Sabrina the Teenage Witch!Β² ━...

By salemshouse

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( π’π€ππ‘πˆππ€ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 π–πˆπ“π‚π‡Β² ) Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent under... More

SABRINA!
- 𝐀𝐂𝐓 πŽππ„
i. witch bitch
ii. hands off
iii. hold tight
iv. bad luck
v. almost love
vi. aries
vii. without me
viii. empty
ix. killin' it
x. just like lovers do
xi. bad time
xii. mistletoe
xii. i'm not a psychic
xiv. deep water
xv. different perspectives
xvi. the supernatural are real
xvii. the truth
xviii. cold blooded
xix. art at its finest
xx. ice bath
xxi. darkness is soon to follow
- 𝐀𝐂𝐓 π“π–πŽ
xxii. night terrors
xxiii. in-between state
xxiv. when is a door not a door
xxvi. electricity
xxvii. need to know information
xxviii. dark figures
xxix. broken mask
xxx. black magic
xxxi. unsolved case
xxxii. we are one
xxxiii. puzzle pieces
xxxiv. a new villian
xxxv. an offended spirit
xxxvi. trickster
xxxvii. echo house
xxxviii. stay awake
xxxix. done deal
xl. a new punch line
xli. chaos is come again
xlii. muted
xliii. she's free
xliv. whisper of death
xlv. insatiable
xlvi. final turn
xlvii. the divine move

xxv. sisters intuition

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       "SCOTT, I THINK I know what she was looking for." Stiles exclaims, showing the backpack to Sabrina and Scott. After Sabrina's mental break down, the girl Scott and Stiles had been trying to find the other night showed up at the school. As a coyote.

"You took the doll from the car?" Scott questions.

Stiles sighs. "Yeah, I thought you could use it! You know, for, like, her scent."

"Where did you get that?" An unfamiliar voice asks causing the trio to turn. "Where did you find this? It belonged to my daughter." The man snatches the doll out of Stiles hands.

"Sorry." Sheriff Stilinski interrupts. "Mr. Tate, I don't know how you heard about this-- if you have your own police scanner or what-- but you can't be here." As Stilinski tries to push Mr. Tate out of the doorway he suddenly stops, looking up questioningly at Mr. Tate. Stilinski pulls back Mr. Tate's jacket to reveal a gun.

"I have a permit." Mr. Tate mumbles, knowing he got caught.

"California schools are gun-free zones, permit or no permit. You need to leave, Mr. Tate. Now." Stilinski commands.

"You find that animal! You find that thing!" Mr. Tate snaps, before walking away.

-

"Xylazine. It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a Werecoyote, expect it to work within seconds." Deaton explains as Sabrina, Isaac, Scott, and Stiles crowd around the operating table. "I only have three. So, whoever's shooting needs to be a damn good shot."

"Allison's a perfect shot." Scott states.

"She used to be." Isaac exclaims. His statement caused Sabrina to think back to the other day when Allison almost shot her in the head.

"She can do it." Scott continues.

"If we manage to find the thing." Isaac mutters.

"Okay, what is the point of him?" Stiles questions irritably. "Seriously, I mean, what is his purpose? Aside from the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf, anyway? It's sixty-five degrees out!"

"Look, maybe I'm asking a question no one here wants to ask-- how do we turn a coyote back into a girl when she hasn't been a girl in eight years?" Isaac questions ignoring Stiles insult.

"I can do it." Scott tells him.

"You can?" Sabrina speaks up.

Scott nods. "You remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school? In the gym, he was able to make me turn using just his voice. Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery."

"This is a Werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone who can teach you?" Deaton lectures.

"That's why you called Derek first." Stiles mumbles.

Scott sighs. "Yeah, I could try it on my own... But, right now, I'm too scared to even change into just a Werewolf."

"We need a real Alpha." Stiles mutters causing Scott to glare at him. "You know what I mean! An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going! You know, get it--"

"Up?" Isaac supplies.

"Great. I'm an Alpha with... performance issues." Scott states.

"Oh, my God." Sabrina mutters in disgust.

"Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?" Deaton questions ignoring the teenagers banter.

"I wouldn't trust Peter." Sabrina begins.

"Maybe the twins?" Stiles supplies.

Deaton shakes his head. "They're not Alphas anymore. After what Jennifer did, almost killing them? It broke that part of them."

"Yeah, but what if they know how to do it?" Stiles continues.

"Nobody's seen them for weeks." Scott says.

"Actually, that's not totally true." Stiles states causing the group to look towards him question.

-

As the group meets up at Beacon Hills Preserve Lydia is the first to speak up. "Anyone else think we night be doing more harm than good?"

