"𝒽ℴ𝓃ℯ𝓎, 𝒾 𝓇ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓊𝓅 𝒻𝓇ℴ𝓂 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒹ℯ𝒶𝒹,
𝒾 𝒹ℴ 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓉𝒾𝓂ℯ"
Monday night was strange. Instead of doing her usual 'Friends' binge-watching session and downing litres of blood bags, Ophelia had been dragged, literally dragged, by Scott McCall over to Derek's loft. Throughout the car ride over, the boy had quickly explained that he had run into Deucalion in the lift in Allison's apartment building merely an hour earlier, then going on to ramble about how concerned he is that the Alpha pack are residing in the same building as his ex-girlfriend. 'Why are we going to Derek's?' had been replied with 'He can help us take them down.' Of course, Ophelia had snickered at the thought of Derek and Scott 'taking down' the Alpha pack, but she had quickly coughed to break up her laughter once spotting his stony glare, reassuring Scott that she was sure everything would be fine.
He had retorted that everything wasn't fine last week when Derek had a metal pole stabbed through his body whilst Deucalion pitched for him to join the pack. Ophelia tilted her head to the side and eventually given in with agreement, noting his good point. The Alpha pack need to be killed, and sooner rather than later. Preferably, it would all be done by herself.
Brutally.
Violently.
And incredibly slowly.
Trailing behind her friend, Ophelia rolls her eyes as Scott practically barges into Derek's apartment. "I know where they are," he confidently calls out. However, the boy's face falls in confusion as he realises that he's just interrupted what looks like a meeting between all of the Hales and Boyd.
Derek lifts his head up and nods. "Same building as the Argents. We know."
She pats Scott's shoulder as she notices how he deflates slightly, most likely because he's realised that he's not the first to discover something for once. "And let me guess, you're planning how to kill them?"
"Now, that's a good idea," Peter drawls sarcastically. "Why didn't we think about it earlier?"
With a large scowl on her face, Ophelia lifts her middle finger toward the man who has his arms folded across his chest, everything about his attitude screaming how much he would rather be anywhere else but here; just like usual. "Fuck off."
Boyd turns around, and his eyes flick between the two new arrivals. "Cora and I followed the twins," he informs them.
Ophelia hums in approval and gives the youngest Hale a warm smile in greeting as she joins the group around the table. "Ah, doing recon without me?"
"You know it," Cora replies dryly, although her lips are lifted into a small smile.
Scott, however, doesn't hold any of the amusement that the two females do. "Then they want you to know," he observes.
"Or, more likely they don't care."
When Scott looks over to her, the blonde shrugs, and points to Peter in agreement. "Almost ninety-nine percent sure that that's the case."
The werewolf walks closer to the group, his eyes quickly drawn to what is lain out on the table. "What's this?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Peter questions rhetorically. "The schemers are scheming. Coming up with a coup de main; better known as a pre-emptive strike."
Ophelia lets her eyes run over each of the various blueprints and architectural plans, a sigh of relief escaping her lips when she looks up. "Finally," she praises with satisfaction.
"Hold on," the McCall interrupts, his eyes wide as he has realised what is going on. "You're going after them?"
Derek nods and glances between the incredulous teenager, and the hybrid who is busy playing 'Rock, Paper, Scissors' with Cora and Boyd. "Tomorrow," he confirms. "And both of you are gonna help us."
She loudly laughs, her hands dropping to her sides as she lazily turns her head over to the other Alpha. "No," Ophelia replies. "No, I'm not helping you guys do shit."
"Yes, you are."
"Absolutely not." She scoffs when Cora, Boyd, and Peter all look to her with different levels of desperation etched upon their faces. She turns around to walk over to the couch, not bothered to leave the building without Scott since he is her ride home. "I spend my Tuesday nights in the Preserve, and although you have done a good job, I'll give you that, you can't bait me with murder to change my mind. Nicely done, but no."
Peter's eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he leans over to his nephew to ask, "Why is she sleeping in the woods?"
"Coyote," Derek reminds him.
"Right... The coyote."
Scott's eyes widen as he backtracks to something his friend had casually thrown out. "Hold on, murder? That's the plan?"
"They won't even see it coming," Boyd points out.
