Chapter 18:
Sylvia
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"Scott. Scott?"
The brown eyed teenager looked up at his best friend who was giving him a concerned look. The true alpha was trying really hard to not panic but it was hard not to when his girlfriend suddenly disappeared from the hospital. He was also sure that he had her whisper his name, unless it had been his imagination playing a trick on him. "What?"
"They found the footage of Imogen in the cafeteria." Stiles said, gesturing for him to look at the screen on the computer screen of Ben's computer. He had been pulled away from his work when they came to him worried about Imogen's sudden disappearance.
Ben stared at the screen with an anxious look as his niece's boyfriend stood next to him. "There she is with Lia." The doctor muttered, pointing to his niece sitting across from the blonde. It looked like they were having a tense conversation.
"She's getting up." Scott furrowed his brows, seeing how Imogen looked like she struggling to walk. "Is that Isaac?" His heart dropped when he saw the beta suddenly lift the witch as she started to lose consciousness and walked behind the blonde who seemed to have a dark expression.
"Dammit!" Ben banged his hand on his desk in anger, startling the three teenagers. He ran a hand over his face, feeling frustrated that this happened.
Lydia's eyes filled with annoyance when she saw the little smirk the blonde wore. "I knew there was something off about her." She muttered, clenching her fists. She should have voiced her wariness of the blonde but she had thought that maybe it was just all in her head.
"Do you know why Lia would take Imogen?" Scott asked the older man, desperately needing to know just what kind of danger his girlfriend was in. "Or why Isaac would help her."
"Don't worry about Isaac, he's under some mind control. If you look closely, he has a mark on his neck that Lia probably marked him with." Ben said, exhaling. "As for Lia, she's obviously working with Sylvia."
Scott paled. "You think Sylvia is the one behind Imogen disappearing."
"I know she is." The doctor scowled, his eyes filled with hatred for his older sister. "I knew it was only a matter of time before she made her move. I'm guessing that Imogen figured out that Lia was working for Sylvia and called her out on it." He clenched his jaw. "What I don't understand is why she would confront Lia alone."
Stiles looked at them with a serious expression. "Well it doesn't matter right now because we need to find them. If what Imogen told us is true, then her aunt doesn't plan on keeping her alive."
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She groaned, her eyes adjusting to lighting in the room or lack of that is. She blinked away the drowsiness of the drug and tried to pull her arms and gasped when she realized that her hands were restrained to a chair she was currently sitting in.
"Finally awake, dear niece."
Her head snapped over to the woman sitting in front of her in her own chair. Her breath hitched in her throat when her gaze clashed with icy blue eyes that bore into her with amusement. "It's you." She whispered, her voice laced with anger bordering hatred. This was the woman who took away her mother.
Sylvia smirked, "You look so much like Viola." She mused, tilting her head at the flash of fury in her niece's gaze.
"Don't say her name!" She snapped angrily, her fists clenched. "You don't have a right! Not after what you did!" The older woman not seeing the ties around the girls wrist loosen slightly.
"Well you definitely have your father's temper." The woman said slyly causing the girl to stare at her with a wide eyed expression and her lips clamped shut. She leaned forward a bit, enjoying the reactions she was getting. "Oh, come on, Imogen... You surely had to have realized by now just who your father is. Or at least guessed by now."
Imogen swallowed thickly, her nails digging into her palms. "I-I don't know what you're talking about." She whispered.
Sylvia sighed, "Please. You and I both know there's no denying it. I'm sure you must have noticed when you were trying to find me using those locator spells. It had to have happened a few times. I mean, I know your mother had Grace hide his presence from you just in case you ever tried looking for him but we both know that you're now much stronger than her."
The young witch's mind flashed to the last couple of times she had used the locator spell using her own blood. She knew that her only family were her uncle Ben and Sylvia which led her to believe that there would be only two markings on the map but when she did it, the drops of blood had dispersed around Beacon Hills and in South America.
She had found the image weird and thought it was wrong and tried doing the spell once more. Only it did it again and she could only stare at the map for so long before she wondered if it was some trick being played on her. She denied it vehemently because it couldn't true. Or rather, she didn't want it to be true.
