𝟒𝟎 , 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦

✯☾✯

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐳𝐳 within Beacon Hills High. Miss Blake had organised a musical recital to honour the lost, and, around half an hour before it began, the school was filling up with an eager audience.

The problem? All the teachers, the next predicted category of sacrifice, were rounded up in one place, granting the Darach the perfect selection to pick from.

Lizzie had arrived with Stiles at Scott's call, abandoning the attempt to convince Sherrif Stilinski that certain supernatural entity's existed and both of them were heavily involved, and had jumped at the chance to leave such activity.

Upon arrival, the first issue in what was to be a dramatically problematic night was the common occurrence that liked to revisit the Trinity. Lydia Martin was missing.

Scott had seen her enter the school not long ago, he'd spoken to her but since then, he couldn't say he'd caught a single glimpse of the strawberry blonde.

With the rampage of sacrifices wreaking havoc on their town, no one could take any chances with one's whereabouts, Lydia was no exception.

Lizzie wiped her sweating palms against her faded joggers, biting on her lip, it was too often that her friends were bouncing in and out of being in danger and safety. It was too unpredictable and it was destroying Lizzie's nervous tendencies.

She, Scott and Stiles had anxiously searched the school without drawing the least amount of attention as possible, hoping desperately Lydia had only headed home.

Finding it hard to manage her emotions, Lizzie had tried her best to keep herself together and forced herself to ignore the bleak pit in her stomach. She hadn't seen or heard from Isaac all day and despite the fact, the supposed current pattern was teachers, it was not reliable.

The recital had begun, a dramatic cacophony of strings and pipes dancing through the echoing hallways.

Scott, Stiles and Lizzie were loitering outside the school, biting nails and pacing, when a tumultuous shriek overcame the music and beat against the canals of the trinity's ears.

It was almost as if Lydia had personally signed and written them a letter to tell them she was in trouble.

Scott, having the most sensitive hearing of the three, collapsed thunderously against the concrete, groaning in discomfort, his hands covering his ears.

Lizzie bolted from the spot, unable to take it any longer. She crashed through the metal double doors and into the school, all she could think about was the fear swimming in the echos of Lydia's scream.

The distance seemed to stretch as she approached the English hallway, Lizzie's mind running faster than her feet.

There was a singular door closed in that hallway, shadows flickering through the small, distorted pane of glass. The scream had come from there, Lizzie was sure of it.

In one swift movement, Lizzie skidded to a halt and pushed the door open. For once her fear had been swallowed almost immediately, it hadn't paralysed her and forced her into a useless state. This was Lydia.

The pixie's breath, her sharp gasps, caught in her throat.

Lydia's eyes, wide with fear, tears, clotted with mascara, dripping down her pale cheeks, met Lizzie's. A silent, anguished plea.

It was as if Lydia was trying to tell her something, convey everything she couldn't say outside in hopes she could do something— anything.

It was then, Lizzie noticed the restraints that bound Lydia to a chair and the tall figure that loomed over her, blocking the moonlight that streaked into the classroom in lacerations.

Without an opportunity for a second thought, Lizzie stepped through the door way and the figure slinked behind Lydia, allowing the moonlight to stream in completely and bounce off their face.

Miss Jenifer Blake. The timid english teacher, the new girl in town, Derek Hale's lover, had Lydia tied up in her own classroom.

"Well, hello there," Miss Blake flashed a toothy, wicked grin, gliding the tips of her fingers along Lydia's shoulder, "Lovely of you to join us, Lizzie."

Lizzie's voice trembled as she shouted, "Leave her alone!"

Jenifer only chuckled disdainfully at Lizzie's cry. She ignored her and tightened Lydia's restraints. From her dress pocket, she pulled out a thick piece of wire.

The moon was almost full and it was powerful, Lizzie moved quickly, harvesting it's strength, balling it up and hurling it at her english teacher.

The pixie stepped back, expecting the ball of light to pelt into the woman but, to her surprise, it stopped mid air and faded fast.

Jenifer laughed again, cynically, waving her hands in the air. A second chair scraped across the floor and an invisible forced plummeted into Lizzie's chest, knocking her into it.

Her hand shot out and glided across Lizzie's face viciously, her rings cracking against the side of her cheek.