Ophelia scoffs at their naivety. "'They won't see it coming,' my ass..." Of course the pack would be waiting for them to retaliate, in fact, Deucalion and his lackeys had most likely been lying in the shadows of their lair and waiting for months.
"Why is the default plan always murder?" Scott asks, briefing looking over to the hybrid who is now sprawled out across the leather couch, her feet resting on the arms of the chair. "Just once, can someone try to come up with something that doesn't involve killing everyone?"
"Do I even need to answer that?"
Scott rolls his eyes and decides to just ignore her for now. "You never get tired of being so blandly moral, do you?" Peter questions to the boy sarcastically. "Not that I disagree with him," he adds, leaning over to Derek.
"I do," Cora speaks up. She looks Scott up and down. "Why do we need this kid? I get Ophelia, she actually does shit."
"Thank you," said girl calls out, giving her new friend a thumbs up of approval. "I do do shit. And I'm damn good at it too," she mutters to herself with pride.
"This kid, helped save your life," Derek reminds his sister. He then looks to Scott with his arms tightly folded across his chest. "And you know we can't just sit back and wait for them to make the first move."
"You can't beat a pack of Alphas," Scott says.
Peter sighs and points in Ophelia's direction, having grown to expect her to retort something at almost everything the boy says. Right on cue, she counters the prior words. "Yes, you can! In my world, I define 'beating' someone as taking them out. Scott, we beat them by taking them out." She props herself up on her elbows so she can see his reaction with her own eyes as she emphasises, "We. Are. Going. To. Kill. Them."
Scott huffs a sigh, appalled with how she still believes that she would be able to go in and slaughter all the pack without dying herself. "But you can't go in and kill all of them!"
"That's why we're only going after Deucalion," Cora corrects. "Just him."
Ophelia shuts her eyes and crosses her legs over one another, growing bored of the plan that is being created across the room. "That's just ruining a good party," she mumbles in disappointment.
Boyd turns back to Scott as he adds, "Cut off the head of the snake, and the body dies."
Clicking his tongue in disagreement, Peter shakes his head. "Only this isn't a snake, it's a Hydra."
"Hail Hyrda!" The entire group turn around to stare at the girl on the couch, who has pumped a fist into the air as she recited the line from one of her favourite films. Feeling that she is being watched, Ophelia's eyes flick over and she shrugs, waving a hand to dismiss them. "Don't mind me, continue your scheming."
Rolling his eyes, although his lips are ghosting a smile, Peter continues from where they had been before the interruption. "And, like Scott says, they're all Alphas."
"Deucalion's still the leader."
"Let's hope so," the eldest Hale replies to Derek. "Because you know what happened when Hercules cut off one of the heads of the Hydra?"
Scott nods as he answers the question, shocking almost everyone in the room. "Two more grew back in its place."
Glancing over to the werewolf, Peter gives the boy a slightly impressed smile. "Someone's been doing their summer reading."
"I knew about Hydra," Ophelia states.
Peter turns his tired expression onto her. "No, you quoted the Marvel movie. There's a big difference."
Jumping off the couch, her lips tug into a frown. "Not really. They're both evil antagonists. The small difference is that one's human and the other isn't." Noticing that no one is listening to her anymore, Ophelia throws her hands up into the air in defeat and turns her back to walk out. "McCall, let's go!"
"See you tomorrow," Derek yells as she walks out the apartment.
"Not a chance in hell!"
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Come almost midnight on Tuesday at the time when Ophelia knows the attack on the Alpha pack is happening, the girl finds herself in a small conundrum. She had skipped school, which then lead to receiving countless texts over the last few hours from Scott, Cora, Boyd, and even Derek. All had been 'begging' her to join them. Part of her feels a sense of smugness for how desperate they appear to need her, knowing that without her help things would go terribly wrong. Which is why, currently, she is so torn on what to do. Initially, she had no intention to join the group on their determined mission to take down Deucalion, because she knew how blatantly stupid it was. Derek would have to be downright idiotic to assume that they would be able to catch the man off guard without one of his pack mates assisting him. After all, he is blind.
She had previously planned to kill them all herself. Just in a more discreet way than Derek's. But after pacing up and down her garden for a good twenty minutes with the coyote sitting and watching her intensely, Ophelia had finally come to a decision; one that she knows she would most likely regret to some degree come a few weeks.
