♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 forty-seven
dead pool.
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"SYBIL?"
Marilyn Garcia's voice wavered and her eyes remained trained on the woman who stood underneath the dim light. Her hair was slightly wet at the edges and her leather jacket clutched to her skin.
A slight smirk tugged at her lips as she stepped forward. A ghosted sisterly look clouded her expression until she spoke once more. Her voice had deepened over the years and with the tall figure staring back, was no longer the innocent girl she had once met on the island.
"Marilyn," she replied coyly. "I was afraid you wouldn't recognise me."
A gut-wrenching ache rattled Marie's bones. When one siren stepped forward, the other stepped back. Her hand dropped to the handle of Derek's car and immediately grasped the attention of her sister. "What are you doing here?"
A threatening glint bounced from her eyes. "I wanted to see my sister." she frowned idly. "And.. you know, meet my infamous niece."
"You stay away from Dallas-" Marilyn's voice held a warning tone.
"I can't believe you got married," Sybil spoke over her sister. "A puny, stupid little man-thing takes up all your time now." Her tone was rather bored. "You deserted us for a man. You deserted me." It soon became distorted to a more hurtful one, her voice cracking a tad.
"You expected me to stay?" She croaked. "Seline fed us human flesh, Sybil. She was a monster."
"Then what does that make you?"
A reign of silence fell over the two. "I wanted to reunite us, you know. To fix what you broke." her voice was accusing and sour. "But you're not gonna come back, are you?"
Shuffling echoed in the distance but her eyes were stuck on Sybil who lifted her head from the floor. "I'm not leaving Dallas. Not again."
A heavy sigh left the siren's mouth. "I was hoping this would go a different way. That I could bring back something hopeful to Seline.. but you haven't changed. Not one bit."
"Boys," Her voice echoed out the shadows. A figure emerged from it with scruffy dark hair and leather-clad shoulders. He was slightly taller than her and seemed to be trapped under some type of enchantment. Another figure approached. His hair was a similar brown but shorter and had slight stubble stretching across his top lip. He too, under her spell.
They both approached her as Sybil clapped excitedly along. Marilyn took a step back with a harsh hiss. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Well, duh." Sybil slouched her shoulders. "If I can't have you, may as well have the next best thing."
The two vampires gripped the woman's shoulders and using their strength, restrained her struggling. "You know what happens when you get bit by a snake?" The siren mocked. "You suck out the venom."
"Now, I've had my fair share of venom over the years. Sometimes to remove the venom, you've gotta remove the dead weight." she took a step forward. "Nobody in town is gonna bat an eye to the missing dead woman, right Damon?"
"Right." He responded almost robotically.
"You don't have the guts to kill me." Marilyn hissed.
"You're right." She frowned. "Call it sentimental value, but I don't want you dead. After all, it's pretty difficult to kill us sirens anyway."
Enzo's nails dug into Marilyn's shoulders as she thrashed out. "But after all, it's not uncommon for you to pick up and bail." she laughed out. "Maybe it can be our bonding moment. I'll have the sister I always deserved."
"Get rid of her."
"Wait!" She called out as she attempted to flee from the men's grasp furthermore. "Sybil, listen to me!"
"I said go!" Sybil snapped to the boys who sped from her view. Within moments, the trio had disappeared from view and as did all traces of Marilyn Garcia. Stepping back out of the light, the Siren felt a smile prick her lips.
Seline, Sybil and Dallas.
That was it. That was the missing piece. A child born through the curse. She was more powerful than she led on.
One parent down - one to go.
Stepping out from the Sheriff's station, Sybil scrunched up her nose at the smell of wet dog and coiled back. Derek Hale rolled back his shoulders and approached his cars until he suspiciously glanced around the empty parking lot.
He could sense something was.. off.
Eyes flickering to the empty seat, Derek finally dropped his hands to his sides. "Marie?" he called out. "Marilyn?"
Make it two to go.
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Lydia Martin sat in front of the computer idly. Somehow, the coded text called to her. The only decipherable part was the password section - which remained empty.
With Dallas Garcia clutching her anchor on the docks, Scott McCall chasing down his protegee through the woods and Kira Yukimura cooing the were-coyote through her transformation, Lydia's light fingertips seemed to echo furiously through the night.
They lingered above the keyboard as the words leapt from her clouded mind. She typed in the password with a tight breath.
Allison.
Each letter seemed to decode one by one and a list of names stared back with numbers sat close by.
SEAN WALCOTT - 250
DAVID WALCOTT - 250
CHRISTINA WALCOTT - 250
LYDIA MARTIN - 20
SCOTT MCCALL - 25
DEREK HALE - 15
KIRA YUKIMURA - 6
DALLAS GARCIA - 28
"Is this?.." Lydia trailed off. It was a list of supernatural in Beacon Hills. It was no ordinary list, though. This was a dead pool.
And they were all on it. And Dallas and Scott came in dangerously close at high ranking numbers.
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Stiles Stilinski stood before his poster board. With sticky red tape hanging from his fingers, he spoke aloud. "So, the Walcott's were the first. Atleast, the first that we know about."
He stuck more tape to the board to keep up the photos and to arrange the ties. "Four murders. Sean, his brother and their parents." he paused. "They were killed by a professional assassin called The Mute."
"Weapon of choice, a military tomahawk. But then The Mute was killed by Peter Hale." he traced his fingers to a sketched photograph of the assassin. "After he tried to blow up Derek with a Claymore mine.."
