♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 forty-eight

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─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

STILES STILINSKI BREATHLESSLY EXAMINED THE LACROSSE STICKS THAT HE HAD DUMPED ON THE TABLE.

Scott McCall, Kira Yukimura and Dallas Garcia stood in front of him and helped sort through the sticks. Stiles had made the connection that the end of one of the lacrosse sticks looked eerily like the stab wounds one creature had - and his ADHD took care of the rest. 

Scott threw the stick down in a state of frustration. "This is pointless!" he huffed. "Most of the team plays with their own gear."

Kira chirped in as Dallas dropped one of the sticks to her shoulder. "Maybe instead of trying to find a lacrosse stick with a hidden dagger in it, we should be trying to get the game cancelled?"

Dallas didn't speak but cocked her head to the side while pointing the gear to her. "She has a point."

Scott ignored her and stepped forward. "The game's the best way to catch him red-handed."

"He also has a point." she slumped in her seat. 

Stiles gave her a bizarre look. "Yeah, but what if he's red-handed 'cause his hands are covered in the blood of the person he just stabbed to death?" he flew his hands around with an exasperated tone.

Dallas winced slightly. "Okay, looks like everybody has a point."

"Which could be any one of you, okay? Even you, Dal. Probably especially you, you have a tendency to rile people up-"

"Trust me when I say they're not gonna do jack shit, Stiles." she scoffed. "To anybody."

"You don't know that." Stiles interrupted her. "We don't know anything about this list - how it's made.. how it's updated." he rambled on. "I mean, who's been out taking a supernatural census anyway?"

Kira swallowed hard. "How do they even know about me?"

Scott leaned his arms on the table and stared deeply in thought. "They know about everyone."

Dallie's mind shot back to Sybil and Marilyn as she picked at her manicure. "Not everyone." she mumbled. Unfortunately, Scott glanced her way and didn't think before he spoke. 

"You think your mom knows anything about this?"

What in ever-living fuck, McCall?

Stiles dropped his head in his hands while Dallas stared coldly up at Scott. Her eyes flickered to Kira who had her eyebrows furrowed and hands dropped tot the side. 

"I thought your mom was-"

"That's it. Last straw, come here while I strangle you-" Dallas dropped her nail file with a numb expression. She jumped up but was suddenly restrained by her boyfriend as he pulled her back by her waist.  

"Kay, let's not do that-"

"Uh, Kira, forget I ever said that," Scott mumbled out as he backed away. He held his hands up in defence to the Siren who seemed to be just as much of a hothead as Liam. "I forgot! I'm sorry! Hey, Kira won't say anything."

She immediately nodded along and swallowed hard. Dallas was scary when she was angry. "Swore to secrecy."

Stiles raised her eyebrows at her with a patient expression as he waited for her to calm down. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Not a word." Dallas hissed. "But to answer your question, Scott, probably not. The game is your best bet."

Stiles kept one hand on her waist. "What? No! I agree with Kira its way too dangerous for that." he gave both Dallas and Scott a wide-eyed look. "I think we should stop the game."

Dallas huffed lowly. "Surprisingly, I kinda agree with Scott."

He visibly dropped his shoulders in disappointment. "I'm not afraid." Scott spoke a little too much like Derek for her liking. 

"Neither am I." A smirk pulled at Kira's lips while Stiles rested his hands on his hips in a stern fashion. 

"Well, I'm terrified and I'm not even on the list!" The Stilinski boy used his hands to help explain. "Guys, these are professional killers. It's their profession! One of them's got a thermo-cut wire that cuts heads off.. who knows what else they have?"

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Liam Dunbar was a hothead. It was no secret. Even when he stormed his way to the other lacrosse player and had Mason trailed behind him and persisted him not to engage - he did anyway. "Brett!"

He struggled to keep a cap on his emotions, even now, when they were so supernaturally heightened. Scott and Stiles watched as he buffed out his chest and breathed heavily. 

