♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 thirty-six.
mr loverman.
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DALLAS FIDDLED WITH HER ACRYLIC NAILS, GLANCING UP AT THE BOYS EVERY SO OFTEN TO SCRUTINIZE THEIR MANY BAD IDEAS.
"I'm just saying-"
Stiles butted in. "Isaac, we're not going to torture her," he mumbled. Dallas noticed how he flickered his eyes to her every few seconds and only tore them away once she noticed. He ached to talk to her - about something other than the mess they were currently lodged in. Nonetheless, life didn't give them that privilege as of yet.
They bickered some more and eventually settled on the idea that Meredith was most likely a Banshee herself. After all, it made sense. The ties between her and the redhead were too long and twisted for it to be another coincidence.
Dallas didn't pay much attention anymore as her focus seemed to slip away hum by hum. The familiar siren song entered her ears and soaked up her brain. Every time she heard it, the louder it became. Surprisingly, it brought her a great deal of comfort. It helped lift the heavy weight that had embedded into her chest and stung into her heart. Well, until it was interrupted.
"They say Coup de foudre," Meredith spoke out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Stiles stumbled over his sentences in confusion. "Coupe de what?" he then turned to his girlfriend and tore her attention away from the melancholy balled that tugged at her heartstrings and brain. "What.. what is that in Spanish?"
He noticed her distracted behaviour and frowned slightly. Somehow - someway, he felt locked out from her. Unable to comfort her in ways he once easily could.
Dallas cocked her head to the side before shaking it in dismay. "That's not Spanish."
Before any of them could explain any further, Scott McCall appeared in the doorway. "French," he mumbled with wide eyes as they all lay on him. "It's French."
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"I need to make a call." James persisted to the nurse, however, she shook her head in dismay.
"I'm sorry, James, but I can't permit that. " The Woman denied. He took a glimpse at her nametag and soon identified her as Betty-Finn. She gave him an unsure look through her thin, narrowed eyes before clutching the clipboard close to her chest. "I recommend that you get more rest. I can't have you up and walking around so soon after surgery."
He took a deep inhale and readjusted his position on the bed. Jim tried to push away the sick feeling of being watched - from someone other than the doctors and nurses surrounding him, but it was harder than he expected. "Do you have a log of who comes in and out of these rooms?" he blurted out as he glanced up at her. "You know, visitors."
Betty scribbled her pen across the page as a skeptical look overtook her face. "We do, but it's optional. Why?"
The lawyer scrunched up his nose. "What do you mean 'optional'?"
She dropped her pen and gave him an unamused expression. "Meaning they don't have to sign it." Betty turned her attention back to the clipboard. "You've had people in and out of your room dropping off cards all morning. You're a popular man, Mr. Garcia."
James tore his eyes away and muttered under his breath. "Well, that's not helpful at all."
She granted him one more peculiar look before leaving his room and brushing off his paranoid behaviour. The human took another deep breath. One that stung at his abdomen and made his throat ache. That's all it was - paranoia. It wasn't the Argent's way of targeting him. It wasn't the Nogitsune cheap attempt of taunting him. It wasn't something that he needed to worry about as much as he was.
After all, it definitely wasn't his wife. That one was painfully obvious. She was dead. He had been there after they found her car in the midst of a pileup, the front window shattered and tires slashed. He remembered the faint scent of burning rubber and scorched metal. No body was pulled from the wreck, sure, but that's because they claimed there was no body to pull. Case closed.
He pushed the thoughts away focused on the mess his daughter was stuck in. His face grew bitter as he remembered the sight of her being wrapped up in the arms of a demon without even knowing it. James stood up and reached for his jacket as it draped across the chair but jumped back when he heard a voice.
"James!"
Jim flickered his eyes up from the floor and parted his lips. "Marilyn?"
Slowly but surely, his vision became blotted with black spots. The floor swayed underneath his feet and before he knew it he felt himself fall. Nurses rushed through the door and some even passed through Marie. As his eyes set upon her, he noticed how her skin glimmered unnaturally beneath the light and how hollow she seemed. Almost as if she wasn't really there at all. She tried to speak over the frantic mumbling of doctors but her whimsical tunes were eventually drowned out.
