Beacon Hills 1983

Epilogue

(Teen wolf + The Originals)
1 December 1983, Monday

"Nes." A voice calls.
I acknowledge it, but ignore.
"Nes." It calls again, more urgently.
I wake up restlessly, not in the mood to fight whoever it is that's-
"Taylan, go away!" I hiss.
But my brother continuously insists on waking me up.

Growling, I sit up, "What? What is it that's so urgent at four AM that you have to-"
As my annoyance eases away, I realise how... edgy he looks. Biting his nail and nervously pacing the room.

I'm now concerned, and stand up.
"Woah, are you okay?"
His eyes lock on mine and I instantly regret being annoyed at all. Taylan is a wreck.

Honestly, we've all been a wreck since... She died, but not like Taylan.
We thought it would've affected Mom the most, but she's been quite alright. She's coping, at least.

"Sh-She's alive, Nes... She's alive and she's in my room." He points a shaky finger at the doorway.
It's times like this, when he has nightmares and hallucinations, that my heart aches the most and it becomes harder to hold back my own sorrow.
I swallow the lump in my throat and be strong for him, as I always am.
"No, Taylan... She's not alive. We buried her, remember? You put flowers on her grave-"

He shakes his head, and steps back.
"Not Emel."

I sigh, realising it's one of those hallucinations again.
"Taylan, she isn't a ghost either."

He runs fingers through his hair, tears gleaming on his cheeks.
"I said, it's not Emel."

I frown. This is new.
"Then who is it?"

He opens his mouth to speak but I hear no words.
There's a creak in my door and suddenly, it swings all the way open.
A girl, possibly my age, with dark hair and wicked blue eyes stares back at me with a fanged grin.
"Me, darling."

I gasp as I recognize the girl, and nearly faint.
"Sally."