Emotionless

Rescue mission

"I don't need you to tell me what I am or what I'm not."

Laurie looked around at all the dirty buildings around and the people talking and walking around with their friends. She turned to Stiles as he clasped his hands, "It doesn't seem too bad.". Lydia tilted her head, "It's not the town, it's the plan." Stiles turned to both the girls and looked at them in genuine confusion, "What's wrong with the plan?" Both girls looked at him with a pointed look, "Stiles. This could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with. You're aware of that right?" He shrugged, "I'm aware it's not our best."
Laurie raised her eyebrows, "You've had plans worse than this?" The boy stopped for a second to recall all of his stupid plans and trying to figure out which one of them was the worst. Lydia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, "We're going to die." Stiles started walking toward the building, the girls following suit behind him, "Are you saying that as a Banshee or you're just being pessimistic?"
"I'm saying it as a person who doesn't want to die." Stiles glanced at Lydia, "Okay. Would you just mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?" Laurie tilted her head as she jumped in the conversation, "This plan has a 30% chance of succeeding."
The sarcastic boy smiled and looked at Lydia with a pointed look, "See? 30! Not that bad."
The strawberry blond scoffed and turned to him, "Stiles that leaves us with 70% chances of failing."
The brunette tilted his head and looked at Lydia judgingly, "Oh so you're the glass half empty kind of girl huh?"
The strawberry blond turned to Laurie for support but the girl just looked around, like she was trying to analyze every little detail of the place.
They soon arrived in front of a wooden door guarded by two older men who instantly straightened as they saw the teenagers walking toward them. Lydia asked in a fluent spanish if the party was there and looked at Stiles when the guy shook his head. The boy reached in his back pocket and took out a card with a skull on it before showing it to the man infront of him. He stared at the card without any reaction and Laurie nudged Stiles before pointing to a camera in the upper corner of the door which was filming their every move. He turned to the camera and held out the card causing the door to open. Both men stepped out of the way to let the teenagers enter the building. As soon as they walked in the door closed behind them, leaving them in a dark hallway only light up by a few lamps hanging of the wall. Lydia and Stiles walked slowly with apprehension towards the door at the end of the hallway. Laurie rolled her eyes and squeezed in between them before walking naturally to the door and opening it while Stiles and Lydia stared at her wide eyed. As soon as she opened the door music filled the hallway, people were dancing and cheering, some of them shirtless, most of them drunk and all of them unaware of what was about to go down. The three of them walked through the massive crowd that was jumping up and down and arrived at the bar where three shots were almost instantly put infront of them. While Lydia and Laurie stared at the shots in suspicion, Stiles reached in his back pocket to pay for them when a men wrapped his arm around the shoulders of both girls. Laurie froze and glanced back at the older man as he talked and stared at Stiles, "No. On the house."
The human took his hand off his pocket and moved closer to Laurie, who was closest to him, and put his hand on her arm to move her away from harm if necessary. The man chuckled at the action before tightening his grip on her shoulder making the girl glare darkly at him. "Most American teenagers don't cross the border to refuse a drink."
Lydia stared right ahead, not even sparing a glance to the man as she answered, "We didn't come to drink." She glanced at Laurie who took out a silver bullet with a skull engraved in it and dropped it in the glass infront of her. He nodded slowly before spinning around harshly and leading the girls away from the crowd with Stiles by their side. They arrived in a room where the sound of the music didn't reach their ears. The room was dimly lit by a red light, giving it a gloomy atmosphere and a woman was sitting in the middle of it, twistinga knife in her hands. Three chairs were at the other side of the table, Lydia and Stiles looked at each other before taking a seat while Laurie decided to stand incase she needed to make a quick escape. She had a lingering feeling that something was bound to happen and she couldn't prevent it as danger was all around her. The woman with short dark hair kept her stare on her hands as she talked, "Severo hates this music." Laurie glanced subconsciously to the man that led them here only to see that he was already staring at her. She furrowed her eyebrows and glanced around the room to notice that all of the other people were staring at her, their hands on their gun. Did they think she was dangerous? Her interest was directly spiked as she understood they had probably heard about her already, what she didn't understand was how, and she was determined to find out.
