"𝒾'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷ℯ 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒻𝓁ℴℴ𝓇"
An impatient Ophelia Stone takes a long sip out of her takeaway coffee cup as she strolls back towards the mechanic's garage where her car is currently being worked on.
Sadly, Jackson Whittemore (or Whittewhore as the girl had been using as of lately) had kept true to his word and indeed left her car in a similar state to the way she had demolished the silver Porsche.
Instead of coffee, the hybrid drinks a strong mixture of different spirits. Even though alcohol has little to no effect on a werewolf or vampire, it didn't take away her love for the taste of the liquid. Over the short span of her time being a vampire, Ophelia had come to realise that drinking alcohol did indeed dull the bloodlust; exactly like she had been told. She came to realise why Damon Salvatore had almost always had a glass of bourbon in his hand.
Although within the span of a few seconds she is snapped out of her relaxed state, her grip on the cup tightening as her eyes dart around. It's not anxiety or dread, something just doesn't feel right. Her green eyes narrow in scepticism and she quickly looks behind her shoulder, but shrugs when finding no one following her. Even though there isn't a visible presence trailing after the girl and her hearing doesn't pick up on anything out of the ordinary, she still has the thought ever present in her head.
As she walks into the garage, Ophelia dumps the paper cup into the trash bin up against the stone wall before heading into the area where she had left her precious vehicle with Tucker.
"Why do I get the feeling you're slightly overestimating the damage?"
"It's probably gonna run you around like twelve-hundred in parts and labour."
At the two voices in the distance, Ophelia rolls her eyes and huffs a sigh in annoyance. Despite only knowing him for around a week or so, the girl likes to think that she'd be able to pick out this exact voice in amongst thousands.
"Are you kidding? This thing doesn't even have a catalytic converter! And yes, I know what a catalytic converter is."
"Do you know what a 'limited slip differential' is?"
Ophelia clears her throat as she walks into the room, her eyebrows raising at Stiles who stands before Tucker who is working on a blue Jeep, presumedly the boy's own car. "It reduces the individual wheel spin and helps improve the traction. That sound about right?"
Stiles spins around and his eyes widen in surprise at seeing the blonde in the same building as him. Though his heart unconsciously begins to increase in pace with Scott's story of how she had broken into his house in the middle of the night lingering in the back of his mind. "Ophelia? What the hell are you doing here?"
She sweetly smiles at him and waves. "I'm here to pick up my car."
Stiles' lips form an O shape in realisation. "Wait... You're the one who wrecked Jackson's car..."
"Yep."
"So, then he trashed yours back... Makes sense, good revenge plan- sorry, I'll just shut up," he mumbles to himself.
Ophelia raises her eyebrows at the mechanic. "Well?"
Tucker scoffs at her attitude before pointing to Stiles. "You're paying fifteen-hundred. And you? It's gonna be around seven."
Stiles huffs a sigh in annoyance and the irritation radiating off the hybrid almost matches his own. "Just finish. I'll be back here. Seething with impotent rage," he calls back as he walks into the waiting room. "Oh, nice. Real sanitary," Stiles yells, not aware that neither person is listening. "Quality establishment you're running here!"
When the door closes behind the male teenager and Tucker rolls his eyes as he looks over to the blonde waiting with her arms crossed, Ophelia gives him a condescending smile. "Yeah, I'm not that much of a pushover," she adds calmly. Walking forward, she grabs onto his bicep and stares deeply into his eyes. "I'm not paying shit for this, and neither is Stiles. You'll charge us nothing, and if anyone asks about your books, you'll say you owed me a favour. Sound good?"
Once the man slowly nods, he reaches over to the toolbox beside him and picks up a set of keys for the Porsche belonging to the emotionless teenage girl. "No worries. See you later."
Ophelia quietly scoffs as she snatches the keys off him and walks over to her car parked in the corner of the room. "I'll never be seeing you again unless Jackson gives me another reason to wreck his bloody car," she mutters underneath her breath.
Little did she know, Jackson would be giving her many more reasons to wreck his car.