Even though Scott had been so adamant about not joining the Hale pack, she knows her friend better than he thinks. Ophelia knows that Scott would be going.
That, and because she had gotten a message from Isaac a few minutes ago letting her know how he was sceptical that their plans to get dinner were actually Scott's last-minute change of mind to talk with Deucalion.
Her decision is to not only help protect Scott, because she knows one can't just 'talk' and 'reason' with Deucalion, but it's also because she had realised that maybe she can get the self-proclaimed Demon Wolf on his own while everyone else is distracted fighting off his puppies. You take out the big dog, suddenly all those that follow him are unprotected. They're vulnerable. Which makes it that much easier for Ophelia to kill them.
As she walks toward the abandoned mall, the hybrid's heart begins to pick up as she can already hear the faint grunts and growls from inside, signalling that she has arrived a little too late. "Punctuality, Ophelia," she scolds herself as she breaks off into a run. The minute she slips through the broken doors, her nose immediately picks up on the scent of blood in the air. Eyes glowing red, she follows the sounds that are only becoming louder as she jogs through the desolate corridor, an uneasy feeling settling in her stomach from the atmosphere. To put it simply, she feels like she's just been sucked into a horror novel.
After having to jump up a few flights of stairs, she enters the main part of the mall, staying hidden in the shadows of the pillars and walking along the sides of the building. Her eyes dart around, and she recognises the Hale pack aside from Peter, and Scott and Isaac who have been brought into the mess. Not only is Deucalion standing on the escalators, but just as Ophelia had predicted, his own pack is entangled with her friends.
She hops over the railing of the escalators and folds her hands behind her back as she stares out at the multiple fights, silently standing beside the man. She doesn't have to audibly make her presence known for Deucalion to become aware of who is suddenly with him. "Ophelia," he greets, a friendliness in his tone that makes her roll her eyes. "I didn't expect you to show up."
Her eyes narrow as she feels her fangs elongate inside her mouth, the sharp teeth digging into the soft skin of her lips. "Yeah, it was more of a last-minute decision. So, Duke, how're you going?"
Tilting his head to the side, an amused smile replaces the frown on his lips at the banter she tries to instigate. "Pleasantries, I like it. Considering the circumstances, I'm surprised you haven't tried to kill me yet."
Her eyes stay locked on the ground below them, keeping herself very aware of each of her friends and how they are faring physically. "So am I." Her claws flick out when a low chuckle is heard from the man. "I gotta ask, though. Did you really think you'd get me?"
"No," Deucalion responds honestly. "But it was worth a try. It's been interesting to find out just how loyal you are to Scott."
Ophelia nods, humming in agreement. "Yeah, I've shocked myself with that, too." Her tongue darts out of her mouth to wet her chapped lips, and her heart thuds a little faster as she watches Scott be viciously clawed by the merged twins as he attempts to aid Isaac. She winces, and she knows that she has to make her move now.
In front of them, the female Alpha firmly kicks Derek in the stomach, sending the man crumpling down to the floor, then spinning around to scratch her toenails across Boyd's face.
In the blink of an eye, Ophelia's hand shoots out, aimed right for Deucalion's heart. However, his fingers tightly latch onto her wrist, catching her just as her claws penetrate his skin. He quietly grunts in pain, but he clicks his tongue as he listens to her pull out of his surprisingly tight grip. "I'm disappointed, Ophelia. I thought we were heading down the friends route."
She barks a laugh, her free hand managing to bury itself inside the man's chest cavity. Although, her face briefly falls in shock at how easy it had been. Even though he can't see, Deucalion has proven himself to have mastered all his other senses, which alludes her to believe that he could have let her get this far. "Sorry to break it to you, Duke, but we'll never be friends."
Her fingers wrap around his beating heart, her lips twisting into a smirk at how he gasps for air at the sudden deprivation of oxygen. "G-go on," he breathes out. Ophelia ignores the chills that run down her spine at his voice, the arrogance finally revealing itself to her. "Do it."
She gives him a smile as she squeezes the organ, the feeling of joy returning as she hears him gasp. "Die in h-"
After the sickening crack of bone, Ophelia's limp body crumples to the floor, releasing her hold on Deucalion's heart and resulting in her blood-soaked hand slipping out of his chest. Ennis looks up to his Alpha in concern, only for the man to wave him off. "I'll be fine," he rasps out.
