2003- age six
She'd been a child, when she heard the cries in her sleep for the first time. She hadn't know what had caused them, or why she felt the screamsso deeply in her soul, that she'd awake screaming and crying in the middle of the night.
It happened for nearly a week. Her mother cradling her in her arms, desperately trying to understand why she was crying so much. She didn't feel what she did. Then again, neither did she. She hadn't known of the pain and the sacrifice of two young lovers in the dead of night. But she felt felt it tear into her soul, and pulling out her heart, leaving her raw and swimming in anguish that was not her own.
Sara McCall had not known the of the power that had been awaken. The Nemeton needed a human sacrifice of a virgin, giving the magical tree the boost of power it craved once again. Paige Krasikeva brought the supernatural power back to Beacon Hills, and had awoken its guardians.
The Hellhound, the Witch and the Banshee. Guardians of the supernatural. Harbingers of death.
"Liam had almost killed Scott. Kira was still gone. Malia was trying to find The Desert Wolf. Sara had been taken by the Dread Doctors…"
"You were missing.""And Sheriff Stilinski was dying…"
It's had been about ayear after that when shemet Derek's mother; Talia Hale for the first and the last time along with another woman. She never knew her name, but her face drifted though her thoughts, the beautiful women, with dark hair weaved in intricate braids looped with gold. Dressed in a long white dress that made her deep dark brown skin glow, like some mythical being. She was like a princess, an angel. At least, that's what she thought.
2004
She'd wondered off from Stiles and Sheriff Stilinski, for what reason, she couldn't recall. She guessed, she was just drawn there. To the large tree stump in the middle of the forest. She didn't know how she found it.
It felt, it felt like it found her.
She remembered climbing on it, lying down taking in the beams of sun and the lush forest. She shut her eyes, listening to the sounds of the birds chirping, the warm breeze kissing her cheeks. She didn't know how long she lay there. She never wanted to leave. She was more than happy to stay there forever under the trees.
Her eyes fluttered open, the snapping sound of something just a little way from her. She peered over the edge of the tree stump. Her eyes meeting something cute.
It was a coyote. A small, fluffy light brown one, with a tiny battered up looking doll clutched tightly in its mouth. She sat crossed-legged on the tree stump. "Hi!" she waved. The coyote blinked back at her, with its strangely blue human looking eyes.
Her mom always told her to not pet the wild animals, something about babies or rabies, either one. It still never really stopped her from trying to take everything cute and furry into the house to have as a pet.
She slowly crawled over on the tree stump, laying on her stomach reaching out a hand to the coyote. "Come on, come here, it's okay. I've very nice, I promise."
The coyote set the doll on the ground, slowly edging closer. Sara had to hold her breath in excitement, almost feeling it's little nose on her hand. The coyote sniffed her, looking her right in the eye, before making a strangely terrified noise, snatching the doll up in its jaw, and racing back into the forest.
"Oh…bye-bye…" she mumbled, waving in the spot it had been in. Sara sighed, rolling onto her back, pouting. Coyotes were cute. A pet coyote seemed cool, it could sleep on her lap and everything.
A harsh gust of cold wind slammed into her chest, the trees branches becoming claws, the sound of desperate screeches above her as hundreds of crow few to the other end of the forest. She couldn't pin point it, but it twisted the comfort of the tree stump, the tree stump feeling painful to be lying on, the air agonizing to breath in.
"What are you talking about?""I can't say how I know, but Lydia Martin and Sara McCall are missing."
"Are you sure about this Kat?" Talia asked, walking down the rugged path with Kat, the witch of Beacon Hills, emissary to the Hale Pack and one of her dearest friends.
Kat nodded, a grave expression nestled on her usually relaxed face. "Positive, I've been monitoring the lunar patterns, I believe the Doctors are looking for a new host before the next month or two. Not to mention the supermoon is approaching and I don't believe they plan to waste it. You should tell your pack to keep an ear out." she added, shivering slightly as a cold gust of wind blew past.
"I will. What about are you? Are you safe?" Talia asked worriedly. "I'd rather not have another emissary dead, especially one with your unique abilities."