Unlocking the vehicle, she hums in approval when the roller door to the garage begins to open for her to drive out. Just as she opens the door, she glances behind her when hearing Stiles' attempt to call out from the waiting room. "Hey. Hey!" Her eyebrows furrow hearing his rapidly beating heart, yet it takes a loud thud for her to finally turn around. Ophelia groans in annoyance upon seeing Tucker's motionless body lying on the concrete floor, although he is still very much alive as shallow breaths leave his lips. "Oph-" Stiles yells out once more. However, he is cut off as he groans in pain and another heavy crash follows.
The girl shuts her eyes and shakes her head as quiet hisses begin to fill the room, almost as if a lizard had been let loose. "Wow, someone needs to call animal control." What turns her irritation into surprise is when she feels something sharp nick the back of her neck. The shallow cut quickly heals up as if nothing was there, almost as if it wants to give her false hope that nothing else is wrong. Sure enough, her fingers begin to tremble as the hybrid realises that she is slowly losing feeling in her hands. Then, next come her feet and eventually the numbness spreads across her entire body. "What the fuck?" Ophelia mutters in confusion.
She collapses to the floor, unable to move any of her limbs. She lands face first onto the concrete and groans out when a sickening crunch comes from her nose. Her body is paralysed, and right now Ophelia can only hope that her body is able to wear off whatever poison had done this to her before something else happens.
She hears the mechanic's breathing becoming heavier in panic, yet from her position on the floor, she can't see anything. A metal whirring comes to life within the small space and another reptilian like hiss follows. Then, Tucker's pleads for someone to come and save him start. "Help!" Even if Ophelia was physically able to get up, she wouldn't save him. She'd be running as fast as she could and as far away from the garage as possible. "Help! Help me," Tucker calls out desperately. "Help-help me."
"Shut up," Ophelia groans. As soon as her lips close, a loud clang rings through her ears. It's the sound a car hitting the floor. She sighs when she can no longer find Tucker's heartbeat; only her own, and of course, Stiles' panicked breathing in the waiting room.
Out of the corner of her left eye, she spots something large dart past her on two legs, running in the direction Stiles is currently in. Confusion wells inside her as she could have sworn she had seen scales. A shrill screech causes her to grimace in disgust, appalled by the fact that if she didn't imagine it there is a large rip-off ninja turtle wandering around in the same proximity as her. With no warning, the exit door then slams closed, and the hissing fades off into the distance.
"Nine-one-one, what's your emergency?"
"He c-called the cops?" Ophelia mutters incredulously. "Fuck me."
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Ophelia doesn't know how long she been left paralysed for, but the minute that the hybrid gets even a resemblance of feeling in her legs, she pushes herself to stand up and jump into her car, then slamming her foot on the gas pedal as she drives away as quickly as possible. She figures Stiles would be able to explain what had happened to the Sheriff on his own, and hopefully if he used his brain, the boy wouldn't mention her nor the large creature that created this mess in the first place.
For once, she's beginning to question the capability of her supernatural healing. Although gaining back control of her body obviously wouldn't have taken as long as it did for Stiles, she was unpleasantly surprised to find that she wasn't healing as fast as she normally would. Whatever the hell she had been poisoned with, she knows that she never wants to experience that feeling again.
She was temporarily powerless. She couldn't do anything except watch and listen to her surroundings erupt into chaos.
To no surprise, the following day consisted of the hybrid skipping school. She had zero intention to encompass herself with moody teenagers. More specifically, she wanted to minimise her chances to almost zero to run into either Scott or Stiles. The girl's moan is muffled as she turns her head on her pillow, stuffing her face into it as her phone vibrates on her bedside table. Ophelia blindly fumbles around until she manages to press the decline button. At least, that's what she thought did.
"Ofi, everything going okay?"
She freezes at the voice that projects out of the speaker and she sighs. "Fuck's sake. I thought I declined."
A scoff is heard on the other side of the line, Niklaus Mikaelson rolling his eyes at her bitchy attitude. "Morning to you too, little sister."
"Fuck off," she grumbles.
"Jesus Christ, what happened to you?" Rebekah chimes in, her voice laced with amusement.
"I'm still alive, so, it's going just peachy," she mumbles, fully aware that whoever is listening can hear her as clear as day. "Now let me sleep and go defeat Marcel and his minions-or whatever the hell you're all busy doing."
"Lia, it's two in the afternoon for you," Klaus retorts.
"And?"
