♡ 𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ♡
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 thirty-𝘵𝘸𝘰

angel of small death and the codeine scene

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DALLAS GARCIA ENTERED THE POLICE STATION, HOLDING HEAVY LAW DOCUMENTS IN HER ARMS.

Her father had left the house without them and asked her to drop them off for him, which she happily obliged to. He had been spending alot of time at the law firm recently, so she was more than happy to see him. Sunglasses lay on her face while her eyes peeked out from behind the film. She lay on eyes on Derek Hale and Chris Argent, who seemed to be handcuffed to one of the benches outside of the Sheriff's Office. 

Before she could speak a word, she noticed how the officers and deputies clamoured around the room. It was peculiar to her as none of them actually explained what was happening. She grew worried as she realised how her father was absent. She didn't have much time to think before the windows of the Office blew through, the bomb inside activating. 

She ducked behind the desk and shielded herself from flying pieces of broken oakwood and glass. Dallas peeked her head out and through the rubble, she saw a hand grasp the door and noticed the twinkling of the watch on its wrist. She recognized it immediately - as it was the one she had gifted to her father for his birthday. Dallas then saw his face, cut and bloody while holding his abdomen. "Oh my god." she mumbled out before "Dad!"

Dallas sped over to the lawyer, who fell to the ground and bled out on the aluminium flooring. Blood coated his mouth and dripped from his fingers. He managed to speak through the thick liquid that had settled in his throat. "Dallas," he croaked, attempting to lean up but wincing in pain. "Get Scott."

She furrowed her eyebrows but did as she was told. The Siren pulled her cardigan from her petite shoulders and pressed it firmly against his abdomen to hopefully slow down the blood. It didn't have much use, however, as her fingers became coated with warm blood. She swallowed harshly and tore her eyes away before grabbing her phone. 

It rang a few times - something that made the girl curse aloud. "Fuck sake, McCall." she hissed. "Pick up." James' eyes began to flicker shut before he felt Dallie pull at his shoulder. "No, dad. Stay awake. Please stay awake." she pleaded to him. 

He pressed her hand against her cheek and stained her skin with his blood before nodding. Finally, she heard the familiar voice of Scott McCall. "Dallas, what's up?" he spoke calmly. Too calmly for her liking. 

"Scott, there's.." she stuttered, stumbling over her sentences as she stared down at her injured father. "There was a bomb at the Sheriff's station and there's blood everywhere, I don't know what to do-"

"Okay, what's happening right now?" The McCall glanced at Stiles from the passenger seat before connecting eyes with Kira Yukimura in the back seat. "Dallas?" he noticed her silence. 

"My dad." she breathed heavily, the sick feeling of dread set on her delicate chest. "He got hit. He's bleeding bad and I can't stop it."

"Stay where you are." He dropped the call and turned to the Stilinski who only just parked in front of the Sheriff Station. "The bomb hit here."

Dallas threw her phone to the floor.  She glimpsed around the room at the broken office and immediately felt nauseous. She had already lost one parent there and now she was about to lose another. She started to understand why everyone talked about her Siren heritage as a curse - not because it became activated through some silly ritual. But because it completely ruined her life.

"Dallas?" she heard the worried voice of Scott McCall through the thin walls. Then thundering steps came next. Scott McCall instantly dropped to her side and offered to help in any way he could. The shouting of officers pounded loudly against his ears.  

She spun her head around and gritted her teeth together. Her glasses slipped down onto her nose and exposed her bright white eyes. When she spoke, her sharpened teeth gleamed under the lights. "It won't stop."

Stiles Stilinski stood in the doorway and continued calling for help before turning back to the two. "Scott," he swallowed before speaking again. "Take his pain, give him a chance." 

Scott gave the boy a sceptical look, but when he saw Dallie's panicked gaze at her father, he immediately placed one hand on his arm. His veins blackened with the human's pain and clenched his teeth together. 

 He noticed how Dallas handled herself pretty well with the strong scent of blood surrounding her. Slowly but surely, she was controlling herself. Things seemed to pass in a blur as the sight of emergency doctors and Sheriff Stilinski rushed through the room. They pulled James up from the floor and slung his arms around their shoulders before carrying him out of the building. 

Scott helped Dallas up from the floor, something that made the Stilinski narrow his eyes. Within seconds, Kira Yukimura appeared from the darkness. "The Oni," she glanced to Dallas who pushed her sunglasses over her pearly eyes. "They're coming!"

"Stiles, we gotta get you outta here." Scott murmured to his best friend who held a dazed look on his face. "There's gotta be somewhere where the Oni can't follow." 

"There is." Dallas reminded Scott which caused the three to look at her. "The Animal Clinic. It's lined with mountain ash, right?"

Kira dropped her hands to the side. "You think that'll buy us enough time?" 

"It's worth a try."

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Melissa McCall rushed around the Beacon Hills Hospital. Scuffling of nurses and stretcher wheels entered her ears until she finally glanced up from her clipboard. Inside the stretcher, James Garcia was having oxygen pumped into his body with the mask clipped over his face. 

The doctors and nurses pushed the pedestrians out the way as they approached her. One doctor gave her a knowing look before speaking. "Caught in an explosive bomb. From what I can tell, he's got some soft tissue injury, multiple fractures and a devastating blow to the abdomen." 

"Chance of survival is pretty low, Melissa." He warned once more. However, the nurse held a determined look on her face and helped guide the wheels. 

Melissa clenched her jaw and felt the world settle on her shoulders. There was no way the Siren could lose both parents. Not in such a small amount of time. Even if it took all her might, she was determined to save James Garcia's life.

