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CHAPTER EIGHT ━━ relics

OPHELIA Mikaelson sat in her living room with Brett Talbot. She reached over and grabbed her blood bag sipping the bag dry. Continuing to write out her English paper. Brett glanced over worry evident in his eyes. She's had over four since he had come over earlier that afternoon to spend time with the red head. Ophelia felt eyes on her and glanced up meeting nervous blue eyes. Brett snapped his eyes back down to his Chemistry homework.

Ophelia bit her lip, "I'm fine, Brett." She smiled softly to the blonde.

Brett nodded, "I know. Just checking to see how's your work going." He cringed at his excuse.

"Mhmm." Ophelia hummed, not believing the blue eyed beta.

"How's your magic coming along? Can you do anything to complete this." He pointed down to his notebook with a teasing smile.

Ophelia giggled shaking her head, "Nope. But I can burn it." She raised her brows to the blonde who shook his head chuckling. Ophelia continued to write out her work.

"Yeah, don't think that'll be more effective then saying my dog ate my homework." He joked. Brett gazed at the red head who chuckled at his words. "So any news on the Ghost Riders?" He asked furrowing his brows.

"No." Ophelia frowned shaking her head. "I did have that dream again, except there was a lot more people." She whispered.

Brett placed his notebook down, "You think it was a vision?" He asked hesitantly.

Ophelia shrugged, "I don't know." She clenched her jaw. "Ayana said I have to stop it, but how can I stop it if we can't even see where they are?" She muttered to herself. "And I keep hearing the same voice, and I think it's him." She mumbled.

"It's like another world or something." Brett mumbled.

Ophelia widened her eyes at his words, "What did you say?" She asked.

Brett flushed looking down, "I mean, what if it's like a different dimension? Yanno? Like in back to the future. What if this dude Stiles, and everyone else is in another world specifically for them and the Ghost Riders." He explained. Brett shook his head. "It's stupid-"

"No." Ophelia shook her head. "It's brilliant." She looked up with wide eyes, "That could be a possibility. Like a prison world." She looked down thinking to herself recalling Bonnie Bennett, Damon Salvatore and Malachai Parker.

"Is that even possible?" Brett asked the Original.

"Yeah. And I know how to find it." She smiled widely. "Well, sort of. I'll be right back!" She sauntered off into her library looking for her grimoire and some other books.

Brett smiled to himself happy he could help the tribrid. He stood up making his way over to Ophelia's bag reaching for her calculator. He furrowed his brows looking over at her English essay seeing doodles. "Hey, Lia?" He called out, reaching for her notebook, looking down at the sheet in confusion.

"Yeah, one sec!" She called out from the other room.

Brett looked down seeing that the Original hadn't written a single word but a number, "1075?" He whispered in confusion. He turned the page around seeing small writings of the number written into a massive 24 written across her page, much like how Lydia wrote out the name Stiles.

Brett placed the book down, walking into the library seeing Ophelia grab numerous old books in her small arms. "Uh, what's all that?" He asked narrowing his eyes at the books.

The tribrid inhaled sharply, "Everything we need to know about prison worlds."

"We?" Brett raised a brow.

"Yeah. You're going to help me." She smirked to the wolf.

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A red head walked down the halls of Beacon Hills high with furrowed brows. She had the same dream or vision. She knew how it ended if she didn't do anything, everyone would end up in this magical world. She had dreamed she was in the same train station Ayana had shown her in her memory. Except everywhere she looked she kept seeing the same numbers 1075 and 24. She didn't understand what it meant.

Malia pulled the Original out of her thoughts by dragging her over to where Scott and Lydia were. "Uh-" She began.

"Shh." Malia shushed her best friend. "So." Malia nodded to the two. Lydia showed the three Jake's library card.

"It's a relic." She nodded to the three.

"What's a relic?" Malia asked in confusion.

"An object with a fixed association to the past." She further explained. "Jake's ID was left behind after he was taken. And Gwen found her sister's bracelet on her bedroom floor."