"Technically, Lydia is my final sacrifice, but, sacrificing a pixie? That would do wonders for my strength," Jenifer pondered to herself out loud as she ripped two big pieces of duct tape up and wrapped them around Lizzie's fore arms, binding her to the chair too.

Lizzie struggled against the tape, every movement futile, just a few feet away from her Lydia sobbed, her face stricken with fear.

Lizzie's heart pounded in her chest, helplessness surging through her veins as she watched in horror as Jenifer wrapped her wire around Lydia's delicate throat.

Lydia's eyes gravitated to Lizzie's once again but, the pixie struggled to look at her directly. She'd failed her. She'd sprung into action and sprinted here only to fail her.

"One last philosopher." Jenifer murmured, revealing a knife which she clutched in one hand as she pulled the wire against Lydia's neck.

The redhead began to choke gutturally. And the woman, the Darach, brought the silver dagger to Lydia's neck.

"Drop it!" A male voice bellowed over Lizzie's protesting cries and Lydia's coughs.

Sherif Stilinski appeared at the doorway Lizzie had just minutes ago, pointing his gun directly at Jenifer.

Said woman seized up, startled. But, not for long, she whipped the knife from Lydia's skin and launched it straight into Noah's chest.

Tears streamed down Lizzie's cheeks, her eyes wide as she watch Stiles' father fall.

His gun hit the ground next to him, nugatory. Until, it was swiped up again from the ground.

Feminine fingers curled around the handle, the gun was brought up and the trigger was pulled.

One. Twice. Three times.

The bullets flew into Jennifer's stomach and as she was knocked back, Lizzie used the opportunity to wiggle her fingers from under the duct tape and direct the moonlight at her.

Smoke blew from the gun in Annie's hand, her expression unfocused and unyielding.

"Man," she exclaimed, "I got to get me one of these."

The girl admired the sleek, black weapon, proudly, but quickly pointed it forward once again as Jenifer dragged herself up.

"There was a girl," Sherif Stilinski croaked from the ground, "Years ago, we found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart, that was you wasn't it?"

"Maybe i should've started with philosophers," Jenifer quipped and approached the man with the knife sticking out of him and Annie, who stood behind him. "With knowledge and strategy."

"Hey, back up, bitch! Now, i've got a fucking problem." Annie yelled, firing the gun again at both Jennifer's legs.

The woman stumbled slightly but in seconds the bullet wounds had healed up.

"Healers"

The gun was flung out of Annie's grasp and before she could ignite the tingling flames in her palms she was catapulted to the side, into the wall.

Jenifer growled as she grabbed Stilinski by his police uniform, forcing him backwards.

"Warriors."

She twisted the knife in his chest and ripped of his Sheriff's badge and crushed it in her palm.

"Guardians."

"Virgins," She whispered as she attached her lips to his.

And, once she pulled away, the facade of a beautiful, kind, wise woman, melted away, leaving her true face.

Pale and slashed beyond resemblance. Eyes bloodshot, teeth rotten.

Lizzie glanced down at her restraints, tugging upwards until she pulled free but, when she looked up again at the sound of glass smashing, Jenifer Blake and Noah Stilinski were gone.

She yelled out in frustration, standing and rushing into the now empty space.

The sound of two others entered the room, Scott and Stiles had arrived, they'd shoved their way through the barricaded door only to be met with Lizzie's tearful eyes and a knowing silence.

✯☾✯

Derek's loft was dark, every few seconds a crash of lightening illuminated the pitiful interior. The storm outside had lost control, hurling its anger at anything not bolted into the ground.

The decrepit door slid open.

"Derek?" Jennifer's voice, glazed in honey, called out, "Derek, where are you?"

"Right here." The wolf replied, casually strolling across the empty floor towards this girlfriend.

"Thank god!" The woman shrieked, throwing herself forward into him, the lightening elucidating their fated relationship as they met in a strong hug.

"Something happened, at the recital. At the school." Jenifer panted, pulling away but, still clutching on to Derek. "Okay, I need to tell you before you hear any of it from them."

As the woman acted damsel in distress, so exquisitely, Stiles, Scott and Lizzie, hid quietly in the shadows, observing this outstanding performance.

"From who?" Derek had neutralised his expression, his muscles softened, his brow clear.

