♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯

I just wanna feel something

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

SCOTT MCCALL AND DEREK HALE HIKED THROUGH THE WOODS OF BEACON HILLS, PUSHING THE LEAVES ASIDE WITH THEIR FEET.

"Hold on," Derek panted, examining the bleak and darkened surroundings. He readjusted his coal leather jacket and shot a look at the other beta. "Something doesn't feel right."

Scott decided to glance around too and listened to his friend. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know." he excused. "It was... It was kind of like it was..-"

The werewolf cut off his train of speech. "No, don't say 'too easy'!" he pleaded while the Hale sent him a puzzled look. "When people say 'too easy' and bad things happen," he complained. "What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy!"

Derek gave him a sympathetic look and nodded. "Fine. You're right."

"Thank you." Scott threw his head backwards and exhaled harshly. Before the two could register it, an arrow danced through the midnight air before it came to a standstill - burying itself underneath the Hale's skin.

Derek fell to the dusted floor and grasped his shoulder agonisingly. Painful groans escaped his lips while the other werewolf studied the surrounding, dismal forest. He met the eyes of Allison Argent who stood with her crossbow slouched over her shoulder and a determined gaze in her eyes. Kate Argent stood behind her - and like a mischievous devil on her shoulder - she whispered taunting dares into her ear. "Now the leg," she ordered as the teen raised her bow, plummeting another arrow into the injured Lycan as he let out a pained howl.

"Flash bolt."

The brunette steadied the flash-grenade onto the thin metal, ignoring the concerned cries of Derek Hale. "Scott!" he pleaded. "Your eyes!"

The teenage boy didn't falter, but rather, stared at his lost love with confusion and betrayal. The arrow whizzed by and exploded into the tree with an array of ash and bright light. It sent the McCall to the floor as he tried to control the continuous ringing that echoed throughout his ears. With his blood-soaked t-shirt, Derek attempted to crawl from beneath the leaves and pull out the metallic arrows. Once succeeded, he dashed to Scott who was still recovering from both the flash bolt and the betrayal. "Get up! Let's go!"

Derek dragged the boy across the leaves while the footsteps of the Argents grew closer. They both scrambled to the Hale residence before the other beta slumped Scott away from him. He had lived a long life - longer than Scott - if anyone deserved to live, it was him. Allison approached her ex-boyfriend while he squinted at her through his blurry sight, mumbling out excuses. "Allison, I can explain!"

A sour look overtook her features and she scrunched up her nose in disappointment. "Stop lying," she demanded, her features becoming more precise. "For once, stop lying!"

He pushed himself against the dirt, trying his best to distance himself from the huntress. "I was gonna tell you the truth at the formal... I.. I was gonna tell you everything." he spluttered over his sentences. Allison rolled her eyes at the helpless werewolf. "Because everything that I said, everything I did-"

"Was to protect me." she finished his sentences. Tears welled in her eyes but she pushed them back and croaked out another response. "I don't believe you."

"-Thank God. Now, shoot him before I have to shoot myself." Kate seethed from beside her, raising her weapon.

Allison sent her aunt a bewildered look. "You... You said we were just gonna catch them?"

"We did that. Now we're gonna kill them." The other huntress explained rather coldly. She raised her gun at Derek and shot a bullet deep into his chest, the flash brightening his fearful eyes. "See? Not that hard."

She noticed the frozen look on her niece's face and sighed heavily. "Oh, no.." she clicked her tongue and ran a hand up her arm comfortingly. "I know that look. That's the 'you're gonna have to do it yourself' look."

Kate Argent positioned the barrel of the gun at the boy's skull, her finger gripping the trigger. She held a devilish glint in her eyes and ignored her niece's persistent wailing. "Kate, Kate, what are you doing?" Allison tried to push her aunt away but was shoved to the ground as an evil grin stretched across her face.

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Inside the morgue, Harley set her tools aside on the metallic table as she ran a wet cloth across Dallas Garcia's body. Water droplets coated her arms and the smudged blood on her neck had disappeared. The strands of her hair were soaked and she wore a thick hospital gown.

The Stryker saw glistened underneath the hospital light as it was placed beside her head. Slipping the bloodied gloves off her hands, she left the room to retrieve a mask and some fresh equipment.

The room was eerily silent. The buzzing of the electric light and the swishing of the water bowl were the only sounds to be heard. Water droplets ran down her face and formed a miniature puddle underneath her neck. The puddle grew larger and larger with each drop, inching closer to the electric saw. Seeping into the crevices of the tool, electric waves swam through the water and sent a thousand bolts of energy through her body at once. Her body jolted upwards and her lungs inhaled the fresh air sharply. She could feel the electricity coarse through her bones and climb its way to her heart, spiking it back into resuscitation.

Her eyes snapped open while her hand instinctively cradled the gash that had sunk into her neck. Dallas couldn't remember a thing, perhaps it was amnesia - or perhaps it was her subconscious protecting her from whatever happened. Alas, she sat upright and examined her surroundings.

Noticing the thick hospital gown, her eyes widened and she jumped back. The brunette wasn't the only person to jump in fright as the clattering of medical tools caught her attention. Standing in the doorway, Dr Harley let out a petrified gasp and met eyes with the recently deceased.

