A New Chance

Sibling

Hope POV:

There had been problems among the younger Werewolves in the Bayou. Some wanted to have their own pack with their own leader and leave New Orleans. I went out to the Bayou to see what the teen Werewolves problems were. I could hear arguing coming from two separate areas in the buildings. I went to the adults first, finding Jackson and his crew. "What's your position on the teens?" I asked him.

"They've been causing problems, picking fights with untriggered kids. Some are even trying to peer pressure the kids into killing a human to become a Werewolf. I know that if they decide to become their own pack, they will eventually come for us." Jackson answered. "Why are they acting out?" I asked the others. "We have the teens doing hard work, helps with the anger to have a difficult task to overcome. Some give up and become angry at us for wanting to help them." One of the pack members said.

"Who's the most likely to lead or be a tyrant among them?" I asked Jackson. "That would be Cam, Camren." He told me. "Does anyone know Cam's trigger story?" I asked the pack. "He claims he was having rough sex with his girlfriend and she died on accident." A man said doubtfully. "Murder even on accident shouldn't be a risk during rough sex. He likely raped and killed that girl, finding out he was a Werewolf." I responded.

"I'll go have a chat with Cam, see if the others still have a problem after our talk." I told everyone, walking out and approaching the much louder building, hearing teens yelling at each other, trying to get more recruits. I kicked the door in, hearing silence throughout the building for once. The only sound that could be heard was all of their racing heart beats. "Come outside, all of you." I told everyone inside.

I waited for everyone to join me, easily picking Cam out of the crowd. With his size, face and hair, I could easily identify him as the asshole of the group. "I hear that you want to make your own pack." I said to them. "What's it to you?" Cam asked, stepping forward from the group. I tilted my head, looking at him with crazy seeping into my eyes.

"What's it to me? I'm the one that helped establish this pack and the peace treaty among the other Supernatural species. I'm the one that built the buildings and cast the protection spells. I won't have some angry, rapey, teen Wolf separating young Wolves from a pack with experience. That's what it is to me." I responded. "I think you should just mind your own fucking business." Cam said, walking closer.

"Uh, Cam. I...I really wouldn't do that." One of the youngest members said, having seen what I'm capable of. "SHUT IT!" Cam shouted, not bothering to turn around. "I'd listen to your friends." I warned him. "You're just another Witch who doesn't know her place. Coming on our territory and making threats, I'll be the one to put you in your place." Cam responded.

"I did warn you." I said as I delivered a harsh kick to his Solar Plexus. He slid in the gravel on his back about ten feet, coughing and trying to catch his breath. "You claim that you are a Werewolf, an Alpha at that and you don't even know how to use your basic senses." I said, picking him up by his neck, tossing him in the air and slamming him back into the ground.

"If you had any skills or experience as a Werewolf, you'd be able to smell my Wolf. You'd be able to pick up on my slower heart beat and you'd know that I'm more than just a Witch." I told him and stomped on his stomach while he was down. I looked around the young Wolves, seeing many frightened faces. Some looked at Cam with disgust in their eyes, and some had pure panic coating their face.

"Listen well, all of you. Any of you who decide to follow Jackson's lead and actually commit yourself to becoming a better person and a better Werewolf can walk away now. Any that choose to follow Cam's lead will suffer the same consequences. If I find that any of your trigger stories involve sexually abusing someone I will kill you myself. There is nowhere on Earth that you will be safe, it's best to step forward and have one moment of decency." I told them all.

Many of the boys left, going to Jackson's building. "Now are you siding with Cam or having one moment of decency?" I asked the ones who remained. "We've heard the stories of Katherine Pierce and how she ran for five hundred years and still failed in evading your family. We know what we did was wrong, we can hardly live with ourselves. Please just make it quick." One boy spoke for the others as they all kneeled.

"I'll grant you the mercy you didn't give your victims. Not because you deserve it, but because I can't stand the thought of any of you living a minute longer." I told them and broke the kneeling boys necks. Cam cried out, seeing his fellow rapist friends dead. "Your death won't be so quick." I told him, punching him unconscious before I grabbed his ankle and dragged him to one of the swamp boats.

I put him in the boat, going into the building and grabbing all the uncooked meat from the refrigerators and putting them in the boat too. I got us out on the water, waking up the alligators in the water below us. Once I had found a congregation of them I started tossing out the raw meats, getting them nice and hungry. Cam had woken up, panicking about being in the center of a river.

"What are we doing out here?" He asked me. "I'm feeding the alligators." I answered, tossing the last of the meat in the water. "Alligators?! I can't swim!" Cam cried out in a panic. "Well that just makes this all so much better for me." I responded as I kicked a hole in the bottom of the boat, and running atop the water away from the alligators. I could hear his panicked screams as the water rose in the boat, sinking faster with him moving about.

I watched as the first alligator bit his fingers off on his right hand, causing blood to spurt into the water. Sending all the other alligators in the water into a frenzy. He screamed in pain as he tried to fight an alligator off his leg, but it rolled and took the leg with it. The last thing I saw and heard was an alligator jumping onto the remains of the ship, biting his shoulder and forcing him under water.

I saw the bubbles rise from where his body sank, followed by a large red blood stain in the water. I explained to the adult pack members what happened to those that didn't join them. I showed Cam's death to many of the pack member's who despised him, and they relished in his suffering. After ensuring the youth pack members that almost rebelled were going to follow orders I went back home to the Compound.

I saw Dad sitting at the bar with an embarrassed look on his face. "What's going on?" I asked him. "Caroline! I can't do this." He shouted to her, taking his drink and walking away from me. She came down, sighing as she passed him. "Coward!" She called out before he shut his art room door. "What the hell was that all about?" I asked, taking a seat and pouring us both a drink.

"I'm just going to rip the bandaid off, I don't feel like rambling right now. Your father and I want to try for a baby and we need your help." Caroline told me. "You're right, he is a coward." I responded, laughing with her. "HEY!" He shouted in dismay. "Go back in your art room, chicken." Caroline told him, we heard him sigh and close the door again. "Here you go, both of you need to take it while trying." I said, snapping my fingers and summoning the strongest fertility potions in creation.

One Month Later...

I could already hear a second heart beat coming from Caroline's body, letting me know I had a sibling on the way. I was making breakfast one day when Caroline's hands started to turn grey and veiny, losing their strength. I bit into my wrist, feeding her my blood and watched as her skin returned to normal. "Why did I start desiccating?" She asked me. Lizzie and Josie had seen it happen, giving each other odd looks.

"Hello? Can I get an answer here?" Caroline asked, turning to her daughters. Having seen the looks they were sharing. "We don't want you to panic, but we think the baby could be a siphoner." Josie answered. "What does that mean for me?" Caroline asked. "You'll need to drink a lot more blood, and have access to magic for the baby to take from you." Lizzie told her. I waved my hand over the counter, summoning dozens of necklaces and rings, juiced up with my magic.

"What do you think the child will be?" I asked Dahlia and Freya outside the Compound, far away from our families ears. "With all the complications that have happened with this world. And you coming from a different timeline; there could somehow have been trace elements attached to the other versions of Caroline." Freya answered. "I'd like to have a look at the child when it's born. I know some evaluative spells that are safe for children." Dahlia stated.