Enchantress (Teen Wolf)

2-14

Third Person POV

Sheriff Stilinski pulled out his handcuffs, the sound of metal clanked quietly as he moved closer to the pair. His son and the girl he had always treated like a daughter, two out of the three kids he had never stopped caring about.

"You're going to handcuff us?" Raven asked, her eyes flooding with slight tears, along with Stiles. They looked sad, scared, guilty.

"If my son, and Raven are still in there, somewhere. They'd let me handcuff them, and take them willingly, because they know, that I am here to protect them from themselves and from everyone else." The sheriff said with each step. He unclasped the handcuffs, and they both held up their hands, ready to be handcuffed and taken away. The handcuffs tightly clasped around their wrists, one for each of them. The Sheriff looked at them, both had tears in their eyes. However, once he had taken a step back, they both looked up at him at the same time. Smirks playing at their lips, their eyes full of a sinister, dark gleam. Stiles tilted his head to the side and the Sheriff's eyes widened.

"You're not my son." He whispered, and Stiles shook his head, before snapping the handcuffs off of his wrist violently. Raven's sadistic laugh echoed around the room, as she broke hers, joining at Stiles' side. Alison and Chris Argent both ran into the room, followed by Derek. The two looked at each other, before smiles appeared on their faces, knowing they were about to have some fun. Alison held a taser up to Raven, as she shot it, Stiles grabbed it, pulling it out of her hand.

"Really? Trying to hurt my lady? Bad move." He hissed, and Derek lunged at Raven with a large growl. She blocked his punch and grabbed him, twisting his arm backwards and pushing his spine in forcefully. He roared in pain, before she hit his head against a wooden table and threw is body against a huge pillar, all in one swift movement. Chris held a gun up to Stile's head, causing Raven to snap her head, she stood next to him, her arms folded. 

"Chris, don't do this." Stiles' father begged as Derek stood up, standing near Raven in case she tried anything, despite her being much stronger than him.

"Why? I've done it many times before Werewolves, Beserkers. Why not add a Nogitsune to the list?" He said, the gun inching closer to Stiles, whom was actually amused by the little speech. Then the Sheriff held a gun up to Chris, causing Stiles and Raven to both widen their eyes, watching it all unfold. They'd just kill themselves, save Stiles and Raven from doing it. 

"You're not going to shoot my son, or Scott's sister." He spat, the gun aiming straight for Argent's head. Stiles and Raven watched them back and fourth as they spoke, smirks forming on their faces.

"You said it yourself Sheriff, these aren't the kids we know. That isn't your son, she isn't our friend." Chris hissed, and Stiles and Raven exchanged looks, having a silent conversation with their facial expressions. Stiles began to cry, along with Raven.

"Dad. He's going to shoot me! He's going to kill me Dad!" Stiles cried out, whilst Chris told him not to listen. Raven got into Argent's eye line, trying to get into his head, she released tears whilst staring at him.

"C-Chris, you're going to kill him? I could never forgive you. Sheriff, he's killing your son! Do something!" Raven screamed, tears flooding her cheeks as arguing broke out. Sheriff yelling for him to put it down, whilst Stiles was yelling for Chris to shoot him.

The darkness began to take over, the sky turning black as the night fell upon them all. Alison and Derek both looked outside, they both had the same worried expressions on their faces.

"Stop! Stop it, this is exactly what they want!" Alison yelled, and Raven and Stiles both turned to her, and shrugged.

"It's not exactly what we wanted." Raven started, folding her arms and frowning slightly.