𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍, derek hale ✓

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎

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ISAAC LAHEY:
PROFESSIONAL RESCUER

"WE'RE SO GONNA DIE IN HERE."

Emerson thought it felt like hours since Jennifer Blake left them to their own devices, all with a promise of returning soon to end their suffering. The noise from the little device in Chris' pocket was grating in her every last nerve, so her cynicism over their situation was well and truly valid in her eyes.

"Somebody will come for us," Chris responded in an attempt to settle everyone's frayed nerves.

Emerson's lip curled back on its own, the girl staring at the ceiling above her. "Yeah, Jennifer will come for us," she snapped, the pain and the noise and the everything about the situation getting to her. "And when she does, I'll say I told you so."

"Is she actually gonna come down here and slash all of our throats?" came a wobbled inquiry from Melissa, emotion thick in her voice.

The sheriff shook his head. "Nah," he started. "She'll come down and strangle us with a garrote, and then slash our throats."

"Either way, w–we're all gonna die," Emerson grit out, her head dropping to look at the pair from across the room. "Strangulation, slashing, it's all the same. All means we're goners."

The wind began picking up outside, the sound rattling through the underground basement. It made Melissa jump before she composed herself, only for the roof to shake at a more sudden gust. Dirt was shaken onto them, Emerson squeezing her eyes shut as it filtered into the room. The wind seemed stronger, suddenly, still persisting even when the dust and dirt settled.

Suddenly, a violent series of coughs wracked through her body. It caused her to pull against the ropes that bound her to the beam, not stopping until something was expelled from her body.

She heaved, her head sweaty as it laid against the beam once again. All she could hear was the sound of her ragged breathing for a moment, a moment that felt like an eternity.

"I'm no expert when it comes to the whole werewolf thing," the sheriff piped up, once again, "but that doesn't look good at all."

Emerson's eyes opened once more, meeting his own before noticing just what he'd been referring to. Her stomach dropped at the sight of a small puddle of black blood, right where she'd had the fit of coughing.

"Like I said," she muttered, now grimly aware of what the tinge of black in her blood meant, "we're all gonna die."

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Their saviours came in the form of two teenagers, all while it felt as though there was a storm raging just above. Though, Emerson didn't clock their appearance, her head limp and her eyes shut as she tried to control the rapidness of her breathing.

Hands were reaching for her face, lifting it while pushing dirty hair away from her eyes. She tried pulling away with a groan, only for the person's voice to pick up in her ears. "Hey, hey— Emerson, can you hear me?"

Her eyes hadn't opened that quickly since she'd been down there, eagerly searching for the person who she knew that voice belonged to. She would know that voice in every universe.

"Isaac?" she asked, almost like she was scared this was some sort of trick from Jennifer. Almost like she was scared that he wasn't truly there. "Are you—"