Kat nodded, her eyes glancing up at the crows, seeming mildly distracted by there presence. "Self-preservation is not a luxury I can afford, not when I'm this close." she said, glancing at Talia, with a light smile. "Relax, Talia. I will be careful. Self-preservation maybe a luxury, but I will not be careless with my life-oh!" she said, a small bundle of something falling off the Nematon.
The little girl that tumbled off the Nematon, a mess of dark waves and grass-stained clothes, dusting herself off gazing up at them. "Whoa," she mumbled, her blinking her large brown eyes growing wider when they landed on her. "You're so pretty…." she giggled shyly, ducking her head slightly.
Kat knew that face, knew that giggle…knew this story.
Talia lowered herself down, her motherly air already drifted though. "Hello, there sweetie,what are you doing out here by yourself?" she asked, slowly picking out the stray twigs in the little girls hair.
"It's you…" Kat whispered, bending down to the little girl's height, her white dress mingling with the sand and twigs. "My successor…" she said, softly enough to be unheard by the child, but not by Talia. Kat smiled at the little girl. "Sara, isn't it?"
Little Sara nodded. "How did you know?" she whispered. Kat bit her lower lip slightly, a sly grin on her face. "Magic."
Little Sara's eyes grew the size of plates. "Really?"
"Really." Kat said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. The little girl shrugged, yawning, suddenly looking quite tired. She fell gently into Talia's outstretched arms. Kat withdrew hand, embers of green light dissipating from her fingertips. Talia picked little Sara up, wrapped her arms around. "Does that mean…"
Kat swallowed, slowly getting up. "Yes…I maybe taking my leave sooner than expected," she said smiling tightly. Talia smiled, too, by she could see a few stray tears fall down her face. They were not for herself, nor her.
The Nematon had chosen it's knew guardian, a new protector. It was a precaution at at best, an omen of death at worst. The Nematon did not chose unless harsh times, harsh threats were to descend upon its territory. Threats that could possibly threaten the supernatural existence.
"Come on," Talia said, starting to move forward. "Her family is looking for her."
It hadn't taken them long to find them. The child, Sara McCall, had awoken a little while back and eagerly waved to two older boys and the sheriff. Kat bent down, holding her hand to shake. When their eyes met, Sara was sure her eyes glowed for a split second. Kat took a deep breath"Good luck, Sara. I wish you only the best for your future."
Sara nodded. "Thank you, bye bye!" she said cheerfully, waving them goodbye as she trotted along to the boy she called Stiles.
"Purple." Kat breathed out. "Interesting."
Talia's head snapped to hers. "Purple?"
"Her eyes? An unusual colour." Kat mused. "Sometimes when I look into anothers eyes, I can see glimpses of their future. They're brief, but…impactful. Her path. They always used to say, the eyes are important. A window to the soul," she explained. "I always heard that it would represent an element of nature. A piece of the supernatural world, she would need to connect with to balance."
"So what does purple mean?"
Kat shrugged. "I'm not sure…purple isn't common. It could one of many things, power for certain. She seems to be a light-hearted soul, with much sadness and pain in her future." Kat said, watching Sara hug the boys tightly, the taller one, giving her a piggyback ride. "Death."
"Death?"
Kat nodded. "Death. The last time I'd heard of a witch with purple eyes, the harbingers of death had awakened. One thing that's certain is, death hangs over Sara McCall."
Talia sighed, her eyes drifting to the little girl, who was now laughing with the boys in the distance. "She's so young."
"Aren't they all?" Kat whispered.
The water was running. She glanced up, slowly reaching out to the screeching faucet, trying to turn it off. The water kept gushing, out, making the bath-tub she was in overflow. Water flooded the floor, moving under the door. A hand covered her own, Sara slowly looking up at Parrish. He was in his deputy's uniform, but something wasn't quite right…
"Jordan…where am I?"
He turned his head, looking at the door. It was a large, black door, heavy looking that cast a shadow over the tiled floor. He gazed down at her, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "You're a harbinger of death, Sara." Parrish said softly. "Can't you tell somebody is dying?"
Dying? Someone was dying?
"Who?"
"You." he whispered, gripping her shoulders, and drowning her in the bath-tube.
