how about that season finale huh?
My god that was great! Now we wait for january I think.
WOOO
Alrighty someone asked why Stiles was so attached to Five and I touched on it in this chapter but the next chapter will fully explain it :)
Thank you so much my lovely readers!
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Five's eyes flew open. She and Stiles looked toward the disruption. Stiles looked at their hands, and then at her, overcome with options in his mental emotional debate.
"Be careful." and she let go. Stiles ran though the door, the deserted lobby and out the front entrance. The wolves, the Argents and Dr. Deaton stood in a line facing Lydia's car. Lydia was in the middle of the open lot looking terrified. With good reason, a pale clawed spidery hand was wrapped around her throat. A woman, a little older than Derek, had her teeth bared and her glinting yellow eyes set on the clinic.
"I have no use for this pathetic mewling excuse for a girl." she sneered, shaking Lydia tauntingly. "Give me the Runt, and I'll be on my way."
"I don't believe you." Derek responded cooly. The woman blinked.
"What have I to gain in lies?" she argued indignantly, her dark hair tossing wildly in the wind.
"Fine, release the girl. And then we'll give you the Runt." Peter called over to her. A few tensed up but it went unnoticed by the woman, who was inspecting Peter's features with confusion.
"Do I know your face, sir?" she asked, gazing intently at him.
"I know yours," he said, crossing his arms "Veleda."
"Peter Hale. Why, I must say there are very few dead men who look as well as you." she smiled, sweetly.
"The girl, Veleda." Derek barked. Veleda cocked her eyebrows mischievously.
"As it would please you." she sighed, removing her claws from Lydia's neck. Lydia stood, stunned for a moment, before walking cautiously away with her head held high. "Then again," Veleda surged forward, wound her fingers in Lydia's hair and held her steady. It one quick motion, the entire line switched from a cordial stand-off into battle stances.
Allison drew her bow, Chris Argent cocked his gun, the wolves morphed and Dr. Deaton... where was Dr. Deaton? Where was Mrs. McCall? Veleda grinned, her teeth glinting "This has been an awfully long day, what with the tracking and the chasing and the killing. It does stimulate one's appetite." she breathed on Lydia's exposed neck. Lydia barely flinched, her lower lip trembling.
"What do you want?" Derek called.
"I want my sister's head on a spit." she snarled, "But I will settle for her worthless form returned to me. She's ours." Veleda pet Lydia's cheek with one long finger. "Do that, and I will go."
"We know he's coming Veleda." Peter declared in a manner that suggested boredom. "And we know he has no plans of leaving when he gets here."
"Why didn't you say so?" she snickered "Pretenses are so dull, are they not? Fine fine, you return her and I'll put in a good word for you. Do not, and I will kill the child, and take the Runt by force."
"Sister." Everyone turned. Five stood in the doorway. It looked like the very weight of the earth was on her shoulders. Her matted hair tumbled around her face, her eyes piercing under her thick brows, she clutched to the frame of the door for support.
"Ah, darling!" Veleda crowed, releasing Lydia. Lydia ran to the line, and stood quivering next to Allison and her father. "What craftmans ship I must say, who put your liver back in?"
Stiles' hands clenched at his side, but knew enough not to interfere. Five stepped forward, everyone exchanged hesitant looks. She passed them slowly, wincing every other step.
"A friend." she rasped, as if the very word would cause harm to Veleda.
"A friend? Come come my dear, these people do not care for you. Not like I." she threw out her arms for embrace, but Five stopped short, just out of reach. A cold rage flashed in Velda's eyes.
"Why do you come here?" Five asked icily.
"Insolence does not become you, sister."
"Nay, nor shrewishness in you." Smack. Five's head jerked to the side and she fell to the ground feebly. Peter grabbed Derek and Scott grabbed Stiles, for both had lunged to action. Veleda looked down on Five simply. Five wiped the blood from the corner of her lip with the back of her hand. Veleda kicked Five in the stomach, who coughed and spit.
"Oh Five, your way with words causes me such pride." She sang, taking the front of Five's shirt in her fist and hoisted her off the ground so her toes barely touched the concrete.