A final doctor bust through the doors which finally tore Marilyn from his view. She faded out from behind him - as did all traces of her ever being there.
And with that, James Garcia finally lost consciousness.
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Dallas ignored the commotion around her. Something she did quite frequently. It wasn't until she felt someone's hand on her shoulder did she pull away from her thoughts. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes found their way to Stiles' tired ones as he took a seat beside her. Oddly enough, as her eyes skimmed around, she didn't see Scott or Isaac. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?" Dallas mumbled to him.
"Yeah, but I've heard it enough times today." he paused. "Plus, I care more about you."
The Siren's frown faded into a minuscule smile, barely noticeable, but noticeable enough to those that mattered. She opened her mouth to speak as did he.
"Look, I-"
"Dallas, I'm-"
Both stopped immediately as they spoke over each other. Stiles tore his gaze away from her and inhaled sharply. "Sorry, you go first."
Dallas tried her best to suppress the smile that had formed on her lips and fumbled with her hands. "I'm sorry." she finally blurted out, guilt lingering on her tongue.
They both remained silent for a few moments. Each second that ticked by made Dallie's anxiety worse. It sunk deep into her chest and instead of butterflies, the girl swore she felt pirhanas in her stomach.
"What the hell are you sorry for?"
That was what made Dallas furrow her eyebrows as she looked up. Which was apparently the case for Stiles too as he stared at her with worried eyes.
She was taken aback - unsure of what to do or say. "Stiles, you heard what Void said."
"I hate that you know his name-"
"I hurt someone," she emphasised with a disgusted tone. "And I lied to you about it." Dallas leant forward and held her head in her hands. While the girl would usually label herself a good swimmer, it didn't apply to the tidal waves of the supernatural that she found herself drowning in. "You have every right to be mad at me-"
"Dallas, I put your dad in the hospital." Stiles seethed out. "Why aren't you mad at me?"
She pulled her face from her hands and directed a crazed look to him. "You think I blame you for that?"
"You don't?"
Her harsh look softened as her eyebrows knitted inwards. "Of course not." the brunette pursed her lips as she ran her hand across his. "I just missed you." she paused before swallowing hard. "Alot."
Dallas hated looking vulnerable. Which was when she felt his gaze linger on her face, she turned away and cleared her throat. "Anyway,-"
Not much more of her sentence left her mouth as Stiles placed his thumb on the tip of her jaw and guided her face back towards him, only then planting a heavy kiss on her lips. One hand dropped to her waist as the other swiped across her cheek. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers.
"You know how I feel about you." he mumbled, his lips inches from hers. Dallas could feel his breath fan on her face and smell the hints of mint. "Nothing you could ever do would ever change that. I'm here forever."
Dallas glanced down for a moment as insecurity poured in. He noticed it and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear with his free hand. "I mean it," Stiles spoke through a loving grin. One she hadn't seen in a while. "You couldn't get rid of me even if you tried."
This time, it was Dallas who grabbed ahold of his collar and buried her lips on his. The kiss was less gentle than the first as Dallas poured out all of her worry and frustration into it. Once she pulled away, she felt Stiles' thumb tug at her bottom lip. Although, before he could say anything else, they both heard Scott's bedroom door creak open.
"Hey, you guys coming?" Scott raised a brow at the two. His jacket was slung over his shoulder as his hand gripped the doorknob.
The two shared a look before turning back to the lycan. Whether they liked it or not, they had to face Void. Yet, it was comforting that they wouldn't have to do it alone - it was comforting knowing they had each other. "Yeah, we'll be right there."
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The sky darkened above Stiles' jeep. The blackened clouds cast shadows across the metal and the dim light glared down into his windshield. They had pulled up to an abandoned, beat-up building with thick gates lining it's exterior.
