♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 forty-six
its a dangerous game
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HIGH SCHOOLERS PUSHED THEIR WAY PAST DALLAS CARRYING ALL TYPES OF ALCOHOL, TYPICALLY THE STRONGEST, AND POURED INTO THE LAKEHOUSE.
She let out a slight wince as Lydia jumped back into the room and widened her eyes at the many teenagers. Sharing a look of dread, the Banshee knew it was up to her to entertain them.
Dallas however, took more time to listen to the echoey voice through the phone. "Dallas? Hello?" Marilyn spoke out with a panicked tone. "Are you there?"
"Yeah, yeah." she swallowed. "I'm turning and I'm fresh out of pills. I don't know if I can control it." the girl took a step outside the lakehouse. "I don't want to hurt anybody."
There was a great silence that reigned over them for a few moments. "Where are you now?"
"At a party," she scoffed at her poor timing. "Lydia's lakehouse."
Marilyn, who was still in the passenger seat of Derek Hale's car, glanced out the window at the harsh darkness and inhaled sharply. "I'm coming to you-"
"You can't. You're dead." Dallas hissed back with a little too much aggression than usual. Each breath caused a sharp pain to erupt in her chest while her skin became cold to the touch.
The full moon shone brightly from behind the dusted clouds as its light scattered over the soft waves of the lake. "You said lakehouse, right?" Marie frowned idly. "Dallas, you need to go in the water."
The siren's eyes widened. "No, that's the complete opposite of what I need to do!" the Garcia crumbled. "If I do that, I'm gonna hurt somebody-"
"And if you don't, you're gonna hurt somebody." she sat up. "Dallas, listen to me, you're safer in the water. It's apart of who you are. The water is your closest friend, at times, and others, your worst enemy. But it doesn't matter which because it will always be the one to catch you regardless."
"I can't," Dallas mumbled as she set eyes on the waves. The feeling of the rough sand returned to her skin and the thick blood that once coated her throat made it hard to speak. She had been in the water once - and because of it, she was the only one to return.
Whether she wanted to admit it or not, she was one with the sea. She held seafoam in her veins, thunderous waves in her soul. Her mind a barren shore once, but a flooded tempest the next. Delicate, calm and infinite; but also destructive, powerful and feared. - she was the embodiment of the storm.
She was the chaos of the sea.
"You have to."
The water will always be the one to catch you regardless.
As the music echoed behind her and the moonlight glittered down on her skin, her mother's words became louder. "Stop refusing it and it will bend to your will."
Her hands instinctively cradled the scales that climbed higher on her skin. "I didn't ask you out of love for you, you know." she took a few steps so she was hidden from sight, yet still at the edge of the docks as she stared down at her deep reflection in the murky water. "I did it out of fear of myself."
"I know."
The phone dropped from her hand and clattered to the wood below. Before the line dropped, the loud crashing of water and swaying waves erupted through the night. Dallas was gone - and so was the siren.
Stiles pushed his way through the party as he searched for his girlfriend. He and Lydia took turns in aiding the were-coyote and it seemed like the siren's absence greatly affected Malia. "Malia's controlling it, slowly but surely-" Once he reached the front yard, he furrowed his eyebrows at the emptiness.
No response came. Immense worry clouded his gut. He scattered his eyes across the yard for his beloved, however, all traces of her ever being there had disappeared - all but one. "Hello?"
Pulling his phone out of his pocket and clicking on her name that had been graffitied with emoticon hearts, he tried to control his shaky breath at the slow ringing.
He didn't like the fact of her being alone at all. Never mind during a full moon.
The faint buzzing caught his attention and he inched closer towards the docks. With suspenseful steps, he watched as the phone lit up the darkness of the waves that swayed around it. Stiles picked it up from the floor and gazed out to the vast lake that stretched out miles upon miles. "Dallas?"
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Embracing the chaos of the sea was hard to do. After all, in a world where control was the only thing she truly had, why would she let go?
As it wrapped around her skin and stroked its cold hands against her waist, it simultaneously pulled her down and attempted to smother her beneath its depths. Whether it was an act of love or vengeance, the ocean did not know her too well.
However, it embraced her so. It gifted life into her lungs and soothed her fiery skin with its harsh saltwater. When she delved deeper into the water, it became so much more than itself. The way it parted it waves for her and helped chip away the skin that covered her scales proved that it was a being in itself.
Not a monstrous one with sharp teeth, claws and a long tail.
But a being with soul and consciousness. A being that cradled those who called it home.
Her legs stitched together in a symphony of scales and fins while she glid through it. The darkness of the deep lake didn't bother her so much anymore. It was rather comforting. Like piercing eyes that watched her every move with protection and pride.
Control wasn't what she needed. She needed to let go.
The water will always be the one to catch you regardless.
Her head popped up from the surface and breathed in the sharp air. Lighting up the water around her, the moonlight soaked into her skin and mimicked the bright, cold stone that her eyes had become.