"Why are you still asleep?" Rebekah questions in slight confusion. The Ophelia they all knew had always been a morning bird.
"'Cause I can. Once again, fuck off." She finally lifts her head off the pillow and with a scowl, she grabs onto the phone and swiftly hangs up before someone can ask another dreadful question. When her phone pings once more, she growls as her impatience continues to thin. This time, however, it's a text message.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
Hi, this is Lydia. I noticed you weren't in class today so I thought I'd message you. I was wondering if you wanted to go to the lacrosse game tonight with me? If not, maybe we can go for coffee sometime... Hope you're feeling okay.
Ophelia has zero idea how the strawberry blonde had managed to get her phone number. Yet she has a feeling that Lydia isn't one to give up so easily.
not so terrible red head
You know what? I'd love to.
7 on the field, right?
Yep! See you then x
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The rest of Ophelia's day involved eating the remains of her choc-mint ice cream and of course, driving out into the main part of town and sadly using the three step system on some unlucky person in the back alley of a bar.
Snatch, eat, erase.
Obviously, it isn't her ideal method, but Ophelia definitely doesn't like to think of herself as stupid. She knows that she has to span out the number of dead bodies. One too many in the space of a week would only cause unnecessary questions to arise, and right now, Beacon Hills isn't demanding her to leave just yet. Not before she gets her revenge on whatever had attacked her at the garage the night before.
Allison Argent had been bumped down to number two on her hit list and Jackson Whittemore is coming in at a close third. It's safe to say that Ophelia is on a serial murder spree.
Walking down the path to the lacrosse fields, the girl's eyes remained narrowed as she brushes past groups of spectators also heading in the same direction. Residing in Mystic Falls meant that for her limited high school experience, Ophelia had been exposed to American football. She's never seen a lacrosse game and before tonight, had never intended to.
However, with her plan to murder the Argents, Ophelia needs to keep tabs on them. Attending the game with Lydia meant that she could keep an eye out. If Scott intended on playing, that meant Allison would be there. She also wanted to talk to someone who knew about whatever attacked her the other night. If Derek ended up spying from the shadows like normal, the hybrid wouldn't hesitate to go and interrogate him with brute force and a bit of torture if necessary.
Spotting the strawberry blonde in the distance waiting on her phone, Ophelia quickly beelines over to her, clearing her throat to announce her arrival when in ear shot. Lydia's head snaps up from the device and a smile lifts at her lips. "Hey, I didn't think you were actually going to make it."
She grimaces and gestures around her. "Strongly starting to reconsider it."
Lydia quietly laughs and begins to lead her newfound friend towards the bleachers. "It's not that complicated. You'll pick it up fairly quickly."
Ophelia's eyebrows raise in question. "Is it violent?"
"Most of the time, yeah."
"I love it already."
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Twenty minutes through the game and Ophelia had spotted multiple targets on her hit list. Her gaze had mostly remained on the pair seated in the bleacher metres away from her own, her features portraying a deep scowl. Gerard shrugs off his coat and hands it over to Allison who innocently smiles at him before pulling it over her body. "Fucking bitches," she mutters.
"What?" Lydia asks, voicing her lack of understanding by the blonde's comment.
The hybrid leans to the side and lowers her voice to a whisper as she speaks to the girl. "I take it you're not aware of your best friend's boyfriend's secret magical personality?"
Lydia fully turns to the side as her eyebrows furrow. "What?"
Ophelia clicks her tongue and nods. "That's all I need to know," she vaguely answers.
"You're a weird person, Ophelia," Lydia mumbles.
The response causes a wide grin to appear on the hybrid's face, although her eyes continue to shoot daggers into the two hunters. Once again, the umpire's whistle loudly blows as multiple Beacon Hills players crash onto the floor by an opposing team member. "I can't feel my legs!" Ophelia giggles as someone is wheeled past on a gurney by a paramedic, the immediate surrounding spectators looking at her in confusion.
Suddenly, Lydia abruptly stands up, grabbing onto Ophelia's hand as she does so. "But I don't wanna leave," the hybrid whines.
The girl sucks in a deep breath as she pulls her arm away, removing their physical contact. "It's fine, I'll see you later. Just gotta go call my mom."