"Ah, here we go," Mason murmured out as he watched what would a big mess unfold before his brown eyes. 

A small crowd of lacrosse players huddled around as the boy approached them. "I just wanted to say.." he stuck out his hand. "Have a good game."

Boisterous laughter bounced around him as the smug players taunted him. "That's cute, Liam." Brett leaned closer. "Is that what they told you to say in Anger Management? Apologise and everything's fine?"

Liam fizzed up with sourness. "You demolished Coach's car."

"- I paid for it."

"Yeah, you're going to pay for it." The boy hissed. "We're gonna break you in half out there and it's gonna be all your fault."

Scott watched as his fists clenched so bad that blood had started to drip from his fingers. He rushed in and pulled the Stilinski with him. 

He threw himself in front of the freshman and let out a light-hearted laugh. "Woah, Woah, hey. What's going on prep students?" he scratched the back of his neck. "Welcome to our little public high school. How you doing?" Stiles clasped his hands with Brett's.

"Stiles. That's a firm handshake you got there." he dropped his hand while it began to redden a tad. "Uh, we're very excited for the scrimmage tonight.. but uh, let's keep it clean, alright?"

Dallas Garcia stood beside Kira as she kept her eyes trained on the boys. "What the hell is he doing?" She nudged the Kitsune.

"- No rough stuff out there -"

"I think he's tryna ease the waters?"

"He's gonna ease his way to a swift tackle." Dallas soured. 

"Alright, see you on the field. Go, go, go!" Stiles pushed Scott and Liam out of sight while Mason held a look of jealous curiosity. Since when were they such good friends?

Her eyes then trailed to the schoolbuses where, as unfortunate as it was, Sybil ducked behind while giving her a wave. A lump immediately formed in her throat as she watched her gesture her over. Kira noticed her distracted state but pestered anyway. 

"Uh, so.. about your Mom."

She didn't get very far until Dallas interrupted her. "Hey, Kira, I'll be right back." She slouched her bag over her shoulder and crept in the direction of the siren. She paused for a moment and bent her head back to the kitsune. "Make sure Stiles doesn't do anything too stupid?"

A smile stretched across the Yukimura's face. Dallas truly did care more than she led on. "I'll try my best."

Sybil watched the teenager approach her with a firm look. She held a paper bag in one hand and a fast-food cup in the other. "God, you should smell the testosterone here. It's nauseating." the woman commented with a gleaming smile. 

"What are you doing here?" Dallas brushed off her comment and pulled her to the side away from view. 

The ancient siren pushed the cup towards her. "I brought you a little something." she beamed. "Considering how things went when we first met, I'd label those pathetic pills as a no-go."

Dallie gave her a suspicious look. ".. Why? What's in it for you?"

"Can a girl just help out her fabulous niece?" Sybil cocked her head to the side. "Hey, I'm not like your mom. I'm not gonna scold you. You can do whatever you want. I just wanna hang."

The suspicion didn't falter as Dallas pushed the straw closer to her lips. When she gave it a sip, a warm sticky liquid coated her tongue. One that tasted a little familiar. It didn't taste all that bad, though. It was surprisingly filling and plugged up the man-sized hole that pitted her stomach.

She swallowed it down and knitted her eyebrows. "What is that?" she spoke between the sip. "Mocha?"

"Blood."

Dallas immediately spat it out and glared at her with a wide-eyed look. "What?"

"B-positive, to be exact. It should dull that horrible hunger you have." Sybil spoke of it like it was nothing. "Get it? Be positive? I thought it would chirp you up for that game you have."

"What's wrong with you?" Dallas' feet fell backwards as she stumbled. She wiped her lower lip with her sleeve and had a look of grim nausea. "God, I'm gonna throw up."

Sybil placed a hand on her shoulder and panicked slightly. "You don't wanna do that." she leant down to her. "You'll make your hunger worse. If it helps, it was from a blood drive. That's a tip I got from some.. friends .. in Virginia."