Because if it was true then that would mean that she was the daughter of the man who her friends practically hated and distrusted of. He wasn't a good person and it was for that reason that she chose to block the thoughts out of her mind. She had done everything in her power to avoid him but she also couldn't help but yearn to know the truth. It was why she suggested he come to help Stiles.
It was not only to help her friend but for her own selfish reasons. There was a reason why she always found his eyes familiar. It was because whenever she looked in the mirror, she was seeing his.
Her breathing got heavier, her bottom lip quivering slightly. "It's not true." She croaked, she refused to accept that he was her father.
"Oh, but it is. Peter Hale was the love of your mother's life and you were the product of their love." Sylvia couldn't help rolling her eyes in disgust at the memory of the two. "I honestly could never understand how your mother could love a beast like him, but I mean, it worked out for me."
"Why did you kill her?" Imogen asked, changing the subject away from that man. She didn't want to focus on him. "She was your sister. It can't be just about power."
Sylvia eyed her, letting out a laugh. "Oh, but it is." She leaned back in her seat. "I hated how magic always skipped a generation. I was envious whenever my mother would use it around us and I wanted that kind of power. So, I made friends with a dark witch who used dark magic. And I'm sure you know that dark magic goes against nature and me having access to magic was against nature itself. I wasn't meant to be a witch but she made it so I could be. The only way that I could access any kind of magic was to kill a member of my family who have magic and since it was only mother, it had to be her."
"But then why come after me?" She demanded and paused, a flash of realization passing through her gaze "Unless, your running out of it."
"My mother was old and powerful but still old. It's like draining a battery. She was already running out." Sylvia stared at her with a smirk. "While you are young and have a battery fully charged. If I kill you, it'll last me until the end of my days." She paused, "That is unless I use an immortality spell then I won't ever have to worry about running out. I didn't have that power before but once I kill you, it'll be more than enough."
"You're insane." Imogen spat out.
Lia walked in, not even looking at the tied up witch and looked straight at Sylvia. "Where is my mother?" She asked in a strong tone, ready to leave with her mother.
Sylvia's lips straightened, her eyes never leaving her niece who was looking at the blonde with an irritated expression. "I honestly can't remember. It's been a few months since I had her buried in the back." She said nonchalantly.
The blonde paled. "Y-You killed her?" Her brown eyes filled with betrayal and fury. "But, you promised if I helped you, you would let us go." It was the only reason she had done everything she did. At first she had hesitated in hurting Imogen because she was a good friend to her but the thought of losing her mother trumped it all. She would've let Sylvia kill everyone as long as her and her mother could leave alive. But everything she had done was for nothing. Her parents were dead.
Imogen glanced down at her bound wrists and bit the inside of her cheek. She knew that the spell she had found in the grimoire was something she would have to use in order to finally end Sylvia.
"I never said I would let you go. I said I'd let you see your mother. I can try and show you where she is or put you next to her but, I was never going to let you leave here alive." Sylvia tutted, staring at the blonde in contempt. "I mean, I could let you live as my servant but we both know that you'd only try to betray me." She saw the pure hatred the girl had for her and exhaled, looking back at her niece as she flicked her hand.
Imogen's eyes widened in horror when she saw Lia raise her hand to use a spell and just when Sylvia flicked her hand, the blonde's neck snapped and her body dropped to the ground. "Y-You..." She couldn't even form words as she stared at the girls body on the ground. The girl may have betrayed her but Imogen never wanted the girl to die. She didn't want anyone else to die.
Sylvia saw her expression and exhaled. "She betrayed you and you feel sorry for her?" She scoffed. "How weak."
"She did horrible things and she worked for you but she didn't have a choice. She did everything for her family and you lied to her." She said, her voice thick. "You made her believe that she was going to be with her only family again." Her blue eyes shining with hatred. "You're a horrible person."
"Mmhmm. This might be a bad time to tell you then."
Her eyes flickered away from the body on the floor to Sylvia. "Tell me what?"
Sylvia pursed her lips, "Well, if you haven't noticed that Grace has probably been missing for a while now and you've probably tried to search for her."
There was a long silence between them as she took in the older woman's expression. "No." She shook her head, not wanting to hear it. "She isn't. You didn't."
