"This is how an A N G E L  D I E S..."

"Stop moving," Isaac hisses at me, wiping away at the blood on my forehead with a towel one of the paramedics had given him.

"I can't," I mumble," if I don't move then my ribs burn and if I do it burns even more."

"Well if you keep wincing and scrunching your face in pain then they will notice," he quietly yells. His blue eyes look behind me, over towards where the cluster of paramedics and officers crowd Lydia. Somehow we had managed to convince the officers and paramedics that the blood on my head was Lydia's. Even slightly dazed and tired Lydia had verified my plan, telling them a pretty convincing story.

I woke up minutes before all the humans had shown up, getting a brief overview of just what had happened. Sheriff Stilinski was taken by the crazy bitch and Darach known as Jennifer Blake. Scott had attempted to fight her but instead was launched straight into my, effectively knocking me out and breaking some of my ribs in the process.

"I need to get too Lydia," I mumbled, attempting to stand on my own feet.

Isaac gently pushed me back down with his long arms," no you don't. Your head might have healed but your ribs still aren't fully. You even try moving and you'll scream loud enough to alert them all."

"Then help me out here genius," I growled.

Isaac pursed his lips, looking around to make sure no one was looking. Everyone was too concerned with getting Lydia's side of the story, Allison and her father were also talking away from us. He nods, gripping both my hands in his own and shaking as he takes my pain. I shut my eyes, gritting my teeth as the pain slowly degrades from burns to small scratches.

"Okay," I drop my hands from his 10 seconds later," that's enough."

He nods,"you okay?"

I nod my head, searching around the room and realizing that two very important players were missing.

"Where's Stiles and Scott," I questioned, looking directly at him.

He blinks rapidly at me for a moment, debating wether to lie or tell the truth. In the end, he gives in," they went to tell Derek about her. Scott told me not to tell you cause he wanted you too heal first."

I growl," and I'm assuming he also said not to let me out of your sight under any circumstances."

He nods, forcing my mood to drop significantly low and that's saying a lot considering I already felt like going on a murder spree.

I hope off the table, my ribs protesting slightly as I casually walked over to Lydia. They had sat her upon one of the tables, one paramedic attending to her. Isaac let me go, walking over to the Argents.

"Hey," I sat down, whispering,"what's the prognosis."

"I'm being sent to a hospital," she answered back," what about you?"

My eyes registered the red marks across her neck, sending fury through me.

"Scott and Stiles left me here so they could deal with the bitch. Isaac is also keeping me watch so I don't sneak out." I growled, looking around at the broken window where Jennifer had made her escape.

"How are you?" She asked me, her eyes looking at my torso. I could tell she meant if I was healing.

I breathe in deeply, the pain pulsating for a moment,"still healing. Taking a little longer then normal considering she stabbed me with mistletoe. I guess that's the one good thing that came out of this though, now I know what not to touch. How are you?"

"About ready to go on a manhunt myself." She lowly answers. Her fingers lace around mine, squeezing my hand tightly and nodding her head." Go."

My eyes flicker to her in confusion,"what?"

"Go. Go get that bitch," she repeats. "I'll distract them."

I nod, watching as she gets off the table and wobbles for a moment, struggling to walk as Allison and Isaac jump to stop her. The paramedics also attempt to keep her still, reminding her she might be suffering from a concussion. I hope off the table, reaching for my car keys inside my sweater and hobbling as quickly as possible.