"How can someone be erased, and still leave something behind?" Malia asked.

"A conservation of mass. The total mass of any isolated system remains constant." She nodded to the red head.

"In simpler terms, balance." Ophelia shrugged. Scott and Malia furrowed their brows to the tribrid. "Balance meaning, every supernatural occurrence has a loop hole. This is one for us, dealing with the Ghost Riders." She explained.

"So, even the Ghost Riders have a weakness." Scott affirmed.

"A relic would be proof that Stiles existed." Malia nodded.

"Not only that." Ophelia bit her lip. The trio looked to the Original in confusion. "We find that relic, I may be able to do a locator spell to find his whereabouts. Brett said maybe they're in another world. So, if they are I just need to locate the ascendant and with Stiles' relic I can narrow him down easily." Ophelia confirmed to the trio.

"What the hell is a descendent?" Malia asked.

"Ascendent." Lydia rolled her eyes at the coyote. "I'll get looking." She nodded to the Original.

"Okay, I'll call Bonnie." Ophelia nodded to the trio.

"Ugh, not witchy again." Malia grumbled. "Just remember I was your best friend first." She muttered to the Original. Lydia raised a brow to the coyote, "Okay fine. Second."

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OPHELIA and Brett stood by one another observing the entrance of the bunker looking at the numerous teenagers. Brett stood with his arms crossed over his broad chest glancing to the Original every so often. She had called Bonnie earlier to speak about their issue at hand the witch said it'd be better if she explained in person. And that was their plan, within the next few days.

"Hey, buddy. Paws off." Brett nodded to the tan boy who grabbed a nearby taser. Only for him to click it, electricity shot out hitting the wall.

"Next time, listen." Chris Argent walked over grabbing the the device from the boy.

"What's all this for?" Nathan asked.

"Your protection." Chris explained.

Ophelia helped Scott close the door, Scott grunted. The Original smirked at the Alpha's struggle. "It's heavy." He mumbled shyly.

Ophelia shook her head making her way over next to Liam, Corey and Mason. She embraced each one in a hug. Scott and Brett made their way over to the four.

"Hey, we're missing three, plus Gwen." Liam explained to the two. Holding out the sheet with all the students names written in black ink.

"They're all the lacrosse players." Scott announced.

"They were at the party, so they know what's coming." Corey explained.

Chris shook his head, "People see what they want to see."

"Guys, we're running out of time." Mason showed his phone to the group showing the lightening clock.

"Scott, we have to get them." Liam pleaded.

"I'll go. The rest of you stay here." Scott announced.

"I'll go with you." Brett and Ophelia said in unison.

"No." Scott and Brett said simultaneously looking to the Original.

"Are you kidding me?" She asked in disbelief.

"We couldn't even fight off one Ghost Rider. Who knows how many are gonna be there tonight? The two of you wont be enough. We should all go." Liam shook his head to his Alpha.

"You're marked." He looked to his beta.

"So am I." Mason said.

"Yeah, me too, but at least I can see them coming." Corey said.

Scott looked over to Chris who nodded, "All right. But if you see them coming... Run."

"I was actually planning on inviting them over for some tea and-" Ophelia sarcastically started. The five narrowed their eyes at the Original. "Not the time. Got it." She nodded.

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"WHAT'S the plan?" Liam asked.

"Convince Okafur, Steinbach, and Wallace that playing tonight is a bad idea." Scott explained.

"Yeah cause that'll work." Brett muttered.

"It's the only plan we got." Scott looked to the beta beside him. "You've read everything there is to know on the Ghost Riders. And you're the only one of us who's figured anything out. Have you come across anything that could stop them?" He asked.

"Not yet. But I can try." Mason nodded to the Alpha.

"Do that." Scott nodded to Mason.