She smirked, "Grace came by and tried to kill me. She could've killed me if she wanted to had it not been for blondie over there. It was a little difficult to kill her but we managed and now she's in the back with the rest of the Davis family." She informed her, enjoying the reaction she was getting.
Her eyes filled with tears and she choked back her sobs of grief. "You're going to pay." She whispered lowly.
"What was that?" Sylvia leaned forward tauntingly. "I didn't hear you." She jumped back when the girl suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly. The older woman glared in annoyance at how her niece had managed to free one of her hands. "Sit back down!" Imogen was flung back in her seat and the rope was tied back around her wrist. "Now don't do it again. If you do, then I might have to kill someone else... like that love sick beta that trails after you like a lost puppy."
Imogen bit back any retort she had when she saw Isaac walk into the room with that same glazed expression. With the anger she had, it had slipped her mind that he was the one that had carried her. "What did you do to him?"
"This little mark right here makes sure that he follows every single one of my commands." She told her, pointing to the marking on Isaac's neck. "Now behave." Imogen could only stare at her friend, anxious about him getting hurt because of her.
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"Anything?" Ben looked at Omar with a desperate look on his face as he eyed the map in front of the hybrid.
Omar sighed, giving him a sad look. "No, I can't find her. Sylvia is blocking me." They along with the three teenagers were all in the Lewis Household trying to figure out how to find Imogen. "What about you three? Any ideas?"
"WHERE THE HELL IS SHE?!" They all jumped at the sound of the front door slamming open and Peter barged in with a furious expression. His gaze falling on Ben who simply sighed. "You told me she was safe and okay and now she's missing!? Again!" He snapped, practically stomping over to him. "Actually, scratch that, kidnapped by your sister who wants to kill her!"
Derek walked in, shutting the door behind him as he gazed curiously at his uncle who had practically bolted from the loft the second he told him that Imogen was taken. It had been an unexpected reaction and Peter hadn't given him any answers.
"I'm sorry, but what are you doing here?" Stiles asked, frowning in their direction as he stood in between his best friend and the girl he was in love with. He looked at Ben. "What is he doing here?"
Scott stared at Peter warily. "Why are you here, Peter?"
The former alpha didn't look in their direction as he glared at Ben who gave him a blank look. "He's Imogen's father." He said bluntly and looked over at Omar and handed him a grimoire. "Try using this to connect to the ancestors. They might help since Imogen is one of them and they probably hate my sister since she's killed one of their own."
Scott, Derek, and Stiles all had varying expressions of shock as they looked at Peter who was still glaring at Ben. "That can't be true. Imogen is nice and you're not." Stiles stammered, pointing at the former alpha. "Not to mention, that you've tried to kill us before." His eyes fell on the quiet strawberry blonde who didn't look shocked. "Did you know?"
"I've only known for awhile. Peter had me contact his dead sister using her claws when Allison and I went to ask him if he could tell me anything about my banshee powers." She said, her eyes not really focused on him.
Derek stared at his uncle. "You're a father." He muttered in disbelief.
"That's why you said her name." Scott realized, recalling how Peter had been demanding a name and Lydia had given him Imogen's name.
"He only helped us in return for knowing who his child was." She gave Ben an apologetic look. "I wanted to ask you first about it but we needed to help Stiles."
The doctor sighed. "I don't really care that you told him, Lydia. I just wish you would've spoken to me first." He gave them a serious look. "Look, right now we need as much help as we can get to find my niece."
Omar gasped, having tried to contact the ancestors through the grimoire and had managed to find something else as well. "Did you find out where she is?" Ben, Scott, and Peter asked in unison, all their tones varying.
The hybrid set down the grimoire on the counter and pointed on the map, "She took her here."
"That's near where we used to live back when we were children." Ben said, staring at the place on the map. "I didn't move Imogen and I there because it was almost near the edge of town. Also, because that house was built right on top of a witch burial ground and I didn't want Imogen being bothered by our ancestors." The closer they lived to the ancestors, the easier it would be for her to be perturbed by their presence.
"Well, let's go then." Peter said, ready to head out the door and save his daughter.
Scott was quick to follow him and so was everyone else. They had to save Imogen from her Sylvia before it was too late.