"Lizzie, Scott, Stiles," Jenifer continued quickly, "They're gonna tell you things. Things you can't believe. You have to trust me, okay? You trust me."

"What is it?"

Jenifer upon not hearing the reassurance she expected, pleaded, "Promise you'll listen to me."

"I promise."

A billow of long-awaited relief flooded the woman as she pulled herself up on her tip-toes to kiss Derek. But, the sweetness from their previous kisses, the sensitive passion they'd shared had long since dissolved.

She pulled away, "They're already here, aren't they?"

Behind her, the trio emerged from their hiding place, Scott and Stiles striding in front whilst Lizzie trudged behind.

Jenifer's face contorted at the sight of them, her brow's lowered, gravitating closer together.

"So...they told you. That i'm the one taking people?"

She said it as if they were insane, the three of them, all ganging up against an innocent English teacher.

"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott snapped a correction, his breathing rapid in rage directed towards this... fraud.

"Oh, that's right." The woman scoffed, refusing to give up the act, the part she was playing, "Committing human sacrifices? What, cutting their throats? Yeah, i probably do it on my lunch hour. That way, I can get back to teaching high school english the rest of the day. That makes perfect sense."

"Where's my dad?" Stiles croaked, unshed tears distorting his vision of the woman that had taken his father.

"How should i know?" Jenifer exclaimed.

Lizzie stepped out from behind the boys, sliding her arm through Stiles' and leaning against him to offer as much comfort she had inside her tiny body.

"Please, Miss Blake. He's hurt and I can help him. I can heal him."

Jenifer's jaw fell slack and she turned back to Derek.

"Derek, tell me you don't believe this."

Derek's eyes flitted across her face before progressing to the teenagers behind her.

The fear. The sorrow. The fury.

He drunk it all in.

"Do you know what happened to Stiles' father?" He asked Jenifer, calmly.

"No.." Her voice wavered.

"Ask if she knows why Lizzie has this cut on her face," Scott jabbed a finger towards the gash, surrounded by a nasty red circle on Lizzie's cheek, "Or, ask her why she almost killed Lydia."

Jenifer spun around, taking in the sight of Lizzie's small injury, trying her best to hide the glint of pride, "Oh, Lizzie, that looks painful but, i don't know why you think i had anything to do with it. A- and Lydia Martin? I don't know anything about that!"

"What do you know?" Derek's temper was rising.

"I know that these guys, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story. And one they can't prove, by the way."

Scott raised his eyebrows. Was that a bet?

"What if we can?"

He raised a small jar of an ashy-looking substance. Powdered Mistletoe.

The teen wolf picked up the sound of Jenifer's increased heartbeat and watched the small drip of sweat that ran down her perfectly crafted face.

"What is that?"

Scott stepped forward, unscrewing the cap of the jar, "My boss told me it's a poison and a cure...which means you can use it...and it can be used against you."

"Mistletoe?" Jenifer gritted her teeth.

Without warning, Scott tossed the powder in the air and it swarmed around her and as she writhed and cried out, flashes of her true face appeared once more.

Once the powder had settled on the floor, Jenifer was unguarded, no longer hidden behind the veil of normalcy she'd moulded, but revealed to everyone.

Derek acted immediately, catching the Darach by her throat.

She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut in pain, "No, wait, you need me."

Derek ignored her, "What are you?", he roared.

"The only person who can save your sister." Jenifer replied. Derek paused, struggling to keep control but, at the mention of Cora, disbelief mixed with the rage inside of him.

"Call Peter. Call him!"

Derek reluctantly did as she said and just like Jenifer had told him, Cora was failing fast. When Lizzie and Stiles had taken her to the hospital that afternoon she was stable. Now, it seemed she'd taken a turn for the worse.

Hanging up on his uncle, distraught, Derek squeezed Jenifer's throat tighter.

"Derek." Scott abruptly caught onto what Derek was trying to do...kill her. "Derek, what are you doing?"

"Her life—", Jenifer struggled to speak within spluttering chokes and gasps, "It's in my hands!"

"Stop! Derek, Stop!" Stiles joined Scott, Jenifer's airway was closing, she was dying and without her Stiles' father was lost forever.

