(TVDxTEEN WOLF)
'She sighed and bit her lip, looking into his hazel eyes. The eyes that used to look at her with so much hope, so much curiosity- now looked at her like she was a stranger. Like she was merely a pawn in his elaborate game.
She looke...
The clicks of Ms. Blake's heels entered the loft in a hurried motion. "Derek where are you?!"
"Right here."
Ms. Blake turned around and was met with the comforting figure of her love interest, but now, we weren't able to tell of her feelings were genuine, or just part of her plan.
"Thank god." Ms. Blake whispered. She ran to Derek and wrapped her arms around his neck. They embraced each other like they hadn't seen each other in years.
"Something happened. At the recital." Ms. Blake said when the two broke apart. "I need to tell you before you hear it- before you hear any of it from them."
"From who?" Derek asked, with a look of concern.
"Scott, Stiles... y/n. They're going to tell you things. Things you can't believe, you have to trust me okay? You have to trust me."
"What is it?"
"Promise you'll listen to me?" Blake asked.
Derek nodded softly. "I promise."
Ms. Blake sighed of relief and leaned in to kiss Derek. A flash of lightning struck outside before the woman pulled away.
The look on her face had changed from sincere, to suspicion as she looked into Dereks eyes.
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"They're already here aren't they."
We walked out from the behind the wall we were watching from and Ms. Blake followed Dereks gaze to see Scott, Stiles and I standing a few meters away from the couple.
"So." Ms. Blake said, looking down. "They told you it was me? That I'm the one taking people?"
"We told him you're the one killing people." Scott said.
"Oh that's right." Ms. Blake said with a mocking smile. "Committing human sacrifices, while cutting their throat? Yeah I probably do that on my lunch hour, that way I can get back to teaching high school english the rest of the day."
"That makes perfect sense." She added with a touch of sarcasm.
"Where's my dad?" Stiles asked calmly. I looked over and saw he had tears in his eyes, and one fell down his cheek.
"How should I know?" Ms. Blake asked, turning back to the alpha. "Derek, tell me you don't believe this."
Derek glanced at us for a brief moment and back at the lying woman.
"Do you know what happened to Stiles's father?" He asked.
"No." Ms. Blake said innocently.
"Ask her why she almost killed Lydia." Scott told Derek.
"Lydia Martin?! I don't know anything about that!"
"What do you know?" Derek said.
Ms. Blake turned to him and furrowed her brows. "I know that these kids, for whatever misguided reason, are filling your head with an absurd story." She turned back to us as lightning flashed through the window.