As Lydia walks down the metal stairs and disappears, Ophelia rolls her eyes as she hears the girl burst into tears once she is out of sight. "How dramatic. Teenagers and their hormones, I swear to Sat-" She trails off as her nose picks up a scent that by now is becoming quite familiar. She quickly stands up and once onto the grass, uses her vampiric speed to follow the smell with all intentions involving the Argents now long forgotten. The second she catches sight of the person slip into the high school, she loudly laughs in disbelief. "I knew he liked lacrosse!" Speeding into the building containing the pools, Ophelia calls out to him. "Oi!"
Derek freezes at the accent and rolls his eyes in annoyance. He spins around with his arms folded over his grey shirt and raises his eyebrows expectantly. "What do you want?"
Her eyes narrow as she takes another step towards him, the man flinching at the movement. "Do I scare you, Derek?" Ophelia teases mockingly, a smirk once again on her lips. "Because it seems like I do."
The werewolf scoffs at her suggestion and quickly dismisses it. "No. Just-what are you doing here?"
Any hint of playfulness disappears from the girl's attitude, and she clears her throat. "I assume you've heard about the attack at the garage."
He curtly nods in response. "I have."
"That means you know I was with Stiles when it happened."
"I do."
Ophelia opens her mouth to ask the all-important question, before pursing her lips together as grunting and exclamations out of pain come into earshot. Her head snaps to the side and her eyes widen in amusement as she watches a very confident Erica drag Stiles through the double doors. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh..."
"Well, someone got a transformation," Ophelia comments snidely, noticing how the nervous girl on the rock-climbing wall the other day is very, very much gone.
Erica's smirk leaves her lips as her eyes narrow, looking the hybrid up and down. "And who the fuck are you?"
"Watch the attitude, sweetheart," Ophelia warns lowly. When Erica growls in reply and Derek puts a hand out in front of her, she chuckles. "Yeah, that's what I thought."
Holding a basketball in his hands, Derek greets the human teenager who anxiously watches the interactions. "Stiles."
Said boy's eyes flick between the three people before him. "Derek... and Ophelia...?"
"Oh no, I'm not with them," she clarifies. "Definitely not. Just wrong place and wrong time it appears."
"Actually, you might be here at the right time," Derek corrects her. His eyebrows raise at Stiles before asking, "What did you see at the mechanic's garage?"
The boy nervously gulps, his gaze turning to the strangely calm blonde. "Same as Ophelia."
"Which was what?"
"Uh, several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting."
Ophelia chuckles and leans against the railing to the metal spectator stands beside her. "Yeah, that part was really interesting."
When Derek crushes the basketball in his hands, Stiles' eyes widen in alarm. "Holy God..."
"Wow, werewolves really are dramatic," Ophelia remarks. She giggles to herself at the irony of her statement.
"Let's try that again."
Stiles gulps and points to the girl with her arms crossed over her red leather jacket. "Why aren't you asking Ophelia? She was there too." When the girl's dry laughter floats into the building, Stiles quickly nods. "Okay, sorry. Ignore that."
"Derek's too scared to interrogate me," she reveals, every word prodding the man for a reaction. The Alpha's eyes roll once more and Derek ignores the amused smirk from Erica beside him, focusing on the human instead.
"Alright, the thing was pretty slick looking," Stiles says nervously. "Um, skin was dark, kind of patterned."
"I think you're forgetting the fact it had scales," Ophelia adds.
"Yeah, uh, that too." Stiles raises his arms into the air and sighs. "Is that enough? Okay? 'Cause I have somebody I really need to talk to." When Derek's glare remains steely and unfazed, he groans. "Um, all right, fine. Eyes! Eyes are yellowish and slitted."
"Very yellow and very slitted," Ophelia reiterates.
"Yeah, exactly. It has a lot of teeth- Oh, and it's got a tail, too! Are we good?"
"Does anyone actually know what the fuck it was? Because I want to kill it." When her question is disregarded by Derek and his Beta, Ophelia scoffs. "I don't like being ignored."
Stiles' eyebrows furrow in confusion at the expressions on the two werewolves, both with their eyes diverted upwards. "What? Wait, have you seen it? You have this look on your faces like you know exactly what I'm talking about..."
