Deaton ushered Daire and Scott over to a metal table full of left over supplies. He quickly grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol before turning back to the two teens.
"They're coming back so we don't have much time to talk, " Deaton began pouring some of the liquid onto a gauze.
Scott looked between the bottle and the cut on his stomach, unsure whether to trust his boss, "wh-what is that?"
"It's rubbing alcohol. Don't want it to get infected do you?" Deaton deadpanned.
Daire couldn't help but snort in amusement which earned her a glare from Scott.
Ignoring them Deaton continued to address Scott's wound, "You'll heal the same, just not as quickly because of Derek."
Scott raised an eyebrow, "Okay, how do you know all this? Actually how do you know anything?"
Deaton didn't bother to look up from the bandage he was placing on Scott's abdomen, "It's a long story, what I can tell you is that I know about your kind. Your kind I can help"
Daire couldn't help but interrupt, "what about me?"
Deaton looked up from the newly ripped piece of tape, "I'm sorry Daire, but now's not the time. We have more pressing issues at hand."
Dejected but knowing that he was right Daire nodded her head and fell back into silence, eyes on her blemish free skin. Skin that should still have Derek's scratches on them.
After finishing the bandage Deaton cast a glance at the dead body laying on the metal table, " This, this is something different."
"Do you know what did it?" Scott asked after tearing his gaze away from the gruesome sight.
The vet shook his head, "No, but the Argent's will."
Daire perked up at the mention of her family, already knowing what Deaton was going to tell Scott.
Deaton moved his gaze away from Scott and landed it on her, " Now this is the crucial part, you must find a kind of record or book. Full of descriptions, histories, notations, of all of the things they have discovered."
Scott tried to form a coherent sentence, "All the things? How many things are out there?"
Deaton opened his mouth to say more but at the sound of the front door opening he pushed the two teens towards the back door, "You know it right?" his gaze still on Daire's. She nodded and closed the door, pushing Scott against the wall and pressing a finger to her lips.
She could hear three sets of footsteps enter the back area of the office. Holding her breath she waited.
"I'm starting to think I need to buy a more prominent closed sign."
Daire couldn't help but grin at Deaton's snark.
"Hello Allen,"
Daire tensed at the sound of her grandfucker's voice.
"It's been a long time, the last I heard you had retired."
"The last I heard, you followed a code of conduct."
" If you hadn't noticed this body is one of ours,"
It came to no surprise that the owner of the second voice was her Uncle, Daire peaked into the glass pane of the door, curiosity getting the best of her.
"I did, I also noticed the gun powder residue on his finger tips. So don't assume that I'll be pursued by your philosophy, just cuz I'll answer a few questions." Deaton replied.
Irritation laced her Uncle's voice, " He was only twenty four."
"Killers come in all ages." Deaton clipped back.
"All ages, sizes and shapes. It's the last one that concerns us." The grandfucker replied.
"How 'bout you tell us what you found." Daire's uncle stated.
"See this cut?" Deaton asked before turning the head of the dead hunter and creating a loud snapping noise, "precise, almost surgical but this isn't the wound that killed him. This had a more interesting purpose."
"Relating to the spine?" Grandfucker asked.
"That's right, whatever made this cut laced it with a parricidal toxin. Potent enough to disable all motor functions." Deaton paused and gestured to the ten long gashes on the man's chest, "These are the cause of death. Notice the patterns on each side."
"Five, for each finger." Chris stated.
"For each claw." Grandfucker corrected.
"As you can see, it dug in, slashed upward taking root in the lungs and slicing through the rib cage with ease." Deaton continued.
"Have you seen anything like this before?" one of Daire's family members asked.
"No."
"Any idea at all?"
"No, but I can tell you it's fast, remarkably strong, and has the capacity to render it's victims essentially helpless within seconds." Deaton stated.
"Your saying we should be cautious, we get it." Daire rolled her eyes at her uncles response.
"I'm saying you should be afraid, be very afraid because in the natural world predators with paralytic toxins use them to catch and eat their prey. This prey wasn't eaten, that means whatever killed him only wanted to kill him. In fact killing may be it's only purpose." Deaton concluded.