Dallas tried to speak, but the pain of the bite etched up her throat and erased any possibility of it. "I-." she managed to croak out. She ran her hands along with the hemorrhage in her neck. Before she could speak again, the forensic pathologist came rushing over and shushed her.

"Don't speak," she ordered, clasping a cotton pad over the gash - which, unusually, seemed to scab over unusually quick. She spoke into the radio that was clipped on her lab pocket. It was an array of medical codes, something Dallas had a hard time deciphering.

Before she knew it, flashlights were being shone in her eyes and a plethora of questions were being flung her way. While Dallas Kimberly couldn't remember much, she could always seem to remember the bloodshot, red eyes that haunted her dreams.

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As Kate Argent's finger hovered over the trigger, her name was called out from the dense forest. "Kate!" Chris Argent approached from the darkness, his tone harsh. "I know what you did. Put the gun down."

Scott McCall's eyes widened with shock as he watched the scene unfold before him. "I did what I was told to do." Kate murmured out, the weapon still aimed towards the teenage lycan.

"No one asked you to murder innocent people." he took a hasty step forward. Allison Argent stared brokenly up at her aunt as she listened to her father. "There were children in that house, ones who were human." Chris snapped. "Look what you're doing now, you're holding a gun at a 16-year-old boy with no proof that he spilled human blood. We go by the code."

Kate glanced from Scott to Chris. "We hunt those who hunt us." He reminded her as she lowered the gun slightly, the trigger clicking in her hand.

Chris knew his sister better than he knew himself, which was why he knew she wouldn't give up so easily. He raised his own gun at her and narrowed his eyes. "Put the gun down.." he shot the tree behind her, the bullet coming within inches of her face. "Before I put you down."

As the huntress lowered her weapon, the creaking of the door of the Hale residence caught their attention. "Allison, get back." Scott clamoured to his feet and the two Argents raised their guns towards the darkness.

"What is it?" Allison cried out, awaiting an answer. Scott's eyes glowed Sunfire yellow before he growled out one.

"It's the Alpha."

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Melissa McCall perched in front of Dallas Garcia as she gently shone a light into her eyes. "Any pain?"

The brunette shook her head which caused the McCall to frown slightly. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"The Winter Formal," she cocked her head. "Scott was winding Coach Finstock up and Jackson had spiked the punch.." Dallie tried to remember more but winced when she couldn't. "That's the last thing I remember."

Melissa cursed at her son's antics. "Of course he was." She shook her head in dismay. "Short-term Amnesia," she mumbled to herself, scattering her pen across the clipboard paper.

"Any headaches?" Melissa asked again, "Shortness of breath?" She placed her clipboard down and raised a brow. "How did your neck heal so quickly?"

Dallas shrugged. "I used to fall a lot when I used to skate, so my body has increased healing, I guess."

Melissa nodded her head but didn't fully believe the brunette. Dallie's legs swung on the table as the nurse held her phone to her ear, James Garcia on the other line.

"Garcia Residence," James answered glumly, unaware of his daughter's lively presence at the hospital.

"James?" Melissa glanced at Dallas who seemed unusually cheery for somebody who had spent hours dead. "It's Melissa."

At his home, the lawyer straightened his posture and let out a heavy breath. "Oh, Miss McCall, how can I help you?"

"It's about Dallas-"

James sniffled, clearing his throat as his voice cracked slightly. "Don't cremate her, please. I've already had the doctors calling up and I've only just lost her, I can't answer that right now-"

"No, James, that's not it." Melissa swallowed as she shared a look with the teenager. "Dallas is alive."

All of a sudden, the line fell flat and the breathing of James was no longer there. "Hello?" Melissa furrowed her eyebrows as she looked at the phone in confusion.

What the nurse wasn't aware of, however, was how James practically raced towards the hospital to see his daughter. If Noah Stilinski could see him then, he would've definitely earned a ticket and a scolding.

Moments passed by as more medical examinations proceeded on Dallas. Melissa measured her nerves, to her pain tolerance to even the smallest things like her basic senses.

The Nurse and Teenager jumped in fright as the doors of the room became slammed open. James Garcia dropped his hands to his sides as whiskey and worry radiated from him like sunrays. His hair was messy and he had bags settling under his eyes. "Dallie?"

She ran a hand over her forehead and frowned. "Well, that caused a headache," Dallas commented to Melissa who nodded in agreement.

"What happened?" James brought his daughter in for a tight hug as he glanced worriedly at the nurse. "How is she?.. Noah said-"

Melissa McCall cut the man off with the wave of her hand. "The doctors believe it could be the Lazarus effect," she answered dryly. "But they're still running tests."

He nodded, not really understanding what that meant, but was thankful for it anyway. While the brunette packed up her stuff and adjusted the cotton pad that was placed over her wound, James was pulled aside by Melissa.

"I don't know what happened to her, or how her wounds cured so quickly, but bring her in for more tests in the morning." she watched as the father nodded along. "But for now, just keep an eye on her. Keep her away from hard foods and keep her water intake frequent.

James swallowed harshly and inhaled sharply. "Thank you, Melissa. I'm glad you were here."

The McCall held her clipboard by her side and grinned slightly at the sight of the teenager. "Just doing my job."

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