the unknown ↠ stiles stilinski¹✓ (REWRITTEN)

twenty-one

"Long story short, Mrs. Blake is the darach and took Deaton and my Dad." Stiles's voice was firm and determined, enough to possibly convince the man before him. Even though his situation was worsening by the minute, his face was straight and forward.

"I—" Just as he was about to respond, the two werewolves in the room both stopped and went silent. The other non-werewolves around were confused, left out of what was happening.

Olivia just thought she lost her hearing again and started to look around.

"Someone's here." Scott said. "It's her." he turned to the Hale, "Whether you believe us or not, she came here. That means she knows we're either here or have been here. It's up to you to make the decision." and then they bolted behind pillars a fair amount away from the man who was left alone in the middle of his barking, plain gray loft.

All three of them were hidden in the shadows of the building, silently waiting for the greatest one women show to begin.

The doors opened and the sound of her heels tapping rapidly against the cement floor bounced around the large empty area. Not even a minute after coming in, the water works began. It was horrific how well the tears fell and voice shook as she explained absolute bullshit to Derek who was standing silently, emotionless face on display as always. Between the made up stories and fake tears, Olivia could barely stand to see it, much less hear it.

After listening to such pathetic excuses, "They're already here aren't they?" That whiney, feminine voice was replaced with a venomous tone. Derek still hadn't said a single thing since she arrived, only remaining silent.

Scott was the first to step out into the light, visible to Mrs. Blake. She rolled her eyes at the boy, then turning to Derek. "So, they told you it was me. That I was the one taking people."

Scott quickly corrected her, "We told him you're the one killing people."

"What? I'm cutting throats? Yeah, I probably do that in my lunch hour." she chuckled.

"No, you did it after hours." Olivia then pointed to her neck as evidence. There was a dark bruise starting to form in the shape of a small line. Anyone could see it if they looked hard enough, it was ample to be undeniable.

She just sneered in response.

"Where's my dad?"

Olivia looked over right in time to see a small tear escape Stiles's eye. Her heart was instantly hugged tight, almost suffocated. She couldn't help but feel mostly at blame. She was there, she could have done something to prevent his dad being taken.

"How should I know?" Olivia burned holes in the woman's head as she lied effortlessly. Mrs.Blake turned back to Derek who was still stolic. "Derek, don't tell me you believe this?"

"Do you know what happened to Stiles's dad?" He asked simply.

Without any hesitation, she responded by shaking her head, "No."

Olivia was boiling with rage, almost at her tipping point. Just why was she acting like she didn't just try to kill her, like, an hour ago?

"Ask her why she tried to kill Lydia." he then tilted his head over to Olivia. "Also, Olivia...multiple times." Stiles added.

"Lydia Martin? And you?" Mrs.Blake turned to look at the brunette. "I don't know anything about that." she innocently pleaded.

"Can you just cut the bullshit?" Olivia spoke up. "This pathetic act isn't going to go on forever, it's pitiful to see you spew nonsense that doesn't even make sense! Where is this even getting you? Nowhere. So, just stop digging your own grave and own up to your fucking actions." By the time she was finished, her hand was balled tightly in a fist that could crack her knuckles by the force alone. It was infuriating hearing whatever fell out of her the woman's mouth, and she just snapped.

Mrs. Blake burned holes in her head, looking as if she had a gun and was about to pull the trigger, aiming directly for her head. It seemed Olivia had touched a nerve because she looked to be more agitated than she was before, she slightly twitched, fingers fidgeting — good.

"So, let's say you are correct. What would I gain by killing you? Or Lydia? You can't even prove I'm this mythical being you've created inside your little heads." The fragile, crying woman was long gone by now, replaced with nothing but spite.

Lightning and thunder shook the building. It then occurred to Olivia that Mrs. Blake never really revealed why she wanted her dead, well, what she could remember at least. But they could prove it. "One last chance to own up to your actions, at least take pride in your doings." she urged.

Nothing.

Olivia sighed, gesturing over to Scott who then nodded. "What if we can? Prove it, I mean." He pulled out a brown bottle and brought it up to his eye.

"What is that?" Her face didn't move but her eyes were full of fear.

"You know damn well what it is." Stiles said in a low tone, him too sick of this extended argument.

"Mistletoe." She said distastefully.

Scott opened the glass bottle and threw it on the psycho woman who didn't even bother running away, knowing her time and gig was up. She wailed and screamed as the dust hit her skin. Olivia saw a horrific figure through all the smoke and dust, the one she also saw at the motel, coincidentally enough. The bitch was everywhere. Her face was slashed apart, eye's were white as light. Derek took a step back and so did the trio, all astounded at the natural form coming onto display.

Blake tried to get away as soon as the dust cloud disappeared, but Derek grabbed her by her throat and held her up in the air. He extended his claws ignoring the pleas of the woman. The three teens stood there watching the scene unfold before them. "Derek, you need me." She pleaded, but they went unheard.

"What are you?" He seethed through his gritted teeth.

With his hands still around her throat she tried to speak "I'm the only one that can save your sister. Call Peter.'' Derek pulled out his phone and quickly, with one hand still gripped around her throat, dialed Peter's number. His eye is still trained on Blake, he ended the call with a more angered face. He squeezed Blakes throat even more.

"Derek, you can't do this." Scott inserted.

"Her life is in my hands." Blake grunted.

Stiles walked forward, "Stop, Derek, stop!"

Blake looked over at him with a slight smile. "Stilinski, you'll never find him." Stiles' eyes were filled with tears threatening to spill.

Scott moved forward, "Derek." His voice was stern, but the man didn't listen, still tightening his grip on the woman.

"Derek." Olivia's voice was harsh and he paused for a minute, then dropped her onto the cold, hard ground.

Mrs.Blake wailed out in pain but no one went to the bitch's side, just letting her gravel in the ground trying to catch her breath.

"That's right. You need me. All of you."

Olivia sat uncomfortably in the back of the rusty old jeep while Stiles talked about how he felt that Blake still had them in the palm of her hand, playing with them until she was bored. Olivia felt like a piece of shit but she also felt a tugging in her stomach, a feeling that was trying to tell her something was wrong yet she shook it off. The only thing wrong is my head. She told herself.

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Rewrite note: This is the shortest chapter known to man.

Literally was less than 1000 words when I first started to edit it.

stiles and olivia are my standards. and like mrs. blake needs to shut up because she just talks shit but never does anything. like she tried to murder one girl but never succeed like take a lap???