The five entered the locker room, Scott stumbled back as a helmet was thrown his way. "You're late! McCall! Why aren't you people dressed? What's Mikaelson doing here? And Talbot you don't go here." Coach looked in confusion to the three players. "Get your asses moving. Asses on the field!" He exclaimed. "Hustle! Hustle! Hustle!" He shouted at the five.

"Your coach is a lunatic." Brett mumbled looking over to Scott who nodded in agreement.

"We'll never get them back into the bunker now." Liam said.

"Get dressed." Scott looked to his beta.

"Because there's only one way to keep them safe." Liam nodded.

"Play the game."

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OPHELIA, Scott, Liam, Brett, and Corey stood beside the bleachers. Ophelia sat on the grass with her grimoire prompted open. "Scott, if they can get through mountain ash they can definitely get through a boundary spell." Ophelia mumbled.

"Just do your thing, O. I trust you." Scott nodded to the Original.

Brett bit his lip, "You three better get out there. I'll hang here with, O." The three boys nodded and headed towards the field. Brett looked around the field nervously finding Lori perched on the stands with Mason. Lori waved to her brother who nodded in return. Ophelia muttered her incantations silently sealing the field as best as she could. Brett sat beside the Original his face next to her's as she tried to focus.

"Brett. You breathing down my neck wont make this go quicker." Ophelia muttered.

"Sorry." He apologized. Ophelia inhaled, focusing once more. "What if-"

"Brett!" Ophelia exclaimed.

"Right. I'll stand right here." He pointed to the other side of the wall. Ophelia glared at the boy, then began again. The wind picked up around the Original. Brett glanced around in worry, noticing blood drip from the red head's nose. "Lia." He whispered. Ophelia continued in her trance mumbling incoherent words. "O."

Ophelia blinked, seeing images flash before her eyes. Red eyes, and the numbers 1075 and 24. Ophelia muttered, blood dripped from the Original's ears.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

Brett rushed forwards shaking the Original awake. Ophelia mumbled, blood dripped onto her jacket. Ophelia winced at the witches whispers. They echoed through the red head's ears.

𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭.

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

Ophelia gasped her eyes widened, black littered her eyes. Brett stumbled back in fear. Ophelia blinked rapidly her eyes turning their natural doe irises. Ophelia looked around seeing Brett with wide eyes looking worriedly to the Original. "It worked." Ophelia nodded to Brett. Brett wiped away Ophelia's blood from his hands onto his jeans, looking warily to the tribrid. "What?" She asked. She brought her hand up to her nose, looking down seeing blood. She rubbed her nose and her ears, the blood smearing off her vanilla skin.

"O-" Brett began.

"It's fine. I'm fine." She nodded reassuring the blonde. "Come on." She grasped Brett's hand in her's. Sitting next to Lori and Brett. Lori looked to the Original with questioning eyes, "It worked." She nodded to the wolf.

Lori glanced to Brett who worriedly looked to the Original every so often. Brett shook his head to his sister.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." Mason exclaimed standing up as the other team scored.

"Wrong team." Lori furrowed her brows at the boy.

"Sorry." He apologized.

Ophelia looked to the field with her nose scrunched up, the players all wrestling with one another rather then playing the actual game. "What the hell?" She muttered in confusion.

The two looked up hearing thunder and wind rustling. Mason grabbed Brett and Ophelia dragging them to Hayden. "It's Parrish. He's the reason the Ghost Rider left the party." He explained to the trio.

"Parrish?" Hayden asked in confusion.

"Call your sister. Tell her we need to meet Parrish at the school right now." Mason nodded to the Chimera.

"What about Gwen? The other players?" Hayden asked. "We have to keep them safe."

"We got it." Brett nodded looking off to the field.

"Parrish could keep everyone safe." Mason looked to the three. The three whipped their heads around hearing horses in the distance.

"No." Ophelia grabbed Brett's hand. "You two go get Parrish" Ophelia shouted to the two who nodded and left the field. Ophelia looked to Brett. "Get Lori. Get out of here." She shoved the wolf away towards the stands. The rain began to pour heavier, lightening struck alongside rumbles of thunder.