Ophelia finally follows Derek's line of sight and she drags a hand down the side of her face by what she finds. "Oh, come on!"
The hisses cause Stiles to spin around, and he freezes at the large creature perched atop of the railing. He quickly back steps to stand in front of Ophelia, who allows her fangs to elongate before snarling, similar to Derek who roars. The lizard like creature lets out a screech and jumps down onto the tiles, before quickly darting forward and harshly throwing Erica into a nearby wall, causing her to be knocked unconscious.
"Run!" Derek yells to Stiles.
Ophelia growls menacingly at the creature whose eyes lock onto her figure and she quickly speeds forward towards it. She manages to claw a decent sized cut on its back, but before she knows it, she feels something sharp sting on her neck. Her eyes shut in annoyance, and she mutters, "Not again..." The mechanic's garage repeats all over again and Ophelia stumbles to the side as she begins to lose the feeling in her legs. "No, not-"
Stiles eyes widen as the blonde crashes into the water, bubbles floating to the surface as her body slowly sinks down. He tears his gaze off Derek who rushes towards the giant lizard and grimaces in hesitation, before dropping his phone and diving in after her.
Ophelia's eyes are shut in frustration as her lungs fill up with water. She feels no fear as she continues to intake the chlorinated liquid, she couldn't properly die this way. However, that isn't her most prominent thought. She just knows that Elena Gilbert is watching somewhere alongside Damon Salvatore as the pair laugh uncontrollably at her present situation. Oh, how the tables have turned.
She relaxes slightly as she feels a hand grab onto her arm, and she opens an eye to see herself being lifted through the water, before finally gasping for air as she reaches the surface. "Fuck me!" Her eyes flick to the side to see Stiles holding onto her body, trying to support her as they both stay above the water. "Where is that mother fucking son of a bit-"
"Derek," Stiles shouts in alarm. His eyes are wide as they can only watch the Alpha stumble towards the pool, similarly like Ophelia had done minutes ago.
"Oh... He's been cut, too," Ophelia drawls out in amusement. "Now this is a party!" As Derek falls into the pool, a large wave of water floods the pair already afloat. Stiles begins to swim forward as he drags Ophelia alongside him, the two heading over to the werewolf beginning to sink. "Just leave him," the hybrid comments in boredom. "No one likes him. Although drowning is quite terrible-"
"He's- he's not dying," Stiles gets out, spitting water out of his mouth as he wraps his other arm around Derek. "Neither of you are dying."
"Technically, I can't die-"
"Shut up," both males yell at her, Derek gasping and coughing out water as he takes in deep breaths.
"Where is it?" Stiles frantically questions as he tries to support both supernatural creatures above the water. "Do you see it?"
"No," Ophelia grumbles, her eyes glowing a deep red as she scans the room.
"Okay," Stiles begins. "Maybe it took off?"
The loud shriek that echoes around the tiled walls is enough for Derek to sigh. "Maybe not."
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An agonising half an hour had passed by, the Stilinski struggling immensely to keep the two up. Ophelia huffs a sigh. "Just drop me," she states casually.
Stiles turns to her incredulously, even Derek's eyes widening at her suggestion. "What? You'll die!"
"For the second time, I won't die," she repeats bluntly. "Just drop me. It'll be more relaxing than being here with the two of you anxious idiots."
"I'm not dropping you, Ophelia," Stiles firmly states.
"Yeah, well by the look of you, it'll be involuntarily soon enough. Here lies Derek Hale, deceased by-"
"Just get me out of here before I drown," Derek snaps.
"How are you both worried about drowning?" Stiles asks incredulously. He spits out water as the three briefly duck under the water. "Did you notice the thing out there with multiple rows of razor sharp teeth?"
"Did you notice that the both of us are paralysed from the neck down in eight feet of water?"
"It's only seven, Derek," Ophelia corrects in amusement. "Calm your farm."
"Okay, both of you shut up," Stiles retorts impatiently. "I don't see it."
He splashes around as he tries to drag the two people with him closer to the edge before halting his movements after Derek yells out, "Wait, wait, wait! Stop, stop."
"Fuck you!" Ophelia calls out as her eyes lock onto the creature currently stalking around the edge of the pool. "This bastard is too scared to jump in and swim."
"Stop taunting it," Derek tells her.
