Show Me All Your Scars, I'll Be Delighted
Summary: When more of Dumbledore's secrets come out, Ivy concocts a plan to escape. She goes through the Veil and settles in Beacon Hills, searching for the family that was stolen from her.
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Chapter 4: You Smell Like Hidden Motives
….Get Away From Me
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What happened to her in King's Cross train station was more complicated than she'd believed at first.
It turned out, everyone had the choice to get on the train and move on to the next cycle or to stay and become a spirit to watch over their loved ones.
What made Ivy's return an anomaly was that she was one of the very few, very rare people that was given a chance to return to that same life, to truly return.
It was a decision that was given to people who were favored by deities or who Fate had something special in mind for.
Erica Reyes was one of these rare individuals as well.
The sixteen-year-old blonde was never meant to die the way she had. Ostara, the Germanic goddess of spring and rebirth, was enraged at the injustice. The goddess had been the one to grant the Reyes family request for a child of their own and she'd had her eye on Erica since she was born.
Since the deity couldn't interfere herself and Erica hadn't agreed to be her Champion yet, Ostara asked for assistance from Hel and Hel transferred that request to Ivy.
It was relatively simple work to follow the tug to the lost soul, distantly noting that she was in the Beacon Hills National Bank, an abandoned bank.
Finding Erica's body in a locked closet, Ivy carefully lifted her and made her way out, thankful for the spells that hid her scent and the sounds of movement.
She spent the rest of the night following Hel's instructions as the goddess taught her how to return a misplaced soul to life, healing the body beforehand.
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"The stock market is based on two principles. What are they?"
Scott raised his hand and Coach nodded at him before shifting his attention.
"Yes McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?"
"Uh no, Coach, I know the answer."
Coach laughs, stopping when he saw Scott's disbelieving expression.
"Oh, you're serious."
"Yes, risk and reward."
"Wow! Who are you and what have you done to McCall? Don't answer that, I like you better. I like you better? Does anybody have a quarter? A quarter?"
Stiles rummaged around in his jeans pocket, searching, until a small plastic packet flew through the air and landed on the floor.
It was dead silent as eyes followed the condom, noting the XXL size.
"Uh Stilinski, I think you dropped this…and congratulations," Coach Finstock winked, handing it back to Stiles.
As he continued, Ivy twisted in her seat to flash a grin and raise her eyebrows.
'Impressive', she mouthed at him with a wink.
Stiles scowled back, flushing hotly.
"Attention Coach Finstock, could you send Ivy Black to the guidance office please?"
"Go ahead, kid," Coach waved her off before continuing his rant about the quarters.
"What did you do?" Stiles whispered and she could only shrug as she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed over to the guidance counselor's office.
Ivy was exhausted, having spent half the night healing the extensive injuries Erica had received before death. She'd been violently mauled and it had taken a while to heal it all.
When she was done, it had taken all she had to drag herself over to her bed and flop into it, already asleep,
Ivy had reluctantly forced herself to go to school, knowing they were stricter about classes here.
She was tired and irritable, in no mood to deal with annoying people.
Unfortunately, as soon as she sat down in the guidance counselor's office, she was confronted with a dark-haired woman who struck her as annoying at first sight.
Ivy didn't believe in love at first sight but she definitely believed in annoying at first sight.
"Miss Black, I don't believe we've been formally introduced yet. I'm Marin Morell but you can call me Ms. Morell. It's nice to finally meet you," she smiled, dark eyes sharp and considering.
"Hello, Ms. Morell," Ivy smiled back blandly, polite and distant. "Is there something wrong with my paperwork? I'm certain everything was filled out properly and filed accordingly."
"Oh no, there isn't a problem with your paperwork. That's all fine," Marin reassured, offering a comforting smile. "I just wanted to check in, see how you're settling in. You're an emancipated minor from England, right?"
The dark-haired witch hummed in agreement, crossing one leg over the other primly.
"That must be distressing, to be on your own. You must miss your family and friends."
"Not exactly. I'm emancipated for a reason, Ms. Morell. I find I do much better on my own, after all."
The counselor nodded thoughtfully, eyes skimming over her.
"I could see that," she commented, tilting her head just slightly to the side. "Nevertheless, things can get overwhelming and people often find themselves seeking out company, whether it be good or bad. Be careful who you pick as your friends, Miss Black. They can influence you to do things you shouldn't."
Dark eyes bore into emerald and Ivy was struck with the realization that whoever this woman was, she knew that she had been the one to take Erica.