Lydia spoke out when the woman finished her rant on her taste in music. "We're here for Derek Hale." For the first time since they entered the room, the woman finally looked up, her stare instantly going to the blond girl before landing back on Lydia. "Is that so?"
The strawberry blond didn't look away under the powerful stare of the huntress, "We know you have him. We've heard you can be bought."
After that Stiles put money on the table, "It's 50,000 for Derek.".
Araya laughed before putting down her knife on the table, "Where does a teenage boy get money like this?" She raised her eyebrows in fake thinking, "Japanese mafia?", Laurie's grip tightened on the back of the chairs as a headache started torturing her. A girl on her right cocked her gun menacingly, making Lydia turn to her quickly in fear and Laurie straightening as she stopped leaning on the chairs infront of her and scanned the room with an emotionless stare.
Araya leaned on the table, her face finally leaving the shadows as she talked, "Not smart to come alone."
Stiles furrowed his eyebrows and answered with a little smirk, "What makes you think we came alone?"
The elder woman expression instantly fell as she realized werewolves were in her house. She got up angrily, "You brought a wolf into my home?"
The three of them looked at each other before Stiles responded, "We brought an Alpha."
Ayara clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth before turning around and staring out the window, "My friends...I don't think you're aware of your poor timing." She marked a pause, "Do you know what a dark moon is?"
For the first time since they got here, Laurie talked, "The term Dark moon describes the last visible crescent of a waning Moon." Araya slowly turned around, "But do you know its meaning?"
Lydia answered softly, "Some people say it's a time of reflection. Or grief."
The older woman smiled, "Grief and loss, mija." The strawberry blond looked down at the thought of  everything she lost. Araya tilted her head and raised her eyebrows, "I wonder why, when you and your friends have suffered so much loss, you would risk it again for someone like Derek Hale." Laurie looked down at both teenagers infront of her, even though she would never admit it, she was wondering the same thing. She had never loved or cared for someone to risk her life for them, she wondered how could one person deserve for so many people to risk their life. A scary thought crossed her mind, she knew that if she ever needed saving, no one would come for her, for the same reason that she never risked her life for anyone. She was unlovable.
She stared at Stiles as he answered, "Cause we don't like to lose."
Suddenly a voice came out of the radio that was on the table, the voice of a man speaking in spanish. He was followed by two over voices signaling that the front door and the south were clear. Severo reached for the radio, "North? Norte?" After a few seconds of silence, Scott's voice sounded over the radio, "Stiles. Take 10 off the table."
Araya stared unbothered as the boy did as told. Lydia looked at the huntress confidently, "Maybe you should just take the deal."
The older woman chuckled before leaning on the table, "While I'm keen to follow the warning of a Banshee, I'm going to have to decline."
Stiles let out a sigh of exasperation, "All right. Come on. Just give us Derek. You don't want him anyway. Haven't you noticed what a downer he is? No sense of humor, poor conversationalist. Just come on, take the money." Laurie raised her eyebrows at the desperation in Stiles' voice, and at the fact that he didn't have anymore arguments other than these ones. The blond girl stared at the older woman as she took the radio, and noticed the dark look that sparked in her eyes. She suddenly felt very vulnerable and knew something bad was about to happen. "Severo? Show them how the Calaveras negotiate." Araya looked at them with a dark look. Laurie spoke up for the second time, "Guys." Both teenagers turned around to see the girl staring emotionlessly infront of her, unbothered by the fact that there was a gun pointed at her head. Their eyes widened in concern and worry but the girl kept talking calmly, "I think this is a trap." That was the last thing she said before the girl that was holding her at gun point knocked her out with her gun. She heard Lydia scream as she hit the floor.