"I mean, I'd prefer it harvested from the baddest of the bad, but I'm guessing that's not your style?"

"Oh great, so you're not a murderer just a thief." Dallas shrugged her hand off her shoulder and pushed the cup back into her hands. "I have class.. literally."

The Siren let out a defeated sigh as she watched her turn her back. "Atleast take it with you. It'll help."

Dallas didn't want to trust Sybil at all. There was something off about her. However, she was right. It did dull her hunger. Not completely, but much more than the pills did. 

She turned her head back to her and ran her tongue over her slightly sharpened teeth. The maneater didn't say a word but leant forward and took the cup from her hands. A bigger smile cupped up Sybil's face as she watched her slowly warm up to her. 

As she disappeared from sight, the girl brought her phone to her ear to hear the dazed voice of Damon Salvatore. 

"She's getting restless."

Sybil's warm look dropped. "Do what I told you, blue eyes. Use the fork." she paused. "I can't give up now. Not when I'm so close."

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Music echoed over the speakers as the Lacrosse players slouched excitedly on the field benches. Dallas sat beside Stiles as she uncomfortably pulled at the Jersey she wore. It was stiff and uncomfortable - nowhere near as free as the cheer gear she grew accustomed to. 

"God, I hate this thing, it's so big and for absolutely no reason." she tied the end into a knot and blew the hair out of her face. 

"Stop fidgeting, you look cute." Stiles nudged her with his lacrosse stick. It wasn't a lie. Somehow, she managed to make the shrubbiest of uniforms look like a fashion statement. 

"Buh-buh-buh," she hushed him as she snapped her head up to him. "I do not look cute. Mildy threatening? Yeah. Undeniably striking? Sure. Cute? Not in my vocabulary."

"Is 'difficult' in your vocabulary?" Stiles not-so-subtly flirted. He loved pressing her buttons. Toying with her became a favoured pastime. 

"Psh, I'd rather choke." 

He gave her a quick flicker of his eyes as he smirked a little. "That can be arranged."

Dallas swatted him in the shoulder. "You really do have no filter between your brain and your mouth, you know that?" she bit back a smile. "You have a game to focus on anyway, Casanova."

Stiles patted the end of his stick against the wet grass. "Speaking of the game, I got any motivation to win?" 

Dallas sensed what he was doing. "Other than the fact that there's some pyscho killer out there wanting to put everyone's head on a pike?"

The human ran his tongue over his teeth. "Come on baby, pump me up a little."

She pretended to think for a moment as she leaned closer to his ear. "Okay, how 'bout this?" her hot breath fanned against his ear while she propped her hand upon his shoulder. "We win this game and I'll teach you how you really score tonight."

Dallas pulled away and kept a neutral expression as she stared out onto the field. Stiles, on the other hand, choked on the water he was sipping. His girlfriend gave him a snicker as she watched the tips of his ears grow red. He really wasn't as dominant as he liked to make out sometimes. 

"That enough motivation for you?"

The green-jerseyed lacrosse players poured out onto the field while Stiles' eyes followed Dallas as she jumped up. "Let's go!" Coach Finstock called out. 

He pulled at his pants which had grown a little tight. Maybe she pumped him up too much.

Finstock nodded to Dallie who held the stick lightly from her fingers. "Hey, Garcia." he caught her attention. "Go easy on those boys, will you? I wanna return them in one piece."

"I'll try my best, Coach."

Although, Scott, didn't have much of a good attitude for the lacrosse game. "Hey, McCall, I said get your ass out on the field." Finstock scolded the boy who had grabbed his shoulder. 

"But Coach, his leg's still healing." Scott gestured to Liam who was preparing for the game behind them. "I don't think he should play."

Coach kept his unfazed glint. "He said it's fine." 

Scott stepped forward with persistence. "As Captain, I'm suggesting Liam sits out the game." 

Finstock didn't bother to hold back his hysterical laughter. "And as, uh, President of the United States, I'm vetoing that suggestion."

"What if he gets hurt?"

