featuring...

AUDREY SANCHEZ
( vanessa rubio )

RAYMOND SANCHEZ
( ramon rodriquez )

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"The Truth About Audrey"

***

Audrey Sanchez was having a particularily bad vision. 

And that was coming from a women who considered telling the future a regular day activity. For as long as she had remembered, visions plagued her very being like a tumor may corrupt ones brain. It snaked deep into her bones, leaving a trail of darkness in her that never failed to leave, but wasn't always painful. 

 Audrey liked to think of her odd abilities as qualities of the River Styx. Growing up, she loved to read stories about Greek Mythology, a trait that she passed on to her son. Oliver liked the story of Achilles, fond of the thought of being invincible, only having one weakness that could be concealed. The River Styx may be painful and fatal to most, but it could grant one unimaginable power...

Audrey wasn't the biggest fan of that power. 

 It all technically started a century ago, in western Columbia. Audrey's family - the Gonzalez's - were known a long time ago for being witches. It wasn't witches, however, it was a mere complication with a possession. Audrey liked hearing myths, but legends were a whole other story. Especially when they were directly linked to your family... as she recounted, Santiago Gonzalez had made a deal with some mythical force for unmatched power, in return for a curse to befall his bloodline. Instead of the  strength or skill that was anticipated, he was burdened with the capricious ability to tell the future. 

 It was all a curse in itself. Small glimpses of things on the edge of the horizon... most of the time too close to be prevented. The ability was triggered by the return of the supernatural, so that no matter how far you run, it always follows. 

 Audrey thought that it sucked, and whenever she looked at her son, she found herself praying that he wouldn't inherit it. 

 This particular vision was unlike any she had ever experienced. Sixteen is the usual age when it is triggered, but Audrey had been getting hers for a much longer period of time. Her mother says that it had been since she was seven, but her father said that she was being dramatic, and she was thirteen when they began. She never got a solid answer, but all the women knew was that she was so used to the hazy feeling in her head that it couldn't surprise her anymore. 

 Well, this surprised her. 

 At first, she just saw a winding road, unfamiliar to Audrey's mind. She knew pretty much every street in San Juan, so seeing an unfamiliar road was enough to cause her immediate concern. She could recognize her husbands car, driving at a speed that she knew he wouldn't push without pursuit.  

 The vision shifted, and she caught sight of her son. Ollie looked like he did nearly all the time, tired, with messy hair and a textbook in his hands. He seemed to be the same age he was in the present, and when Audrey caught sight of her husbands face, her suspicions were confirmed. 

 It cut out with a shake and the sound of yelling in her mind, the clear image of the car flipping off the road painting itself on the back of her eyelids. 

 And then it changed. 

 Audrey couldn't see anything familiar in the surroundings of her vision, but a face in the middle was unmistakable. It was Oliver, but he wasn't the baby-faced pre-teen she was used to seeing. He was all grown up, perhaps sixteen or seventeen. 

 That was enough to frighten Audrey. She had never had a vision so far into the future. Still, the face was without a doubt that of her son's. Older, handsome, with the same messy hair and naturally scowling expression. He looked more like his father, all sharp edges and dark eyes. He had scars on his face that made a cold feeling trickle down her spine, and when he spoke, his voice was deep - almost frightening. 

 "You'll have to kill me first." 

And then his face changed, appearing as if he was truly in pain. 

 And then it cut off. 

 The effects of the real world slammed back into Audrey at the speed of light, making a startled yell leave her lips as her knees hit the ground, pain brimming beneath her eyes as she registered that her entire body was shaking. She felt a hand on her arm and subconsciously jerked away, taking a moment to register that she was, indeed, in the present. 

 Her husband stared down at her, concern evident in his dark eyes. His face was pinched with concern, and when Audrey glanced over his shoulder, she saw Oliver - clutching a baseball bat in his hands that was much too big for his body. 

 "Audrey? Audrey are you alright?" 

 She muttered something under her breath, and Ray nodded; turning to look at Ollie. "Go back outside, el compañero, I'll be right there." 

 Ollie stood on his tiptoes, "mamá, estás bien?" 

"I'm fine, Mijo." She assured, forcing a smile, although her eyesight was swimming. She felt seconds from collapsing, and her head was beginning to pound. Still, she kept the smile on her face until her son disappeared. 

