Mia Ramirez had never imagined going back to Beacon Hills. Unless it was to rescue her younger siblings. She is the eldest of three siblings, a brother and a sister. Her parents were the reason of her not wanting return to her hometown. Two weeks af...
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I woke up on a table in the basement, Derek and Diego hovering over me. Derek takes my arm, helping me sit up I reach back and rub the back of my head, I must have passed out. I glance down at my hand to see that the cut had healed.
"Crazy, right?" Diego questions, a smirk taunting me.
"Shut up." Derek narrows his eyes at him.
I swing my legs off the table, "It healed, Diego." I stare down at my hand, that wasn't physically possible. "And we're witches? Maybe try explaining before you attack me with a knife, and I pass out." I mutter, knowing both boys could hear me.
"I could, but I'm afraid it's not safe here for all three of us." Diego pauses, looking up at Derek, "Thanks to his natural ability to get stuck in problems that doesn't concern him, hunters have been around.
"It's not my fault those two idiots drag me into their messes!" Derek snapped defensively.
I give Derek a look, "Don't call them that, Stiles might be a hyperactive spaz and Scott might be dumb but they're both really sweet." I reprimand, hesitating when I see the look on Derek's face.
Derek turned back to face Diego, "Are we leaving or are we going? Because I can't think of any other place we can go." Derek tells him.
"I do."
...
Diego took us to a place in the woods, carrying a red duffle bag that says Beacon Hills Lacrosse printed on the front. He was a fair lacrosse player from what I remember but that was a few years ago.
"Here." Diego stopped in the trees, near the river, "Right here."
Derek and I share a confused look, "Here what?" I ask, hands moving nervously in my jacket pockets.
Diego gazed at me, "Here is where I was killed." Diego stated as he nodded towards a large rock near the river.
I wouldn't have believed him if there wasn't a blood stain, actually, I still didn't believe him. "Are you serious?" Derek didn't seem to believe him either.
"Mom cut through half my throat." Diego revealed, "With some broadsword, right over there."
I start forward, careful with my steps and reach out to grab his arms, "Are you okay?" I question.
Diego nodded, "I've healed, it triggered my healing process. At first, I thought it was a dream -" I shake my head, cutting him off.
"Not physically, mentally." I correct myself, looking him dead in the eye to try to tell if what he was saying was true or not.
"I'm fine, now. But we need to focus on you and getting Nina away from - we need to get Nina away from her." I feel a terrible gut feeling as he hesitates to call his murderer 'mom' how could someone do that to their own child? Then the feeling gets worse, if they did it then they could do it again, "She was so angry when you left, I think she was planning on - now that I'm gone, her attention is on Nina. It's only a matter of time. . ."
