Wreak Havoc (Teen Wolf Fanfiction)

A Deal With The Devil

When Havoc got back to the mansion people were waiting for her. Scott, Stiles and Derek.

"Havoc, what did you do?" Was the first thing Derek asked. Havoc shrugged.

"You didn't tell me about Seth. That would have made things easier for me. I figured it all out." She said bitterly. In a few quick moments she tied her hair up and then she proceeded to shoot glares at Stiles and Scott.

"I don't know you, get out of my house. Did Peter call?" She quickly turned back to Derek.

"Yes. Havoc it was a dumb move to go down to the police station and confess everything." He answered her.

"I'd like it if you didn't do that weird mind thing to my dad. Keep him out of this." Stiles spoke up. She looked at him with a blank face and slowly made her way towards him. With heels she was almost the same height as him. Havoc grabbed his face with her hand, forcing him to look at her face.

"I do whatever I want, whenever I want. You see it was ridiculous to think I could ever lead a semi-normal life as a teenager again, playing nice just isn't my thing." She tells him. She didn't even realize she was being a bit hard-handed until Scott grabbed her wrist.

"Havoc, stop. Whatever this is we want it solved just as much as you do." Scott told her with a warning voice. She let go of Stiles and spun around facing Derek who looked he too as he had been on his way to break her and Stiles apart.

"Your friends are boring and frankly quite dumb. I mean, have they met Seth? This is all about him, bringing him back. If they've met him they surely wouldn't want him here again," Havoc said to the man standing in front of her.

"About Seth? Sure I know you tried to bring him back but are you sure this murder has anything to do with him?" Derek answered. Havoc waved her fingers which made Derek fall back into a mauve satin armchair as if a dark force had hit him in the chest.

"Take a seat" Was all she said before leaving the room to find the book she had thrown to the side after finding the dead Davis' eyes. She gripped the leather-clad book in her hands, her dark stiletto nails digging into the cover as she made her way back to the boys waiting in the front living room.

She slammed the book open and revealed the spell. They all huddled together to take a look at it.

"Nymph eyes. You don't mean our dead guy.... The victim.... A nymph?" Stiles drew the conclusion. Scott straightened his back.

"Any idea why it backfired?" The alpha asked Havoc. She closed the book again to reveal the front of the book.

"Because the spells are supposed to be performed by a warlock or a witch. I can't believe I'd try this myself." Havoc answered with a disgusted look on her face.

"Havoc. If we figured this out, if we brought you back to ... you and found a way to bring back Seth." Scott spoke. "Would you consider leaving Beacon Hills for at least a hundred years?"

She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Sure yeah I would. But trust me when I say this, I spent at least a decennia trying to work out a way to bring the dead back. At this point I feel like I would have figured it out if there was a way to do it. "She said after a while of uncomfortable silence.

"Great... "Stiles muttered under his breath.

Secretly, he didn't want Havoc gone. He knew she wasn't good for him, but she was like a drug. Every time they met he felt like he never wanted to leave, and every time he wasn't with her he felt like something was missing. It wasn't love, that he knew. That she had told him. What he felt for Havoc was an addiction.

((As always this hasn't been proof-read oops so excuse my flaws and stuff))