2004
"What are you doing out here?" he asked her, picking up the ball. Sara scratched her head, walking away from the entrance of the park that lead into the woods. "What are you doing out here?" she repeated.
Theo rolled his eyes, putting the ball back in his baseball glove. Theo Raeken, was one of Scott's classmates. She only really knew about him, from Scott and Stiles in passing as 'the other boy with asthma'. Though he was easy to pick out, Theo and Scott both looked tiny and slightly sickly compared to Stiles and Danny and even Liam. Though he seemed nice enough.
Sara bit her lip, running up next to him, not wanting to get left behind. "I saw a coyote yesterday." she said, poking her head near the baseball glove playfully.
Theo paused, rolling the ball around in his baseball glove. ""They're pretty common." he said nonchalantly. Sara scowled slightly at his disinterest in the subject, if Liam weren't grounded, she was sure he'd love to hear all about the coyote. "Coyotes are cool," she mumbled. "I'd want pet coyote."
"That's stupid."
"You're stupid."
"What-"
"What?" Sara said innocently.
Theo narrowed his eyes. "My dad says coyotes are bad," he said, lowering to a near whisper, bending down to whisper in her ear. "He said, they'll kill you in your sleep, and eat all your insides."
Sara paused. "Really?" she said wide-eyed. Theo drew back nodded knowingly. "Yeah."
Sara scratched her head, watching Theo walk with a slight smirk on his lips. She scoffed. "You're lying, aren't you?"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are," Sara whined, pouting. "Whatever, my coyote won't do that. It'll be nice. You'll see, I'll show you!" she said, making a big deal to stomp her feet, as she marched down the path.
Theo sighed. "You have no self preservation skill don't you?!" he called.
"I'm sure you have enough for both of us!" Sara shouted from the front. Jokes on him. She didn't even know what preservation meant.
That was the last real conversation she ever had with Theo Raeken…it hadn't even been a month later, when Tara Raeken, Theo Raeken's sister, fell of a bridge into the creek, breaking her leg and dying of hypothermia. It was the town's first real shock. In a place where everyone knew everything, when it felt like you knew exactly what the next day would bring. It was the town's first real shock.
One of many.
Wading in the creek…why was she here? Icy water soaking though her clothes and turning her fingers blue. Her feet bumped against the heavy rocks and strangled bushes of hydrophytes and algae. Every step she took, she slipped and slided, half expecting to slide under the depths
Wind blew harshly over her back, her eyes slowly drifting up at the bridge. He was young here. Still around nine…with an ugly brown hat on. Cold puffs of air blew out of his mouth, as the turned around facing the Dread Doctors.
"Theo?" she mumbled, knocking into something, she looked down. Tara. Tara…they killed Tara…her corpse floated, slightly bloated and bruised. The Dread Doctor's surrounded her, raising their hands, their gloves glowing white.
There was no escape. No. Theo. "Theo!" she called, trying to wade towards him. "Theo!" Run. Run away. Please. The nine-year old Theo melted into the air, leaving the Theo she knew in its place. He blinked, his eyes not meeting her own, as he gazed down. He looked…sad.
"Theo." she said, holding out her hand to him. "It's okay. Theo-" A hand grasped her leg from below, dragging her under the water, where nothing could hear her scream.
2005
It didn't take long for tragedy to hit again. A few months later, after Theo's family had moved away, Stiles mom, Claudia died too…
It had been soon after she turned eight, when she heard about the Hale fire, which killed Talia Hale and eleven members of her family. She didn't really remember Talia Hale nor Kat…but in her own way she too found herself grieving for them.
It had been of suspicious circumstances, despite the tragedy Stiles seemed far more energetic in months since his mother passed. Eager to solve the mystery of who caused the Hale fire. She did her best to help him, following him around, her mom fondly giving them the nicknames of Sherlock and Watson. Scott of course, was Mrs Hudson. She didn't really care about solving the mystery, it was just nice to see Stiles smile again.
"Sara, Sara! Sara! Wake up! Come on, wake up! SARA!"
She never knew her powers could actually kill someone else. She never really though much about them in San Francisco. The entire event was an out of body experience that still didn't completely feel real.
Just like this.
