Beacon Hills 1983

Chapter 61: The Switch Gang

(Teen wolf + The Originals)
11 November 1983, Tuesday

While the pack got ready to leave Beacon Hills...

There was no light in the dark dungeon, but Taylan knew it was morning. Aimee finally woke up.

"Morning." He smiled tiredly.
The events of yesterday and the night before still confused him, but Taylan was way too drained to figure it out. All he did know, was that when the vampire took Greg's watch out of his pocket, it burnt his hand.

Aimee was drowsy. "Wha' happened?"
Taylan struggled to speak with his lack of energy, "You've been knocked out for a day."
"A day?" She gasped, with that annoying British accent Taylan was beginning to grow fond of.
"Bu' those kids... Wha' did they do to ya? And why did they call you a..."
"Werewolf." He finished.

Aimee thought for a moment.
"So it's true." She spoke softly.
He sighed, "Yeah. I wanted to tell you, but didn't want to confuse you any more than you already were about Greg. Also, it's against the rules. I'm probably gonna be in trouble for this when I get home. Big trouble."

Aimee's eyes widened.
"Rules? There's more of you?"

Taylan would've nearly burst out laughing if he could. But then he remembered Aimee had no knowledge whatsoever that the supernatural world was a real thing.

"Um... Yes. There are as many of us supernatural beings as there are humans. If not more."
"So wha' were those teenagers?"
"Witches. But a rare kind. They draw magic out of other things that have magic."
"You have magic?" She asked.
Taylan poorly attempted a joke, "I mean, many girls have said I do."
When Aimee didn't laugh, he sighed, "My supernatural abilities are a form of magic, I guess."

Awkward silence.

"So you wanted the witches to find Greg by usin' his watch?" Aimee speaks again.
"Yep."
"Bu' then hooligans kidnapped us?"
To that, Taylan did laugh, weakly. "Yeah. I guess vampires are hooligans, aren't they?"
Aimee raised her eyebrows, but then she laughed too.

Suddenly, they heard a scratching noise, and crumbling rocks.
"Wha's that?" Aimee asked, not really expecting an answer.
The door fell off its hinges.

In the entrance, stood the four dilinquent siphoners, with smug looks on their faces.
Taylan wanted to scream, or fight, but he had no energy. None at all.
The most he got out was a strangled,"Hey!"

"Oh relax, Pretty." said the girl with dark hair. She appeared to be their leader. "We're here to bust you out."

The statement came as sort of a surprise. Taylan assumed they were just four thieves, who stole magic from people and caused trouble in the surrounding neighborhoods.
"What?" He said, struggling to keep his head up.

Dark hair rolled her eyes. "C'mon guys, let's get Pretty and the girl out before Marcel gets back."

The other three witches came in and used their siphoned magic to unlock the chains on the prisoner's hands.
Taylan felt an instant relief, as his hands had been uncomfortably chained behind him for a long time.

The witches put on their hoods and scurried off.
"C'mon!" Freckle face waved.
Taylan limp-ran after them, and Aimee followed with a small jog.

The siphoners lead them through a maze of tunnels, and Taylan couldn't quite concentrate on where they were going, as he was too hungry and his stomach groaned. The witches were way ahead, and moving too fast. But the running made him tired, and Taylan didn't have the energy to tell them to slow down. Luckily, Aimee noticed, and held his arm, dragging him with her as she kept track of the witches.
Finally they made it out.