Wreak Havoc (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Inner Conflicts

Havoc brushed her shoulder into Stiles' when she walked past him, and then turned right where she opened a door just as old-fashioned as the rest of the mansion. Stiles followed after her into the new room, which was a giant room filled with isles of bookshelves. At the other side of the room stood a sofa and a small table next to a fireplace, and in the ceiling hung chandeliers.

"You should leave" Havoc didn't turn to look at Stiles when she spoke to him, but began walking down the first isle to the left where she let her fingers wander over the backs of the books as she read the titles of the books.

"Are you going to take the vampire army with you when you leave town?" Stiles asked her.

"The vampire army is dead." Havoc answered. She had now found the book she was looking for and grasped it with her slender, pale fingers. It was an incredibly thick book, in old withered leather.

"What?"

"They died with Seth. They were only alive because of him." Havoc explained, not really invested in the conversation as she opened the book and started looking through the register for what she was searching.

"Oh. But how?"

Havoc turned to look at Stiles with a sigh.

"Get out of my house." She told him. "Remember? You don't actually like me, I'm manipulating you. Shouldn't you be with Lydia?"

Stiles cleared his throat and began turning around.

"Yeah, I probably should." And then he left without saying anything else.

Havoc began reading the book again, and found the pages she was looking for. Spells to raise the dead. She hoped there were some in that book that she had not tried before, all those years ago.

She sat down in the soft sofa placed in the room. It was a muddy brown color, and even though it would look extremely off in any other room in the mansion it did suit the library quite well. Havoc went through spell after spell, until she found two she had not tried yet.

She decided to clean up the mess, and went back into the living room. Havoc had picked up two bottles and a rag on the way, and began pouring the remaining ashes into one of the flasks. When she was done she began wiping the blood of all surfaces and then pushed the blood into the other bottle. Then she put it all on a shelf and began cleaning the floors reluctantly. She hated cleaning, but it felt wrong letting someone else clean up the mess she had created, when the mess was the remains of her family.

Havoc was annoyed at herself. This was her fault, her choice and she had been the one who had decided this. Still, she felt like she had made a mistake. Seth had been the only family she had had left. At the same time, she had known from the beginning that Seth wouldn't win. When fighting for your family, you get this strength like nothing else and Erik seemed like he had been waiting and preparing himself for this for at least a century. Maybe it had been the tiny amount of fake hope she had felt that had ruined it for her.

She didn't know, but she had to either get over it or fix it.