Her eyes snapped open. She was in the hospital, sitting on the waiting room chair. The sound of hooves and horses neighing far off in the distance making her stand. She padded on the clean floors, the flickering lights and empty room, every sound making her flinch.
Above her, a loud train whistle rang out, thundering of the train against railway tracks, sending her tumbling to the floor, covering her ears, half expecting the train to run her over.
When she felt sure it had passed, she awkwardly got up moving towards the doors. Pushing them open, the harsh wind, sending leaves into her face. Like the hospital, the streets were empty too. It looked like Beacon Hills, but…it wasn't. Something about it didn't feel right.
"Sara?"
She whipped around, not believing what she was seeing. But he was here, in his striped gray and black zip-up hoodie. "Stiles." she breathed out, closing the short distance between them, hugging him tightly. "You're okay," she said, drawing back Stiles's hand still over her shoulder, holding onto her tightly.
Now that she was closer, he looked a little odd. Skin like ice and pale, like all the colour had been drained out of him. "Are you okay?" Sara asked. Stiles smiled. "Happy to see you, Sara."
There was a strange way he that too, it put her on edge. "Why?" she said, feeling his hand move up, his cold fingers on the back of her neck. This wasn't normal…
"You have no idea, who long I've been waiting to see you."
His fingers tightened on the back of her neck, pain shooting though her body, like electricity shocking her from within. She tried to run, her feet stuck fast into the sand. A loud crack of a whip rang out. Stiles had vanished from her sight.
She stumbled backwards, turning into the barrel of the gun, pressed against the forehead.
Bang.
She gasped, shooting up, pain stabbing though her chest into her abdomen. She covered her mouth, a few tears slipping out. She took a few deep breathes, trying to control herself.
PRESENT
The Dread Doctors. That was the last thing she remembered. That…and the pain. She slowly rolled up the gray shirt, revealing bloodied bandages over her abdomen. What did they do to her? She didn't feel like there was anything missing? But how was she supposed to know?
Where was she even? It looked like a room inside one of the tunnels. It was small, a bed in the corner against the wall that she was on, a metal cabinet, and a long metal slab attached to the wall with a small table in the middle a three chairs. To her left, was the doorway, that presumably led to another room.
Gathering whatever will she had left, she threw of the covers, stepping onto the cold floor. Pain rocked though her system, almost as harsh as the electricity that the Doctor's had shot her with until she blacked out. She forced herself forward every step she took making her wince in agony.
She felt like something tore inside, before she stumbled catching herself on the small table, dropping somethings onto the floor. "Shoot." she cursed. Did they hear her? Where they coming for round two? She forced herself to her feet, her blood dripping onto the floor, making a pattern. Whatever, whatever happened, she could do it, she could fight-
"You're awake." Theo said, walking though the doorway, instantly wrapping his arms around her, holding onto her trying to keep her upright. That motherf-Sara swatting his hands away. "I don't want your help." she snapped, awkwardly stumbling to the wall, sitting herself down on the floor.
Theo dropped his hands. "Fine." he said calmly, opening the metal cabinet, pulling out a large first aid kit setting it down onto the floor, before sitting down across from her.
"What are you doing?" Sara asked, scooting away from him. Theo leaned his head back against the wall. "Waiting for you to bleed out." he said calmly. Sara scoffed. Typical. "You're going to watch me die?"
"I'm going to wait, until you pass out from blood loss," Theo said, opening the first aid kit. "Since I'm sure you tore one of your stitches." he said. "You already have a pretty high fever, and you can't see to catch your breath, your heart is racing. Tachycardia. But maybe it's because of me." he said lightly, giving her a smile.
She didn't return it. Theo's grin dropped. "You're feeling dizzy right? Chest pain, I'm sure. I'd rather us not get to the stage of you vomiting out blood," he said. "Doesn't matter if I do it before or after you pass out…but one option is definitely going to be more painful. Besides, death by blood loss or tore stitches doesn't seem like the best way to go. Right?" he said lightly.
She hated that he made a point. Theo seemed to see the crack in her armor of stubbornness, easily picking her up off the floor, setting her on the small bed, before turning his attention back to the first aid kit. Setting some things out on the table, bandages, disinfectant, and some other things she couldn't quite name.