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Kira Yukimura, Dallas Garcia, Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski all exited his beaten down jeep, running underneath the pounding rain and slamming against the Animal Clinic door. Scott spun his heard around and lay eyes on three of the Oni, all sporting long stygian Samurai swords. Sparks flickered on the steel as they dragged them across the wet asphalt. "Stiles, get inside!" he ordered before throwing the keys in his direction. 

He connected eyes with Dallas, who gave him a firm nod. Dallas stood still, thinking of everything that had caused her pain over the years. How her mother was chased to the ends of the earth, how she spent her Prom night in the morgue, how her father now lay in the hospital fighting for his life. It all made her heart thump faster and allowed the adrenaline to enter her bloodstream. When she met eyes with him once more, she had learned to control his transformation. Sure, she didn't have her tail, but her nails grew into skin-tearing claws and man-eating teeth tug at her soft lips. Veins crept out from underneath her eyes which held a whitish glow as the rest of her body became a warm, diluted blue. 

"Kira, get inside." She mumbled to the girl. Kira didn't seem afraid of her - which made her smile slightly. She had already seen what Scott was capable of and had already been thrown into the supernatural deep end herself.  "Scott would lose his mind if anything happened to you."

"No." Kira spoke with a stern voice. "I'm staying. I'm apart of this now."

Dallas didn't bother arguing with her. Whether Scott wanted to admit it or not, she was right. "Then think fast," she mumbled as she watched the Oni charge towards them.  Dallas narrowly avoided a blow from the Oni's sword, the metal clanking on the ground beside her instead. Her flexibility came useful as she flipped backwards and picked up the sword. She was unsure what to do with it, however, as it wasn't really her forte. 

She did the next best thing and positioned it over her shoulder, throwing it through the air like a reflective trident and watching as it buried itself in the Oni's stomach. It disappeared into a fit of dust before Kira picked it up from the floor. She fought effortlessly for someone who had no previous training or knowledge about the supernatural. Scott found it peculiar, momentarily pausing and watching her curiously. 

"Scott, watch out!" Dallas tried to warn him but before he knew it, the Oni struck it's sword into his stomach. The Siren felt her reflexes take over and slammed her hand against the wet floor. Ripples swam through the water and slammed against the Oni's feet, sending the spirit flying backwards and slamming his back against the floor. 

Stiles Stilinski appeared in the doorway. Both Kira and Dallas slung the Lycan's arms around their shoulders as the human guided them into the animal clinic. "Alright, get him inside!"

They stumbled clumsily into the clinic while the door slammed behind them. Scott gasped for air. Dallas transferred his weight onto Kira as she helped settle him down on the metal medical table. He grunted as they struggled to pull the sword from his gut and felt it sink lower into his stomach. "Dallas," Stiles spoke out. "There should be some bandages in the back. Some stitches or something."

"Got it." she nodded along. She didn't take any notice to his strange behaviour and fled through the middle doors. The Nogitsune watched her leave before taking a harsh grip at Kira's wrist. He pulled it away from the sword handle and rose it to her face. Kira shook with pain before she felt him wrap his arm around hers and slam her head down against the metal table. She fell to the floor, completely knocked out.

Meanwhile, Dallas tred back into the room. She held medical supplies in her hand but dropped them to the floor once she lay eyes on Kira. She rushed to her side and sent a crazed look to Scott. He shook his head warningly at her before the Siren came to a terrifying realisation. "You know, you two are really easy to trick." 

Dallas was no longer talking to her boyfriend anymore, but something otherwordly. He turned to her with a frown. "I was hoping you'd take longer than that." he knelt down to her. 

"Please, stop." Scott mumbled out which made Void's look turn menacing. 

"Shut up, Scott." he hissed to the Lycan before softening his look for the girl. "I am really sorry about your father, Dallie." The Nogitsune used the nickname Stiles held for her and grinned slightly. He leant forward and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear with his fingers before swiping his thumb across her cheek. "He just knew too much. And well, I have to protect my toys." he spoke the last part as if it were obvious before giving her a dashing smirk. 

He then turned to Scott, his fingers twirling around the sword before taking a firm grip at it. He spun it around in the lycan's stomach. He howled out in pain while Void lay his hand on his shoulder. "Does it hurt?" he taunted. "Hey, look at me. You should have done your reading, Scott. See, a nogitsune feeds off chaos, strife and pain. Today, you took it from a dying human. All his pain, his worries. You took it all." he lay his hands on the side of his head. "Now, give it to me." 

Dallas watched in horror as Scott struggled to breathe, black veins appearing from his face and seeping into the Nogitsune's hands. Once he seemed satisfied, he held a sadistic grin on his face. "You really need to learn." he spoke to them both. "You should never trust a fox."

"You know why? Cause they're tricksters. They'll fool you." He glanced over to Dallas with a wicked glint in his eye. "They'll fool everyone."

"Not everyone." Deaton spoke from beside him. Void knitted his eyebrows together before he felt the syringe stick in his neck. As he fell to the floor, he connected eyes with the siren. She pulled Kira's unconcious head onto her lap as she watched the nogitsune lose conciousness. Even with the posion running through his veins, he still managed to give her a smile through his weak lips. 

"What was that?" Scott mumbled to Deaton. "Was that a cure?"

Dallas watched as he shook his head and give her a frown. "The Fox is posioned, but not dead." he glanced at the passed out Stilinski on the floor. "Not yet."

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a/n: two updates in two days?? who am i