"Stilinski, you'll never find him." Jenifer's sneer was part of the beg for her life.

"Derek... Derek!"

His eyes remained burned up with wrath but the alpha werewolf did release the woman and she collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"That's right," She murmured after she'd recovered, "You need me. All of you."

✯☾✯

The group had travelled through the storm by car with Jenifer close at hand. The teens had managed to prove to Derek that she'd betrayed them all but, that didn't seem like it mattered to her, it seemed like she wanted this to happen.

They arrived at Beacon Hills memorial where Cora was shortly, Stiles had retrieved at bat for himself and Lizzie from his trunk. The pixie has also managed to convive the boys to pick up Annie on the way.

They'd agreed only because they'd seen what she'd done to try and help Stiles' dad and they could use extra man-power, not because they trusted her.

The group's entrance to the hospital was nothing short of suspicious, two baseball bats and a woman held hostage but, the doctors and nurses were too busy hurrying to tend to storm related injuries to notice.

Mellisa was warned to leave as soon as Scott bumped into her.

"The building is supposed to be clear in 30 minutes." Mellisa informed her son in a hushed voice, "We've got two ambulances that are coming back. One's 10 minutes out, the other's 20. Cora needs to be on one of those. They'll be picking up in the basement garage."

Lizzie stared at the woman in admiration, she was so eager to help, so supportive. But, she didn't even know the Sheriff was missing yet.

Congregating in a small shield around Jenifer, the group set off again through the hallways until they reached the elevator, which they all crammed in.

The small space was in excess of awkward silence, Derek had a powerful grip on Jenifer's arm, Lizzie and Stiles held they're bats up ready for movement and Scott and Annie glared dangerously at her.

"You don't have to—"

"Oh, shut up, bitch, please." Annie shouted over the top of her, causing Jenifer to fall quiet sheepishly and the rest of the elevator party into astonishment. None of them were used to someone as forward as Annie.

The fire pixie flicked her scorching hair over her shoulder, poking a finger in Jenifer's back to push her forward as the elevator doors opened.

Derek took it from there, dragging the woman along, uncaring, whilst the others followed.

The hallway, on this floor, was surprisingly empty, no patients lay in the plastic hospital beds scattered around the corridor, and the only signs of human life were the puddles of sticky, black liquid on the floor.

The sound of a commotion came from behind the double doors at the end of the hall and they burst open, Peter Hale slid through along the floor, groaning.

"We got a problem." He spoke, looking up at Derek.

"Big problem."

A towering werewolf glared down at the figures in front of it, throwing its head back and releasing a predatory roar. It was the twins in their over-powered wolf form.

And just to think Lizzie believed they were now on good terms with Ethan and Aiden.

"Doble Problema." She agreed, nodding.

An obvious fight began, Derek and the twins clashed brutally. Derek's driven madness led him to last just over 10 seconds against the wolf, a new record. As he fell, Scott launched himself at them, then Lizzie, then Peter, then Annie.

The ginger grinned delightedly at the prospect of a fight, pulling Sherrif Stilinski's gun out of her back pocket and firing madly.

Stiles spotted Cora's sprawled out body and skidded past the chaos to get to her.

"I thought you had fire powers!" He shrieked as he narrowly dodged one of Annie's bullets.

"I do!" She replied as she fearlessly strode closer to the conjoined wolf.

"Why aren't you using them!"

Annie craned her neck just for a second and winked at the boy, "I'm saving it for the finale."

With the combined power of all the supernaturals, Scott managed to slightly over the power the twins, yelling at them to stop fighting.

"We only want her!" They growled in response, reminding Scott of Jenifer's existence. He turned at the bitter prompt to the spot they'd left the woman just in time for the lift doors to close and Jenifer was gone.

But, they had bigger fish to fry. Much bigger fish that came in the form of an oversized Alpha wolf.

Fortunately, together, they managed to haul Cora's unconscious body into an operating theatre. Unfortunately, the twins followed.

But, after Stiles' failed attempt to use his bat to contribute to the situation, Scott subdued Ethan and Aiden out of their wolf and into perfectly naked humans but, there was no accounting for how long it would take for them to merge again.

Cora's body was laid carefully on an abandoned operating table and the doors were slammed shut behind.

