At Twilight (TW/TVD Crossover)

Chapter 18

It's been a minute (seven months 😭) and I have no excuses...the chapter is really long and exciting though 😬😂 enjoyyyyy 💕💕💕

Chapter 18

The loft was on fire.

"Holy shit," Stiles whispered, staring up at Derek's home through the windshield of the Jeep.

A window on the highest floor shattered from the heat of the raging fire, which then roared out into the open space with the strength of a thousand collapsing suns. This was not a regular fire.

A furious roar she recognized as Derek's shook the bones of the now precarious building. Snarls, hisses and growls accompanied it. A smattering of small explosions went off, followed by crackling then a groaning but sharp snap. The front facing corner of the building caved in and like falling dominoes the roof followed.

Caroline, who'd jumped out of the car as soon as they'd pulled in but hadn't been able to find an opening, one that wouldn't equal her running into a wall of fire at least, took off in the direction of where the building had caved in. She threw a "stay in the car," at Stiles over her shoulder on the way. Less than two steps in, a half transformed wolf she immediately recognized as Scott was catapulted through the air. She raced to where she estimated he would land to soften the impact. He landed half in her arms and half on the ground with an oof. She dragged him to his feet and pushed him in the direction of the Jeep. "Go wait with Stiles! How many are there?"

The beta hobbled in the direction of his best friend, groaning his answer, "Three."

Sirens reverberated through the ear, far away enough to hopefully make it out before they reached the loft but getting closer by the second. Too close for comfort.

Caroline disappeared into the gaping hole, dodging rubble and the suffocating heat of the roaring, crackling fire pressing uncomfortably on her chest and throat. A pained groan caught her attention and she quickly followed it to what used to be the kitchen. There, she found Derek suspended in the air, by a woman, a witch, she'd never seen before. His face was an alarming purple, veins popping in his forehead as he struggled to breath. Her heart dropped. Sweat pooled on her brow.

With fear and rage serving as a Molotov cocktail in her veins, Caroline sped up behind the woman and made quick work of snapping her neck. For a split second she almost wished she felt some kind of remorse. It had been a while since she'd taken a life. But then Derek dropped to the ground with a wheezy groan and she dismissed the thought. Given more time Caroline would have done more than just snap her neck. A snarl marred her upper lip. She shouldn't have come after Caroline's friends if she didn't wanna be worm food. That sounded like a her problem.

Shaky and swaying, Derek fought to his feet.

A guttural scream pierced the air and reverberated through her ear drum. She braced herself but an unnaturally strong gust of wind sent her flying into the beautiful brick wall she'd admired on her first visit to the loft. Her head smacked harshly into the wall with a wet thunk. Blood gushed down her neck. Caroline crumbled to the ground, face first, a sharp ache creeping through her entire head. She was drinking at least three blood bags when she got home.

She rolled to her side, eyes taking in her surroundings, disoriented and vaguely aware of Derek roaring, before she sucked in a sharp breath. Who she assumed was the third witch lay impaled on a threaded metal rod protruding from a crumbled wall, the woman's eyes wide open. She looked young. Really young.

The remorse she'd been looking for earlier tried to shove its way into the foreground of her mind.

These were foot soldiers, she realized at once.