I'm sure Isaac has noticed my absence but by that time I'm long gone, already halfway to the loft. My ribs have begun to burn much more painfully, earning gritted teeth and small tears of pain to fall. I can feel them going right back into place, the bone building once again. It hurts like hell, but I know once I've reached the loft I will be okay. That's all that matters. I will be okay.

~~~~

"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia and Imelda," Scotts words were the first ones I heard as I reached the loft. I was soaking wet, freezing my ass off and still healing but I didn't give a shit. I was determined to get this bitch back and my powers were coming back. Healing was on its last leg and the rage had consumed.

"Lydia Martin? And Imelda Drake?" She questioned as if she was in disbelief. "I don't know anything about that."

"Actually bitch," I managed to say with a strong voice. Everyone's heads immediately shooting to me, Jennifer's heart sped up and eyes widened, demeanor takin an entire 180 as she realized Derek would believe me. "You do know everything about it."

Derek's jaw immediately tightened, voice changing to a completely darker tone as he took our side. "What do you know?"

"I know that these boys and her," she spat at the last of that statement, giving me a venomous look when I stood upright, "for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story. And one they can't prove, by the way."

She smirked at me, believing that this was our one flaw. However she didn't know Derek like I did, she didn't even know how well Derek knew me, and she was already losing this battle.

Just to prove my point further Scott walked closer to her, pulling out a jar from his back, "What if we can?"

Jennifer immediately took notice, stepping back frightened and looking around. She had nowhere to go and I was blocking the exit. "What is that?"

Scott uncapped the thing and explained, "My boss told me it's a poison and a cure... which means you can use it... and it can be used against you."

"Mistletoe?" She said in disgust, completely giving up on her act.

Scott threw it all over her, the powder revolving around her and consuming every visible part of her. A screech like growl came out and through the dust we could see a ripped face that no doubt was her true self.

Once the dust settled and everyone knew who she truly was Jennifer knew it was over, there was no turning back from this moment. So she attempted to run.

I was high on rage and adrenaline, my body shaking with its power at full potential so when she slipped from Derek and went to surpass me I dug my hand into her throat. My claws extended, eyes flashing a bright silver. She chocked on her own blood as I lifted her into the ground and slammed her down onto the ground. Without hesitation I pinned her underneath me, she had quickly healed from my hold too. I trapped her arms underneath my legs before she could make a move.

My eyes felt like they wanted to change even more, to flip a different color and switch inside my mind. I was drowning in my power, lust, and retribution. The homicidal part in my yelling to kill, to get it over with.

Stiles yelled out,"WAIT! IMELDA DON'T!"

When no one went to save her or stop me Jennifer finally screamed out," Derek! Wait! Wait! You need me!"

I bunched my fists up, sending a powerful blow across her jaw, and yelled out," THIS IS FOR TRYING TO KILL MY BEST FRIEND!"

Her head snapped in one direction, an effective crack sounding through the quiet room. I could hear the healing as it began and she turned back, blood running out of her mouth.

"THIS IS FOR KILLING ALL OF THOSE INNOCENT PEOPLE!" I once again slammed my hand on the other side of her jaw. The crack sounding and her struggles of pain a mere whisper against the pounding in my ears.

"THIS IS FOR CALLING ME HELEN OF MY TROY!" I screamed in frustration, lifting her head with both my hands and smacking it back so a loud crack was heard. She was healing in seconds after it all, which meant I could inflict even more pain. I pulled at her hair to gain her attention as she spat out blood and desperately  hoped for some help. "I WILL NOT, NOR EVER WAS A TOY FOR ALL YOU BASTARDS TO FIGHT OVER! IM THE MOST POWERFUL SUPERNATURAL CREATURE THIS WORLD HAD EVER SEEN! YOU CANNOT BEAT THE CONQUERER!"

"DEREK! IM THE ONLY PERSON THAT CAN SAVE YOUR SISTER!" She yelled out, trying to get one of them to pay attention as I placed my hands at the base of her throat and slowly let them sink in.

"Don't you worry about that," I growled. My body had taken to doing its own thing and fully went into killer mode. "I'll save her myself."

"IMELDA STOP!" Stiles yelled louder.

"STILINSKI! Your fathers life is in my hands," she yelled out to the one person trying to stop me.

"DEREK STOP HER!" Scott yelled out, but the alpha made no move. He wanted me to do this, they would too. After everything they would be grateful I did this.

"We will find him," I answered for her, "we will find him. You'll be too dead to ever see it, and I'll make sure this time it's for fucking sure."

I didn't care, nothing in me cared about her death. I craved it more then anything, she had caused us all so much pain and death was a gift I would give her. What I wanted to do was beyond words and only something a dark and sinister person like myself could conjure. Death was good enough in this moment though, it would be over after this.

Scott reached me, he grabbed my hand before it ripped her throat out. I looked up, catching his chocolate brown eyes staring past the blood coating my face and directly into my mind. He gently shook his head, moving my palm from Jennifer's throat.

"You don't want to do this." He told me solidly, instead lacing my hand with his. "I've got your back."

When he and first uttered those words I always imagined he meant that he would never let anyone kill me, never let anyone come near enough to hurt me but that was merry the surface. Scott was here to pull me out of the thunderstorms and tornadoes that pulled me into this moment. He was here to more then protect, he was here to keep light.

I felt the change in mood instantly, letting out a breath I had held in since attacking Jennifer. He gently gave me a look of affection, relaxing now that I wasn't going to kill Jennifer.

"That's right. You need me. All of you." Jennifer spoke, with a wicked twist in her words. She knew that for another set of hours she would live, she would have us to protect her.

I frowned, breathing deeply.

"We do need you," I said through gritted teeth, swinging my fist out against her temple with so much strength it knocks her unconscious. "We need you bitch, you don't need to be awake for it though."