Ophelia Stone might have promised Stiles that she would limit the bodies to the best of her ability, but one of the members of Deucalion's pack had just painted a big, fat bullseye on his own head. As soon as she would awaken, she would make sure to kill whoever had just snapped her neck.
Besides, who doesn't love a good revenge plan?
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Wednesday was also strange. But Ophelia had come to realise that majority of her days spent in Beacon Hills would end up being strange. She was in a state of utter rage when she had woken up from her temporary death, her eyes snapping open not as their normal green, but the bright glowing red of her supernatural side. "Oh, for fuck's sake," she snaps irritably, sighing heavily as she cracks her neck side to side to relieve any tension from the injury. Her immediate thought is that she wants- no, she needs to kill whoever had ruined her plan to murder Deucalion. Mostly though, she's just pissed off. She was so close that she had her hand wrapped around the Alpha's beating heart before her fucking neck was snapped.
Waking up, she recognises her own bedroom, knowing that she had been brought back home by Derek or Scott after the battle that she has no doubt they lost. She was surprised to find neither of said werewolves downstairs, but Cora anxiously pacing in the spacious kitchen, drinking straight out of an unopened bottle of Bourbon that she had found lying around. Ophelia forgot all about her revenge plan when she heard the girl's cracked voice, the Hale then informing her that Derek had stumbled off a ledge in the mall and plummeted down multiple 11stories with one of Deucalion's Alphas.
The first thing that she asked the brunette was 'Is he dead?' Cora had quietly replied that they couldn't hear heartbeats, and that it wasn't realistic for the two to have survived a fall that big. Knowing that she had to keep herself calm for the frantic girl's sake, Ophelia softly suggested that they would go back to the mall and check for themselves, because after all, she does have the ability to heal people with her blood. If Derek is alive like she hopes he is, she would be able to heal him of any fatal or catastrophic wounds.
Wednesday is also the day that the entire cross-country team would be absent, having to travel to another neighbouring school for a meet. Which meant Ophelia had missed the chance to debrief with Scott, Isaac, Boyd, and Stiles earlier this morning, the boys only leaving her a few voicemails and text messages for when she would wake up; most of which had been reluctantly breaking the news of the predicted death of Derek.
Isaac had been the one to, in Scott and Stiles' point of views, idiotically reveal to Ophelia that the person who had snapped her neck was Ennis, the other Alpha who had fallen with Derek.
So, as well as praying that her friend isn't gone like people are assuming he is, Ophelia also hopes that Ennis isn't either. Because if he isn't, she would get the chance to return the favour.
Permanently.
After draining a few blood bags to satisfy her hunger and to refill her energy, both Ophelia and Cora make their way over to the abandoned mall that had been the location of the violent attacks in the early hours of the morning. With the Hale leading, the blonde glances around, her senses hyper alert for anyone that might be hiding in the building and anticipating someone to come and do exactly what they are doing right now.
"Are you okay?"
Eyes snapping over to the girl beside her, she gives Cora a nod as they walk side by side, occasionally stepping over fallen debris. "I should be the one asking you that."
Cora's lips slightly upturn, the hope inside her still brightly beaming as they move through a set of doors and gain closer and closer to the site where her brother should be. "Hanging in there."
"I haven't known your brother long, but he is one of the most stubborn people I have ever met. So, if anyone's survived this, it's him. He's like a bloody cockroach, he just doesn't die." Ophelia grins when a breathy laugh is heard from the werewolf, and she's glad that she has managed to lift the mood even momentarily in such grim circumstances. When the girls approach the escalators, she doesn't need to listen to how Cora's breath hitches to know that something isn't right. Not only does she not hear any heartbeats, but she can't find the two bodies that should be laying there. Her eyes find the beginning of something that only becomes clearer the closer she gets, visually and by scent. As they crouch down next to the railing of the escalator, Cora finds what has the hybrid so entranced. Blood. Ophelia sighs as she glances over to her, and breaks the now incredibly tense silence, "Well, this is a good sign."
"This is a good sign?" Cora repeats incredulously, her eyes wide as she gestures to the multiple stains.