The creature hisses at the group and stares at them before slowly crawling on again. "What's it waiting for?" Stiles questions.
"To kill us, obviously," Ophelia states plainly.
The three watch in curiosity when it approaches the edge of the pool and hesitantly reaches its hand to touch the water. Ophelia's eyes narrow further when it quickly retracts its arm and jumps backward, hissing when making contact with the liquid almost as if it was in pain. "Wait, do you see that?" Stiles queries.
"I'm not blind," the hybrid replies. "It's a scared little bitch."
Stiles attempts to nod, somewhat of a resemblance as his head ducks underwater. "I don't think he can swim."
"This is g-getting ridiculous," Ophelia splutters out. "Just fucking drop me!"
"She's annoying me," Derek adds. "She said she can't die, so drop her."
Between pants, Stiles breathlessly agrees. "Yeah-yeah, I don't think I can do this much longer. Gonna take your word and just do it."
Ophelia sighs in relief. "Finally." She feels Stiles' arm unwrap around her waist and she slowly sinks down into the water. Her lips blow out bubbles, and the girl watches in fascination as the blurry shapes float to the surface and out of sight. Her hair floats around her, almost resembling a halo as she finally hits the bottom of the pool.
Being a hybrid, Ophelia couldn't die unless her heart was violently extracted, or she was decapitated. However, she might have told a small white lie when she said she couldn't drown. Technically, she would temporarily die to then awake later only to then re-drown repeatedly until someone finally saved her.
With more and more water being ingested through her nose and mouth, her brain becomes fuzzy and her thoughts are no longer clear or focused. Ophelia isn't sure how long she remains underwater for, she didn't bother to keep track of time. It takes around sixty seconds for someone to fall unconscious underwater. Any attempt to try and swim up to the surface is basically useless, therefore leaving the victim to eventually die after an extra few minutes. That leaves her to believe that after dying once so far, it had been around three to four minutes since Stiles had dropped her.
Despite that one 'death', Ophelia feels oddly at peace. There's a certain tranquillity floating lifelessly through a body of water. That is until she is able to twitch her fingers and her eyes widen. She builds up the strength to kick off the floor of the pool and finally swim to the surface. Breaking up above the water, the blonde loudly gasps as mouthfuls of oxygen flood into her body. Her eyes dart around, yet they aren't full of fear; Ophelia Stone wants revenge.
The first thing she hears is the thudding of bodies, then the loud unmistakable sound of glass breaking. The girl swims over to the edge and hauls herself out of the water, her eyes finally falling onto Scott who is crouched down and pointing a shard of glass at the monstrosity of a creature before him.
Breathing heavily, Ophelia allows the veins to crawl under her eyes as she growls while staring at it. She doesn't hesitate to speed forward, yet moments before she touches it, the creature senses her and screeches as it darts up the walls and onto the ceiling, before bursting out of one of the skylights.
Her heart pounds in her chest and for the first time since she had been in Beacon Hills, Ophelia feels her humanity flickering. The pure rage she feels is almost enough to turn it back on.
"What the fuck?" Scott whispers in horror.
Ophelia shakes her head slightly then turns around to look back at the teenage werewolf staring at her in terror. She wipes the dripping wet hair out of her vision and feels her fangs disappear back into her gums, her eyes returning to their normal, pretty green. "That was fun," she sarcastically announces. "Let's do it again sometime."
"What are you?" Scott quietly questions, his own eyes still glowing yellow as he stares at the hybrid in his werewolf form.
Ophelia softly sighs through her nose. "I'm a supernatural concoction, Scotty. Bit of vampire and a bit of werewolf. Surprise!"
"You're a what?" Stiles squeaks from the side.
She follows the voice, and a single brow raises when seeing a drenched Stiles and Derek finally out of the pool, resting against the diving boards. "Do you really want me to repeat myself?"
Stiles' eyes are wide in bewilderment. "Do you sparkle in the sun?"
The disgust that flashes over the girl's features is enough for the human to snap his gaping mouth shut and scoot backward away from her. "I'm not Edward fucking Cullen," she retorts in offence.
"You're a werewolf, too?" Scott queries with curiosity.
"Duh." Ophelia wrings her hair out as droplets of water drip onto the floor and she sighs. "Alright. I'm going to go plan on how to kill that thing."