Theo bent down, his hand touching her forehead, he then held out something that against the side of her head, that made a small beep sound. "103.8." he mumbled. Her head felt heavier, her eyes beginning to droop. "Sara. Sara," he said, gently lifting up her chin. "You can sleep later, but now I need you to stay awake for a little bit."
His face came into focus, the rest of the room, becoming blurry. "Want to yell at me some more? Come on, I'm sure they're lots of complaints, questions-"
"What do you want from me, really? hm?" Sara whispered, his face was starting to get blurry too. She felt Theo's fingers gently cup her cheek. "I told you already." Theo said softly, his thumb stroking her cheek gently. "I want you."
"What is that?"
"A symbol. The symbol of an Alpha and his pack."
"Whose pack?""Scott's."
"You…killed Scott?" Sara mumbled unsurely pulling on the warm bedcovers over her shoulders, wrapping them around herself like a cocoon. Theo nodded, adjusting the dim lights near the table. ""Technically, Liam did most of the work, but I did kill Scott..for a little while anyway." he said, glancing at her. "Don't worry, he's alive. "Stiles, the Sheriff, your mom, Malia, everyone's fine." he paused, watching her shoulder's un-tense. "Well, everyone's alive. For now at least."
"So, all that planning and you got nothing. Everything seemed to work in our favour then." Sara said coyly. Theo smirked, picking up one of the tablet bottles and a bottle of water. "Who said, I'm done?" he said, sitting on the edge of the bed handing her the bottle and two of the small pills.
Sara scoffed. "You're really full of yourself, aren't you." she said, taking them. Theo shrugged. "I prefer self-confident."
"Overconfidence seems more apt." she said, taking a few sips, wincing at the taste. "This is disgusting."
"Sorry," Theo said, in the sort of way that made her wonder if he really meant it. If he actually cared. Then again, she'd fallen for kind eyes and gentle words before…she didn't know…she didn't know how to talk to him, how to act around him….how to hate him…
"You think he'll even talk to me?""You're his Beta. Doesn't he have to?"
"I don't think so, even Sara's not answering my calls.""Mine neither."
"Where would I even start? Sorry for trying to kill you? Sorry for leaving you for dead so that Theo could kill you?"
"If you start off with sorry, the rest probably won't even matter."
Liam sighed. "Sorry not going to work on her-"
"Yeah, she might kill you…"
The body slumped on the floor, the cut slashing clean though the concrete, making it sink in. Sara dropping her hand, the glow purple glow dissipating from her fingers. "Is that a zombie? Or am I hallucinating?"
"You could have taken my head off!" Corey yelled, moving away from the weird corpse on the floor. It was one crazy way to wake up. Not even a second ago, she'd been asleep in her little room, when she heard the familiar shrieks of both Hayden and Corey. She moved like lightning, to see a strangely peeling, monstrous sort of creature that looked mildly reanimated, before she…well, un-animated it. Again.
"Probably." Sara said, staggering towards the chair. She felt dizzy, the burst of energy she had to walk, vanishing with the spell. She slumped down on the rickety chair, taking in the ragtag group of Chimeras.
Hayden the only competent one, Corey, the vanishing act, Josh, the electric eel, and Tracy, the manic. It was like the Chimera Breakfast Club, dupe version.
No offense to any of them, but Theo really scraped the bottom of the barrel here, besides Hayden she didn't really see any of this going well. "You guys are a bunch of cowards, aren't you?" she said, pulling the fuzzy pink gown properly over her shoulder. Three of them had claws and fangs, and they made the half-dead girl, kill the zombie. Typical.
Tracy scoffed. "Nice outfit."
"Thanks" Sara said , not catching the sarcasm. "It's really warm and fuzzy, and I like the pockets. I could put like three test tube vials in here. See, look," she said, picking up some junk on the table, putting into her pocket. "It all fits."
"How did you do that?" Hayden said, wide-eyed, her eyes flickering between the briefly animated corpse on the floor and her. Oh that right, Hayden didn't know about her, huh…how could she have forgotten about that?
"Oh…I'm a witch?" Sara mumbled, as if reminding herself. "Yeah, I'm a witch."
Hayden blinked. "What?"