"I am not leaving you!" He shouted over the rain.

"What's happening are they here?" Lori's soft voice echoed in Ophelia's ears.

"They got through it." She muttered. Looking off into the distance seeing Scott, Liam and Corey blocking the three students. "You both need to leave." She demanded looking between the siblings. Lori looked behind the Original watching students flee the stands.

"Leave!" She growled, her eyes glowed to the two.

Ophelia made her way towards the field, "Motus!" She screamed stretching her hand out forwards. As one Rider flew off to the side. "Scott!" She shrieked. The riders shot two students.

Ophelia sped on to the field seeing Liam attack one. She stood beside Scott. Gwen stood behind the two. Ophelia heaved looking around the field with squinting eyes not seeing Brett or Lori. Rain poured harder drenching the teens. Ophelia narrowed her eyes to one giving him the aneurysm, he fell to the floor.

"Can you do that with all of them?" Liam shouted over the rain.

"Not all at once!" She shouted back. She flicked her wrist out throwing another off his horse into the distance. "Scott?" Ophelia looked to the Alpha who pulled her behind him.

"Stay back with Gwen." He demanded.

"Nows not the time to be protective!" She shouted to the Alpha.

The three wolves growled snapping their canines towards the riders, Ophelia held Gwen back. Gwen shoved the red head to the floor. Standing in front of the rider, "Come on!" She shrieked, as she was shot.

"No!" Scott yelled. The five looked around seeing the Ghost riders all gone and the students.

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OPHELIA walked beside Corey and Mason, Hayden holding Liam against her. Ophelia dialled Brett's number for the fifteenth time only to receive his voice mail again. The Original gnawed on her quivering lip not wanting to cry or think negatively. Corey and Mason frowned at the Original.

Scott walked over to the five, "Everyone from the bunker has been taken."

"How?" Ophelia asked, her heart beat beating erratically against her rib cage; Chris and Malia.

"It doesn't matter how." Liam shook his head.

"Malia is in the hospital. Argent's been hurt. My mom's with them." He explained. Scott furrowed his brows and looked to around the five, "Where's Brett?" He asked.

Ophelia's breath hitched. The four looked to the Alpha then to the tribrid with solemn looks, "He's uh- He and Lori we're taken-" Corey stammered.

"We don't know that." Liam gritted out. Ophelia swallowed a lump in her throat keeping her gaze on the floor. "Scott- tonight-"

"No. Hey, it's not your fault. It's mine. We should have done both. Defend the bunker and use a lightening rod. It would've given us a better chance." He nodded to his beta. Ophelia walked over to Scott following the Alpha to the hospital.

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"IS he okay?" Scott asked his mother.

"He has blunt force trauma to his temporal bone, three broken ribs." She sighed. "And multiple surface lacerations which seem to be from whip marks?" She asked.

"I can give him some blood?" Ophelia suggested quietly with hopeful eyes.

"I used the final of the batch you gave me." Melissa nodded to the Original. "But he still needs rest."

"I can give you some more." She nodded to the nurse.

"What happened?" Lydia asked walked up behind the Original.

"The Ghost Riders took everyone. We barely slowed them down. Even with Ophelia's boundary spell, they still got through." Malia explained. Ophelia looked down fiddling with her bracelet.

"Tell us you found something." Scott pleaded.

"I found out Claudia never had children. So, Stiles can't be her son." She explained.

"The relic?" Ophelia asked. Lydia shook her head frowning.

"There never was a Stiles, was there?" Malia asked.

"It doesn't even sound like a real name." Scott shook his head.

"It is a real name." Ophelia gritted out. "Okay! Elias used that name. It's a real name." She glared at the two. Papers from the nearby receptionist desk flew off onto the floor. The two widened their eyes at the tribrid.

"She's right. We have to keep looking." Lydia demanded. "Check the school records again. Or call Scott's dad." She listed off ideas.