"I've heard the water can be freezing at this time of year."
Her head snapped to the muddy shore as the woman's voice bounced from the waves. Taking a good look at her, she seemed somewhat familiar, but she couldn't seem to place her finger on it. Pushing the dark, short blonde hair from across her shoulder, the woman drew closer with glamour in her step.
"It doesn't bother me," Dallas mumbled out as she kept her eyes trained on the woman. She was thankful for the darkness of the lake as it covered her from peering stares.
She hummed. "I didn't think it would." The woman gave her a peculiar look. "I'm new in town. Virginia."
"Town Centre is that way." Dallas pointed behind the woman and pushed the hair from her face as the water continued to seep around her legs.
"Thanks." she turned to leave but stopped mid-tracks. "The trick is to keep the face above water. It helps keep you afloat."
She then turned to leave once more but the way the water swayed towards her - almost welcoming her in and craving her touch - made Dallas knit her eyebrows together. "Who are you, out of curiosity?"
Her head bent back around and a small smirk tugged at her glossed lips. "I'm Sybil."
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Dallas pulled herself up to the docks as she saw Stiles Stilinski pace back and forth in front of the lakehouse. He'd been searching for her for the past hour. Once he heard the splashing from afar, though, his worries diminished.
"Where the hell have you been?" he let out an exasperated sigh as he dropped to the mossy wood. With her head barely out of water, Dallas seemed to be in a panicked state. "Whats.. what's wrong?" he breathed out. "Why are you in the water?"
Dallas stared up at him from underneath his slouched position on the docks. "I couldn't control it." she paused. "And I think I just met my mom's sister."
With a faint nod, but barely any understanding, Stiles lay his hands on her cold skin and attempted to help her up from the water but she budged. "Come on,"
"No, I can't." she glanced down. "Not like this."
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and lingered his eyes to where hers lay. Instead of the dim reflection of her legs underneath the water, a long fishtail delved deep beneath her waist. "Holy shit." he seemed rather in awe until his expression faltered. "Why didn't you say anything? I've been out of my mind. I thought you bailed on me."
"I'd never bail on you." Dallas frowned. "I'm just not a priority. I know that. I had to help myself."
"-Of course you're a priority, are you insane? You're my priority. You don't need to ask for help. I don't want to see the person I love suffer."
Dallas felt small under his gaze. "That's why I did it."
She raised a brow. "That's why you did what?"
"That's why I told Scott. Physically, I can't protect you. Not like you can." he avoided her look. "I couldn't protect you from Peter. You throw yourself into these dangerous situations like it's nothing, but it's not nothing, it kills me every single time to think back to those brief days that you weren't in my life." he paused. "So, all I can do is protect you emotionally. Maybe I'm not super strong and some were-whatever. But even if it's just protecting you from judgement or overwhelming yourself, it works for me. Even if that's just making you feel a little better sometimes."
Dallie's look softened. She never considered why he did it. Just became engulfed in the anger of the fact that he had. "You don't need to-"
"Protect you, yeah, I know." Stiles dropped his head. "But it's the only thing I can offer you. It's all I've ever wanted to do."
Stiles barely finished his sentence before Dallies leant forward and grabbed the back of his neck and placed her lips on his. While they tasted like saltwater and watermelon lipgloss, Stiles didn't mind drowning in them. Even if they were the same ones that sprouted harsh words and tore her enemies apart, they were still her. And he loved all parts of her. The good and the bad.
His hand caught in her wet hair as the scales slowly subdued back into her skin. Her tail, which the water swirled around and climbed up to her the ends of her hair before sitting atop the boy's hand, gradually split apart and faded back into human legs.
It's true, she was the chaos of the sea.
But like the sea that pushed sailors across its vast wasteland and opened up its many secrets through treasure, caves and lost civilizations, it always held an anchor close to its heart.
Stiles Stilinski was her anchor.
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Marilyn Garcia lay against the car of Derek Hale. He had been inside the Sheriff's office for too many hours to count. Eventually, the woman decided fresh air was needed and attempted to reach her daughter.
However, the line fell dead.
The ocean was her friend. She hoped it would treat her family well.
Her instincts picked up as footsteps grew near. If she were human she probably wouldn't have noticed them, but the shadow that poured across the floor and the sweet, familiar humming caught her attention.
Her heart thumped wildly in her chest and she frantically scattered her eyes to her surroundings. Whoever was after Peter surely wouldn't be after her, right? If so, would they be after Dallas too?
Those questions didn't remain answered for very long as she felt a presence draw near from underneath the lampost and raise their face to the light.
It couldn't be.
Sybil connected eyes with Marilyn and stood directly underneath the bright shine of the full moon. A long-awaited smile tugged at her honeydew lips and her eyes grew bright in the darkness of Beacon Hills.
"Hey, Sis."
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a/n: I was going to do a gender swap of damon's iconic 'hello brother' but she sounded too much like james charles so sis it is