"Ignore the blood, but yeah, it's a good sign," Ophelia answers calmly.
"She's right." Both girls spin around at the familiar voice, one of them groaning quietly in frustration at who they find standing at the top of the escalators. "Just me... Your uncle. Uncle Peter." Ophelia grimaces and fakes a gag. He rolls his eyes in exasperation at her dramatics. "Obviously not to you," he states blandly.
Cora takes a step up the escalator, her eyes narrowed as she stares at him. "Uncle Peter, who killed sister Laura."
Ophelia's eyebrows raise as she folds her arms, leaning her side on the railing. "Mic-drop," she mutters.
Peter hums in agreement, his eyes wandering around them as he surveys the area. "Not my finest hour, no." He scowls at the hybrid who snorts at his response. "But I'm hardly the only dysfunctional family member! Did Derek mention that he killed me, too? Slashed my throat, ear to ear."
"Plenty of times," Ophelia quickly replies, walking up the stairs to join the male at the top. "He speaks very fondly of the moment."
One of Cora's brows lift as she stands beside her friend, her expression blank. "So, that means I should trust you?"
"Actually, I'm wondering if I can trust you."
Ophelia's eyes widen in incredulity. "You're fucking kidding me-"
"Not you," Peter loudly interrupts, rolling his eyes once again.
Shaking her head in disbelief, Cora quietly scoffs. "You've known me for seventeen years!" Waving a hand to the blonde, she adds, "And you've known her for less than one."
"I knew you for eleven," Peter corrects. "Leaving the last six unaccounted for. And I'm not particularly fond of things unaccounted. As for sunshine, she hasn't given me a reason to dislike her. Yet."
Ophelia's smug grin quickly drops off her face, but before she can retort something, Cora steps in, impatiently asking the question that is on both of their minds. "What are you doing here?"
"Same as you," he answers. "Wondering where the fuck the bodies went. Wondering if they were carried out, or, maybe, if one of them managed to find enough strength to push himself up off the floor and walk out, leaving the three of us standing here to answer the all-important question..."
Softly sighing, Cora nods. "Which one?"
"Let's hope the evil one's alive, 'cause he's got shit coming for him." Ophelia shrugs at the looks on both their faces. "Sorry, of course I hope both of them are alive. It would just be an added bonus if the evil one is, too."
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When Ophelia received a message from an unknown number simply telling her that 'they're here,' it took her a few minutes to eventually come to the conclusion that the sender was Alan Deaton, and that the 'they' is the Alpha pack. If she ends up being wrong? Well, she hadn't gone down that road just yet. There's no one else in Beacon Hills that she knows and doesn't have their contact saved in her phone, so who else could it possibly be? She has no idea why the veterinarian would be telling her that the pack are at the clinic, but she also doesn't particularly care. If Deucalion is indeed there, that means they are there to visit the witch-Druid-whatever Deaton claims to be. Which means that someone is hurt, and for this, it didn't take many guesses to figure out who.
Walking through the back parking lot, Cora raises her eyebrows and glances to the girl beside her, very unamused. "An animal clinic? Seriously?"
"It's not as ordinary as it looks," Peter responds before the blonde can get a word in.
Ophelia nods. "Owner's a witch." Spotting the man roll his eyes for what must be the millionth time this afternoon, she purses her lips. "He's something, okay?"
"The building's half made out of mountain ash," the older Hale explains. He hesitates before adding, "I'm not actually sure how to get in."
Cora rolls her eyes. "Well, maybe we can do what normal people can do. Like, knock on the door."
"Okay, are you stupid?" Ophelia questions seriously, grabbing onto the girl's arm as she takes a step forward. "Cora, the pack's in there!"
"What if you're wrong about the message?"
"She's not," Peter corrects, his voice filled with exasperation; something he had been feeling a lot as of lately. "Use your ears."
Slowly, Ophelia's lips curl up into a smirk that could only be described as devious. "They're all here," she murmurs.
When the Hales look over to her, they both sigh simultaneously upon finding the space beside them empty. "Grab the popcorn," Peter says melodramatically. "Someone's going to die."
Cora's eyebrows shoot up as she looks at him in alarm. "We're just going to let her go in there with a pack of Alphas?"