"Yeah…It…its sucks." Sara said, resting her head in her hands. "You guys don't happen to have like a mint or something, these meds taste like vomit and that smell-" she said, gesturing to the corpse on the floor. "Really isn't helping my nausea."
"You killed it…" Hayden mumbled.
"I did." Sara said, her eyes drifting to the corpse on the floor. It smelled really bad.
"That was awesome." Josh said, a wide grin on his face. The kind of grin that one had when you were given a gift you really liked. She detested that look on his face. Even more, when she remembered how nonchalant she'd been about his own death. Thinking upon it now…were they really that different?
Tracy scoffed. "Wow." she drawled. "You really think you're that much better than us, don't you?"
No.
"I think we both the answer to that." Sara said shortly, not in the mood to get into it with Tracy, the homicidal lizard. Tracy chuckled, whipping out her claws, Sara could practically see the venom hidden in them. Oh, she hated that power, she hated that feeling. Being trapped in your own body, feeling nothing but the sound of you're pounding heartbeat.
"What's the plan, Tracy? You're going to kill me?" Sara said, smuggling her fear away, putting on a face of bravado, waving her mug around. "Bring it you overgrow lizard-!"
Tracy chuckled, baring her teeth, well fangs. Fangs seemed more accurate.
"What?! No! Tracy!" Hayden shouted, making a move towards Tracy. Tracy pounced, and for a second, Sara wondered if she'd regret decided to not dodge and risk pulling her stitches again. Another was wondering how funny it would be, to hurdle a large metal table right at Tracy's stupid head.
Neither of these things occurred. Theo (seeming to materialising out of thin air) was in front of Sara, grabbing Tracy's arms,. "No. Fighting." he said calmly, releasing Tracy's arms, lightly pushing her backwards, standing in front of Sara.
Sara rolled her eyes. What a show-off.
"Sara's our guest. Be nice." Theo said, giving his chimera pack a smile. Sara made a face. Guest? Didn't he kidnap her?
Theo spoke to his pack for a few minutes, the usual. Don't be suspicious (all of them) avoid Scott's pack for now (Hayden and Corey), look out of Beast (Tracy and Josh) don't draw any unwanted attention (all of them) and don't forget to come back for their training (all of them, once again). Boring, standard stuff. He could have just sent them a text, explaining all this. Then again, he seemed to have a flair for drama. Being it and causing it.
When Theo dismissed him tiny pack, his sharp eyes locked on hers, sliding into the chair next to her. Sara took a sip of her tea. "Come to bless me with your wisdom?"
"I like the sound of that," Theo said with a smirk, setting down a bottle of tablets. Sara pouted, picking it up. "What's that, my suicide pills? Like in the movies, you mess up and you are bound by oath to take it, rather than be captured?"
"You watch too many movies. Medicine. This should help you heal faster," Theo said, Sara's face falling. "What you don't want to get better?"
Sara bit her lower lip. "I'm not sure. I don't know if I should. Not if it helps you."
Theo sighed. "You have no survival instincts, don't you."
"I'm sure you have enough for both of us." Sara chirped, taking a sip of her tea, eyeing the bottle with distaste. Theo sighed, taking the mug out of her hand, opening the bottled water. "You're right, I do."
"What? Are you going to watch me?"
"You need to take this. I can't have your wounds reopening again. You remember that? A few days ago, when you were bleeding on my floor?"
She snatched the tablet out of his hand, quickly taking it as fast as possible, gagging on the awful taste it left in her mouth. "Happy?"
"Very," Theo said, taking the bottle replacing it with a small packet in her hand. "Get some rest, okay?" he said, holding onto her hand, rubbing it with his thumb, walking out of the room. Sara sighed, glancing down at the packet in her hands.
M .
"I found some new friends. I don't take rejection well."
"Hey, Theo!"
"Stiles. You're going to leave here thinking that you need to worry about you're wrong. We're actually back on the same side. Because that thing...That's what we need to worry about. Your pack and mine. We're gonna go back to school and pretend like we're normal teenagers, but at night, we're going to be fighting for our lives.
"What is it?"
"It's not a Chimera."
"But it's just a kid underneath. Someone like us."
"Not anymore."