~~~~

After wiping away most of the blood from my face Scott decided it was best for me not to drive alone, apparently he thought I would go killer all over again. He also determined driving in the same car as an unconscious Jennifer and bloodthirsty Derek was not the best option so I promptly say in the back of Stiles jeep. Cora Hale was dying, Jennnifer had managed to sneak her mistletoe and now the brunette beta was dying of poison. We were in route to save her with Jennifer being dragged along, literally.

There was sever thunderstorms going around, the roads hazardous to drive upon but somehow we made it to the evacuating hospital.

The winds blew strongly as we got out of the car and waited for Derek to show up with the bitch.

"I don't know," Stiles mumbles as he rifled through the back of his jeep. He spoke to both Scott and I, "something feels wrong about this. You know, we proved it to Derek, but she still had this look like it didn't matter. You know, like it was all still going according to plan. You saw it, didn't you guys?"

Scott and I looked at one another, my mind flashing to mere moments before I knocked her unconscious. The antagonizing tone in her voice supporting Stiles statement. I nodded my head, waiting as he pulled something out of the jeep.

"What's that?" I asked as something wooden came out.

"Dude is that my moms bat?" Scott asked slightly amused.

Stiles looked down at the device in his hands with a guilty nod. Blinking rapidly he liked bat at us, "Well, you guys get claws and ninja skills. I get a bat."

"Oh god," I said bewildered," do not swing at anything in there and stay behind me."

Melissa was the first person I caught site of as we walked in. Lights flickered above us and everyone who wore scrubs, in one form or another, ran around like chicken with their heads cut off. Patients were also being pulled out of the hospital in clusters. Melissa caught site of us and rushed over to us, speaking to her son, "Scott! Scott! What are you doing here? The hospital's evacuating."

"We're here for Cora." He answered his mother.

"What, all of you?" She questioned, looking at the 5 of us. "Why does Stiles have my bat?"

Stiles looked speechless for a moment so Scott went back to the subject at hand, "Mom, just trust me on this. You need to get out of here. Right now.l

She nods, seeing the severity of the situation, "The building is supposed to be clear in 30 minutes. We've got two ambulances that are coming back. One's 10 minutes out, the other's 20. Cora needs to be on one of those. They'll be picking up in the basement garage."

I nodded, taking in the information as Scott nodded to his mother, "Got it. Okay."

I offered her a small smile as we all rushed past and into an empty elevator.

Derek walked in last, a tight grip on the top of Jennifer's arm.

