She was numb to anything other than her father's laboured breathing and charred body.
"Oriana…" She distantly heard Stiles call out softly as she crawled.
"Dad?" She whispered shakily as she came up next to him. She looked over his ruined body before locking her eyes on his.
His blue eyes softened slightly despite the unimaginable pain he was in.
"Y-You're so – beau – beautiful…" He stammered, looking into her crying eyes.
She gave a tiny sob.
"I'm so – sorry." He gasped. "Your th – best th-thing I e-ever did. 'M proud o' you."
"Daddy…" She whimpered, tears flowing like a waterfall down her cheeks. How long had she wanted him to say these words? How long had she craved his love? And this is how she got it? As he lay dying after her kind-of-boyfriend helped set him on fire?
"It wasn't supposed to happen like this…" She muttered to herself hopelessly.
"Shhh." He whispered, fighting for breath.
Stiles, Jackson, Chris, Scott and Allison watched as Oriana cried hopelessly over her father, everyone feeling sorry for the girl but at the same time happy that Peter was going to be dead soon.
Derek emerged from the house and started toward Peter and Oriana, jaw clenched determinedly. He ignored Oriana and stood over Peter's scorched body.
Oriana looked up at him questioningly.
He knelt on his right knee, his raging eyes locked on Peter's face.
"Derek?" She asked.
"Go away, Oriana." He said lowly. He could practically feel his blood vibrating in fury, his hands hungry for revenge. This man killed his sister. No matter how much he loved Oriana she wasn't really his sister. She wasn't and couldn't ever replace Laura. His jaw tightened. Laura's death would be avenged.
"What do you - ?"
"You don't want to see this, Oriana." He growled.
She stared at him wide eyed, realising what he meant. Still, she didn't move.
He growled again.
"Wait!" Scott called out, he too knowing what Derek intended to do. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek. If you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family - what am I supposed to do?"
Stiles scoffed loudly. Yeah, Peter was a dick and deserved to die; hell he'd helped set the dude on fire. But did they really need to be arguing over who gets to kill the bastard right over his body while Oriana sat right there? He knew that she hated Peter too, but he was still her dad. And really, Scott? You're doing this because you want Allison's parents to allow you to date her? Is that really worth putting Oriana through this? Really?!
"You've - already - decided." Peter wheezed. "I can smell it on you!" His eyes turned red.
Derek growled and raised his arm in the air, his claws extending.
"Wait! No, no! Don't!" Scott pleaded.
In a flash Derek brought his arm down and slit Peter's throat.
Oriana let out a strangled noise, eerily similar to the one Peter made.
Oriana watched the life leave her father's eyes and collapsed into sobs.
Derek stood up, still standing over Peter's body. He turned to look at Scott with his new red eyes.
"I'm the Alpha now." He growled.
He stepped over Peter's body and robotically walked off into the treeline, without a backwards glance at his sobbing cousin or a betrayed Scott. They stood in silence for a long while.
Chris looked at Stiles, waiting for him to notice. When Stiles looked at Chris he received a stern chin tilt from the man and nodded. Stiles approached Oriana cautiously.
"Oriana…"
She didn't respond, keeping her eyes on her father's body, her cries calmed now.
"Baby?"
Her red puffy eyes flickered up and caught his. With a trembling bottom lip, she launched herself into his open arms.
He scooped her up and let her bury her face in the crook of his neck and wet his shirt with her tears. He pressed a firm kiss to her head and sighed into her hair. "It's okay. I've got you. I've got you."
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Oriana sat curled up in Stiles' lacrosse jersey on the sofa. She sighed in contentment and snuggled further into Stiles' warm side. He looked down at her with a fond smile.
After the night of the dance; after Peter had been killed by Derek, Chris has given Stiles, Oriana and Scott a lift home. He apologised to Oriana for all of his sister's actions, the fire included. She'd just shrugged, not feeling like talking.
Stiles had to carry her up the stairs – which Scott was a little surprised he could do – and brought her straight into the bathroom for a much needed hot shower. She was in there for an hour.
When John had come home he'd wrapped her in a big bear hug and demanded to know where she'd been and who had taken her. Having been told by Stiles what questions to expect, she managed to convince him not to rush her to the hospital, assuring him that she hadn't been harmed, only locked in a room for a few days. She had told him that she didn't even see who'd taken her, only that it was a woman. She said that she'd woke up and the door was opened, so she had escaped and walked home.
John could see that she had been crying and looked paler and thinner than usual and decided not to push the vulnerable girl too much. As long as she was home safely. Though Oriana had to act surprised when John had told her that the woman behind the Hale fire was suspected to be Kate Argent – whose body was recovered from the Hale house – so she must have been the woman that had taken her.
The rest of the weekend in the Stilinski household was spent inside being lazy and watching tv all day, with Oriana sneaking into Stiles room during the night. He kept the nightmares away. She wasn't completely healed yet, the wolfsbane in her system taking its time to move on out, but Stiles didn't seem too worried; she was constantly sleepy and weak feeling, meaning that she was practically attached to his side always wanting his arms around her. She pretended to hate it when he carried her up and down the stairs, even though she could do it herself fine, but the huge dopey grin on his face was too much to say no to.
Oriana didn't cry anymore after Stiles had brought her home. Sure she was upset that her father was dead, but it was for the best; there was no other way. She was more upset with Derek's part in it all. He'd not contacted her since that night and wouldn't answer her calls.
She had been a little mad at Stiles as well, when he'd brought her home. She'd noticed that he was wearing a shirt and tie and asked him why. He'd turned bright red and told her that he'd been to the dance. He tried to change the topic to him finding Lydia on the lacrosse field where she'd been attacked. However, that led to the question; why was he looking for Lydia at the dance?
He finally admitted to having taken Lydia to the dance. Hence her anger. Stiles was at a school dance with his 'first love' while she was literally being tortured. I mean, really?
Stiles had quickly told her that Lydia was dateless and that he had to go to the dance to help Scott watch over Allison anyway so they'd gone as friends, despite Allison's suggestions. Oriana felt more loathing for the girl after that.
Oriana had calmed down when she heard the truth in his words and was glad that Stiles finally seemed to be over his thing for Lydia.
She was interrupted from her thoughts by Stiles' phone ringing. He smiled apologetically at her and answered it.
"Hey, man…Wha- now?" He glanced at Oriana. "Why right no -? Fine! Okay. I'll be there soon."
"What?" She asked when he hung up with a heavy sigh.
"Scott wants to head over to the hospital to check on Lydia. Ya'know cos' of the bite thing?"
She nodded.
"Wanna come?" He asked softly. She's avoided going to visit her redheaded friend all weekend because she couldn't help but fell a little guilty. After all it had been her father that had attacked Lydia. To find her and Derek, by the way.
She shook her head.
He smiled in understanding. "Okay. I'll be an hour tops, kay?"
She nodded. She watched him run up the stair and return a minute later in jeans and a shirt, coming down to put on his shoes.
"Call me if you need anything, okay?" He told her like a worried mother. She nodded.
She smiled when he pressed a soft kiss to her nose before he left.
Half hour later she received a text from Stiles.
Lydia's bite isn't healing. It read.
She looked at the screen in astonishment. What the - ? Before she forgot she sent Stiles a quick text.
Stiles?
Yeah, babe? He replied in a few seconds.
Get me pie.
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