𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖒𝖎𝖐𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖎𝖘 actually hope stilinski
and lives in beacon hills, unknowing of her real
heritage, until her mother and father and a crazed
family of original vampires arrive at her h...
❛ the one in which bruised ribs equals a star wars marathon sleepover and cheese puffs.❜
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HOPE HAD SPENT THE LAST THIRTY SIX HOURS IMAGINING WHAT A BONE-MAN WOULD LOOK LIKE, BUT NOTHING CAME CLOSE TO THE TUMOR-INFESTED STATUES THAT STOOD BEFORE HER, SEVEN FEET TALL AND SILENT. Their skin was nonexistent, each limb wrapped upin thick bone, tainted yellow and blushed red, and their heads were engulfed by the skull of another animal, eyes black and hollow. Hope knew nothing about these monsters, no more than Stiles had told her: they were normal people, trapped in the armor of bone. It looked like a terrible way to go; they had no control over their bodies, their minds empty.
And Hope would've found sympathy within her for the people they used to be, if not for the fact they now possessed enhanced strength and a primal instinct to attack them. She didn't have time to focus on the fact that not long ago they had been like her, innocent perhaps, because they were swiftly approaching her and she had no means to protect herself. So, instead, she let out a small curse, turned on her heel and bolted down the school steps.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." She ranted to herself, bounding down the outside stone path and trying to reach her brother's jeep. But he wasn't there, she knew, because he'd gone to find Derek and Kate, his phone on a constant call with Scott for protection. They both knew that splitting up was a rough decision, but their Alpha was not ten minutes away and they needed to get whatever head start they could on their lost friend.
She didn't look as she rounded the corner, her gaze set on the swiftly stalking bone man, and her shoulders cracked as she slammed into another person. Once on the floor, skin grazed and small droplets of blood seeping from her torn skin, she glanced up, a sigh of relief falling from her lips at the sight of Malia peering down at her.
She looked unamused by her actions.
"Oh thank fuck," She breathed, helping herself up ( because despite how hard Stiles had been working to integrate their lone coyote back into society, he'd yet to teach her basic etiquette for when you knock someone over ) before noticing Scott standing behind the brunette and launching herself at him. "Are you okay?"
He accepted her hug, frowning in concern, "Are you? We've only just got here. We've been tracking Derek." He explained, before turning to Malia, "Did you catch a scent?"
"Stiles is here too." Hope didn't have to stare at him to see his eyebrows furrow even further, because if none of them were with Stiles then he was in serious trouble, "He went to look for Derek, insisted on splitting up for the sake of saving time."
