Fall For You

Let the Flames Begin

Somewhere weakness is our strength, and I'll die searching for it
I can't let myself regret, such selfishness
My pain and all the trouble caused, no matter how long
I believe that there's hope

Buried beneath it all and
Hiding beneath it all and
Growing beneath it all and

This is how we'll dance when
When they try to take us down
This is how we'll sing oh
This is how we'll stand when
When they burn our houses down
This is what we'll be, oh glory

Let the Flames Begin by Paramore

Anna

"Cora. Answer your phone. I can't find you or Sam and Dean. The impala is still at your place. What the fuck is going on?" The witch hung up and quirked a curious eyebrow as a familiar ratty blue Jeep pulled into her driveway. She slammed the door of her car and faced the Jeep. A look of confusion passed over her face as she saw a man in the passenger seat. His aura was dark and twisted causing a shiver to run down her spine and her eyes to flash purple for a moment. It was the Alpha. She approached Stiles' window as the Jeep came to a stop.

"Stiles. What the hell is going on?" She asked as she glanced warily at the Alpha in the passenger seat.

"We need your help to find Derek and Cora." Stiles answered as he shut off the Jeep.

"We?"

"He attacked Lydia and threatened to kill her if I didn't help." Stiles answered. Peter sent the witch a wolfish smile and stepped from the vehicle. Anna glanced at Stiles one more time before nodding her head towards the house. Stiles and Peter followed her. She and Stiles entered first, but Peter stopped at the threshold unable to enter. Peter glared at the woman.

"Mountain ash?" She smirked but shook her head.

"Nope. Just your good old fashioned protection charm. Keeps out anyone with any, mmm, ill intentions towards me out of the house." Peter growled eyes flashing red.

"Take it down." He ordered. Anna shook her head.

"Swear you mean Stiles and I no harm and it'll let you enter. Go back on your word and you'll suffocate before you even get the chance." Peter glared.

"I swear no harm will come to you and Stiles by my hand." Anna nodded, Stiles watched with bated breath as Peter took another step and was this time able to cross into the home. Anna waved a hand for the boys to follow her and headed to the kitchen. Stiles stared in awe at the cupboards lining the walls filled with hundreds of herbs and roots and things. The 16-year-old noted that there was a regular stove and such, but there was also a fireplace that housed a black cauldron. He snickered. Anna turned and smiled at the boy.

"I'm a sucker for the oldies. If it ain't broke, don't fix it." The witch then turned to the cabinet and began pulling down different herbs.

"So how are you going to find them?" Stiles asked. His eyes widened as Anna's eyes flashed purple and she snapped her fingers causing the fireplace to come to life. Anna smiled at the amazed look on the boy's face while Peter just rolled his eyes.

"She's going to do a locator spell." Peter told the boy, Anna nodded in confirmation.

"Cool."

The two watched as Anna worked quickly adding different herbs and what not to the cauldron. Stiles choked when Anna began to wave her hands around oddly for a few moments only for a ball of water to form in the girl's hand.

"Ahh, so you're not just a natural which. You're an earth witch." Peter mused. Anna glared at him before continuing with her concoction.

"What's an earth witch?" Stiles asked curiously. Anna ignored the question so Peter took the opportunity to answer.