"You don't let her do anything. She does whatever the fuck she wants."
Opting to go a different route as to what her friend had suggested seconds earlier, Ophelia opens a window that has been left, coincidentally, unlocked. Wincing when the frame squeaks quietly, she climbs through and turns around to shut it as swiftly as possible. Letting out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding, she pauses to distinguish where the werewolves are in the building and if who she thinks is hurt, is actually hurt. Sure enough, the person who the scent of blood belongs to matches the person who she remembers smelling right before her neck had been snapped.
She picks out that Aiden and Kali, the female who had been beating Derek in the mall, are in the waiting room, which is right across from where the storage room she has currently found herself in. Uses the advantages of her vampiric side, Ophelia quickly speeds across into the examination room down the hall without either werewolf noticing.
Who she stumbles upon makes her freeze, although it isn't from fear. Far from it. If anything, Deucalion should be the one who's scared of her, and a tiny part of the man is. He's scared of her impulsivity. He's scared of her vampire side, as most people are. Most of all, he's scared of how loyal she is to not only Scott McCall, but to Derek and everyone else in Beacon Hills. Because deep down, he knows that with her in the town, he would never be able to get what he wants. Though, he doesn't show it.
What surprises Ophelia is how he doesn't flinch at her sudden presence, how he just stands with his hands casually folded behind his back. His only movements are to step away from Ennis who lays unconscious on the metal table, deep, bloodied claw marks across his torso. Her eyes flick between the body and the blind man, narrowing them as she takes the gesture he makes with his hand, one that encourages her what he knows she plans to do.
"Ophelia," Deaton whispers so quietly, only the two people in the room can hear him. He instantly has her attention. He shakes his head and silently begs her to just back away. She lets her face fall blank, giving him a look that could only be saying 'Why else would you have told me they were here?'
It takes approximately two seconds for Ophelia to place her hands on either side Ennis' neck, to sharply twist his head to the side, then to get the hell out of the clinic before one of the waiting werewolves got the chance to try and kill her. The sound of the bone snapping is so loud, it breaks through the deadly silence as if someone had fired a gun.
"Okay, mission's done, we can leave now," she speaks up, chuckling when both Hales jump at her voice.
A hand over his heart, Peter scowls at her sudden figure. "Do you mind?"
"No."
Cora glances between her friend and the clinic. "Did you-"
"Kill Ennis how he killed me? Yes." Ophelia brightly smiles when Peter only shakes his head at her reply and Cora sighs. "Now, we should really get out of here before-" Interrupting her warning, the back door to the animal clinic bursts open and Kali storms out with Aiden hot on her heels. The dark-haired Alpha falls to her knees and roars in agonising pain, like someone had hurt just her instead of Ennis. "That happens," she finishes grimly as Aiden crouches down to comfort the woman. "Okay, I'm going to leave, because I'm the criminal here."
Peter and Cora share a look and don't hesitate any further to follow suit as the hybrid speeds out of the area. Just as Ophelia stops by her car waiting further down the street, her phone vibrates from a message, and she realises that she hasn't checked in with her friends since earlier that morning.
sherlock fucking holmes
hi
hope you're awake
have you heard about derek?
ok it's been 5 hours so i'm assuming you have
fi
hello?
serious mode now
scott's hurt and he's not healing
i think it's really bad
Why the fuck didn't you tell me before?
Where are you?
firstly
i thought you were ignoring me
secondly
he said he was fine
now i've realised that was a lie
I was not ignoring you.
I was busy.
busy doing what?
killing someone?
no don't answer that
i'll send you our location
can you meet us?
Got it, will be there as soon as I can.
Make sure he stays awake
Right before Ophelia quickly explains her situation to the impatiently waiting uncle and niece, she makes sure to send a message to the person who has been on her mind all day.
sunshine ☀︎
You fucking bastard
If you're alive, tell me
Your sister and uncle have a vial of my blood
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Drumming his fingers on the cold tiles of the public bathroom, Stiles anxiously gnaws on his lip as they wait for their friend to arrive. It had been around five minutes since he had managed to get the bus to stop, and Scott isn't looking any better. "How much longer?" Allison questions, her eyes nervously flicking between the two boys.
