Nothing Personal [Teen Wolf (TV) Fanfic]

Every Family Has Its Strengths and Secrets

Over the course of the week:

“Mucho siento, mi tío, porque…” (I’m so sorry, Uncle, because...) Tabitha wiped her watery eyes with her sleeve, nudging her cell phone. “(My older brother, your nephew, Todd…he…is dead.)”

She heard her uncle gasp on the other side of the line before bursting out incoherently, unable to complete a sentence. “(What?)” Victor demanded. “(Why? How? What happened?)”

“No se,” (I don’t know.) Tabitha choked out, a fresh lining of tears threatening to spill from her already agitated eyes. “La policía está investigando. Todd fue asesinado hace algunas horas. Alguien entró en la casa de mi mamá y los atacaron.” (The police are investigating. Todd was murdered a few hours ago. Someone broke in and attacked my mom and killed my brother.)

“¿Fue un robo? ¿Quién lo hizo?” (Was it a robbery? Who did it?) Even thousands of miles apart, she could hear the anger vibrant in Victor’s gruff voice.

“No se,” (I don’t know.) Tabitha repeated again. She glanced over her shoulder towards her brothers who discussed among themselves. Her father had yet to join them as he was isolated himself down the corridors to spread the news to his side of the family. Tom had offered to do it for him but Richard insisted it was too delicate of a situation. She further separated herself from the group to confide in her uncle.

“(But I know who did it and I killed him.”) She whispered in the dark corner, covering a hand over her mouth so no witnesses could read her lips. “(But I need you to be here. We need your support. There are people who are out to hurt me, the same people who hurt my mom and killed my brother. Help me, please.)”

“(Of course,)” Victor immediately replied. His voice was alert and concerned with an edge. “(But…why?)

“(I will tell you later. It’s too much to explain.)”

“(Okay. I will fly out tonight. I will be there in the morning. Can you pick me up at the airport?)”

 “(Yes. When will you be here?)”

“A las siete de la mañana.” (6 in the morning)

She hung up the phone and slid it back into her pocket, acknowledging the move she just made. She could’ve withheld the information for Victor, taken the responsibility of justice into her own hands, but she told him and now that she fired that shot, a battle would ensure. She shook her head dismayed. She knew the Argents were screwed now. She had threatened them and now that they had made their move –a stupid move –they were going to pay the deadly consequences.

She realized though this would interfere with Madison’s plans but her anger had blinded her conscience and she didn’t think much of it as she pictured what Victor would inflict upon the individual who dared to call the hit. This wasn’t just Madison’s problem anymore. The Argents had messed with the wrong family. She smirked. Oh yes, justice would most certainly be delivered.

Behind the protection of their stone walls, Chris and Victoria paced nervously, frustrated and anxious as they stared at their guest sitting smugly on their couch. Victoria shook in her heels as she contemplated their next move. Usually she was confident but her daughter’s

“Gerard,” Chris sneered behind clenched teeth, “weren’t you thinking at all? Didn’t you remember our little talk?”

“She’s just a little girl,” the old man excused, grinning. He leaned forward and stared at his son. “What can she do to us?”