Dallas could tell Isaac was anxious beside her as he clambered out of the vehicle. Sure, she couldn't smell emotions like all the others, but his fidgeting and heavy breaths were obvious enough. She gave him a knowing look as she slammed the passenger door. "If it helps, Lahey," she muttered to him as she caught his attention. "You'd be a killer fur jacket."
He scoffed and rolled his eyes at her. "It doesn't, but thanks."
As they approached the gates, Dallas found herself standing beside Allison who seemed to appreciate the company. She gave her a tight-lipped smile and leant against her shoulder. Everybody was on edge. Especially since their night could easily end in endless terror.
"We've got this, guys." Scott called out to the group. None of them said it outright but in the end, they had all seen him as the leader of the group. Even if Dallas would tease him and compare him to a lost puppy, he always took the reins in times of need. That was what the group needed and what they were thankful for. "We're a pack, right? We help one of our own."
"Not when I have trouble with the math homework, though." Isaac huffed out comically. He attempted to lift everybody spirits before turning around and sliding through the gates. Allison shared a look with Dallas before rolling her eyes. Dallas snickered at it and broke out in a smile before following with the Argent by her side. Perhaps they were more alike than she thought.
"-Kira, turn around and go home." It was barely two minutes before the group faced their first foe. Noshiko Yukimura stood before them with the Oni at her side. "Take your friends with you."
Kira kept her blade by her side as she took heavy steps towards her mother. "You know I won't do that." she muttered while Stiles scrambled into the building with Scott not too far behind as they searched for Lydia.
As she drew her sword, she shared a glance with Isaac, Dallas and finally, Allison. Nodding his head, Isaac howled out as his cheeks elongated with fur and his teeth sharpened. Beside him, Dallie's canines grew and her eyes reflected the bright white of the crescent moon. Her skin gleamed underneath its light as the bumpiness of sporadical scales sat atop her diluted, bluish undertoned skin. However, nobody moved a muscle. Allison Argent rose her bow and aimed them towards Noshiko. "Call them off."
"You think you can take him alive?" The Yukimura scoffed. "You think you can save him?"
Dallas clenched her fist. "What if we can?" She then tilted her head to the side.
Noshiko turned to the Siren. "Then you're far more foolish than I thought." she mumbled. "This demon is mine to bury."
Unusually, the Oni disappeared into a fit of smoke. The Yukimura furrowed her eyebrows and pulled the dying firefly from her pocket and flickered her eyes up.
"You know what that means, don't you?" A voice taunted from behind them as it soaked up their attention like a parasite. "There's been a change in ownership."
Dallas swallowed hard and when she turned her head, she met eyes with Void who stood before the Oni. His face fell into a smug smirk as he tilted his head to the side. "Now they belong to me."
The Oni charged forward, their eyes a pool of black mass and weapons aimed high. Some ran straight past Dallas as Void inched closer and taunted her. "You're just delaying the inevitable, Dallie."
Dallas heard a large piece of metal gate rip from the fencing and as she turned her head, she met eyes with Isaac Lahey who threw it her way. She caught it mid-air and twirled it between her fingers. She was unsure about how exactly she would fend him off - or how a limp piece of metal would help but she didn't have time to worry about it. After all, there was little difference between that and a spirit stick. Atleast she hoped it would be.
Once he noticed her silence he circled around her. "Don't tell me you've gone all soft on me."
Her face soured and she aimed the edge of the scrap metal against his leg but stumbled backwards as he grabbed the edges and pushed it against her throat. Her back slammed against his chest as she struggled to relieve the pressure of the cold fence piece against her neck. "You think Stiles has any idea of how to handle someone like you?" he seethed, his lips positioned against her ear, "I do. You're like me. I could teach you so many tricks." he smirked.
"Keep your tricks to yourself." she spat before breaking free from his hold and increasing the space between them. The broken fence piece clattered to the floor which Void cocked his head at. He lifted it from the dusted gravel as Dallas reached for it and as both hands lay on the scrap metal, a shock of painful electricity shot up her arm.
Her ankles buckled and she fell backwards onto the floor while cradling her hand. The screeching of metal echoed in her ears as Void's eyes bore into hers. It crumpled underneath his strength until the makeshift weapon was nothing but dust in his hand.