Brett spoke loudly over Scott as he attempted to taunt the Dunbar while shooting a ball his way from his net. "Hey, Liam! Think fast."

Catching it in one swift move, Liam lifted his hand and clutched the ball in his palm. 

"Oh, he plays."

Dallie's senses were incredibly heightened. Much more than the pills ever would. Now, you may judge her for finishing the B-Positive, but what else would you have her do? 

It wasn't something she particularly wanted to do, especially since it made her feel a little more vampy than preferred, but Sybil was yet to be wrong about anything. 

Sybil was a breath of fresh air. Do whatever you want. 

Usually from her Dad, her Mom, Derek, Peter, Stiles, Scott, - yikes, how long was this list? - it was anything but. Don't do this. Don't do that. Tell me everything.

Sybil didn't care. But she did, in an odd way. An unsure feeling still wriggled around her stomach. Even so, what was her motive?

She shook from her thoughts as she heard the whistle blow. Damn it. They lost the first score. 

The remainder of the pack crowded together. Malia decided to sit this game out even though they could've greatly used her help. Dallas understood, though. She was helping Lydia seek out Meredith to crack the remainder of the list. 

"Why do I feel like this is gonna end badly?" Kira swung her lacrosse stick from the grass. 

Dallas walked beside her while tugging at the straps of her helmet. "Because it usually does." 

She chirped in. "Yeah, cause half of this team sucks."

Scott shot her an offended look as her boyfriend simply rolled his eyes. "What? I don't cheer for you guys anymore. I can be honest."

"'Kay, Kira, you keep an eye on Garrett. I'll watch out for Liam." Scott gestured to Dallie. "Dallas, you keep tabs on that Brett."

She nodded and slung the stick over her shoulder taking a few steps back. While Kira and Scott ran in opposite directions, Stiles frowned at the lack of direction. 

"Wait, what do I do? Guys?"

Dallas turned her head. "You play Lacrosse, Stiles." she joked. "And you try and win. For your own sake." she pointed his way with her stick before jogging off to the other side of the field. 

"Why you gotta do this to me, Dallie?" Stiles mumbled under his breath with adoration and impatience as he readjusted his helmet and fixed his gloves before he too, sprinted away. He really needed to win that game.

Testosterone levels were high on the field. Jealousy and revenge soaked into the bloodstream of the players as they all waited for the next blow of the whistle. 

Scott hunched before Brett as Dallas observed from behind. He seemed like the regular smug athlete type. He was the type of boy people would usually pair her with. Bratty Cheerleader and Narcissistic Jock. Boy, did she hate stereotypes. 

"Brett," Scott muttered as he caught his glimpse. "I know you guys feel like you owe Liam some payback for what he did but could you just hold off for one night?"

"Yeah, I can do that."

"Really?"

The whistle blew past his ears as did Brett's chuckle. "No."

He was the first to grab the ball as cheers echoed from the stands.  Scott chased after Liam who dived headfirst for the ball but was tackled to the floor by two buff opposing players. The crowd gasped and winced in response as another ball shot into the team's goal.

That was two scores so far. Zero for Beacon. 

Liam scrambled to his feet while throwing his gloves to the floor. His helmet came off next, revealing a completely enraged teen wolf. He let out a ferocious grunt as he leapt for the two boys but was restrained back by Scott. 

"Liam, stop!" he increased the space between him and the boys with Stiles grabbing his other shoulder too. 

Brett's face contorted with a smug grin as he lifted his water bottle to his lips. Who wasn't so smug, though, was Dallas Garcia. She narrowed her eyes at him from beside Kira and clenched her fists. What a jerk. 

While rage bubbled inside of her, she kept her eyes trained on the bottle. Within a few moments, the bottle had completely burst in his hand and soaked his face in ice-cold water. He leant over and spat the remainder out while attempting to control his choked coughs. 

Her sour look dropped. Maybe the blood worked a little too well.