"La Beast of Gevaudan. That's what it is, isn't it?" Sara said quietly, her eyes flickering to the door, not wanting Tracy to hear them. Hayden nodded. "That's what Theo called it, it's a werewolf, and from what Theo and Tracy said, it's huge, fast…deadly."
"Sounds fun." Sara mumbled, pain shooting up her side, when she shifted to make more room for Hayden to sit. Hayden's eyes softened, her eyes moving towards the bandages. The bleeding had stopped mostly, but they still bled if she moved too harshly, or exerted herself too much.
"Must hurt a lot," Hayden mumbled, her eyes locked onto the bandages. Sara smiled gently. "It's alright. I'll manage."
Hayden sighed, suddenly taking Sara's hand into hers. Sara quickly drew back. "I'm sorry," she said instantly. "I'm scare I'll hurt you."
"I'm not," Hayden said firmly, gently taking her hand into hers, squeezing it tightly.
The pain slowly began to disappear. Sara watching the veins in Hayden's hands slowly turn dark.
She…she was taking her pain…but more importantly, the block, the feeling of wrong that had urged her to kill…she didn't feel it, not like before at least. Maybe because her body was so focused on healing, maybe it was the relief from the pain that she'd grown accustom too the past few days.
Maybe…it wasn't because Hayden was a Chimera. Maybe…maybe it was her?
"We need help. If Theo's got his own pack now then we need ours. We have to get the others back."
" The others? You mean Kira who's currently battling a homicidal fox spirit inside of her, Malia who isn't even speaking to either one of us, Lydia who's stuck in Eichen House, Sara who Theo kidnapped, and have no idea where he's keeping her and Liam who almost killed you?
"Also known as our sister and our best friends."
"Okay, how?""One by one."
"You can't do it." Sara mumbled, setting down the bottle of water, after she'd taken her tablets.
"Can't do what?" Theo said flipping though the pages in his book. As usual, he'd taken to watching her in his free time, giving her food, making sure she was taking her medication, like a jerk.
"Take pain, you can't do it, right?" Sara said. Theo didn't look at her, but she saw him stiffen slightly from behind. Sara scooted closer to him. "You've been trying since that day haven't you?"
She been wondering why he'd been so touchy. Holding her cheek, holding her hand, his hands staying slightly longer than normal when he checked her bandages. "You'll never be able to do it, you know."
Theo's eyes snapped to hers. "Because I'm not a real werewolf?" he hissed, the same dark look, the same nerve she'd hit the day she told him he was a coward. It seemed being a chimera was something that bothered him, despite all the perks that seemed to come along with it.
"Because to take pain from someone else, to carry their burden for them, you need to care-" Sara said softly. "And you care only care about yourself."
Theo slammed the book shut. "You really believe that? I'm the only one trying to keep you alive-!"
"To use me, for your own selfish gain!" Sara cried. "Not because you care. If you cared about me, about any of us-" she said quickly. "You wouldn't have done this."
You wouldn't have done this to me. If you cared, you wouldn't have done this to me.
"Scott, he wanted you in the pack." Sara snapped.. "You messed that up, just because you wanted power? And for what?"
"Believe it or not, I'm not the bad guy here! I did this keep you alive, because you weren't!" Theo yelled suddenly. "You think the Doctors are going to stop now? Like it or not, I'm the only chance you've got!"
I did this to keep you alive, because you weren't? Did she…actually…die? For real?
Theo took a deep breath. " Just think about that." he said quietly, picking up his book, pausing in the doorway. "I'm sorry for…shouting." he mumbled, leaving the room quietly.
She sighed, putting her head in her hands. Why…why was this so difficult for her? He betrayed them, killed Scott, manipulated everybody, fractured the entire pack…So why, why could she not hatehim? Sure she wasn't exactly fond of the guy, but….
Why, whenever she looked into his eyes, she just felt…sad? Why…even now, why did she feel like the person who needed saving the most, was Theo Raeken?
Thoughts?
Out of curiosity, who's the person you ship Sara with? Or what's your fav relationship that Sara has? Since I kinda already know what direction the story is going, I'm kinda interesting to know. Food for thought, I suppose...Thank you for all the amazing comments, favs and follows!
Till next time...