She looked annoyed, pursing her lisp as the elevator doors closed. "You don't have to keep me on a leash, Derek. I'm going to help."

In response Derek tightened his grip on her further. She looked at us all, Stiles tightening his grip on the bat when she looked at him to show he meant business. Scott simply kept a serious face at her.

When she twisted her head to look at me I noticed how her eyes scanned the small dots of blood scattered across my skins still. They weren't noticeable but if you had supernatural senses then they were a red flag.

I thrived on the fear in her eyes and smirked, answering," don't look at me for help sweetheart. I would have stuck my claws into the back of your skull and kept you on a leach like that."

She abruptly turned back.

Once we reached the correct floor and the elevator made that ding noise it always did followed by the doors opening we all stepped. The rooms were fairly empty, not a soul in site and when we reached Cora's room a problem arises. All that was in the room was black vomit filled with mistletoe. We all went to say something when the nearest double doors burst open and Peter slid across the floor.

"Derek. We got a problem. Big problem." He saidx fear and exhaustion in his voice.

The alpha in transformer mode came through the doors, growling loudly. Scott and Derek immediately attacked, or distracted, as they get thrown around the room. I go to try and lend a helping hand but Stiles grabs my arm and pulls me back.

"Help me." He yells at Peter or I, bringing us to where an unconscious Cora was laying. Peter took his niece, carrying her in his arms and running down the hall with us.

It was this moment, amidst the chaos and possible death that I realized today was the worst fucking day to wear heels and a skirt. I somehow managed to keep up in the death trap of shoes. The only positive things was I had chosen to wear boy shorts underneath, so my thighs wouldn't give me a rash, and I was pretty damn flexible but from now on it was sneakers and leggings, I swear it.

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" I felt Derek and Scott behind us. The alpha yelling and pushing me down the hall as I was behind Peter and Stiles. When we came across a set of double doors and another behind that we went straight through them. Stiles held the door for Peter to go through once we were inside one set of double doors. Unfortunately the twins were right behind us, so it was this moment that Stiles decided to ignore my warning for him earlier.

He went back, standing next to the double doors just as we all went to run away.

When the twins came straight through Stiles decided to slam his wooden bat across their conjoined head, effectively breaking the bat like it was the World Series and he was one swing away from winning. It did little to no pain towards the twin, instead causing them to growl at him and go to attack.

I mentally reminded myself to scream at Stiles after this was over, hopefully if we were alive too, and then launched myself forward. I slid between their legs, earning their attention and then stabbing one of my heels into the back of their thigh. They huffed in pain and tried shaking me off but I wasn't done, with the little boost that gave me I lifted myself all the way onto their neck and wrapped my legs around them. What I was trying to do was keep them entertained as Scott ran forward and grabbed one of the swinging light beams above their heads. The twins Didn't notice due to me hanging off them like a spider monkey but just when I jumped off they met, face first, with its glass and steel. They toppled over in front of me, barely missing me as I jumped over them and grabbed the arm of the attempted batman.

"What did I say earlier Stilinski!" I growled, pushing him in front of me.

We ran as far as possible from the twins, hiding inside an OR room. Peter set Cora gently down on one of the tables as we all looked around at one another.

"Wheres Ms. Blake?" Stiles asked after we had all caught our breaths for a moment.

I looked around, trying to catch site of the bitch. She was gone.

"She's gone," Scott said aloud.

"What do you mean? What does that mean? Like, she's gone? Scott, are you kidding me?" Stiles did not take it well at all, speaking loudly.

"Shh, quiet." Derek came to join our little group.

"Me be quiet? Me, huh? Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic, mass murdering girlfriend... the second one you've dated, by the way... has got my dad somewhere, tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed?" Stiles screamed at him, I could see just how much this was affecting him. He was on a very thin line between calm and blowing his fuse.

"Stiles, they're still out there." Scott tried to remind his best friend.