They struck back to their starting positions and this time it was Stiles' turn to fight for the ball. He was determined to win. For his usual people-pleaser athleticism and, well, for other very good reasons. 

"You guys know that anabolic steroids are illegal in the United States?" Stiles chuckled. "You wear a lot of facial hair for a teenager. What are you on? Seriously? HGH? Samma radiation?"

Stiles thought back to when Dallas was pumped up with anti-freakout drugged and rambled on about drug cartels and Pablo Escobar. Maybe she was on the right track by the looks of things.

When the whistle blew, Stiles plucked up the ball from the ground and shot it directly towards Kira's net. Dallas was surrounded by opposing players who felt eager enough to pick on her out of everybody. Not only were they smug, but unoriginal too. 

She noticed Kira freeze up. "You run, Kira! Run!"

The Kitsune dodged the oncoming players and spun around taking a final blow into the net, finally earning a single goal for Beacon Hills High. 

The crowd cheered in unison. The lacrosse players backed away from Dallas and she spat towards them. "Yeah, fuck off Task Force."

Although, even though she scored, Finstock grew red with her persistent ignoring of his calls. "You didn't pass."

"-But I had a clear shot!"

"The play was for you to pass. This is a scrimmage. It's about teamwork, Yukimura. So, you're benched."

Kira felt hopeless. She looked at Scott with desperation before dropping to the bench. Once the game resumed, Liam kept his reign of rage. He tackled two players to the floor. One opposing and one of his own. They all let out clustered groans of pain. 

"Brett! Are you okay?"

Scott pulled him from the floor and grabbed him loosely by the collar. Lacrosse players crowded the field and downed players as they all wondered how bad the damage really was. "How hard did you hit him?" 

Liam spoke out through clenched teeth and seeths. "I didn't." he pulled out his visibly broken bone underneath his skin. "He hit me."

Stiles tore his eyes away from the fracture and subtly hid behind Dallas who let out an audible 'ouch'. "Squeamish, Stiles?" she taunted as he narrowed his eyes at her. 

"Psh, me, squeamish? Nah." he gulped. "I love.. gore. Blood. Broken bones, all of it."

She nodded along while Scott placed his ungloved hands onto his arm and snapped the bone back into place. "Ow!" Stiles tore his eyes away and lay his hand against his forehead. "Nope, nevermind, can't do that."

While Scott and Liam adverted their attention onto Brett, Dallas rose her eyebrows at Stiles. "Smooth."

With squinted eyes, Stiles chewed on his lip and leant against her shoulder. "Shut up."

The Paramedic aided to Brett while the team watched. "All right, Brett, we're gonna pick you up now." he warned as he pulled at his arms. His feet pathetically dragged against the grass as he was pulled from the field. 

"Are you cut? Did Garett cut you?" Scott glimpsed at Garett who clicked his blade back into his stick. 

"No, no. I'm okay."

Scott shared a worried look with his friends. "Then he missed."

Liam noticed this. "What do you mean?"

"Its you, Liam. You're the one he's after."

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Liam stood beside Dallas, Kira and Scott as he pulled the helmet from his head. "I talked to Coach. I'm out for the rest of the game."

Kira glanced to Scott. "What are you gonna do?"

"I don't know. Something's still not right. We're missing something-"

Scott didn't get to finish as Stiles popped out from behind them and slouched his arm over his girlfriend's shoulder, phone in hand. "Guys!" he panted. "Lydia just broke another third of the list."

Liam snapped his head to him. "Am I on it?"

"No, but Brett is."

Scott ran to the edge of the field as he left his behind. Dallie scrunched up her face as she felt Stiles gently pull her back with his hand. His face was serious and sympathetic - something she hated. What now?

"What's up?" She crossed her arms as he avoided her look. 

"We got a bigger look at the list." He pushed fumbled with his phone before passing it to her. Upon the screen was a pixelated photograph of the list. "She's on there, too."

MARILYN GARCIA - 20

"They're not just after you, Dallie. They want everybody."

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