Ahh, she mused, remembering Hel's brief mention of the Alpha Pack that had taken Erica in the first place and killed her, disrupting her destiny.
Morin was most likely one of their allies or aligned with them in some fashion.
Ivy was more comfortable now, tension easing at the familiarity of a threat.
What did that say about her, that she would relax under a threat?
"Thank you for your concern, Miss Morell, but I think I'm alright. As I've said before, I can decide my friends for myself," her smile was all teeth as she nodded and stood, moving to exit. "While this has certainly been an interesting chat, I have better things to do with my time."
Ivy didn't give her a chance to respond as she left without looking back.
Rolling her eyes, she grumbled quietly under her breath as she stalked down the hall.
"They can influence you to do things you shouldn't. Lady, I'm usually the bad influence, not the other way around."
Irritated and itching to break something, she didn't move fast enough to avoid the person who burst out of the nearest classroom and they crashed into one another, sending them both to the floor.
Scott's voice broke through her irritation as he called out, bursting into the hallway.
"Derek, wait!"
Irritation drained out of her as she stared at the guy she'd crashed into, eyes widening.
"Derek Hale? You're Derek Hale?"
He narrowed his eyes, anger and suspicion sparking.
"Who are you? Why do you want to know?"
"Ivy? Hey, you okay?"
Tearing her eyes away from her cousin, Ivy blinked at Stiles. Whatever expression she had, it must have been bad because he looked worried as he moved towards her.
"I'm fine. Don't worry, just have a headache," she lied, scrambling to her feet and clutching the strap of her bag tight. "I've gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Stiles."
She practically ran out of the high school, ignoring the calls from Stiles and the demands of Derek, and found the nearest alley, where she apparated away.
In her desperation, she apparated to the exact spot she'd come out of the Veil in the forest.
She tucked her bag in the little hidey hole she'd slept in the first time, making sure it was hidden under a concealment charm, before allowing Rogue to come to the surface.
Bones cracked and shifted, dark fur sprouted along her body except for her chest, where there was a patch of white, and nails sharpened into claws as she dropped to all fours instead of two.
Once fully shifted, she shook out her fur briefly before taking off at a run, no destination in mind, just embracing the simple desire to stretch her legs and feel the wind in her fur.
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The next day wasn't any better as she tried to calm her mind and ignore the panic that she'd felt when she ran into part of her family, even if he hadn't known who she was.
"Ivy, seriously, what's going on? First you start having headaches that seem more like migraines and panic attacks combined, now you're freaking out because you saw Derek Hale," Stiles whispered urgently, trying to catch her attention even as she stared straight ahead. "You can talk to me. Please, just talk to me."
"Stiles, I can't talk right now," she whispered back, grinding her teeth as she started to feel the same foreign magic slink through the classroom. It circled her and she started to feel cornered, instincts demanding she run as far away from the poisonous magic as she could.
There was a crack and she looked down, paling slightly when she saw that her nails had lengthened into claws and dug deep into the underside of the desk.
Scott was staring at her with wide eyes from her left and Stiles was gaping on her right, their eyes locked on her clawed hands.
Rogue was at the front of her mind, growling and snarling as she locked eyes on Mrs. Blake, who was lecturing on Othello as she wrote something on the board.
"Not now," Ivy hissed, forcefully drawing Rogue back from the front of her mind as her nails slowly shortened back into normal nails. She breathed in deeply and held it, counting to ten, before releasing it.
Repeating this a few times, she felt calmer, though her eyes still followed the English teacher as she stayed alert.
She was out of her seat and out the door as soon as the bell rang, ignoring the two boys who scrambled after her.
Grabbing her arm, Scott dragged her into an empty classroom and Ivy threw it off, stepping away as she growled.
"Don't touch me," she warned, eyes flicking to Stiles as he came in and locked the door behind him.
"Ivy, it's okay. You need to stay calm or it'll make it worse," Scott soothed, keeping his voice soft and quiet. "What happened? Who bit you and when?"
Ivy scrunched her nose up in confusion. "What do you mean? No one bit me, you weirdo. I'm not a vampire."
Stiles snorted, hopping up to sit on a desk nearby. "Not a vampire, no. Think furry and growly."
Ivy raised an eyebrow, thinking over his words.
"I know this is a shock, Ivy, but werewolves are real," Scott informed her seriously, as if the revelation was supposed to be groundbreaking. "And you're one of them now."
Ivy just stared at him before barking out a laugh.