"And... and they want her, right? Which means now we don't have her either, so my dad and Cora are both dead!" Stiles yelled, looking a girly at Derek.

"Not yet." Scott shook his head, looking at Cora quickly. Asking Peter "Is she really dying?"

"She's definitely not getting any better." Peter answered, looking over his niece. Everyone stared at me then, asking if I was willing to try. I knew what Jennifer had said earlier but it might have been a lie to help herself.

Nodding slightly I walked forward, standing over Cora and touching my lips to hers. They were cold and dead, but above all us they induced a sickening twist in my stomach. Within  seconds of attempting to heal her I reeled back into my heels and turned my head, vomiting up the same black goo Cora had done minutes ago.

Everyone looked around, Stiles looking at me concerned as I wiped my mouth and coughed out.

She can't. Only I can. I can save her, and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is. But there is a pack of alphas in this hospital who want me dead. So I'll help you... but only when I'm out of here and safe. Only then." Jennifer came in through the back double doors, standing in front of all of us. Looks like the bitch was telling the truth before.

Derek immediately went to attack, and probably kill her as Scott stopped him, "Derek, wait!"

"She was trying to get out." He growls out in protest.

"I was trying to keep from getting killed. You can't blame me for that." She tries to reason.

"Bullshit!" I yell out.

"If you want to show you're one of the good guys, then heal her." Stiles attempted to bargain. Jennifer shakes her head at him, "Not until I'm safe."

Peter quickly speaks up, "I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion. Let's torture her."

I raise my hand," I'll do the torturing. I'm sure ripping her eyeballs out won't kill her."

"Have I mentioned how much I like you over Scott?" Peter randomly said.

"Works for me." Derek nods along, the 3 of us going to grab her gene the speakers around the room turn on.

Melissa's voice comes through, "Um, can I have your attention? Mr. Deucalion... excuse me, just Deucalion... Requests you bring the woman calling herself Jennifer Blake to the E.R reception. Do this, and everyone else can leave. You have ten minutes."

Scott stood next to me, slightly knocking back when he realized where his mom was. We all looked around shocked.

"Scott..." my voice trailed off, not really knowing exactly what to say in this situation.

Jennifer immediately spoke up, He's not gonna hurt her."

"Shut the fuck up." I growled at her, fed up with the bullshit.

"He won't! Scott, you know why. Tell them it's true." Jennifer revealed.

"What does she mean?" Derek turned to look at Scott.

Jennifer answered, "You and Imelda are not the only one he wants in his pack. Deucalion doesn't just want an Alpha pack. He wants perfection. That means adding the rarest of alphas to his ranks."

"A true Alpha." Peter breathed out after he come to the conclusion.

Scott looked at me, both of us remembering earlier in the day with Morrell.

"What's that?" Stiles asked my unanswered question.

"The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another. One that can rise by the force of his own will. Our little Scott." Peter looked at the beta next to me. He looked almost disappointed that he hadn't realized it sooner.

"It doesn't matter. We still need to get her out of here." Scott ignored the revelation.

"Scott, your mom..." Stiles began to remind him but was cut off.

"My mom said there's one more ambulance coming in 20 minutes. And I don't think we've been here that long, so if we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, we can get out of here." Scott went into planning mode.

"The twins aren't gonna let us just walk out." I spoke, looking through the windows.

"I'll distract them." He suggests.

"You mean fight them." I deadpan, ready to reject the answer to our problem.

"Whatever I have to do." He stays with determination to me.

"I'll help you." Derek agrees.

"Um, sorry, but I'm not going anywhere without you, Derek." Jennifer cuts in, earning an eye roll from me.

"I'm on Stiles watch," I reminded him, Stiles scoffing at my words.

"I'll do it. But I'd prefer to be out there with an advantage." Peter finally agrees.

"An advantage like what? You mean like a weapon?" Stiles asks.

"Something better than a baseball bat," Peter says.

I snort, looking around," you can say that again. Okay everyone spread out."

