CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE:
I MUST WARN YOU

HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO do. Standing there in the corner of the room inside the animal clinic with Scott at his side, his eyes constantly switching between Elaine and Rebekah. Stiles was panicking on the inside. Maybe it was the shock over the fact that his best friend was laying on a table with her throat slashed and no pulse available anywhere in her body. Or maybe it was the way his stomach violently churned at the thought that this woman couldn't bring Elaine back and it would be the last time he would see her. Either way, his heart was aching to see her diamond blue eyes once more, feeling her in his arms as she embraced him in a tight hug like she always did when they hadn't seen each other in so long.

     "You two are radiating with emotions. It's quite distracting." The woman spoke, glancing towards the two boys as she mixed ingredients together that were needed in order to preform the spell that was needed to bring Elaine back.

     "Sorry, but watching you hover over my sister when I have no clue who you are is quite nerve wracking." Scott simply answered, his voice shaking in nerves. Rebekah only smiled at him before looking back down to what she was doing.

     "I'm glad she has you two." Rebekah spoke. "You two make her happy. Especially you, Stiles. I've watched the way she acts around you, not that of a brother, but something more."

     "You've watched her?" Stiles asked the woman in disbelief, before it suddenly clicked. "You're the woman, aren't you."

     "So, you've heard of me." Rebekah smiled, amused.

     "Yeah, I've heard plenty to know that you're a crazy ass stalker that claims to be Elaine's birth mom."

     "Wait, why wasn't I told about this?" Scott frowned, looking at the boy. 

     "Because, she was afraid to tell you." Rebekah simply answered before she closed her eyes, letting in a deep breath before she started to chant the Latin words that were needed. She opened her eyes, revealing the purple glow of them as she leaned down so that her face was close to Elaine's. "Wake up, sweetheart," She whispered before giving Elaine a kiss on the top of the head. After a moment of nothing, Stiles clenched his jaw.

     "Nothing happened. That's great. What exactly did I just witness?" Stiles asked, placing his hands on his hips. Rebekah gently stroked her child's hair with a sad smile.

     "Boys, I must warn you, when she wakes up, she'll be different. She won't be the same. Because of the fact that she has faced death, there will be a darkness that will slowly start to take over until she drives herself into insanity." Rebekah told them, looking up at the two boys. "When she wakes, her full power will be revealed, and she will be troubled, struggling as she tries to control it. The more she uses her power, the quicker the darkness will spread. And she will need my help." Rebekah took a step away from the table, walking closer to the two boys. "Listen to me carefully, boys. When the time comes, do not stop her from what she has to do. She will be violent with the urge to kill, and you'll have to let that urge take over."

     "So, you want us to just stand by and watch her become a killer?" Scott asked in disbelief, sharing a look with Stiles. "No. Absolutely not."

     "I had a feeling you were going to say that." Rebekah sighed. She glanced towards Elaine before looking back towards the two boys. "Let me tell you something of Elaine's family history. Her real family history." The two boys leaned against the wall, watching the woman carefully as she leaned against the table that Elaine's body was placed on. "Elaine is born from a powerful blood line of witches. Sometimes it skips generations, and I was hoping that would be the case with Elaine, but apparently the world thought otherwise. Because of the power that runs through her veins, once it gets out that there is another Smith witch out in the world, everyone will be coming to hunt her down, to kill her. She doesn't know this, but this is the reason as to why I left her on your doorstep, Scott. I was running, trying to keep her safe, that's why she does not have a last name on her birth certificate, for she is in constant danger of someone wanting to keep her dead forever."

     "We won't let anyone touch her." Scott assured the woman. Rebekah smiled.

     "I know you won't, Scott. But Elaine being a witch is not your only problem anymore, I'm afraid." Rebekah said with a sigh. She turned around to face Elaine, her hand hovering over Elaine's body as she closed her eyes before she opened them again with another sigh escaping her lips.

     "What's wrong?" Stiles immediately asked. "What else do we need to worry about."

     "Have either of you ever heard tales of a hybrid?" Rebekah asked.

     "Yeah, it's the offspring of two different breeds of something, whether that be plants, animal, etcetera." Stiles answered, making Scott look at him. He shrugged in response.

     "Yes, that is correct." Rebekah nodded. "It seems that when Peter slashed her throat, a mutation formed with her genetics, one that was already there, but is now more prominent. However, it is not yet activated."

     "Activated? What do you mean?"

     "I've managed to track down Elaine's father." Rebekah told them. "And. . . well. . . it seems that I made the mistake of having a one night stand with a werewolf."

     "A were-" Stiles cut himself off.

     "Yes, what you're thinking is correct." She nodded. "Elaine is not only part witch, but she is also part werewolf. She is the first werewolf witch hybrid that is alive left in the world. And that puts and even bigger target on her back, seeing as they are a very rare species."

     "But, what's the catch?" Scott quizzed, narrowing his eyes slightly.

     "Well, for now, she's only witch."

     "But you just said-"

     She held up a hand, cutting Stiles off. "I said she was only a witch, for now. Remember the part where I said to listen closely? To let Elaine do what she has to do? When the darkness takes over her soul, there will possibly be no point of return. However, if she manages to kill someone she loves in the process, or someone in general, her werewolf side will be triggered, and it will fight against the darkness. I cannot tell you anymore, for if I do, it won't happen."

     "So, in order to fight back this darkness― ︎that you put upon her, mind you―︎she has to kill one of us?" Stiles asked, looking at the woman in disbelief. He then looked towards Scott. "Are we really listening to this?"

     "You don't trust me, I get that."

     "Do you?" Stiles asked. "You waltz up in here sixteen―︎almost seventeen―︎years later just to tell Elaine that she's a witch. She then gets killed and you just so happen to appear then in order to bring her back, only to tell us afterwards that she will become a murderer in the possible near future. So, excuse me, but you seem like a very untrustworthy bitch that's only here for her own benefit."

     "Stiles." Scott warned, grabbing onto the boy.

     Rebekah softly chuckled, a small smile on her face as she looked at Stiles. "I like you." Just then a gasp could be heard, making them all turn towards Elaine as she abruptly shot up from the table with her heart pounding in her chest. She turned to look at the three, giving them the chance to watch just in time as her eyes faded from a glowing lilac purple back to their natural shade of blue.

     She cleared her throat as she looked between the three. "So. . . what did I miss?"