"We're trying to keep a father from killing his own daughter." Scott exclaims.

"Actually... we're trying to keep a guy from killing a coyote, who is actually his daughter... who we don't know how to change from a coyote back to his daughter." Isaac chimes in.

"Again with the not helping." Stiles snaps, annoyed.

Ignoring Stiles and Isaac, Scott turns to Allison. "Did you bring it?" Allison nods popping her trunk open, they watch as she pulls out a tranquilizer gun. Suddenly in the distance they hear gun shots. Knowing they were running out of time to save this girl Scott jumps on his bike, while Allison and Isaac go to find the werecoyote.

"It took the doll again? What the hell is so important about this doll?" Stiles questions, talking on the phone with his father.

"Probably, but listen to me. There are traps all over those woods... near the trails, probably near the car crash... And Tate is out there with a rifle. I want you to stay out of those woods. You got that?" Stilinski questions hoping his son would listen to him. "Stiles?" Sabrina and Lydia watch as a look of realization appears on Stiles face. Both girls turn to one another in confusion, not catching on to what Stiles was thinking.

"It's the doll." Stiles exclaims before hanging up on his father. "It's the...doll? All right, but why would it go all the way to the school and then all the way back to the house, just for a doll? One that was in the car wreck in the first place. We didn't find it in the coyote den."

"It likes the doll-- who cares?" Lydia questions, shrugging her shoulders.

"It likes the doll a lot." Stiles mumbles.

"What kind of doll is it?" Sabrina questions.

"I don't know... It's a doll, you know? It's got little arms, a big baby head, and dead soulless eyes." Stiles rambles. "Actually, I took a pic. Here." Stiles pulls out his phone showing the twins a picture of the doll.

"That's Malia?" Lydia questions pointing at one of the girls in the picture.

"Yeah. That's the jacket and the scarf we found in the den." Stiles explains.

"Stiles, she's not holding the doll." Sabrina exclaims.

"That's Malia's younger sister. That's her doll." Stiles realizes. "I know what she's doing."

"What?" Lydia questions.

"I know where she's going." Stiles states.

-

"Scott? It's me. You got to call me back as soon as you can. It wasn't Malia's doll-- it was her sister's. Malia left it at the car for her sister. It's like bringing flowers to a grave, okay? And we stole the flowers. So, that's all she's trying to do, right? Bring the doll back to the grave, to the car wreck. That's where she's headed-- the car wreck." Stiles explains, leaving a message for Scott as the trio trek through the forest.

"Guys." Sabrina calls her voice shaky as she looks down.

"Yeah." Lydia and Stiles mumble turning to face the blonde only to see she had one foot placed on an animal trap.

"Oh, my God." Lydia exclaims, her eyes widening as she looks at her sister.

"Sabrina, don't move." Stiles commands.

"Wasn't planning on it." Sabrina replies before becoming serious. "Look for a warning label."

"A warning label?" Stiles questions glancing down at the trap.

"Instructions on how to disarm it." Sabrina supplies.

"Sabrina, why the hell would they put instructions on the bottom of a trap?" Stiles breathes out.

"Because animals can't read." Sabrina snaps at the boy. Stiles nods his head before dropping to the ground, lightly brushing some leaves off of the trap so he could find the warning label.

"Sabrina, we got a problem." Stiles speaks up causing Lydia to drop to her knees besides him to see what he was talking about.

"Huh?" Sabrina questions.

"It's in a different language." Stiles states as Sabrina's eyes widen.

"Lydia can you read it?" Sabrina asks, looking down at her sister.

Lydia begins shaking her head. "I can't, Sab."

"Oh, my God." Sabrina begins to hyperventilate, on the edge of a panic attack.

"Sabrina calm down, calm down. Everything is going to be fine... We will wing it." Stiles states trying to make the blonde feel better.

"Wing it? Wing it?" Sabrina questions, her eyes almost popping out of her head. "Stiles if you 'wing this' and screw up I will no longer have a foot."

"It'll be fine." Stiles reassures. "Okay, here we go. Ready? You have to be quick." Sabrina takes a deep breath, nodding her head. "Okay, here we go." Moving faster than she even thought possible, Sabrina jumped out of the trap with assistance from Stiles and Lydia. The trio went tumbling to the ground as Stiles and Lydia pulled Sabrina as far away from the trap as they could.

"We did it." Sabrina breathes in amazement. "We did it!" The blonde pulls her sister and best friend into a hug as she tries to slow her pounding heart. "I can't believe that worked."

As the trio begins to pull away a loud roar in the distance causes them to smile. "Now that's what I'm talking about!" Stiles mumbles proudly.

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