CHAPTER THREE
Summary: Hermione Granger, an accomplished witch is working a particularly trying case and is in need of help. Deputy Sheriff Jordan Parrish is a hellhound and just the one she needs. When a fiery witch and a fire-proof supernatural being work together, sparks are sure to fly and Hermione and the Deputy find that they need each other for more than one reason. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and the creators of Teen Wolf and MTV. This is purely for entertainment purposes and I am not making a profit from the posting of this. This is set after The Wild Hunt but disregards everything afterwards, so there was no war between the supernatural and humans, there is no Monroe or Gerard and there are no hunters. At least for now! Also, Parrish is 23 and Hermione is 24. Oh, and I'm fudging the time line a bit, too. This will be written mostly in Parrish's POV.
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When Deputy Sheriff Jordan Parrish had been called away from his task of investigating the noise complaints at an abandoned house, he'd been curious as to why. It had been Sheriff Stilinski himself that had made the call and he hadn't been given any information as to why he was needed to return to the station, only that it was imperative he returned as quickly as possible.
During his drive back, the possible reasons for why he was needed at the station ran through his mind, the one that stood out the most was that something was once again happening in Beacon Hills. It'd been two months since The Wild Hunt and everything had been remarkably quiet. Lydia hadn't found any bodies or had any strange visions, there hadn't been any more chimeras that had turned up and needing taking care of and they'd had no trouble with the group of teens that always seemed to be in the centre of it all. There'd been no supernatural influence with any of their cases and everything was normal. It was a logical thought that something had happened, that they'd had the calm and now the storm had come.
When he reached the station and parked the car, Sheriff Stilinski was already approaching him before he'd even opened the door.
"Something supernatural going on?" Parrish said, forgoing a greeting and needing to have the answers so he could prepare himself.
"Yes and no," the sheriff replied, confusing him.
"What'd you mean?" Parrish questioned with a confused frown.
"There's something going on but not in Beacon Hills, someone showed up here asking after you. I took the time to talk to them and from what I've learned it's not good and they wish for your help."
"My help?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, I'll let them explain, you'll probably get the whole story where I didn't."
The sheriff turned his head slightly and when Parrish heard footsteps, he turned his head also, a feeling of surprise and intrigue filling him as he watched the beautiful woman closing the distance between them. And that's what she was, a beautiful woman and there was no denying it.
She had a head of thick mahogany curls that fell down to her mid-back and although they were wild and unruly, they still looked soft and silky in the sunlight. She had ivory skin and a heart shaped face which held large chocolate brown eyes which almost seemed doe-like. Her eyes were framed by thick eyelashes, her nose was small and button-like and her lips looked plump and soft. His eyes fell from her face and travelled down her body, seeing that she wore a white blouse with the first couple of buttons undone and it was tucked into the waist of her dark blue skinny jeans and she wore a black causal blazer over the top.
On her feet she wore black strappy heels that tied around the ankle and her toe nails were painted black to match the colouring on her finger nails. He wasn't exactly sure on her height given the heels she wore but he'd say without them she'd be around average height, possibly five-foot-six.
"You must be Deputy Parrish," the woman spoke and to his surprise she had an accent that filled his ears like a ringing bell, and she held a hand out to him.
"You're British," he commented, hearing the surprise in his voice as his eyes once more trailed her figure. Up close he could see that despite her height, she seemed smaller in stature.
She gave him a polite but friendly smile, showing her perfectly white teeth.
"I am yes, I'm Hermione Granger."
That was a strange name, he thought, but it was pretty. It suited her.
He finally took her hand, feeling her gentle yet firm grip and when his skin touched hers, he was surprised to feel that although it was nowhere near the temperature his body seemed to run at, her own skin was hotter than a regular human's, too. He felt a bolt of white hot fire surging through his entire body until it settled in his stomach, and unexplainably, he felt himself relaxing, the tension leaving his body in a way it hadn't done since before he'd come to Beacon Hills.
He released her hand and she dropped it back down to her side and that's when he noticed she carried two files in the other hand and his eyes moved back to her face, getting caught in her gaze.
"Well, I'll leave you two alone," Sheriff Stilinski spoke, effectively breaking them free of their staring match.
A kind smile played at Hermione's mouth as she turned her eyes to the sheriff. "Thank you, Sheriff Stilinski, and it was a pleasure meeting you, even if you tried to poison me with the terrible coffee."
The Sheriff gave her a chuckle and a rare smile before leaving them alone and then Hermione turned back to him, a thoughtful look crossing her face.
"Let's talk somewhere more private," she suggested, before she turned and made her way towards a black SUV which he suspected belonged to her, and he was right when she removed a set of keys from her pocket and then climbed into the car.
Before he climbed into the passenger's side, he noticed that several files were on the floor of the car and when he got a closer look, he saw that the names on the files were those of the deputies in the station. She gathered the files and slipped them onto the back seat and once he closed the door behind him she turned her body in her seat to better face him.
"So, I bet you're wondering just who I am and why I'm here."
"You could say that, Ma'am" he replied, shifting his own body to face her and he leaned back against the door.