Inside the building, the duo had finally found Lydia, but she didn't seem as ecstatic to see them as they were her. "Lydia!" Scott called out and wrapped his hands around the metal bars of the door. "Lydia, we're here for you."
She stood motionless but with wide eyes. "You weren't supposed to be here. You didn't get my message?"
Scott furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward. "Lydia, what's happening?"
The Banshee ignored his questions and instead answered them with a few of her own. "Who else is here? Who came with you?"
Meanwhile, Isaac Lahey let out a heavy cough as his chest came in contact with the harsh gravel. The Oni beat him to the floor but as it attempted to take another hit, Allison blocked it with her bow. She positioned the edge of her metal bow beside his jaw and sent another jab his way until he fell to the dusted floor.
As Void became distracted, Dallas scrambled up from the floor and attempted to send a punch into his jaw but her hand only ended up into his tight grasp as he crushed it underneath his grip. His veins blackened as he took the majority of her pain but her low hissing hinted that some of it still remained. "Your boyfriends weak." he jeered. "He's dying." the Demon taunted some more. "What use is he to you if he's dead?"
"Well, you could always eat him. That's one use."
Dallas squirmed and grit her teeth. "That was actually my plan for you."
He gave her a dashing smile as the darkness engulfed them and it poured over their feet. "You already know what I taste like." he lingered his lips above hers but she pulled away and used her free hand to send another punch his way.
Back inside, Stiles found it hard to breathe as he raced outside. So much so, that he leant against the wall and pressed his hand against his ribs. "Lydia." he spoke out to the banshee who immediately came to his aid. "Lydia, I can't.." She glanced up to warn Scott, but he was miles down the hall already.
"I don't need to keep you alive, Dallas." he warned as he wiped the blood from his lower lip. "I mean, Peter didn't." the demon snickered as blood trickled from his nose. "Better yet, I don't have to keep anyone alive."
Isaac Lahey felt to his knees as the whips and blades of the Oni thrashed against his skin. Painful cries arose from his throat and entered Alison's ears. She tried to control her anxious jitters and positioned another arrow towards the warrior.
She took a deep breath in and felt the soft rope underneath her fingers before releasing the arrow. It swirled through the air and finally took refuge in the stomach of the Oni.
However, a certain warmth had entered Allison's. A sticky, wet liquid spread out across her shirt and as she glanced down, the glimmering sword reflected back at her.
Her chest tightened and her throat soon clotted with blood until she fell back into the arms of her first lover. Void disappeared from in front of Dallas while she watched one of her oldest friends die on the dusty gravel. Soon enough, the screeching banshee call echoed out through the night as it became laced with only seven letters.
Allison.
The oni disappeared one by one until it was just the small group of friends remaining. Allison lay against the werewolf's knees as his eyes grew teary and his breathing erratic. "Allison," he sobbed out.
"Did you find her?" Allison spoke out through the blood. "Is she okay? Is Lydia safe?"
He stroked his hand against her face and nodded drearily. "She's okay, yeah."
Scott attempted to take some of her pain but his veins remained clear. "I can't.. Allison," he desperately choked out. "I can't take your pain." he clutched her bloodied hand.
"It's because it doesn't hurt." she whimpered out glumly as she stared at the stars above. A tear slipped from her eye as she noticed his panicking. "It's okay." Ally sobbed out. "It's perfect."
Scott squoze her dying body and held her against his chest. "I'm in the arms of my first love." The Argent hummed out. "The first person I loved. The person I'll always love." she paused. "I love you, Scott."
The Alphas face became blotted with tears as he watched the life drain from her eyes. "Please.. please don't." he shook at her body. "Allison, don't."
"You have to tell my dad." her voice was dangerously low as the oxygen deflated from her lungs. "Make sure you tell him." the huntress' voice continued to shake as her heart took its final beats.
And with that, her eyes closed for the final time.
"No!"
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A/N: those of u who cheered this on in the earlier comments what do u have to say for yourselves