Stiles added a new image. "Next was Demarco. He delivered a keg to the party at Lydia's lake house... and got decapitated outside his car."
Stiles kept a puzzled look to his face. "And then.. last night, 23-year-old Carrie Hudson."
He then turned to his father as Scott stood beside him. The werewolf passed the Sheriff the printed version. "It's a dead pool. A hit list of supernatural creatures. This is only part of it."
Glancing down at the paper, Sheriff Stilinski swallowed dryly. "The rest still has to be decoded." Scott added on.
"Who found this list?"
"Lydia."
"How?" Noah peered.
"She wrote it." Stiles explained with the waving of his arms. "Actually, she transcribed it without realising it."
Noah struggled to keep up. "Banshee?"
"Banshee."
Lydia had been at the lake house all weekend. Despite Dallie's persisting - Kira's persisting.. god, even Malia tried to coax her out at one point - she wouldn't move. Allison's name broke some of the list. Her name was a cipher key. There must be more. There must be two more. But which names? That question never left her mind.
Derek Hale sat at his own computer, deciphering what exactly the numbers meant - or so, how much they meant.
Adding Ks and Ms next to the pack's name, a large huff left his mouth. It wasn't until Dallie's name popped up did he pause. 28K.
Underneath the piles of money, there had to be a benefactor. But again, who? And more importantly, would they dare to come after Dallas?
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The youngest Siren, however, was filled up with glee. Beacon Hills High Lacrosse wasn't as hard as it looked. Or was it that she just made it look easy?
Either way, she wasn't the only one to join. Both Malia and Kira were at her side and practically pulling her by the arms as she struggled. They all wore matching jerseys. Dallie's however, was slightly tucked into a knot at her side. She had a red bandana keeping the hair from falling in her face as she shook it in dismay. "I can't.. I can't!"
Malia gave her a stern look. "Dallas, stop being dramatic."
"I can't!"
Kira shared a knowing look with Malia. "I mean it, what if I make a huge fool of myself? I'd have to eat everyone here cause I'm not living through that!" she noticed Malia's anxious expression and passed her mid-life crisis. "Wait, what's up with you?"
"What's up with you?" Malia deflected the question. "I thought you didn't care about what anyone thought?"
"What? I can't have a moment of insecurity every now and then?" she nudged Kira who narrowed her eyes at Malia. With a tender silence, Dallas nodded along. "Is this about that stupid list? I wanna crumple that up and throw their stupid face. Could've at least given me an even number." she soured.
She furrowed her eyebrows and nodded along. "Well, obviously. If someone's coming to take my head off, then yeah, I'd like to know."
Dallas pursed her lips. "I think it'd be a nice surprise." she cocked her head. "A moment to let out all that teen-angst and lycanthrope rage?" she watched Kira raise a brow.
"Dallas, you're on the list too. Aren't you a little bit worried?"
She snickered. "I've had a target on my back since last summer. At least now I know what I'm ranking in at." Dallas let out an exasperated chuckle as Kira rolled her eyes. "I'm serious, let them try. You guys don't understand how much I.. hold back. It'd be nice to just sit back and let nature take its course, that's all. Not worry about the moral repercussions for once."
Dallas glanced down at her phone. She had tried to call her mother throughout the day to thank her for her help - as angry as she still was - but every call went to voicemail.
Her grin started to fade. For a woman who was so intent about fixing their relationship, she soon grew quiet. Did she even really care at all?
"You eat people, Dallie. You're not some butterfly in a cocoon." Malia hummed before the siren nudged her in the shoulder and pushed her insecure thoughts away.
"You never know, this shit might surprise you."
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Marilyn Garcia's eyes winced at the bright lights around her. She lifted her head only to meet the gaze of the two men that stole her in the first place. They seemed to be in quite the scuffle. One shouting the other's name in a low pitch.
"She has us running around like dogs, Damon!"
"What you gonna do? File a complaint to Ursula? There's nothing we can do."
She flickered her eyes from outside her cell and spun her head towards the swaying of the water In the middle of the room. They were kept in some kind of storage unit. Not one Marilyn recognised, sadly.
"Hello?" Marie lifted herself from the floor and leapt to the bars. "I don't know who you are, but if you knew what was good for you, you'd let me out of this goddamn cage."
One tried to ignore her, but the other slipped up a bit. "I can't." He spoke with a thick accent. "It's not up to me."
Marilyn couldn't live knowing Dallas might've thought she abandoned her. Not again. She attempted to pull at the bars but the boys drew closer. Pulling out a large metal two-pinged fork and slamming it against the cage, Enzo watched as the woman coiled into herself. It was daunting knowing they had the one weapon to break free from Sybils grasp in their palms, yet could only use it against the one Siren who never gave them any harm.
Fuck Sybil and her psychic power.
A mind-splitting headache powered out through the siren's brain and caused her to fall backwards. She clutched her head in pain and let out laboured breaths in a state of distress. A buzzing noise echoed around her cell as ran her hands across the cold floor with both vampires watching her every move.
With her brain on fire and her mind struggling to cope, Marilyn muttered out.
"Who the hell are you people?"
They shared a look. Sybil never said they couldn't tell.
"Enzo St John." One swallowed as his hand wrapped around the fork. "And that's Damon Salvatore... and It looks like we're your new babysitters, Marilyn."
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a/n: we really do love the drama here