After Alice's sacrifice to save Scott, she was laid to rest. But Scott and his friends unknowing what she really was, she came back to the land of the living. Just in time for a new threat that snakes it's way into her's and her friends' lives. Will...
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The next day approached rather too quickly for my liking, like the universe was trying to get this over with. School had also gone too fast, but that was good. Scott and Allison had talked about their feelings as they still were trying to hide their relationship, secrets don't last forever.
Well in my case they do...
I stood in the back office of the vets with Stiles to my left and Scott to his left, as Deaton was in front of us, showing us a small bottle of ketamine.
"Ketamine?" Scott states as he was unsure of what it was going to be used for at this moment in time.
"It's the same stuff we use on the dogs, just a higher dosage," Deaton began as he leaned forward and placed the bottle and a weird shape syringe onto the metal table. "If you can get close enough to Jackson, it should slow him down enough to buy you some time," Scott had already grabbed the bottle and syringe as Deaton was speaking. "This is some of what you'll use to create the barrier," Deaton was now holding the bottle of mountain ash he used last night. "This part is for you, Stiles, only you," Deaton placed the bottle down onto the table.
"Uh, that sounds like a lot of pressure," Stiles states as he reaches for the bottle of mountain ash. "Can we maybe find a slightly less pressure-filled task for me?" Scott and I took our glances to him, but he was looking at Scott the most. Good-old Stiles, using his humour.
"It's from the mountain ash tree, which is believed by many cultures to protect against the supernatural. This office is lined with ash-wood, making it difficult for someone like Scott to cause me any trouble," Deaton finished off, smiling at Scott.
"Okay, so then what? I just spread this around the whole building and then either Jackson or whoever's controlling him can't cross it?" Stiles had asked, locking eyes with Deaton.
"They'll be trapped," Deaton replies, leaning on the table, staring at Stiles.
"Doesn't sound too hard," Scott ensures Stiles that it wasn't too hard to place this around the building. I couldn't help but let out a little chuckle from the side, making Scott and Stiles stare at me, with a raised eyebrow.
"You can't just sprinkle it around like fairy dust," I began as they looked at me slightly confused. "Essentially, it's just powder until a spark ignites it, then it becomes something more. You need to be that spark Stiles," My eyes were only on him for this part, as he needed to believe himself to actually form the barrier.
"If you mean light myself on fire, I don't think I'm up for that," he remarks, taking it as the humour way once again, trying to defuse the pressure on him. I rolled my eyes dramatically at him, before looking at Deaton, my expression pleading for help.
"Let's try a different analogy. I used to golf." Deaton began, taking over from me. "I learned that the best golfers never swing before first imagining where they want the ball to go. They see it in their mind and their mind takes over," Deaton said, and out of the corner of my eye, Stiles knew what the whole conversation was about. "It can be pretty extraordinary what the force of your own will can accomplish,"
"Force of will," Stiles states as he takes in the information, but still wasn't believing that he could accomplish this task. He had looked away from Deaton and was thinking, probably the worst outcomes of this.
"If this is going to work, Stiles," Deaton began as Stiles' eyes went back to him. "You have to believe it," Deaton raised his hands up slightly just below his chest, gesturing to Stiles to believe in himself. Stiles looks to Scott for a moment before he inhales deeply, using his hands like Deaton did, accepting to believe in himself and that he can accomplish the task.
"Stiles," I spoke softly, as I placed my hand on his shoulder, my bracelet, jangling together. "You're not alone in this, I'll help you. After all, that is what we Witches do," I gave him a warm smile as he gave me one back...
I arrived outside the building where the rave was being held for the night. Though I had my Grimoire in my hands, and not an entry ticket to the rave. I wouldn't have a problem getting inside... I wore the same outfit as earlier, as it was fitting for the occasion. I walked down the alley way of sorts, as Stiles and Scott were already here and at the back end of Stiles's jeep, talking to one another. I whipped my blonde hair around like models do, as I approached the boys. Suddenly, Scott's eyes went past me and onto the building hearing something within, before running towards me.
"Scott! What am I supposed to--" Stiles shouts to Scott who had now ran past me and inside the building. Stiles locked eyes with me for a moment. "Plan officially sucks," Stiles ranged on as he turned and threw the plastic bin bag, full of mountain ash onto the floor.
"I'm here to help," I said calmly to him as I stood behind, as he quickly spun on his heels. "All you have to do is go around the perimeter with the ash and come back full circle," I used my hand to point around the side of the building and come back around like I was drawing a circle in mid-air.
"Ok, got it," Stiles replies but his voice wasn't too sure on it, but he began. He made a hole in the bin bag and ash started to empty from the bag as he made his way. I could already feel the magic within the ash coming to life, creating that barrier.
As Stiles walked to create the barrier, I flipped open my Grimoire to the page where the spell I needed was, just to read over it one last time to make sure that I got it all right. Moments passed and I looked up from the Grimoire to see Derek and Boyd begin to walk by the entrance of the building. At the same time, Chris and a gang of hunters came around the corner, all holding guns with them.
This wasn't a good sign to me...
I slammed my Grimoire shut and quickly paced over to Derek and Boyd. "Derek. Back off," I had heard Chris say with my super hearing, before I closed in on them.
"Back off? That--That's really all you've got?" Derek states, not convinced with Chris's threat. I was now standing behind Derek and Boyd. "I got to be honest, Chris. I was really expecting more from the, uh, big, bad veteran werewolf hunter," Derek states, smiling at his comment. Chris also smiled for a moment, acknowledging Derek's comment.
"Okay, then. How about 'Didn't anyone ever tell you not to bring claws to a gunfight?'," Chris states smugly, as the men behind him cocked their guns and aimed it at us.
"Yeah, that one sounded pretty good," Boyd states, and Derek was clearly not happy he said that, but Chris wouldn't shoot me if I was here, or maybe he would. I don't know? But I wanted to make a cocky remark back...
"And didn't anyone tell you to have a Witch on your side?" I replied smugly with a smirk tugging on my lips as I brushed past Derek to stand in front of him and Boyd. The hunters' guns still pointed at me. "Please," I waved my hand down at them and the guns that they were holding followed suit, and stuck down, like they weren't drawn. I could see on their faces that they were using all of their strength to lift that arm back up to point the gun at us, but they couldn't. "Don't waste your time boys," was my response after a moment of watching them struggle, the smirk still on my lips. But Chris quickly raises his handgun to me, aimed straight for my forehead.
"Release them," was his only words, as his eyes were trained on me. "We're here to save people," Chris tried to reason with me, but the hunters' way is to kill him and get it over with. I couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or if he was lying. I squinted my eyes at him, wondering if it was possible, but I waved my index & middle finger out. Suddenly, the magical force that held their guns down was lifted and they can move freely once again.
"Go, Alice. We've got this," Derek's voice filled the night air, making me spin to look into his eyes. Something behind his eyes told me that this was going to go south, but I gave him a nod, and began to run away from the group and into the building.
I didn't look back as I heard gunshots and grunts. I was praying to the Gods to make sure Derek and Boyd were going to be alright...