 She turned to Ray, "They know about me."

They? Werewolves. Traditionally, werwolves and seers would hunt side-by-side, the Seer's future-telling abilities a great advantage for a pack of wolves. Bonded by an oath made years ago, it was considered tradition for a family of seers and a werewolf pack to be closely bonded. That tradition ended with Audrey herself. She wasn't too fond of the idea of being a werewolves most prized possession for her entire life, which was precisely why she ran off. Ever since, she had been the key interest of a certain pack, who appeared to want revenge for her going back on the oath. 

 They didn't count on how good she would be at disappearing. But wolves had shadowed her her entire life, and shadows always seem to catch up. 

 Her husband blinked once. "Deucalion?" He whispered, lowering his voice as if speaking his name was taboo. 

 Audrey didn't need to say anything for the man to catch on, and he spun around, raising his hands to cover his eyes, muttering curse words under his breath so quickly that at first Audrey didn't even realize what he was saying. He spun around, walking forward and noticing his wife's shaking form. He embraced her tightly, inhaling deeply as if calming his heartrate could get them out of this mess. "What did you see, love?" 

 "I think we're gonna die." She whispered, her voice so quiet she wasn't even sure Ray could hear. Speaking the words made it come to life, and tears began to trace down her cheeks before she could make herself stop them. "I think - I think he gets to us." 

 "I'm not gonna let that happen." Ray shook his head, clenching his teeth. His tone was defiant, and Audrey didn't know how to tell him that if he got into a fight with fate, he would come out bloody.  

 She pulled away so that she could look at his face, "We have to get Oliver out of here. Soon." 

 "Soon? How soon?" 

 Audrey didn't know what to say to that, because that was the aspect where her visions failed her. How soon? It could be days, hours... it could be a year away. 

 So she stayed silent, closing her eyes and wishing that she wasn't burdened with the responsibility of keeping her family alive. 

 ***

"What does 'demisexual' mean?" 

 Ollie's feet were up on his wall, his back on his bed as Simba sat comfortably on his stomach. Katrin was next to him, scrolling through the internet on her laptop. The girl took a bite of a sandwich she was holding, before furrowing her eyebrows as she leaned closer to her screen. "It means only being sexually attracted to someone when you have an emotional bond to someone." She snorted, "that's not you. You wouldn't shut up about how attracted you were to that guy in the superhero movie for three weeks."  

 "Because he was hot." Ollie rolled his eyes, "keep looking." 

 Ollie wasn't entirely sure how they ended up in this position. They had started off studying for an English quiz, and the next thing he knew, they were searching for answers about his unlabelled sexuality. It had been on his mind for a while now, even more so since he began dating Stiles. The Sanchez boy liked having an answer to everything, and he wanted the closer of knowing exactly what to say when someone asked him what his sexuality. 

 Plus, he wanted to formally come out. It's not like it's a secret to anyone that he liked boys, but he wanted the sense of conformation that he lacked. And who better to ask than his dearest cousin? 

 "The next on the list is asexual, which I think we can just skip over-" Katrin took a bite of her sandwich, "you're the second least asexual person I know." 

 "Who's the first?" 

 "Lydia Martin." 

 Ollie snorted, closing his eyes and running his hands through his cat's fur and sighing deeply. "What about you?" He asked, "what's your sexuality?" 

 Katrin shrugged, "I don't think that you have to put a label on it. It's completely valid if you want to, and it's valid if you don't. We're all hot anyway." She pursed her lips, "so I'm unlabelled. And you could be too, but only if you want."

 "No, I want to find one." Ollie shook his head slightly, "but you do like girls, right?" 

 "Why, planning on setting me up?" 

 Ollie would never admit it aloud, but he did think that her and Lydia would be an adorable couple... and he needed confirmation that his plans could work. "Maybe." 

 Katrin laughed, "yeah, I like girls. I don't know about guys, but I think I do. I'm not putting too much pressure on it. Oh-" Ollie didn't need to see her face to picture her smiling, "I don't know why we went through this fucking sexuality dictionary when we could just google it. Who do you like?" 

 "Girls, guys, I don't fucking know." 

 "I'm putting that directly into the search bar." Katrin typed away for a moment, snickering. "I think that 'I don't fucking know' confused Google. It says that you might be pansexual though." 

