World Away ➳Book 1 | TW&SPN

two birds

"So," Desconocido began to brief the group on the next event, "to put the others off for a little while longer - so my big reveal is more shocking and unstoppable - I'm going to need you, Samuel, to call Dean and to tell him everything's okay. And can you find out their exact locations, that would be much appreciative, thanks. Okay?" She started parading the floor again, collecting objects from her leather bag, which Stiles had a feeling it was made from some creature skin.

"And why the hell would I do that?" Sam tilted his head towards her audaciously. As she once again sat on the chilled concrete by him, she dislodged a hand gun that was camouflaged on her outfit and held it comfortably in her right hand. "You can threaten me all you like, but 'd rather die than elongate your "plan"," he barked.

"Oh, yes, I'm very aware that you'd die for someone, but would you let someone," as she scoffed over those words, she raised the gun and aimed it for Lydia, perfectly without a twitch in her direction, "die for you?"

"I swear, to fucking God--" Stiles yelled.

"Oh, I won't hurt her, only if Samuel does as instructed."

"Sam, pl--please just do it. I'm sure they'll think of a plan for whatever happens, and take down this bitch," Stiles requested. Desconocido merely laughed.

Sam, forcefully, accepted his part to play, but showed a disgusted face as he did.

With Desconocido's free hand, she prised her mobile device from another hidden pocket on herself and quickly typed Dean's number (somehow she knew). But before she slammed her devilish finger on dial, she flicked back and unlocked the safety on her gun, menacingly loading it. "If you try pulling any stunts, Samuel, I won't hesitate to shoot." Sam gulped. "And that goes for you two as well, if try shouting for help." She now pressed the phone symbol. Stiles too gulped.

Moving the phone inches closer to Sam, which probably won't make any difference, she also hit speaker so she could hear it both ways. A full dialling tone didn't even sound before Dean early answered.

"Yes, who is this?" Dean shouted.

"Dean, it's okay, it's just me," Sammy calmly replied.

"Oh, thank God, Sammy. What happened to you? I came out to get you when we found--" Sam quickly cut his brother off, before he revealed too much of their investigation at this early stage.

"Sorry, yeah, I should have come in and told you where I was going," Sam tried to sound like he was genuinely apologising, as that's what he would normally do, even when there wasn't a gun drawn on someone he had grown fond of.

"That doesn't matter, Sammy, just as long as you're safe," he said. Stiles felt a small chuckle resting in his throat after that remark, but had to swallow it back, as it could cause Lydia her life, he remembered. "So, where did you go?"

"I just started wandering around this, eh, sort-of, funkytown, looking for anything odd, but now I'm at the school's library looking up any lore that could be relevant." He rolled his eyes, remembering the reason as to why Desconocido wanted him to phone in the first place. "Think I'm going to head back, so, where are you guys at now?" Sam questioned.

"Oh, we're still here at Scott's house. Scott and Brett came back. Just hurry up and finish then, then come get us. Okay?"

"Yeah, sure, see--" Sam continued to say farewell to his brother, but she had already ripped the phone away and rammed it in her pocket. Also, placing the loaded gun back into her holster. Lydia sighed of relief.

"That wasn't so difficult, now, was it Samuel?" He hand slithered up Sam's arm like a snake and patted his layered hair.

"So why is it I've never heard of a Prince of Hell having a child before? Why didn't any of the Angel's try and stop Azazel like they did when Lucifer conceived his son?" Sam asked.

"Exactly. He wouldn't have been able to have any if they found out. So, my brother and I were raised by separate filthy, human families, until father thought we could defend for ourselves." Since her captives were so induced by her elegant words, they were made aware of the syringes (filled with a black concoction of some sort) that she had plucked from the black boxes too late.

Desconocido was kneeling against Stiles' right arm, so he couldn't fling it at her. "That also reminds me, I have the ability to combine DNA and blood's of creatures I've come across over the decades. Since Lydia is already a supernatural being, I'm just going to have to settle for you two fellas then."

Stiles knew what was coming, even before she had finished explaining. He tried to shuffle slightly to push her off in anyway - prevent ultimate death a little further. But she wasn't having any of it.

She slammed the needle into Stiles' neck side, the same she had done earlier in the woods. Long, black lines bubbled on his skin surface as the ichor ran with his blood. Lydia thought it looked similar to when a Werewolf takes the pain from another, but Sam felt memories from when Amara started that contagious Biblical plague.

Both were snapped out of their recollections of the past from Stiles' howls of pain. The scream was long and hard, piercing the others ears. But the air direction quickly changed, and Stiles felt that he had no air left to push out. Everything inside him started to cut off. Then everything stopped: cries, pain, breathing.

Stiles was dead.

"Oh," was Desconocido's first reaction, "well, that didn't work."

Lydia wailed, louder than any other time she used it as her Banshee power, as tears poured over her eyes. She tried gasping for air but the shock and shrieks forbade her from getting it into to her lungs. Quickly, she began coughing and blood splatters sputtered out along her lips. The pain from the wail was too much, even for a Banshee like herself.

She swiftly gathered the next sringe and moved next to Sam, who was still shell shocked in Stiles' death. Her finger flicked ominously against the glass syringe, squirting some of the mixture out through the needle, creating the irritating clanging sound.

Just as Desconocido was about to dive Sam's death into his neck the same, he stalled. "Why-- why are you doing this?! He was just a kid!"

"You'll find out soon enough," she spat at him. Her face scrunched up in concentration as she pushed the cap down, drowning Sam's beautiful blood with her fallacious fluid. "Perhaps the Demon blood already in you will increase you survival chances, Samuel."

All his head parts began to shake as he tried to contain his pain, then the rest of his anatomy shook too in a spasm. "It's Sam," he stuttered through his quivering jaw. His word slurred as his body deteriorated in a downward spiral and his head dropped him front of him.

Sam was dead, also.

"They're going to figure it out," Lydia whispered, "and you won't see them coming. No one ever does."

Desconocido skulked her way back up the basement stairs, towards the (surprisingly still) daylight that was the source of all light in this dark room. She flipped the weight of her incredibly long hair to the other side, and sprouted a smirk on her face. "Oh, sweetie, it's me they won't see coming."

And with that said, she whacked the door shut, with an almighty boom, leaving Lydia weeping in the abyss again. But this time, only the comfort of Sam and Stiles' corpses to make her feel welcomed.

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okay, many may think 'why does she need a gun when she has powers??' WELL YES MAYBE SHE DOESN'T NEED IT but also its easier to write her threatening with a gun than with her invisible force OKAY
-emma