"Where's Jumbo Supreme?" Annie retorted, brushing the copper strands of hair out of Cora's ashen face.

"Not far behind."

"And bitch-face?"

Scott said nothing and only panted heavily.

"What does that mean?" Stiles panicked, "What does that mean? Like, she's gone? Scott, are you kidding me?"

"Shh, be quiet!" Derek snapped.

With a sudden, explosive movement, Stiles was in Derek's face, his voice trembling in anger, "Me be quiet? Me, huh? Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic, mass murdering girlfriend— the second one you've dated by the way, has got my dad somewhere tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed..."

"Stiles," Lizzie uttered, gently grabbing his hand.

"L," His voice cracked, the hazel-eyed boy turning and looking down at her dirt covered face, "Ethan and Aiden are still out there and they want her. They're going to kill her so my dad and Cora are both dead!"

"Not yet." Lizzie murmured, she squeezed Stiles' hand and as she did, a familiar warmth blossomed in her chest, the same warmth she felt whenever she healed someone.

But, Stiles wasn't hurt.

Well, maybe not physically.

Stiles had seen this ability in action countless times. But tonight, as Lizzie held his hand, something different happened. The beautiful purple glow dived below the skin in search for something deeper. The boy gasped, he felt...lighter. Yes, the impending worry of his dad's safety was still at the forefront of his mind but, he no longer had the need to rip someone's head off.

"Lizzie..." Stiles whispered, his voice wavering. "What are you doing?"

Lizzie frowned, confused. "I'm not sure," she admitted, her voice soft. "I just wanted to help."

Another wave of warmth reached into Stiles' being, nurturing it, soothing it.

Lizzie could feel it now, the same way she felt when mending a cut. But this was different, more profound. She wasn't healing Stiles' flesh; she was touching his soul, soothing the raw wounds that no one could see.

She didn't know she could do that. But, she was glad she could.

Lizzie tended to Stiles and then planned to move on to see what she could do for Cora.

But, before she could, the doors swung open again with a creak. What greeted Jenifer Blake was a number of surprised faces, she'd come back.

"Only I can save Cora. I can save her, and I can tell you where Sheriff Stilinski is. But there is a pack of Alphas out there who want me dead. So, i'll help you, but only, if you get me out of here safely. Only then."

Derek threw a table out of his way and wildly lunged for Jenifer.

Scott caught him just in time.

"She was trying to get away!"

"I was trying to keep from getting killed, you can't blame me for that." Jenifer justified, unfazed from Derek's attempt to attack.

"If you want to show you're one of the good guys, then heal her." Stiles insisted.

"Not until i'm safe." Jenifer lightly shut him down.

"I'd like to volunteer a different method of persuasion. Let's torture her." Peter offered.

Annie perked at the idea, reaching for her gun.

"Annie!" Scott warned, and the girl put the firearm back in her pocket unwillingly.

There was a crackle from above and the intercom came alive with a recognisable voice, "Um, can i have your attention?"

Mellisa McCall, who was supposed to be long gone by now.

"Mr Deucalion... excuse me, just Deucalion requests you bring the woman calling herself Jenifer Blake to the ER reception. Do this and everyone can leave. You have 10 minutes."

The intercom off shut off.

Jenifer, watching Scott's face, feared for her safety.

"He's not gonna hurt her."

"Shut up!" Derek ordered.

"He won't! Scott, you know why. Tell them it's true."

Confusion etched the brows of everyone.

"What does she mean?" Asked Derek.

Scott said nothing, so, Jenifer answered for him.

"You're not the only one he wants in his pack."

✯☾✯

Deucalion wanted Scott in his pack. Scott McCall. A true alpha. A rare species who was said to become an alpha solely by the strength of their character, their virtue and sheer willpower.

That was Scott. Noble, heroic Scott.

"It dosen't matter." He brushed off everyone's attention immediately. "We still need to get her out of here."

That comment satisfied Jenifer immensely but Stiles protested.

"Scott, your mom-"

"My mom said there's one more ambulance coming in 20 minutes and i don't think we've been here that long. So, if we can get down to the garage, get to the last ambulance, we can get out of here." Scott pitched, pushing the idea of his mother in the hands of Deucalion out of his mind.

"The twins aren't just gonna let us walk out," Peter announced, shining light on the flaws in the plan.

