Wreak Havoc (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

For Thou Who Sleeps In Stone And Clay

Havoc slammed the book shut, downed the last of her blood before taking the book with her to the living room where she grabbed the bottle filled with Seth's ashes. Lastly she grabbed a small revolver. It was very shiny, and a silver color. You never knew when you'd need to threaten someone, she decided. For some reason humans seemed to be more scared of guns than of murderous vampires threatening to rip them to shreds. Havoc put her stuff into a small backpack made of black satin fabric, and went outside. Deciding to take the shortcut through the woods, she began walking into the darkness, where the sunlight couldn't hit the ground because of the thick branches blocking its way.

After centuries of practice she didn't even have to look where she was walking in the heels on her feet. Neither root nor branch would be able to rub her balance, so she kept walking forwards. The leaves crunched under her feet and a light breeze hit her. It was nice and she realized the sun would be going down soon too which she from her days as a nightwalker, where she had not been able to be out in any form of sunlight, out of habit really enjoyed.

She reached Derek's house and didn't even invite herself; just barged in. Derek's pack was of course still staying with him which meant it was hard avoiding running into someone. The first person that almost ran straight into her was Isaac.

"Watch out where ya going, pup. All vampires aren't as tolerant of werewolves as I am." Havoc smirked at him and she patted his shoulder as she walked past him. Derek must have heard her voice with his supernatural hearing because he was the next person who almost walked into her.

"Hey, I have a question. Do you think this place qualifies as a 'werewolf den'?" Havoc asked him the first thing she did.

"I mean, I guess it technically is a modern version of one at least. Why?" Derek asked reluctantly. "Also, you have to stop breaking into my house."

"Oh come on, I'm Havoc. I do what I want. I need to borrow one of the rooms in your house to perform an ancient voodoo spell on the ashes of my dead friend in hopes he'll magically come back." She told him with a nonchalant voice.

"This is a really stupid idea, but as you said you kind of do whatever you want" Derek retorted, knowing that if he said no she'd probably blackmail or threaten him into letting her do it anyways. This is where Peter, who apparently were lurking around in Derek's house as usual, cut into the conversation.

"Did I hear something about using voodoo to raise the dead?"

"For thou who sleeps in stone and clay, heed this call, rise up and obey, treck on through the Mortal door, assemble flesh and walk once more." Havoc's voice rang through the space as she stared at the vase filled with Seth's ashes. She had decided that moving his ashes to a vase was probably better than keeping it in an old dusty jam jar. It was placed on a table in the middle of the room, and only Peter and Derek was there in the room with Havoc.

When nothing happened in a long time, Havoc hastily swung around and gritted her teeth. "This is stupid, it's not working. Bringing people back from the dead is not a thing."

"Have you tried it before? Because I think you're being very negative right now." Peter let slip out, sassy as ever. The mixture of fear and annoyance he had felt for her for years now was slowly being washed away.

"For your information, I have actually tried this before. It doesn't work." Havoc retorted sounding quite annoyed.

"Oh yeah really? You've actually liked someone enough to try to bring them back?" Peter asked sounding once again very sarcastic.

"Yes I fucking have. Just drop it."

"Why the fuck are you even doing this if you don't believe in it? What's the damn point of trying to bring Mr. Douche back?" Peter raised his voice slightly as if to provoke the vampire. Havoc took a deep breath to calm herself down.

"Don't you fucking swear at me. If you don't shut up I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth." She told him with a voice so calm it seemed terrifying. She gave him a cold smile, tilting her head slightly just to add to the creepiness.

Peter looked like he wanted to say something but kept his mouth shut, knowing that she wasn't joking. It was best to not provoke her anymore. If he didn't shut his mouth, she'd definitely be a threat to him.