lionheart; liam dunbar

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A taxi zoomed by, leaving a trail of dust in its path as Stiles, Lydia and Octavia inspected the small Mexican city.

It was small and quaint, but buzzed with energy. Locals milled around, talking and laughing and eating. In all honesty, it looked like a place that Octavia would probably live, if her life had turned out differently.

"This doesn't seem too bad," Stiles stated optimistically.

"It's not the town, it's the plan." Lydia retorted.

"What's wrong with the plan?"

"This might be the stupidest plan we have ever come up with," Lydia argued back, as the trio walked around the dusty city center. "You two know that, right?"

"I'm aware it's not our best plan, ye-"

"It might be risky, but if it helps us get Derek back, then I don't care," Octavia cut in.

"We are going to die," Lydia stated stubbornly.

"Stop with the negativity," Stiles continued, looking a little insulted about being cut off by both the girls. "Are you saying that as a banshee or are you just being pessimistic?"

"I'm saying it as someone who doesn't want to die."

"Well then, you mind restricting all mentions of death to actual banshee predictions?"

"Would you two shut up for a second?" Octavia cut in yet again, looking annoyed by the pair. "I'm trying to get Derek's scent, but all I'm getting is the smell of dust. And sweat, but that might just be Stiles."

"Hey!"

"I still think we're going to die."

"Oh, thank you!"

The trio walked down the sidewalk of the town, passing street vendors and other various carts. It was clearly a very popular city, or maybe it just seemed that way because all of the Calaveras lived here.

It was getting dark, and Octavia could smell the fear radiating off of the other two as they reached a large wooden door to an equally large and extravagant building. The door was guarded by two hunters. They had arrived.

The guards glared at Octavia, probably sensing that she was a werewolf, and she defiantly glared back as Lydia spoke in fluent Spanish. "Estamos aquí para la fiesta."

The guards gave the three teenagers a look before shaking their heads. Octavia took this as her cue, and pulled a card out of her pocket containing the Calavera logo.

The guards shook their heads once again, before gesturing to a security camera in the corner of the doorway. She held it up to the camera, and almost instantly, the doors behind the guards opened. Smirking, Octavia pushed past the guards and into the building, the other two teenagers flanking her.

Almost as soon as they began walking down the red painted hallway, the door slammed shut behind them. The trio exchanged looks, all three of them feeling significantly less confident than they had been before.

They made their way to a large door, and Octavia pushed it open to reveal a party that rivaled the ones Lydia threw back in Beacon Hills. Electronic music and strobe lights pulsed throughout the room as sweaty bodies pressed against each other and danced, most of them holding bottles of beer, vodka or tequila.