"First of all please call me Hermione, I'm not old enough to be a Ma'am and Miss. Granger makes me feel as though I'm back in school and I've done something I probably shouldn't have," she said, and he felt a spark of amusement at her words. "So, I need you to understand that there are some things that I'm unable to explain at this moment in time, and if you should agree to what I wish to ask of you, only then will I answer any and every question you have truthfully." He frowned slightly and nodded. "So, I am very much aware of the supernatural beings that reside in Beacon Hills." He felt his eyes widen and he tried to deny it, but she spoke over him. "Deputy, do you honestly believe Sheriff Stilinski would allow for me to speak to you about the supernatural if he wasn't already aware of my knowing?"
Now that she mentioned it, he supposed that was true.
"I know everything and that includes your status as a hellhound." He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I'm not here to hurt anyone, in fact, I work for my government in the RCMC Department and I am the Department Head."
He was taken aback by that, seeing as he would've said she was still young, maybe closer to his own age of twenty-three. For her to hold such a position at a young age was impressive.
"My department is aware of all the supernatural beings around the world and it is our responsibility to protect them and keep their identities and secrets safe from those that aren't supernatural."
"Are you supernatural?" He questioned, his eyes once more looking her over but this time it was different. She felt different. He felt different in her presence.
"Not quite, but I do have abilities of my own. I'm not the only one to have these abilities, there's thousands of us hidden around the world and living our lives in peace, and I will go into more detail later. I don't wish for there to be any secrets between us."
"Then why can't you tell me what you are? I can feel that you're different."
She blinked slowly and a crease in her forehead appeared. "You can? That's odd," she commented, before shaking her head.
"There are laws in place that protect my people and should I tell you of my secrets I will face life imprisonment. The Statute of Secrecy was put into place centuries ago and it is our most sacred law that must be followed."
His intrigue with her built and he titled his head to the side curiously, bringing his arms up to cross them over his chest.
"Okay," he nodded. "Then what is it you need from me?"
"Your help, to be completely honest with you, we're desperate."
His eyes fell downcast when her hands shifted the files in her lap and much to his surprise, he saw that one of the files had his name on. She removed several photographs from the file and handed them to him.
His mind filled with memories of his time tracking and fighting with The Beast, right up until they had killed it. He'd recognise those crime scene photos anywhere. She then handed him some more photos and although the crime scene was similar, he knew the time and locations to be different.
"That is Paris, Scotland and London over the last three months."
His eyes flew to hers, seeing the worry swimming through her brown orbs and that she nibbled at her lip anxiously.
"It's called Prodigium, which is Latin for Monster, and you can see why. This case landed on my desk three months ago and ever since I've been trying to solve it, but we keep hitting brick walls. We can't track it, we can't find it, we don't know what it is and we don't know how to stop it. We're not entirely sure what it looks like as it's never been photographed or caught on film, all we have to go on are the witness accounts and we've created a profile based on the over lapping factors. From what we can gather, this creature is very large, very strong and very fast. It has fangs and claws and bright blue eyes."
He closed his eyes and took a calming, deep breath.
"We're certain it's part werewolf, but we're not sure on the rest. The eye colour is inconsistent as is the size, and whatever this is, it seems to be killing for no other reason than to end lives. It's not eating its victims or hunting them for sport, it's just killing."
He felt her eyes watching him carefully when his eyes screwed shut tightly and when he opened them again, she had a look of worry settled on her face.
"I happened across newspaper articles on The Beast and then I contacted The American branch of my government and they pulled every file they had on record for Beacon Hills, which is where I learned of your existence, and it's a miracle."
"Miracle? Why?"
"You don't have any idea of how special you truly are, do you?" She spoke, her voice soft and calming. "Before I discovered you, hellhounds were thought to be extinct. As far as we're aware, you're the last of your kind."
He felt something inside of him sadden at her words, and he realised it to be the other part of him, the hellhound itself, realising that it was alone and the last of its kind.
He cleared his throat and shifted slightly.
"Sorry," she apologised. "Anyway, what we're dealing with isn't The Beast but it is similar and I was hoping that between the two of us, we'd be able to catch this creature and stop it from hurting anyone else."
"Death total?"
A sad look crossed her face. "Two-hundred and six," she answered and he felt his stomach drop, his heart beat skip and his mouth go dry at the news. Even The Beast hadn't killed that many people. "But that was the estimate before I left London, it could've very well risen and it likely has. Thirty government employees have been fatally wounded trying to take down this creature and they barely injured it. We need someone that is powerful enough to help us, that can track it. We need you, Deputy."
"Okay, I'll help."
"You will?" She spoke, her large eyes widening further in her surprise.
"If people are dying I want to help stop it."
"Oh thank God!" She breathed out, a large smile taking root on her face and he felt his own mouth pull into a smile.
"You do understand that I need you to come with me back to Britain, yes? And that you could be away as little as a week or even as long as a few months?"
"I figured, but if you need me then I'll help."
"You have no idea how grateful my people will be. We need to leave as soon as possible; I was hoping you'd agree to help and so I've got our flights booked for this evening."
He raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. "I'll have to pack a few things."
"That's fine, but just the essentials, anything you don't have with you we'll make sure to provide for you once we arrive in Britain. I'll drop you off at your apartment and allow you time to pack, whilst I make a quick errand to The American branch and return their files."
He didn't bother looking confused about how she knew where he lived; the file in her hand would have that information, but he would likely have to give her directions.
"I'll be right back," he informed her, before getting out of the car and heading into the station.
Once he was gone from her sight, Hermione sank back into her seat feeling relief and hope flood through her and it was something she hadn't felt since the war had been won.