"We're fighting the wrong battle." Malia shook her head.

"We're trying to bring back Stiles." Lydia narrowed her eyes to her best friend.

"The Ghost Riders came back. We still have no way of stopping them. And whatever they are, they're real. We can't keep chasing someone who isn't." She shook her head.

"He didn't leave anything behind." Scott looked to the two.

"Just us." Lydia looked down.

"B-but my dreams. The visions." Ophelia looked up to the three. "They can't be wrong."

"They were just dreams, O." Malia frowned to her best friend.

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OPHELIA walked into her home, dropping her bag to the floor. She threw her head back against the the door of her house. She slid down falling to the floor. She swallowed a lump in her throat. Blinking away her tears. Her lips quivered, her chest heaved. She began to sob, pulling her knees into her chest. She looked down at her bracelet glaring at the letters that littered her wrist.

Ophelia rubbed her reddened face in frustration, standing up she made her way into her bedroom. She tossed her jacket onto the floor of her bedroom not caring about it. She sniffled walking over to her vanity, she looked into her mirror seeing her reddened eyes.

Grabbing her hair brush, she brushed her long hair. Tears pooling from her doe eyes. She glared at the mirror, throwing her brush at the glass, she threw her arms on top of the desk throwing everything to floor screaming in frustration and anger. With a shriek she punched the glass, watching it shatter to the floor. Blood dripped from the red head's knuckles.

The tribrid looked down seeing her things on the floor, with a glare she sighed out through her nose in anger. She looked down grabbed her now broken make up products placing it to a pile on the right of her to throw out.

She sniffled picking up the photo of her Malia, Lydia and Scott. She looked to the empty seat in the middle. "I know you're real. So does Lydia." She confidently said. "We'll bring you back. And everyone else." Ophelia sniffled and placed the photo on her vanity gently.

She furrowed her brows, tilting her head to the side looking down between her vanity and the white small trash bin on the floor. She narrowed her eyes at a shiny metal object. Bending down she grasped the key between her fingers holding it up, as the light shown on it.

"Ophelia?!" A voice echoed through Ophelia's house. The tribrid's ears perked up, hear heart beat picked up. She placed the key down by the photo on her vanity and sped out of her bedroom. "Ophelia!" The Original stood at the top of her staircase looking down to a very much real Brett Talbot. "Oh, thank God." He breathed out in relief. Ophelia chuckled through teary eyes. A smile spread across the red head's plump lips. Ophelia ran down the stairs towards the beta. "I was so worried-" He was interrupted as soft lips were placing against his own. Ophelia cupped his cheeks as she moved her lips against his soft ones.

Brett widened his eyes in surprise. Soon melting into her touch, he placed his hands on the tribrid's hips pulling her into him, scared she'd disappear from his hold. Scared it was a dream, and he'd wake up in his bed. He moved his lips gently against her's. Ophelia stroked his cheeks with the pads of her thumbs. The two pulled away breathlessly. Tears breaming both their eyes. "I thought you were taken." She whimpered looking up into his bright blue eyes.

"No, we left. I took Lori away. When I went back to the school you were gone. Scott wasn't there. I came here and-" He rambled, pulling the red head tightly into his arms. "I'm glad you're still here." He mumbled.

"You didn't see them did you?" She asked with wide eyes.

Brett swallowed a lump in his throat, "No. Uh- we left before we could. Don't worry. I'm right here." He kissed her temple. "Okay?"

"Okay." She smiled looking up into his eyes, blue meeting brown.

AN 🦋✨🧚🏼‍♀️

pls don't hate me for that last scene 👀 Brett needs a little lovin.

IT'S STILL A THEO FIC DW

• any ideas what the witches meant by "He has it" or "it's here"

• any idea what 24 means?

Also if you get the "Okay?" "Okay." That Brett and Ophelia always say. Then I love you.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭, 𝟑𝟕𝟏𝟓