DANGEROUS LIAISONS ◦ STILINSKI [2]

twenty two; tasting ashes

TASTING ASHES

​It had taken a total of ten minutes for Carter and Scott to pull into the McCall's driveway after leaving a very angry Ethan and Aiden in the high school's parking lot. They knew that the twins needed to keep themselves out of the line-of-fire; they weren't going to do it willingly, so Carter had taken that choice away from them by simply pulling their sparkplugs out of their motorcycles.
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The brunette followed after the teen Alpha, shutting the door behind her before locking it, knowing that it wouldn't do much in protecting them until Melissa got there but it seemed to ease her nerves a bit. And seeing that neither Scott nor Carter were human, they needed Melissa to seal the Mountain Ash barrier between them and the awaiting hooded figures. Meaning that they can use it to keep things out, and, also keep themselves in.
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Carter's cheeks hallowed out as she released a shaky breath, her abnormal heart hammered against her ribcage as she awaited the dreaded nightfall. She risked a glanced toward the clock, heart lurching when the time read that it had been merely four-thirty.

​"We're running out of time," Carter announced, rubbing her palms together nervously as Scott tossed his backpack to the floor in the kitchen.
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"I know," Scott agreed. "But Allison, her dad and Isaac are working on something that could help." He quickly made his way through the primary level of the house, making sure that all of the doors and windows were confidently and securely locked.

​"When did your mom say she was going to get here?"
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The True Alpha could hear how fast her heart was racing inside her chest; each supernatural flutter was violent and quick. It sounding like it was going to fly right out of her chest cavity at any given moment.

​"Soon," Scott vaguely answered, taking a step toward her while Carter rolled her neck and shoulders, unable to fight off the heat-waves along with the pulsing anxiety that surged through her muscles every other second.
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The only thing she was coherently capable of thinking about was the fact that there were only two ways the events of that night were going to play out. The first one being that Scott was going to be the one with a long-black sword through his chest, leaving Carter to experience his death in the most excruciating way possible. The next one ending with Carter having said sword thrust through her chest - in all honestly, she would prefer the latter of the two.
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Carter couldn't help but notice the swirling feeling down deep in the pit of her stomach and the blinding pressure building up at the base of her skull; the two feelings screaming at her, warning her that whatever was going to happen was her fault.
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She closed her eyes, allowing the darkness to sweep over her irises. Her pounding heart slowly ceased as everything around her stilled; little did she know that the entirety of her surroundings had halted, being frozen in time as she peered into the inky black behind her eyelids - subconsciously allowing her mind and soul to dive into the once was.
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A flash of heat shot down her spine, feeling her hands being unconsciously brought together before being bound by the wrists, the coarse material rubbing the skin of her wrists raw. Carter tried to break free of the bindings, only causing the rope-like restraints to rub ferociously against her skin while another feeling sparked up on her body. Hands - several sets of hands were gripping at her, harshly wrapping their calloused fingers around her biceps before they began to pull her forward.
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Unknown voices shouted in her ears, their foreign language making it hard for Carter to understand what was happening while the strangers drug her through unmarked lands. She couldn't tell where she was - she couldn't open her eyes, no matter how hard she tried - but, she immediately knew that they were dragging her through some sort of forest. The smell of the musty air and the familiar scent of damp wood filled her nostrils, her body going limp in the hands of her invisible captors as her feet trailed lifelessly across the terrain.
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After, what felt like hours, Carter felt her body being thrown forward before colliding roughly against the thick trunk of a tree; a cry of pain escaped her lips while she situated herself properly with her back resting against the trunk. Her ankles were harshly bound to one another in the exact same fashion as her wrists had been.
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Voices sparked around her, some were whispering amongst themselves while others whooped and hollered like capturing her had been some sort of sick celebration. A deep manly voice suddenly shouted out, quieting the others as he approached the blindly aware prisoner. He stared at her face, a feeling of disgust settling in his stomach as he pressed the ritual-blade against her sleek neck.
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With one final cry of victory he flicked his wrist, the sharpened edge of the blade slicing through her flesh like butter. She gurgled, blood spurting out of her throat as she pathetically tried to breathe through the slit carved into her airway. Her supernatural blood stained the smooth bark on the enormous tree, sparking its untapped powers as the inanimate object soaked in every ounce of blood from the girl - craving the power the crimson liquid possessed.
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The Were-Pheanix's eyes shot open, finding herself in the familiar kitchen of Scott and Melissa McCall's house; not a single thing had changed since she closed her eyes as everything slowly fell back into sync with the rotating of the planet. The numbness, that had inhabited her body while she had been delving into the depths of her subconscious, quickly dissipated and her senses flooded back into her system.