"I'll distract them." Scott uttered gravely.

"You mean fight them?" Derek demanded in concern.

"Whatever i have to do."

"I'll help you." Derek declared, willing to defend his sister and stay loyal to Scott.

"Um, sorry but i'm not going anywhere without you, Derek." Jenifer contradicted the plan making, pausing.

"Or Lizzie. I want her with me at all times."

There were collective cries of outrage at the mere prospect of Lizzie, one, going anywhere with Jenifer, and two, leaving Cora, seeing as she may also have the ability to heal her.

"Absolutely not." Scott shut the woman deep down into the core of the earth.

"Look, we're going up against Alphas who want my head on a stick. I need Derek for protection and Lizzie in case anything happens to me."

"You can shove-"

"It's okay, i'll do it."

Everyone turned to the meek girl, shuffling to stand next to Derek. Her bright eyes met Scott's dark.

"Please just get Cora to safety, i'll be okay and i'll be back to see what i can do in a bit."

Scott winced, not prepared to put anyone else at risk, especially not Lizzie, but nodded tiredly.

"I'll help Scott," Peter volunteered, very out of character, "But, i'd prefer to be out there with an advantage."

"Advantage like what?" Stiles questioned, "You mean like a weapon?"

Peter glanced at him, "I mean like a fire pixie."

Annie rolled her eyes, but agreed to help none the less.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of light a single hanging bulb but, faces were seen clearly. Everyone knew what they had to do.

Each person had a role, a specific task that would either make or break the entire operation. There was no room for error.

Annie, Scott and Peter exited one way and sauntered towards a bloody fight and once the combat engaged, Annie's flames lighting up the hall, Derek, Lizzie and Stiles snuck Cora out the opposite way.

They carried the poor girl through the hospital and down numerous flights of stairs until they found what they were looking for.

One singular ambulance remained in the bay in the basement of the hospital. Lizzie reached for the rear doors and grasped the cool metal handles.

She yanked them open and they swung wide with a metallic clunk, allowing Stiles and Derek to place Cora on the bed inside.

"Derek, Lizzie," Miss Blake called from out of sight. The pair stepped out of the vehicle and followed her voice.

The body of the ambulance driver lay face down against the floor, blood leaking out of him.

"Julia..." Kali sung as she appeared from behind the front of the van, swinging the keys around her finger, "It is you."

Jenifer gulped, stepping behind Lizzie and Derek.

"You guys can't beat her on your own," She whispered.

"That's why we are gonna run..." Derek began backing away from the alpha wolf, encouraging the girls to do the same.

Back into the hospital they ran, panting desperately.

"Keep moving, Lizzie!" Derek ushered, his voice tight with urgency. He held the teen girl's hand in a firm grip, practically pulling her along. Lizzie's breath came in ragged gasps, fear and exhaustion sapping her strength. She struggled to keep up, her legs trembling beneath her.

Jenifer led the way, guiding them to an elevator. The trio jumped inside, behind them, the footsteps of Kali hollered within the halls.

Jenifer frantically pressed the button, jabbing her finger repeatedly, as the elevator doors closed with a metallic groan.

The three of them stood in a tense silence as the elevator jolted. Then, as if a response to their fear, the elevator suddenly shuddered, the lights flickering before plunging them into darkness. The grinding of metal against metal filled the air, and then—nothing. They'd stopped.

Derek let go of Lizzie's hand and used his supernaturaltural strength to pry the doors open, only to be met with a brick wall.

He moved on, looking up at the emergency hatch above.

Lizzie caught the beams of the few lights left working and balled up a warmer, candle-like lighting to fill the enclosed space.

Tucking herself in the corner, the pixie shoved her knees into her chest as she listened to the man and woman argue bitterly.

Derek thrust a hard, sideways glance towards Lizzie, his features gruff but, she knew it was his way of checking up on her.

She responded with a toothy grin which satisfied Derek enough to turn around and continue bickering with Jenifer over finding a way out.

"Derek, i know what you're thinking, that i'm using you and everything that's happened to us is a lie," Jenifer began to bare her soul as Derek waited impatiently for a text from Scott after letting him know what had happened.

"Or, that i'm evil. A bitch. But, i hope you're not thinking the most superficial thought. "Is that her real face?'"