"Why have you come?" Five gurgled around Veleda's grip.
"Did you learn nothing, Sister? You. I have nothing but love in my heart for you." she crooned.
"What place do I want in a heart that's black." Five said. "I have chosen my place."
"You have no power to chose such a place." hissed Veleda. "You will come home."
"No."
"You will." Veleda grinned. "It has been told, and so you shall."
Five didn't speak, her mouth clamped shut.
"You will come home. You will prepare to fight." Veleda sneered, "And you will drink the blood of your new found friends for their troubles." Suddenly, she seemed very young, sad and sweet. She set Five down on her feet, gently, grasping her hands. "Why do you hurt me so? Have I not been all that I am?" Veleda whispered, cupping Five's face kindly. "These people will never accept you, you have to come home. Please sister, abandon this foolish venture. The wolf and his comrades will fall and this will be ours, all of it!" Veleda hugged her sister, tears in her eyes, "Come home, please."
"I can't." Five whispered, gently easing out of the embrace.
"Why? What confidences have these monsters given you? They're lies, sister, lies!" Veleda shrieked, shaking Five earnestly. She held Five's hand and placed it on her own cheek, leaning into it. "Master misses you, do you hear me? Darling, Renu misses you."
"He does?" Five breathed. Her back going rigid. Everyone could see it, there was an immediate change in Five, as if a little of her pain, and the weight she was carrying had been lifted. The balance of this battle had shifted, Veleda brought kryptonite. Stiles felt himself step forward involuntarily. What was he going to do? Cover her ears?
"Terribly." Veleda nodded. "He pines for his little one, with oaths that would rattle the stars. 'Where is my dearest flower?' he says 'Why does she offer such cruelty?'"
"He said that?" Five whispered sadly. Stiles felt his palms itch, someone had better do something soon. His something wasn't so much as a something but an inability to do nothing, and he had a nasty feeling that he couldn't stay still much longer.
"Yes, and more." Veleda, wrapping her arms protectively around Five. Five chocked back a sob, sinking into the embrace. Over her shoulder, Veleda leered at the group, her eyes sparkling with malice.
"Five!" shouted Stiles, launching himself out of the line. Scott and Isaac held onto his shirt, but he struggled. "S-she's lying! Five, listen to me!" Five stumbled out of her sister's grasp, her eyes closed, looking as if she was having difficulty getting breath into her lungs. Veleda looked from Five to Stiles and back again, then a big toothy grin stretched across her face.
"Oh, but this is delicious." she snickered. "What have you done now, sister?" She giggled manically, clutching her stomach. Five stood back, her fists balled at her side. "What sort of whiskered harlot allows herself to be bound to a human?" Veleda roared with laughter, her voice echoing in the atmosphere. "And not just any human, but that?" She cackled leaning against Lydia's car for support.
"I could not expect you to understand, Veleda." Five snapped. "You, who's idea of claim lies in fornication with a man who would eat the children you bear, and laugh as he dined. A whiskered harlot indeed, youdisgust me."
Veleda screamed, her teeth elongating, her back hunching, her nose wrinkling, she whipped through the air, throwing Five backwards into the pavement. An arrow sank into Veleda's shoulder, gunfire, and everyone launched into action. In the chaos - Veleda held Five aloft by the neck.
"Be still or she dies!" she snarled. They all froze, breathing heavily. She chuckled. "How pathetic," she said, looking at each of them in turn. "you and your bleeding hearts." She squeezed Five's throat. Stiles and Derek tensed, Veleda giggled.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" she seemed completely at ease, unperturbed by the blatant hostility aimed at her.
"She must have really made an impression on you Derek, for your bond to have lasted this long. But you," she turned to look at Stiles, burning with curiosity, "Twenty-Four hours and you can't stop thinking about her can you? Oh yes, you are spell bound. I can see it. So what she do?" she leered, "Was it a kiss?" Derek's eyes darted to Stiles and then back, his fists clenching and unclenching "Or something more. I bet it was, look at your blush! Did she scream? Did she beg? Did she cry out your name when you took her virgin-" Five spat, her bloody saliva smacking across Veleda's face. Veleda looked livid, she brought Five closer until they were almost nose to nose.
