fatal attraction || isaac lahey

53: the sacrificial lambs

A/N hey party people! first of all it has been way too long since i thanked you for the love you have always shown this fic! 175k reads is beyond my wildest dreams and i am just so blessed to have so many of you who love my little pack as much as i do. as of right now, the update schedule is looking like saturdays, but with my full time college schedule it could always change. thank you so much! let's read on shall we. 

"Let's rewind for a second, sacrificing?" Sage's voice cut through the silence, and from the raise of her eyebrows, she wasn't convinced on Stiles' theory. 

"Sacrifices come in threes. Emily, Heather, that guy Lydia found at the pool? All three were virgins. And they're all gonna have the same three injuries-- strangled, throat-slashed, head bashed in. It's called the three-fold death." Stiles spoke as if the entire room should've known what he meant, but sighed as he realized they didn't.

"Help me out here, does no one read? We talked about it in class last year, but we had other issues so I almost didn't remember it. Ancient people love things that come in threes, three virgin sacrifices, and something tells me that because the earth is still spinning, they aren't done."

"Is anyone else tired of this?" Sage asked, her voice cold and sad.

"Tired of what?" Seraphina asked cautiously, like she could sense the tension dripping from her tone. 

"Watching people we love get screwed over," she stood up quickly, "tired of this supernatural bullshit ruining what is supposed to be the happiest years of our life!" She couldn't stand being in the house, so she stormed out into the backyard.

Isaac, Stiles, and Scott all jumped to their feet, before Evangeline coughed gaining their attention, "Isaac," she spoke softly, "let Stiles and Scott take this one, the problem is guilt that you can't fix."

He sighed before sitting down, knowing she was right. Scott and Stiles made a break for the backyard. As the reached the base of the big oak tree in Stiles' yard, they could hear Sage sniffling in the treehouse placed neatly in it. 

The young brunette squealed as her two best friends chased her with worms, laughter swarming the trio. It was the summer before 4th grade, and the trio was in full swing, spending every single night together at each other's houses, which right now, happened to be the Stilinski home. 

After being tackled by Stiles, Sage escaped his wormy grip, only to be caught by Scott, and with one soft look, the two turned the worms onto Stiles as a shriek of fear escaped him. From behind them, Evangeline, a mere 15 at the time, stood helping her dad with the tools. 

"Do you think they're always going to be like this?" The brunette teen asked, rolling her eyes, but the playful glint gave her fondness away in an instant. 

"I really hope so," Noah's voice was soft, and tender as he watched the three children play. 

The last two years had been hard for the Stilinski family. Claudia, Evangeline and Stiles' mother, died with Stiles in the hospital room beside her. The once bubbly boy that Noah and Evangeline once knew was replaced with a quiet sad shell. Hr had felt like he lost both of them that night,

That was until he met Sage and Scott that next year. From the moment he came home telling Noah about Scott, and then a couple weeks later Sage, the father noticed an immediate change in his son. His smile was back, he was laughing again, playing. He was Stiles, the Stiles he always knew.

The sheriff stood up, brushing the dust off of his pants as he set the hammer he was holding into the toolbox. For Stiles' 10th birthday, Noah promised that he would build the trio a treehouse, a secret hideaway where the three of them could drown out everything else and just have each other. Sure, they were only 10 now, but Noah had a feeling that the answer to his daughters question was yes. 

"Okay you three, I finished the treehouse," he quickly stood in front of the ladder to stop the three bounding kids from running into it, "but first, what are the rules?"

"No fighting in the treehouse," Sage's voice was soft and full of impatient excitement. 

"No hiding out so we don't have to do school," Scott huffed, clearly very upset by this rule. 

"And the last one?" Noah crossed his arms, looking over at his son, who was eyeing the ladder like he couldn't wait to take off. 

"Never go into the treehouse alone." Stiles said eagerly, his eyes not meeting his father's gaze. 

"Alright, alright, go." The sheriff sighed, shaking his head as he waved them off. 

The three shared a glance before taking off to the ladder, making their way to the top. The sounds of giggles filled the Stilinski yard as Evangeline and Noah watched them from the patio set. 

The brunette sat with her arms wrapped tightly around her knees as she fought back sobs, looking out the window of the little treehouse. She couldn't explain how angry she was at it all. She was supposed to be watching her friends play lacrosse, dating the cute boy she met in the boys locker room, going shopping with her best friend. 

She should not be crying her eyes out in her best friend's treehouse because for what felt like the millionth time in the last few months, they were facing another supernatural evil, and they had no idea what to do. 

The sound of a soft knock against the wall caused her to break from her thoughts. Without looking she whispered, "Go away."

"Not allowed," Stiles said as he climbed into the treehouse, silently thanking his father for making this a large treehouse, "Rule number 3, no one in the treehouse alone." 

She thought about arguing, about telling them to go find someone else to bother, but it was Scott and Stiles. There's no world where the two of them don't come up to this tree, where they don't make sure that she isn't alone. 

That no one in the treehouse rule was something that the three of them spent their entire friendship practicing in every aspect of their life. She was upset and angry, and there was no world that Scott and Stiles didn't sit there with her, even in silence. 

The two boys took their spots on other sides of her, each grabbing one of her hands, "So are we sitting in silence or are we talking?" 

She allowed herself a breath, closing her eyes for a quick moment, opening them again before speaking, "The twins were in my house today." She said softly, her eyes glossy as she remembered the fear she felt when she saw Deucalion's eyes. 

"Wh-" Stiles stopped himself, reading the room and realizing now was not the time for sarcasm or yelling, "What happened?"

"I went home, just to check on my dad before I met you guys at the hospital," she sniffled softly, her eyes puffy, "There was a man in my house, he was blind.... but his eyes were red, like Peter's were, but worse. So much worse," she shook her head as she shivered. 

"Who was he?" Scott asked, rubbing her back softly for comfort, "one of the alphas?"

"He said his name was Deucalion, and I think he was the alpha pack's leader. The twins could've ripped me to shreds, but when he told them to stop, they let me go." She stared out the window still, "I thought the alpha pack was gonna be like Peter, dangerous but nothing we couldn't handle, but Deucalion.. he really scared me guys."

"Well what did he want from you?" Stiles asked, though something told him there was no world in which he would like the answer to this question. 

"He kept saying that we had never experienced anything like him before." She didn't answer the question, rambling as she looked down at her hands only to see that was shaking, "I believe him. This isn't Sera and Derek's homicidal uncle or some prick lacrosse captain with scales. This is a real alpha pack."

"Sage," Scott's voice was soft, "What did he want from you?"

"He said either I bring him the alpha, or he's going to kill me," She said, her voice shaky as she remembered how cold his tone was as he threatened her, "he wants me to trade Derek Hale for my life."