A/N Hey all, let's talk. It has been wayy too long since I've seen all of you sweet angels! I just finished rereading the entire fic, and I'm currently trying to get out a few chapters. I know most of you have probably grown out of the fic, and probably couldn't care less, but thank you for sticking with me as long as you did, and if you're still her: i love you, i miss you, and the fatal attraction cast is forever grateful for you guys giving me the space to bring them to life. thank you <3.
"I asked you a question. Who the hell are you?" Sage was growing impatient. The man was just staring at her, smiling at her.
"Now now. The aggression is beyond unnecessary, darling." His voice was like nails on a chalkboard.
"What is it with all of you comic book super villians calling me pet names? Seriously, get some better material and answer my question." Just as the words left her mouth, she felt an arm snake around her throat pulling at her airway.
"That isn't any way to talk to an alpha." She recognized the voice as Aiden Steiner, just her luck.
"Which thing are you, one or two." Sage's voice was muffled by the pressure being placed on her throat.
"Watch it you little-" Aiden screamed in pain as the brunette bit down on his fingers.
Just as both the twins lunged at her, ready to rip her throat out, there was a loud bang, the sound of the blind man's cane slamming against the ground.
"Let her go and wait for me outside. I must speak with the girl alone." Within the blink of an eye, Sage could breathe again, and she heard two sets of footsteps leaving the house. "I'm sorry for them, they're very... protective."
"More like psychotic. I'm guessing you're one of those alpha wolves everyone is so afraid of," She looked him up and down, like she was sizing him up, "You don't seem to be barefoot with hawk feet, or big and bald, and I'm assuming you don't combine with Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dickhead out there so who are you?" Sage was much too tired for games.
The man had the nerve to laugh, and if Sage were feeling bolder, she probably would've slapped him. "My name is Deucalion," he stepped forward, inching closer to her, "but I am not just an alpha. I am the demon wolf."
"The what?" Sage could barely contain her laughter, covering her mouth softly and coughing to hide her subtle amusement. She knew that laughing at a deranged serial killer wasn't a smart idea, but honestly that sentence sounded stupid.
"You've seen kanimas, you've seen your average werewolf, but you've never seen anything like me. I am the alpha of alphas. I am the apex of apex predators! I am death, destroyer of worlds! I am the Demon Wolf!" Deucalion shouted the last part and Sage couldn't help but laugh, her fear off death apparently floating away with every poorly poetic word. "What is so funny?"
"I'm sorry, the speech was lovely, I just... Did you plan that whole monologue?" Sage realized she made a mistake when he took his glasses off, showing pure red eyes, worse than any she had ever seen.
Every piece of her was subconsciously apologizing to Stiles for all the times she scared him into silence. After it was clear that Sage had no more snarky remarks, Deucalion placed his glasses over his eyes, adjusting his posture and plastering on that sickeningly sweet smile again.
"Bring me the alpha Ms. Finstock, or the next time we see each other will be when I'm watching my pack rip you limb from limb. And after that, at your funeral. As I am standing over your corpse with a smile." With that he walked out of the door, leaving Sage stunned.
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"Stiles? Why did you call all of us here?" Derek crossed his arms, leaning against the wall of Stiles' living room.
"They found Heather." Stiles' voice was filled with defeat, grief. He leaned closer into Sage's arms while Scott held on to his shoulder. "They found her body."
Sage rubbed his shoulder slowly as her eyes scanned the room. She would never tell the pack, but she was tired. Tired of some big bad always being one step ahead of them, and one of her friends being hurt in the process. The look in Stiles' eyes was enough to destroy her from the inside out if she let it.
The room fell silent for a quick moment, as if no one knew how to process what was happening, as if they didn't want to. Everyone in the room would really appreciate if the entire supernatural world forgot all about Beacon Hills. They missed when the worst thing they had to worry about was who was taking who to prom.
"Oh my god Stiles, I'm so sorry." Seraphina was the first to speak, in a soft tone as if she didn't knowing what to say, but wanting to be there for him.
"We saw Melissa at the hospital, she let us look over the autopsy, which in hindsight could definitely get her in trouble," Sage said softly.
"They said she was strangled with a..." Scott trailed off as he tried to remember the term that his mother used.
"Heather was strangled with a garrote, the same type of weapon that was used on the guy Lydia found. No one knows what links these two." Sage looked around the room, "where's Isaac?"
"He texted me earlier and said that he heard sirens when he was leaving the library and wanted to go check it out incase Sheriff needed any help." Boyd answered.
"Isaac aside, we need to find out what links the two of them. Stiles, do you think you can do this? If not we can do this another time." Derek felt guilty asking him to dig through his friend's life like this.
"I can do this." Stiles sat up, rubbing his eyes, "Let's do this."
The door to the Stilinski's house swung open and closed as two sets of footsteps came bounding up the steps, revealing Isaac and Noah, both who looked like they had seen a ghost. The room fell silent as the pack scanned the two of their expressions, searching for an answer.
"Dad what's wrong?" Evangeline was the first to speak, rising to her feet as worry filled her slowly.
"We," the sheriff avoided eye contact with his son, swallowing softly, "we found another body. A teen girl, around Evangeline's age. She was with her girlfriend, camping in the woods." He watched as Evangeline shifted slowly in her seat.
"Was she...." Sage didn't want to dig deeper into Stiles' wound of losing Heather, but they had to know.
"She was killed the exact same way," he stopped, looking around at the room, "Are you sure you kids need to hear all of this? I know you're all supernatural and weird, but-" Stiles spoke for the first time since his dad walked into the room.
"Dad, we need to know everything, we need to stop this. Heather wouldn't want anyone else to die like this."
"Her girlfriend said it was supposed to be a romantic night," Isaac's face grew red as he made a subtle glance at Sage, "they were, taking the next step." He coughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck.
The brunette stood up slowly, reaching for the file on the table and thumbing through it silently, her eyes determined to find the answer. After everything that happened last semester, she was one more supernatural event away from joining the convent so that none of it could get to her. She dropped the folder to a crime scene photo, the man that Lydia found at the pool.
"What about him?" Scott leaned forward, his eyes scanning the picture slowly.
"Look at his ring finger," Sage waited as she watched each of their eyes light up with recognition.
"The killer is sacrificing virgins," Stiles spoke softly, his eyes void of any light or emotion.
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fatal attraction || isaac lahey
Fanfiction"We're not all wolves, but we're all a part of this pack and that's what matters," Scott says looking out at the group of people surrounding him. "I know you all have my back, and I hope you all know I have yours." The group shared glances before tu...