Good lord, they were going to be stuck in here for a dreadfully long time.

✯☾✯

"What do you eat, man?" Annie groaned as she hauled a limp Peter Hale into the ambulance truck next to Stiles.

She and Scott were on a mission, they'd escaped the twins, for now, to be surprised with a power cut and the knowledge that Lizzie, Derek and Jenifer were trapped in an elevator.

Despite this, and Peter's impractical injury, the pair still needed to get Melissa McCall out of the hospital and to safety.

Before they knew it, they were back inside the damn hospital, roaming the dim-lit and desolate halls.

It was eerily quiet, like a blanket had been thrown over the building, blocking out any sound but shallow breaths.

Scott had been using his supernatural hearing to listen in to their surroundings. Something caught his attention and he stuck his arm out, stopping Annie in her tracks.

They stood still in the tranquility for a few nail-biting seconds before the Alpha twins came crashing around the corner, adding an amalgamation of chaos to the once noiseless atmosphere.

They lunged for Scott, the most menacing threat apparently and slammed him into the wall. Rude.

Annie could be just as minacious as him if she wanted to. God knew she had the raw power thrashing around in every crevice of her structure. 

"Where is she? We're trying not to hurt you!" The twins yelled, they're voice coming out in distorted, fucked up mixtures of the two boys human voices.

"Try harder!" Scott insisted angrily.

"Hey!" An unexpected voice intruded and the twins dropped Scott onto the floor. "I'd like to try something."

Melissa brandished a defibrillator in her hands and slammed them fearlessly into the Alpha's chest, causing them to tremble as electricity infiltrated their veins and knocked them to the floor.

The woman licked her chapped lips in satisfaction, "Get up, Sweetheart," She ordered her son.

Scott did so and ushered his mother and a gaping Annie through the doors and out of harms way.

"Sorry, I don't think we've met." Melissa offered her politeness with great speed.

Annie grinned, introducing herself, not without commenting on how badass the woman was.

Scott jumped in before they reared completely off topic, "How did you get away from Deucalion?"

"He just let me go. Said it was a gesture of goodwill, no other reason." Melissa explained, searching Scott's fave for the answers that were strung on a line so beyond her reach.

"He had to have a reason. I don't think he does anything without a reason." Scott understood, intensely brainstorming what actually was said reason.

"Yeah," Annie agreed, looking down at Melissa and backing up Scott. She was quite a tall girl, probably around 5 feet and 10 inches, tallest of all the girls in the group. This gave her an advantage when it came to hand to hand combat, that and the toned muscles that were visible from under her white, ribbed vest top that was now caked in sweat and blood.

"He doesn't seem like the charity type."

"Well, if that means that i should continue to be profoundly terrified then, don't worry about that. I got that covered." Melissa rambled shakily, wringing her worked hands out.

For a petrified, human woman, she wasn't doing to bad given the u fortunate situation. She had just walked straight up to an 8 foot alpha werewolf with only her doctor's equipment and come out without so much as a scratch.

Scott and Annie would have chuckled at her remark, only the click of a gun caught their attention, it came from just around the corner.

The tension built, Annie was surprised it still could as they slowly walked forward and circled the wall.

Isaac, Chris and Allison stared at Melissa, Annie and Scott with the exact same poised expression.

Isaac scoped them out as Scott gestured for them to follow him, there was one pixie there, but not quite the one he wanted to see.

"Where's Lizzie?" He demanded, automatically, he feared the absolute worst. That Jenifer had her.

"She's with Stiles." Scott replied shortly and Annie threw him a questioning look.

"Safe?" Isaac pushed, his hands balling on and out of fists as they did when he was nervous.

"Yep." Scott popped the 'p'. It was easier that Isaac didn't know the truth about Lizzie's real whereabouts. An irate Isaac Lahey was not something he could deal with right now.

"But, Derek and Jenifer are stuck in an elevator somewhere. The power went out."

The group had returned to the operating theatre where they had started to re-think the plan whilst Annie tried her best to ignore the awkwardness of not actually knowing anyone in the room, bar Scott.

"So, then they're essentially trapped?" Chris pressed for clarification, everyone gathering around the operating table.