Before either of the teenage boys can protest, they watch in shock as the girl suddenly disappears in a flash. "Am I dreaming?" Stiles whispers.
"Sadly not," Derek answers. "You get used to it."
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Standing outside the high school, Ophelia dumps her shoes and socks in the backseat of her car before walking barefoot over to where Scott and Stiles crowd around a laptop perched on the former's car. "Whose porno are we watching?"
The boys whirl around at her arrival, Stiles placing his hand over his heart as he breathes heavily. When he registers who it is, he quickly tenses and takes a large step away from her. "Are you gonna kill us?"
Ophelia chuckles and an innocent smile appears on her lips. "Only if you give me a reason too." When their faces fall, she giggles. "Or if I get bored."
Scott sighs as he points to the laptop. "We can't read the Bestiary because it's in a different language."
"Oh, you've got one of those fancy things," the blonde replies in slight surprise. She's heard about the giant dictionary containing different supernatural and mythological creatures, but she's never actually seen one in person.
"How are we supposed to figure out what this thing is?"
"It's called a kanima," Derek announces, answering Scott's question.
Ophelia glances to the side and rolls her eyes at the two that approach. She sighs in aggravation at the girl that walks by the Alpha's side. "Great, blondie's alive. Yippee." Erica gives her an extremely fake smile before Derek gives her a look in warning.
"You knew the whole time?" Stiles asks incredulously.
"Bit of a dick move, Der," Ophelia adds.
Derek's eyes linger on the girl a little longer, tensed in apprehension in case she might retaliate by physically hurting him. But when she doesn't flinch, he sighs. "No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection in the glass."
"Ah, so it's a dumb bitch."
"It doesn't know what it is," Scott says, ignoring the hybrid's comment.
"Or who," Derek confirms with a small nod.
"What else do you know?" Stiles questions.
"Just stories," Derek replies simply. "Rumours."
Scott turns to Ophelia who simply shrugs in response. "Don't look at me, I got no bloody clue what a 'kamina' is."
"Kanima," Stiles corrects.
"But it's like us?"
"A shape-shifter, yes," Derek confirms Scott's question. His eyebrows furrow as he tries to think over his next words. "But it's-it's not right. It's like a..."
"An abomination," Stiles finishes.
When Derek nods, Ophelia rolls her eyes and claps her hands together. "Well, I don't care what it prefers to be called. All I care about is how I can kill it."
Scott nervously flicks his eyes between her and Derek. "We need to work together on this," he tells the Hale. "Maybe even tell the Argents."
"You trust them?" Derek exclaims.
Ophelia speeds forward to pin Scott against his car. Everyone else stays frozen in shock at the sudden movements. The girl's glowing red eyes narrow as her grip on his throat slowly tightens. "If you tell them who I am or what I am, Scott, I will kill you. I hope you know that." She looks behind her, her hand still pushed up against the teenager's throat as he gasps for air, but his feeble attempts to push her arm away are hopeless as Ophelia doesn't budge an inch. "If any of you tell them, I'll kill everyone in this damn town. Capiche?"
Stiles frantically nods, his eyes wide in panic as he watches his best friend fight for his breath. "Got it."
Ophelia backs away and brushes her hand against her damp jeans, her eyes still narrowed as she watches Scott recover. "Nobody trusts anyone," he gets out between heavy breaths. "That's the problem. While we're here, arguing about who's on what side, there's something scarier, stronger-" At this Ophelia scoffs and folds her arms. "-And faster than any of us, and it's killing people, and we still don't even know anything about it!"
"I know one thing," Derek begins. "When I find it, I'm with Ophelia. I'm gonna kill it."
"Finally," the girl announces, her voice containing a small amount of pride. "Something we agree on." She looks back to Scott and Stiles and her eyebrows raise pointedly. "You can't save everyone, Scott. That thing has paralysed me twice in less than twenty-four hours. You can't stop me from killing it. I don't care if it's your mom in disguise, although I quite like Melissa..." Ophelia chuckles when Scott's heart rate dramatically jumps. "The lizard is dying, whether you like it or not."
𝘏𝘪 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴!!
𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘖𝘧𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱... 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘑𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘰𝘧𝘧.
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