Stiles jumps up about 15 seconds of us looking through cabinets. "Hey, wait. What about these"

I looked up to see him holding a defibrillator. Derek blinked once at him and asked, "Do you know how to use those?"

"Well, no." Stiles answered.

I rolled my eyes and took them out of his hands, "Put them down before you shock someone."

"Epinephrine?" Scott shot UO with a giant needle of the stuff.

"That's only gonna make him stronger." Derek retaliated.

"How strong?" Peter questioned. My mind racing alongside his as I grabbed both needles form Scotts and walked over too Peter.

Without warning I stabbed them directly into his chest," this is for smacking me against the head with a brick before you dick. And now you can wolf out."

He hopped off the table, jumping up with widened eyes and a racing heart. Scott nodded at him, both of them walking out of the room just as the twins neared.

Derek picked up Cora, my fingers latching onto Stiles jacket just in case he decided to run be batman once again.

We ran through the hospital, all the way down into the basement where we found the ambulance.

"It's still here!" Stiles sighed in relief, opening the back doors and helping Derek pull Cora in.

Once she was in there Derek lifted me into the ambulance without a hesitation, and to my surprise. Jennifer watched this and then looked over, signaling Derek follow her.

"Oh Julia..." Kali's voice taunted, Stiles and I looking at one another as we shut the doors and Derek ran with Jennifer.

"Shit," I whispered, pressing my back tightly a against the ambulance walls.

"You okay?" Stiles asks me.

I nod my head," as okay one can be in this situation. What about her?"

"Oh god Why does she look like she isn't breathing?" Stiles questions, both of us immediately hovering over her.

"Because she isn't breathing, oh fuck? She isn't breathing! Stiles do something!" I whisper yelled.

"Oh, no. Oh, God. Oh, no, no, no." Stiles panicked. Lifitng his fingers to her chin. "I can do this. Here we go, tilt the head. Fingers on the chin. Clear the throat. Great, nothing. I see nothing. Okay, all right, so, uh... just pinch the nose and blow. Oh, come on, Cora. Come on, Cora."

He blows into her mouth, doing the Heimlich Maneuver as I watched in anticipation.

He breathed into her mouth and other time, coming back up for air, "Come on. Oh, come on, Cora. Come on, breathe. Come on, Cora, breathe. Oh!"

She sucked in a huge breath, the both of us sighing out in relief.

"You know, next time I put my lips to your mouth, you better be awake." He talked to her, a smile reaching my lips.

"You've just joined the kid isn't Hales group, and for bonus points your first kiss with theme as vomit filled like mine was," I murmured to him, both of us sitting back. He smiled slightly, sighing out.

"I'm starting to think she was right," Stiles mumbles to me a short while later.

"What?" I question, furrowing my brows.

"Calling us a bunch of stupid kids that find bodies, I'm starting to think she was right.... I don't want to find my fathers body Imelda. I can't deal with that," the last part is said a bit jumbled up, like he was on the verge of crying.

I shake my head, tugging his hand with my own.

"You're not gonna find your fathers dead body," I shook my head," you're not going to die either. I'm not letting that happen."

"Yeah, let's hope someone comes up with a plan in the meantime," he mumbles, pressing his head into my shoulder.

We stayed there for awhile, in silence and waiting for something to happen.

Stiles and I jumped when we heard growling coming near, looking at one another I swallowed heavily.

"Stiles, the twins got away from them," I mumbled.

"Oh god, they are going to find us," he panics.

I shake my head, "no, no they are not."

Stiles begins to notice how I stand, moving towards the back doors," what are you doing!"

I looked back, pausing," saving the both of you."

With that I jumped out of the car, hearing the twins near and preparing myself to run. My heeled boots hadn't been that much of an obstacle although I'm assuming this would really put them to the test.

"Hey!" I yelled out, watching as they came from around the corner.

My fists bunched up, them growling in anger at me.

"Come and get me," I mumbled and ran into the hospital.

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