"Werewolves? Really, Scott, I thought you were more original than that. I'm not a werewolf."
"But you are!" Scott protested. "You smell like Derek does. You must be more in tune with your wolf or something."
"She smells like Derek?" Stiles perked up in interest. "Do you think she's a born wolf, not a bitten one like you?"
Ivy had stopped listening by then, her eyes widening as the last piece of the puzzle clicked into place.
Why had Kate Argent burned down a house with eleven people inside?
What was her motive?
If the Hale family were born werewolves and Kate Argent (Argent-French for Silver-irony at its finest) was a werewolf hunter, then she'd need no other motive.
The strange ash she'd found lining the window must have been something to cage them inside.
Otherwise, it would have been relatively simple for them to break out.
Ivy hadn't considered this possibility before because she didn't know werewolves existed in this world. Although, it made sense since magic existed here as well, along with witches and Druids.
Whirling to look at Scott, she demanded.
"Show me."
Scott didn't hesitate to obey, brown eyes blazing golden as fangs grew and his nails lengthened, sharpening into fine points.
Obviously, the werewolves of this world were different from the ones she knew.
If her birth father was a born werewolf, then it meant she had to have some traits as well.
"What does the gold mean?" She questioned, curious. "And is it just the claws, fangs, and eyes? Or can you do the full shift?"
"I can't do the full shift. As far as I know, that's a really rare trait in born wolves only," Scott shrugged, answering honestly. "And gold means beta. It also means I haven't killed anyone."
Cold washed over her and Ivy bit her lip, looking to Stiles. "What other colors are there?"
"Red's for Alphas," he explained, taking the lead. "They're the only werewolves that can turn people, unless you're born a werewolf like the Hales. Blue's for betas too but it's for those who've killed before."
Ivy clenched her jaw, swallowing hard as her suspicion was confirmed.
She'd always wondered why her eyes changed from green to blue when she was Rogue.
"What about Alphas? Is there an Alpha in Beacon Hills?" She paused as a thought hit and she cursed in frustration. "Alpha Pack, that's what she meant. They're a Pack of Alphas, aren't they?"
"Whoa! How do you know about the Alpha Pack?" Stiles demanded, frowning. "We just found out about them like two days ago and you already know about them."
"A friend warned me about them," Ivy answered honestly, mind racing. "I'm fairly sure there's someone here who works with them too. The guidance counselor, Morell, she's aligned with them in some way."
Stiles gaped at her, waving his arms wildly. "You've gotta be kidding me! Where is all of this information coming from?"
"We need to take her to Derek," Scott cut in, strong and firm. "He'll know what to do."
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"Stiles, I don't know if I can do this," Ivy confessed, fingers digging into her thighs tightly as she sat frozen in the back of the Jeep.
"Scott, you go ahead. We'll be right behind you," Stiles directed his best friend, who nodded as he looked inside the apartment building. Twisting in his seat, hazel eyes regarded her carefully. "Does this have something to do with why you ran away from London?"
"Yeah," she nodded, biting her lip hard to hold back a low whine. "It's the whole reason I ran."
"You recognized Derek's name but not Derek himself. You know him?"
"No, only knew his name," she shook her head, fingers digging deeper as her claws started to come out. "He's part of why I came here. Stiles, what would you do if something important was stolen from you?"
"I'd do my best to get it back," he answered, taking the sudden question in stride.
"Something important was stolen from me and I never-I grew up not knowing that I was missing it. I came here to find it and now…" she sighed, carefully dislodging her clawed hands from her thighs and pulling a folded paper out of her bag. "They've moved on. I don't know if it's worth dredging up the past."
She handed the paper over to Stiles, who unfolded it and read it curiously.
He went still in realization, lowering the paper to look at her.
"Avalon Wren Hale. You're a Hale," he whispered, eyes wide. "They were stolen from you and you were stolen from them. Oh my gosh, this makes so much sense in a really weird way. And you're Peter's daughter, which is just-that's amazing honestly. How?"
Ivy smiled softly, claws receding to human nails as she calmed. "That's a long story that I don't feel like telling right now."
"Yeah okay," he nodded in understanding. "Gosh I'm really glad I parked far enough away that their Wolfy hearing can't reach us. You wouldn't get the chance to tell them yourself if I hadn't."
"It's appreciated," she told him, smile widening slightly.
"Scott's probably wondering what's going on though. Are you ready?"
Ivy breathed in deep and nodded firmly, steeling herself. "Yes, I'm ready."