 Ollie reached over to grab a handful of popcorn, careful to not disturb his cat. "Definition?"  

 "Interested in anyone regardless of their identity." She shrugged, "that could be you, because you said you don't think you're bi right? Pan means that you like everyone, whether their male, female, neither, both or anything." 

 Ollie hummed, mulling over her words for a moment in his head. "That seems like me." 

 "I think so too." Katrin leaned over to kiss his forehead, patting his head good-naturedly. "Thoughts, opinions, concerns?" 

 Ollie smiled, sitting up slightly and scooping Simba up in his arms. "I like it." He grinned, feeling almost as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "Fits me to the T, huh?" 

 "Totally," Katrin laughed, leaning her head on his shoulder in a side-hug. "You can always switch around, too. And if anyone gives you any shit, do what I do. Hit them really hard." 

 "Thanks for the advice, Kat." 

 "Any day." She rose to her feet, stretching her hands over her head and grabbing her empty plate, along with the empty bowl of popcorn. "Where's Stilinski anyway?" She asked, picking up a hackey-sack off of the ground and bouncing it off her shoulder. "And what the hell is this?" 

 "That's Stiles'," Ollie explained, kissing Simba's head, before setting him onto the ground. "And he's at some garage getting his Jeep fixed. He gave me this long description of what was wrong with it, but I was singing the Bohemian Rhapsody in my head the whole time."

"True love," Katrin teased, tossing him the hackey-sack, which he caught easily in his hand. 

 And then he dropped it. 

 He felt like he was getting hit with a truck as his vision turned hazy, his eyes glazing over as his mind flashed him somewhere else. He could see Stiles, staring down at his phone with furrowed eyebrows, and then a figure behind him. It looked... reptilian. That was the only impression that Ollie could get, before it darted out of his vision, slicing something across the back of his boyfriend's neck.

Ollie wanted to tell something as Stiles reached his hand to touch his neck, wincing as if he was in pain. Then, his muscles seemed to tense as he staggered, before collapsing to the floor.

 And then Ollie was in his room again, and Katrin was shaking his arm.  

 "Ollie?" The redhead demanded, lightly slapping her cousin's cheek. "Oliver, I swear I will punch you in the face. Or throw a glass of water in your face, that seems like it would be - hey, where are you going?" 

 Ollie leaped to his feet, practically sprinting out of his room. Katrin jumped up, having to leap over the edge of his bed to follow as he thundered down the stairs, swiping the keys off of the kitchen counter as he passed. 

 "You're driving!" He shouted, throwing the keys at Katrin, which she caught, stumbling slightly as she grabbed a jacket, Ollie not even bothering as he ran directly out into the cold air. "I - Okay? Wait, why? Is the cocaine kicking in?" 

 Ollie ducked into the passenger seat, Katrin following and fitting the key into the ignition. Ollie leaned down, resting his head in his arms as the girl began driving. "Where am I going?" 

 "To Tucker's Garage... and drive fast, I don't care." He said, although he felt like he was going to be sick as soon as the vehicle accelarated. 

 Katrin blanched, "Ollie, you're scaring me, what the hell is going on?" 

 "Stiles is in trouble... drive faster." 

 And he didn't say anything else for the rest of the drive. 

 ***

They were too late. 

 Ollie jumped out of the car before it had fully stopped moving, tripping over his feet as the bright lights of police cars pierced his vision and made him wince. Katrin followed behind, telling some random police officer who tried to stop them that she was a detective as she tried to keep her cousin in sight. 

 "Stiles!" Ollie shouted, Katrin finally catching up with him and slapping his arm, looping her arm through his to hold him in place. 

 "Chill out, freakshow!" She snapped, the wind blowing her hair into her face. "We're gonna get arrested. Act natural."  

 "Katrin I don't even know what I saw. That thing could be poisonous, it could be-" 

 "Use those eyes of yours, he's right there." 

 "What?" Ollie's head whipped up, sighing in relief when he caught sight of the raven-haired boy sitting on the edge of an ambulance, his father right next to him. He walked forward, practically dragging Katrin with him. Miraculously, she managed to stay on her feet, wearing worn out converse sneakers instead of her usual heels. 