Daire turned her head to look at Scott and muttered almost incoherently, "ah hell."
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Scott and Daire were sitting in the mechanic's parking lot amongst an ambulance and multiple police cars. Stiles texted them, stating something about a supernatural murder and the two of them drove right over.
Stiles opened the car door and sat down, running a hand over his shaved scalp.
"You okay?" Daire asked shifting over so she basically sat in between Scott and Stiles, despite sitting in the back.
"Barely," Stiles muttered, he turned over to face his friends, "You were right, it's not like you. It's eyes were reptilian."
"Like a lizard?" Scott confirmed.
"Wait so like Dr. Connors?" Daire asked.
Both boys turned to her and shared a 'so not helping' look. She shrugged , "Alright so not the time to bring up Spiderman. Anyways what about the Lizards eyes?" Daire asked still using the Spiderman super-villain name.
Stiles nodded, " There's just something about them."
Daire tilted her head confused, "What do you mean?"
"You know when you see your friend in a halloween mask? And you feel like you know them, but you just can't figure out who it is?"
"Are you saying you know who it is?" Scott asked wide eyed.
Stiles shook his head, "No but I think it new me."
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It had been one hell of a night and despite that every muscle and bone in Daire's body begged for sleep, she decided to sneak in some time to practice with her throwing knives. Headphones in and totally in the zone she didn't notice anyone else in the garage until an icy finger poked her in the shoulder blades. Startled, Daire gripped the person's wrist and pulled them against her body placing the knife she was holding under their throat.
"That's one way to greet your grandfather."
Realizing that the icy cold fingers did actually belong to her Grandfucker Daire let go and pulled out her headphones, "Next time don't sneak up on me when I'm holding a knife."
The old man chuckled, "I'll keep that in mind."
Placing the knife on the work bench in front of her she turned around, "What do you want?"
Gerard arched a gray eyebrow, "What happened to those manners of yours? I thought your mother taught you better."
Daire held back a growl, "Well I don't see why I need manners when all I am to this family is a broken weapon."
"Come now Daire, you know better than that. You're family plain and simple." Her eyes landed on the small metal pill case he held in his hand.
"Let's agree to disagree then, but I will repeat my question. What do you want?"
Gerard's entire persona seemed to shift. He was no longer a happy elderly man who just wanted to have a talk with his granddaughter. Now he was the leader of the hunters," I just wanted to ensure your loyalty to this family, I already had this talk with Allison, but Chris said that ever since you began to live with them that you no longer follow the code."
Daire picked up a throwing star and played with it between her fingers, "And neither do you apparently."
A grunt was the only indication of his discomfort for her defiance. She noticed it back when she talked to him in the principle's office, and it made her happy that she was getting under his skin.
"Watch your tone, young lady."
Daire glanced up at him, taking in his wispy gray almost white hair, his old weathered skin lined with wrinkles, and the small tin pill case gripped in his hand.
She didn't know if it was because she was now a supernatural predator, or the fact that he looked so much older and weaker than he did when she was a child, or if she was just stronger now that she finally felt like she belonged.
But he no longer scared her.
Feeling a newfound confidence, Daire rolled her shoulders back and met the cold eyes of the man who wanted to use her, "No, I wont watch my tone. And I will tell you the same thing I told Chris the night I found him down here polishing his gun. I'm not a little weapon you can control. I wont kill for you,"
Gerard opened his mouth but Daire wouldn't let him have an inch, " And don't you start spouting some crap about how we're killing monsters, because the real monsters are us. Trust me I know." She glanced at the ten scars that mar the insides of her wrists, "I don't care what your conniving plans are, but know this I follow my own code, je te protegerai, and if you try to hurt anyone I care about well," She grinned, "You wont be the one left unbroken."
Daire tossed the star at her Grandfucker.
"Goodnight."
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YOSH one more chapter done!!! I am so sorry for such a long hiatus, I honestly had no idea how I wanted to write the next couple chapters and I'm still not overly proud of this but I hope you all enjoy it. Also can we talk about the fact the Teen Wolf just finished filming their last episode *crie*, I will definitely try to start posting more but no promises because I'm an idiot.
I hope you all have a wonderful week
❤️ Ash