The impatience in her voice is enough for him to snap back at her. "Look, she's getting here as fast as she can, okay? She just said to keep him awake." Stiles inhales deeply, focusing his attention back on the werewolf who has sweat coating his forehead and shallow breaths leaving his parted lips as he fights falling unconscious.
"Okay, maybe we need to think of something else. You know, in case she doesn't get here soon enough," Lydia suggests.
Right as both Allison and Stiles nod in agreement, commotion is heard from outside as waiting students shriek and yell out various profanities as the white wolf passes by them without a glance. Lydia quickly takes out the clothes she had put into her handbag, making sure to always keep a pair in her car since she had found out that her best friend is in fact a shape-shifting supernatural creature.
Allison and Stiles respectfully turn away as the wolf comes into view, the latter pulling the Argent out so they can try and deal with the aftermath of the cross-country team and Coach (mostly Coach) having been so close to such a 'dangerous' animal. Ophelia quickly shifts into her human form, giving Lydia a smile of gratitude as she takes the clothes from her, and pulls them on as the strawberry blonde follows the pair that have just left. She doesn't bother to fix how the shirt is inside out as she is more distracted by watching Scott's eyes flutter closed. She bites into her wrist and falls down to the floor beside him. "You idiot! Why didn't you say anything?"
Scott weakly turns his head over to her, just now acknowledging her. "You died, you didn't have to worry about me," he tries to reason.
Ophelia scoffs and holding her bloodied wrist up to his lips before the puncture marks heal over. "Scott, that's a shit reason and you know it." Once she is satisfied with the amount of blood he has drunk, she pulls away to carefully watch the boy as she washes the red stains off her skin.
"Thanks," Scott says, pulling his shirt back down as he tries to get over the fact how his previously bloodied and infected scratches have healed so rapidly.
She nods and grabs onto his hand to help him stand up. "No worries. Just don't go keeping shit from me 'cause you think it's what's best for me. You sound like my family."
"I thought I was your family..."
Rolling her eyes, Ophelia throws her arm around his shoulder, the two walking out of the bathroom. She pauses for a minute, before sighing and realising that he is right. "You know what, I think you are."
Scott's eyes widen in surprise, fully aware that she doesn't take subjects like this lightly. Then he remembers how she had been absent throughout the day. "What were you doing at home?"
"Killing Ennis."
"What the-"
"Scott!" Stiles prevents the pair's argument from kicking off, grabbing their attention with his urgent tone of voice as he leads them over to the fight that has only just begun. "They went after him. I told them why Fi was here, and they just went after him," he says, gesturing to Isaac who is sending punch after punch to Ethan, the Alpha defeatedly slumped against a trunk of a tree.
Ophelia's eyebrows raise, and she's slightly impressed that the Beta wolves finally built up the guts to actually do something. "Who?" Scott questions in alarm. "Boyd?"
Although Boyd is stood off to the side, meeting Ophelia's green eyes when he feels her staring. "You throw any?"
He nods as she joins his side, watching closely when Coach and Danny try to pull Isaac away. "A few. Felt good."
"Isaac!"
Scott's roar holds so much authority and power that if Ophelia didn't already know him, she would have assumed he holds the red eyes of an Alpha. The way he manages to snap Isaac out of his trance-like state by just yelling his name leaves her slightly- no, not slightly... she's impressed. Breathing heavily, the Lahey slowly turns around to Scott and backs away from Ethan.
Ophelia shakes her head to herself as she is immersed in her thoughts, only pulled out of them by Lydia. "Hey, are you coming with us? Or going back home?"
"I leave you guys for less than a day and Scott almost dies," she retorts back with a scoff. "Of course I'm coming with you. With your luck, wherever you go next, you're all going to die."
She rolls her eyes at her friend's dramatic response and links their arms together as they walk back over to the bus. "Oh, shut up," she chuckles.
"No, I'm serious," Ophelia deadpans. "I'm betting the bloody bus is going to crash."
"Stone, if I hear you say stuff like that, I'm banning you from ever getting on this thing again."
𝘖𝘏 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘖𝘋. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦. 𝘐 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.
𝘐𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘖𝘧𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘰 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳.
𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘥𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘉𝘜𝘛. 𝘌𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘋𝘦𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘤𝘰𝘵𝘵. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘌𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘖𝘧𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘔𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 ✨
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