"Yeah, and, there is no way of getting them out without turning the power back on." Isaac said, feeling slightly more comforted at the thought of Lizzie with Stiles. The boy himself may dislike the Stilinski boy strongly but, he knew he'd die for Lizzie in a heart beat.

"Wait, wait, wait, but, if the power is back on then, they're going to hear the elevator moving, right?" Melissa pointed out, referring to the many Alpha werewolves roaming somewhere in the building.

"And, then they'll get Jenifer and Derek as soon as it stops," Scott finished, he stared pointedly at Chris, "We can't get in a fight with them."

Chris nodded, acknowledging the boy, "You've got us now."

"Uhm, no offence but, you two are humans, no? You're hardly any match for an alpha pack." Annie interjected. She only received scoffs and glares. Clearly she didn't know enough they to comment.

"I don't think i even know what teacher this is." Chris threw his hands up in despair.

"The tall brunette. She's sort of a sexy, girl next door type." Annie cleared it up for the man, incompetently. Unfortunately, her observation did not gain her much more respect from the strangers.

However, it did spark the flame of a scheme in Allison's mind, "I've got an idea..."

✯☾✯

We have a plan.

Scott's message came through on Derek's phone, along with a beacon of hope. Lizzie gasped in delight, refraining herself from clapping her hands together and making unnecessary noise as Derek busied himself with following Scott's instructions.

A few more minutes of waiting went by, as, presumably, the plan was carried out.

Then, the elevator groaned to life again and as Derek, moving to press the button, Lizzie beside him, everything was unfolding with seamless precision. Until...

"Derek, please, look at me..."

Derek could sense what was coming, the horror that was lurking behind him, he clutched Lizzie to his side as he caught glance of Jenifer in the reflective elevator doors.

Her face was a twisted nightmare, a grotesque parody of the human face. A corrupt and everlasting curse.

✯☾✯

Isaac had slammed his foot on the gas pedal as soon as he'd spotted the twins, making a bee-line for the basement garage where he knew Stiles, Peter, Cora and Lizzie were.

As he pulled up near by, he leapt out of the car to help Peter and Stiles carry Cora to the sleek BMW.

Once she was safely in the backseat, Isaac's eyes swept over the vast emptiness of the garage and searched for the person who mattered the most. A knot of unease tightened in his chest, he turned to Peter.

"Where's Lizzie?"

Peter looked at the poor boy's expecting face in confusion, "She went with Derek and Jenifer about a half hour ago."

Isaac shook his head, frowning, "No, she's here."

Peter rolled his eyes, climbing into the car, they were running out of time.

"She was never with us. She left with Derek and Jenifer. Listen, Isaac, we have to go now or Cora's going to die. Lizzie will be inside with Scott. Now, move."

"Inside with Scott." Isaac repeated Peter's words, but the uneasy feeling gnawed at him, refusing to be silenced.

"Stiles, come on!" He called over to the boy.

Stiles was looking emptily at something on the door of the ambulance. He ignored Isaac's shout and instead sprinted in the opposite direction to the car.

Back into the hospital.

Isaac watched him leave despairingly, the realization hit him like a cold wave.

He hadn't heard a word from Scott, Stiles had disappeared, Cora as dying and no one was telling him where his damn girlfriend was.

Everything had unravelled.

Up on the roof of the building, Scott followed Deucalion, lost and left with no other choice.

Jenifer was no longer in the clutches of Derek and Lizzie, her staple 'protectors' were now broken and unconscious on the elevator floor and she'd escaped.

Intent on completing her sacrifices, Jenifer had jumped at the chance to obtain Melissa whilst she was on her own. And that, became two out of the three guardians.

Leaving Scott McCall with a giant, pouring gape in his exhausted heart.

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thank you so much for reading!!
i hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any notes and or suggestions.
this is a long one so i'm hoping it will satisfy you all until i get back from holiday.
i think this is annie's little introduction to the pack, so hopefully she'll be in more and more chapters and hopefully you all like her.
she's like the complete opposite to lizzie hahah.
oh and also, how does everyone feel about the multiple povs because event though lizzie will still be our main character, i was planning on doing a couple of chapters entirely from annie's point of view???

again thank you so much 😘!!

ps. would anyone be bothered if i changed annie's faceclaim to madelaine petsch???