"You dishonor yourself, Veleda." Five rasped, "I do not need such acts to make people love me."
"You -"
Five gasped, she went rigid, her eyes burned and voices from unknown places moved with her mouth.
"I will come to your demise
A white cloth is my disguise
I lived my life between the wilds
Neither earth nor sky would call me child
The birds were my companions
The wind and rain my champions
Daily I grew in power and fixture
Till snatched out of time by the trickster."
"My dear, it is intensely annoying to have to dissect your words, when I wish to disembowel you." she sighed, cutting a small slice at the base of Five's throat.
"Too bad," hissed a voice. Dr. Deaton's hands grasped Veleda's, jerking them around her back, while Mrs. McCall draped a cloth coated in a thick powder over her face. "You would have heard us coming." Veleda shrieked and fell to her knees, and then to her side unconscious.
"Mistletoe." muttered Peter. "That was the riddle. The Norse myth of mistletoe."
Five, who had been dropped, now lay in a heap on the blacktop. Stiles dropped to his knees beside her, attempting unsuccessfully to lift her. She smiled softly and after a moment, used him to help herself to her feet.
"Whoo." said Mrs. McCall, a little shellshocked. "Good, good work everyone." she smacked her lips, "Now what do we do?"
"We take her inside. Scott, Isaac, if you could help me?"
The boys took a couple deep breaths to clear their heads of the adrenaline, and then, with looks of revulsion, heaved the unconscious Veleda through the door. Derek was gazing blankly and Stiles and Five, a far off look in his eyes. Stiles, who only had eyes for Five did not see. Derek rushed forward and scooped Five into his arms, glaring at Stiles over her head. Stiles shot him an exasperated look.
"I can walk." she protested weakly. Derek smirked down at her, "I'll carry you." If she wasn't so tired, Five would have pouted. Dr. Deaton chatted absently, asking Derek to place her back on the operation table and how many injuries she probably just reopened. Peter and Cora followed. The Argents and Lydia were already around back, digging in their car for some sort of restraints that would probably hold Veleda. Stiles stood alone in the lot. That is, until Mrs. McCall gripped his shoulder kindly.
"She's very pretty." she said innocently.
"She's a cat, Mrs. McCall." Stiles sighed, crossing him arms.
"Perhaps," she mused, "but my son is a dog, respectively, and that didn't seem to stop Allison." She smiled kindly at him, and walked to the front entrance, leaving Stiles with his very confused thoughts.
"Oh by the way, I called your father." she called over his shoulder. "He'll be here soon."
"She could stay with us," Allison offered, glancing cautiously at her father. "We have a guest room and she would be very safe."
With Five resting in the back and Veleda effectively retrained and in Dr. Deaton's office, the topic of the visitor's lodging had come up.
"Yes, but would she feel safe?" Peter objected, "Your entire family are supernatural hunters, you've got weapons in your front parlor that would take down the Hulk, let alone a kitten. We don't need her skirting off in the middle of the night and getting herself killed."
"She'll stay with us." Derek decided.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Dr. Deaton interjected. Derek looked at him ferociously.
"Derek, we need you sharp." Chris Argent broke in just as Cora said "She's a distraction."
"She could stay with us." Mrs. McCall put in, but Isaac shook his head.
"Scott is the only Alpha for miles, a True Alpha. Put them together would be like a putting a spotlight on our location." Isaac cautioned.
"Plus, you know, Dad." Scott grunted. "The FBI shouldn't come across a were-wolf and a cat-walker in California."
"Yeah, lets not do that." Peter agreed.
"Lydia?" Dr. Deaton asked politely. Everyone turned, Lydia looked a little dazed, she sat down in a chair and had yet to speak or move at all. She jerked out of her trance.
"I'd rather not." she squeaked. She cleared her throat, regaining some composure. "What will I do if they come? Scream?" she laughed nervously.
They looked at each other, at a loss. Stiles cleared his throat, but before he could speak there was a distraction.
"Then I guess it's settled." everyone turned to look at the door. Sheriff Stilinski, leaning casually against the frame, looked around the room expectantly. "Who's my new house guest?"