Wreak Havoc (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

Backstabbed

Once again Havoc was staring at herself in the mirror. She liked her appearance, everything from the way her thick, black curls fell over her shoulders to how her just as dark eyes always seemed to look mischievous. That wasn't something she had been able to do when she had been sick; looking in the mirror and liking the appearance of who stared back. The way her skin didn't have any flaws and was consistent of color, how her thighs weren't thin but still looked amazing and even the scar she had on her stomach, just below where her heart would have been beating. She liked it all.

That scar was something she had got ages ago, back when she was newly turned. It was the only reason that she actually did have a scar. That she had been young and didn't have control over her abilities yet. She remembered the feeling of the pole going through her soft skin and through her organs, but that pain wasn't what had been the most painful. It had been the look on the woman's face while stabbing her. It was grief and sadness mixed with anger.

Havoc shuddered at the memory, let her guard down since she was alone in the mansion. She hated thinking back on the days where she had thought she was doing the right thing. The shirt she had been wearing for a while, but had previously taken off and which was now laying on the floor, was still covered in the black goo that she had vomited up when getting rid of the disease and now also blood from when she had been cleaning. She zipped up the side of her black pencil-skirt and let it fall down to her ankles leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Slowly she traced the scar with her fingers, gritting her teeth when the memories hit her once again.

Havoc took the clothes she had picked out earlier from the bed and turned back to her full-body mirror. She slid the black laced dress on, and zipped it up in the back, before she spun around slowly. The fabric of the dress was soft against her bare legs. Sliding her feet down into the black heels standing at the side of the mirror she began tying her hair up.

Forcing every last memory of how her mother had tried to murder her away, she began walking down to the cellar. Reached the dark and cold room that was the cellar, Havoc turned on the lights and found some bottles of blood. It would have to do this time.

Havoc grabbed one of the bottles and brought it with her upstairs again, to the kitchen where she poured herself a glass of blood. It was completely unnecessary for her to own a kitchen, but it had been like that since the day she moved in and she didn't feel like removing it when it was a place for her to store her glasses and she could of course store blood in the fridge and freezer. The stove though, had not been used once and had no worth whatsoever.

Havoc took the glass with her as she moved back to the library where she had left the book on the table next to the sofa. She had left a bookmark in the book so she'd find the page faster. When she read the spell more in detail she tried to figure out what exactly it meant, because you see the whole book was cryptic and written in riddles.

When realization hit her she put the glass down at the table and gritted her teeth.

"You've got to be kidding me."