Chapter Seven

Derek snarled glaring at his former pack member angrily.

"You don't kill pack, Stiles! Have you lost your fucking mind!"

She sneered nastily, her eyes colder than any of them had ever seen them.

"I'm not pack, remember. Now it seems you have a funeral to plan. Get the hell out."

The Hale Pack stared at their former pack mate stunned, still reeling from Lydia's death.

Harley stared back at them with a wide smile on her lips, eyes twinkling.

"Y-you killed her." Scott whispered and she rolled her eyes.

"Obviously."

Derek's eyes flashed crimson at her blasé response.

"No. No! See, you don't get to do this. You don't get to disappear then come back and kill one of my pack! You don't get to be like her!"

Harley's lips twisted into a vicious snarl, her hazel green eyes flashing onyx.

"Because you know me so well. Fuck you, Derek! I have every right to do whatever what I want to this pack, or did you forget who formed it in the first place?" She snorted. "You all have enough nerve to play victim with me? After abandoning me in Eichen House? After leaving me to rot on the whim of a chimera I warned you about! I noticed Theo is missing, what, finally realize I was right?"

Scott flinched as if she'd struck him, and once upon a time, she might've felt bad, but as it stood all she felt was a vindictive sort of pleasure that her words had hurt him.

"And the worst part was I had faith that you, my best friend, my alpha would believe in me, would save me but you didn't, Scotty. You left me alone. You kicked me out of the pack, even after everything I had done to bring it together. Derek, you crushed my heart and decided to leave, not even bothering to warn me. And I was so stupid that I really thought you would come back."

Derek looked away. "So why kill Lydia? Why not me or Scott?"

She shrugged. "She insulted Puddin'. That her death hurt you both was just a bonus."

Isaac snarled at her. "Wasn't killing Allison enough?!"

She giggled, onyx eyes glittering with untamed madness and even Joker shuddered at the sound.

"Nope."

"You've lost your fucking mind."

She nodded, then cocked her head.

"Puddin' likes my crazy." She purred and her mate nodded.

"Although, I've told you about playing with your food."

Peter raised an eyebrow.

"Alex? You- how did you survive?"

Joker stared at his twin brother, a vicious grin playing on his painted lips.

"Well~" He sang, "I was trying to help get the kids out of the house while it was burning. Ms. Argent found me after I got little Cora out, and nabbed me while I was still weak and on fire myself. She played with me for a while, a long long while, then handed me off to her dear mommy. Mommy was even more twisted…at least until I ripped out her throat."

Peter shuddered. Of the two of them, Alex had been the gentler twin, never having the stomach for the torture and violence Peter's job as Talia's left hand had required of him. That the Argents ad twisted his beloved younger twin into the monster before him was startling.

It made him hate them all that much more.

"All of my pack bonds were gone, our bond as twins was gone and well~ sanity was overrated."

"And you and Stiles?" Derek sneered, jealousy marring his features. Alex smirked and wrapped his arms around the blonde who hummed and leaned into him, gasping when one of the wolf's hands wrapped around her throat.

"She was my psychiatrist." He rumbled, burying his nose in her throat in a blatantly possessive gesture.

"It took me months to win her over, but I never counted on her falling in love with me. When I escaped Arkham Asylum, I broke her and brought her with me. Isn't she beautiful?"

Peter frowned, as did the Sheriff. "You broke her?" The latter asked dangerously and Joker grinned.

"Electroshock therapy. Isn't that right, doll?"

Harley smiled, her eyes dark. "Couldn't put my masks back on, daddy." She told her father. "They didn't work anymore."

John sighed, then nodded, still unhappy about the electroshock therapy thing. However, he could see that she was happier with her masks gone, or at least most of them.

She was wearing one now, a new one he'd never seen before. Obsessively in love with her mate, but almost eerily obedient. Everyone thought Joker was the beginning of her decline in sanity but he knew better.

The nogitsune had left its mark and even before she left, he'd never been sure it left her completely. She'd adopted too many of its mannerisms and her masks had been failing even if the pack hadn't noticed.

He could see glimpses of it in the way she smirked and tilted her head, amusement glinting in her eyes as her mate told their story.

The electroshock therapy may have disabled her masks, but Harley was as much of the true Stiles, his daughter dared to show the world. He doubted even the joker knew his daughter's true personality.

Derek didn't seem to like the story either. "Stockholm syndrome. Stiles you know that all it is, right?" He pleaded and Joker snarled at him, clutching the blonde tighter.

"Mine." He growled, crimson eyes blazing. "Careful, Derek. You may be my nephew but I will kill you and feel nothing about it if you kept threatening my bond."

"You're holding her hostage!" Derek snapped and Harley giggled when Joker snarled again.

"She is very willing, I assure you."

Scott turned his eyes on his step-sister, puppy eyes full force.

"Stiles, please-"

"Leave."

"St-"

The squad raised their weapons, as he stepped forward. "You're interrupting our party." Boomerang said, glaring. "So, leave."

The pack shared a look.

"We were invited." Derek argue obstinately.

"Invitation rescinded." Harley snarked, raising her gun and pointing it at the alpha.

Peter, seeing that things were about to escalate, placed a hand on his nephew's arm and silenced him with a look.

"With you being an Alpha, you would need to have a sit down with our pack to discuss the terms of your stay here. Perhaps we could discuss a meeting date at a later time?"

Joker nodded, his face uncharacteristically serious.

"Of course. Get out."

He nodded and the pack left.

Once they were gone, Harley let out a high cackle and pulled away from her mate to grab a drink.

Everyone stared at her and she grinned.

"Well? We have a party to get back to."

They stared a few moments longer, shrugged and returned to their celebration. Croc joined them a few moments later, a for a while they just let the stress of the nights events and the events of the past month roll away.

For those few moments in time, they were as happy as people like them could get and they reveled in it.

TBC…

This is coming to an end soon, sorry guys. I'm not abandoning it or anything but I also didn't have much planned to this. Originally it was supposed to be a two shot then this happened, Lol. Anyways this is only going to be about ten chapters long. If anyone wants to write their own version of this Idea I'm more than fine with it and I'd love to see where you take it.