 "Stiles-" he let go of the girl, rushing over to grab onto his face, his eyes darting over his body as if detecting for any sign of injury. "Are you okay? I saw what-" 

 He began curtly aware of Sheriff Stilinski staring at him, and let go of Stiles's face, blinking innocently as he scrambled for something to say. "I mean, I saw what you texted me. That something happened at the garage, and we-" he turned to point at Katrin, who flashed the males a peace-sign. "Came as fast as we could." 

 Noah turned to give his son a judgmental look. "I'm sorry, this happens and the first thing you do is text your boyfriend about it?"  

 Stiles blinked, "yes?" 

Noah, who was looking like he was really tired, rose to his feet. "Okay, I'm gonna go... sort some things out." He patted Ollie's shoulder, "you'll get him home?" 

 "Yes, sir." 

 "Good." He waved at Katrin, "Katrin." 

 She smiled, "Sheriff." 

 As soon as the man was out of eyesight, Ollie stepped forward so he was standing between Stiles' legs, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly. Stiles paused for a moment, obviously confused, before hugging him back. "What's going on, Sanchez, you seem unusually affectionate." 

 "He had a vision," Katrin explained, looking at her nails as if a manicure was the only thing on her mind. "And he let me drive, and I'm pretty sure he's traumatised." 

 "I'm never letting you drive again you psycho!" Ollie shouted, turning around long enough to point at his cousin, who flipped him off in response. 

 "You know you love me." 

 "Actually, the only things I love in life are mashed potatoes and old Disney movies." He shot back, "I named my first cat Simba, and I will be naming my first born child Flounder." 

 "Whore, you are never getting married." 

 "Wait, wait, wait-" Stiles held up his hand, tapping Ollie's arm to get him to look at him. "You let someone else drive you because you were worried about me?" 

 Ollie swallowed, suddenly nervous. "Uh-" 

 "Yep!" Katrin shouted, taking the liberty to cup her hands over her mouth. "He gave me the keys before we were even outside." 

 Ollie glared at her. "You're going to hell!" 

 "All of the hot people go to hell." 

 "I guess I'll see you there, then." 

 "Yes, you're both definitely going to end up in hell, but-" Stiles grinned, a smug expression on his face as he poked Ollie's stomach. "Ollie's a softie for me. It's confirmed, I am the chosen one, I made Oliver Sanchez develop feelings!" 

 Ollie shot him a look, rolling his eyes despite the blush creeping up his neck. "You're gonna be right there in hell with us." 

 "That sounds like a plan," Stiles grinned, resting his hands on Ollie's waist. "Get Scott and we're practically friendship goals." 

 Ollie cocked an eyebrow, "A weird take on that, but okay." 

 "You need to admit it though," Stiles shot the boy a sideways smile. "That you were worried." 

 "Or I could just die saying that I hate you." 

 Stiles rolled his eyes as Ollie leaned forward, pressing their lips together and lazily resting his forearms on Stiles' shoulders. He pulled away, pursing his lips as if he was in deep thought. "Fine, maybe I like you a little." 

 Stiles grinned, "embarassing for you." 

 "Shut up." 

 And he kissed him again, forgetting for a moment how messed up everything was. 

 A/N:

to recap:

werewolves and seers used to be close companions, seers 'working' for the wolves, most traditionally for a pack. audrey said 'no fuck u' to that and ran off, but decaulion or however the fuck you spell it is out to find her, and it was him / his pack of assholes who ended up killing audrey and ray.

also:

i guess being hot runs in the family. 

some guy: *is dead*

ollie and stiles: welp, time to make out.

NGL I LOVE THIS CHAPTER!!! it gives you the tea on the link between ollie and the alpha pack, which will become more prominent in season three! i can't wait to write it, it will be full of mad ollie and i love that!

not to pat myself on the back, but stoliver>my entire existance.

and the scene with the angry cousins being all soft when they talk about sexuality?? go me, maybe being in quarantine is making me better at this. 

anyway, i hope you guys enjoy this chapter! i sat down to start it tonight, fell in a hole, and finished it two hours later! my family is definitely concerned about my wellbeing <3

thank you guys for reading! i wanted to let you know that i already have a draft for book two in ollie's series. it is called 'retrograde' and the quotes on chapter one are deadass hilarious. i sound like i'm so confident in this authors note, but it's just because i managed to write a relationship that isn't rushed, is well rounded, and has a mutual dynamic.

anyway, i love you all loads!