At Twilight (TW/TVD Crossover)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

“...found in the exact same way, with the same marking, just in a different location…”

“...and they somehow leave their victims bloodless...”

Pieces of the conversation she had overheard in the diner between the sheriff and his deputy filtered through her brain. She slapped her hands on the counter in excitement. “I just remembered something!” How had she forgotten? Caroline proceeded to fill them in.

“A marking? That’s the first I’ve heard of this. Them being bloodless, too. The coroner's office has been on their game more than usual lately.” His eyes flickered back to hers. “Best lead we’ve had in a while. Stiles, keep trying to find a way to get to your dad's files. We need to know more. Thank you, Caroline.” Her name on his lips, spoken so warmly in that rasp, sent delicious tingles through her body. He usually gave her a sardonic, “Miss Forbes,” and went about his day.

Caroline squirmed on her stool. She liked being the one to have put that glint of hope in his eyes.

“So what I’m hearing is, you met my dad.” Stiles said, coming up for a breath between bites.

“I sure did. You better straighten up in my class.” She sent him a menacing grin. She was not above tattling to parents.

“How do we know it’s not a vampire? Not a drop of blood? Werewolves don’t do that.” Scott said, eyes drilling into her face.

“You have something you wanna ask me, Scott?”

“I’m just saying, you’re the first vampire we’ve had in town to my knowledge and now people are turning up bloodless.”

“Scott.” Derek sighed.

“No, it’s okay. I’d be suspicious too, it’s a hell of a coincidence.” Caroline ignored the flutters in her stomach at his slight defense of her.

It didn’t make her as honest and innocent as she was claiming to be but she decided to keep her suspicions about hybrids to herself for now. That would raise way too many questions she wasn't sure she could answer. Not till she got some answers of her own. “I just moved here, Scott. This started happening months before I got to Beacon Hills.”

“Convenient. Just as convenient as you just happening to be there while the Sheriff was talking about this. Just as convenient as you being with Isaac at the diner before he disappeared without a trace while you were ‘looking for him'." He curled his fingers into quotation marks while his upper lip curled in a snarl. "Just as convenient as you coming to town just in time to take over Miller’s class right after he was murdered.”

“Damn it. He’s got a point.” Stiles mumbled, dropping his slice of pizza back onto the plate like she might have poisoned it. She tried not to be offended. After a brief hesitation she looked over at Derek, bracing herself for what she might find.

A carefully blank face and eyes that were already studying her met her inquiry.

Caroline sighed, disappointed but not surprised.

“While you figure out whether you can trust me or not, try to find that marking. Your dad’s the sheriff, it shouldn’t be too hard.” She walked out of the kitchen.

“There’s something she’s not telling us.” Derek said to the beta that had, against all odds, become his closest ally. They’d left Caroline’s McMansion half an hour ago. Inch by inch they’d crept through the forest, going the long way in order to avoid the few hunters still creeping through the woods.  They finally broke through the trees that led into town and headed for Stiles' semi hidden jeep. The boys were giving him a ride back to his loft. He couldn’t wait to drop face first onto his bed. “I don’t think it's her, but she knows more than she’s letting on.”

They all piled into the car.

“What are we gonna do about it?”

Derek grunted. He wished he knew.

Caroline climbed back into bed, and for the first time since moving in she noticed a cavernous silence engulfing the house. Engulfing her.

She couldn’t help thinking of the boy who had made such an impression on her in so little time. The boy whose trauma so clearly mirrored her own.

She prayed he was okay.

"Your mind is terrifying."

Gregoria tipped her head in her co-conspirator's direction with a malicious grin, "Isn't it?"

"He'll be okay after this?"

"I don't care. Do you?"

"Not in the slightest."

Satisfied her partner wasn't a weak-willed coward, she turned back to the chalk-drawn Star of David eating half the room's floor real estate. Long, white ceremonial candles dotted the star's perimeter. And at the center in the star with her, haphazardly thrown and unconscious, was Isaac Lahey.

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Dun dun dunnnnnn 😂 hope you enjoyed - this one's a little short, but the action is picking up! Let me know what you think! ♥️😘