Ophelia and Marcellus Laurent, twins born to a powerful family who were hunted down and only they survived. Beacon Hills was the only home they knew and they swore on their parent's graves to keep fighting for it. The only thing they didn't think th...
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"He won't stop calling me."
"We knew it would happen. He probably saw this shit coming." Mars mutters to his sister as the two stand by his locker. "Did you answer?" Mars asks and Ophelia shakes her head, "No point. He'll be here soon."
"Scott try and talk to you yet?" Ophelia asks seeing Allison at her locker. "No but he told Stiles about our little meet and greet. So, I can deal with your fling if you deal with the one with questions." Mars tells her with a smirk.
Ophelia sighs as her eyes linger on Allison. The girl turns around waving at the twins before leaving the school. "I told her I don't know who he is. He said that he knows me because you and him are friends. I didn't want to give up like that but,"
"Argents are tough. Mom almost didn't make it out alive from the old guy and that young girl." Mars told her, "But they aren't trained to kill us. We killed them, Ophi. Remember that. You saved your life by lying to Scott."
Ophelia chuckled as the two started their walk to the lacrosse field. "Or I put him in more in danger because now he's dating an Argent." She said as the twins stopped walking, "Go to practice. I'll handle," Ophelia sighs looking over to see Stiles watching them, "Him."
As Mars runs towards the field, Ophelia takes her time walking over to the bench. "What do you want to know?" Ophelia asks taking a seat next to Stiles. "Is your whole family witches? Or is it just a twin thing?" Stiles asks. "Family. Next question." Ophelia says. "What are your powers? Can you lift things with your mind? What can Mars-"
"Stiles." Ophelia cuts him off, "I will answer every single one of your questions, okay? But Scott needs our help more than you need to know what we can do. Mars and I, we're fine. We know how to handle difficult situations."
Scott, gazing off with far too many thoughts swirling in his head, doesn't notice the other players backing up behind him. "McCall, let's go!" Coach yelled making Scott pay attention, realizing he's at the head of the line. Coach tosses the ball making Scott go for the shot. But Jackson comes at him with a volley of slap checks, "Still want to be first line, McCall?"
