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𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 35~ 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓

Important A/N at the end, please read it after you are done with this chapter.

Scott's POV

After school me, Stiles, allison and isaac went to Derek's loft to come up with some sort of plan

Scott: I think I might have a plan

Isaac: me too.

Scott: I was thinking we get Stiles to try and talk to Isay

Stiles: dont you think I've tried that?

Isaac: I think my plan is way better

Derek: let's hear it

Isaac: Stiles can be the bait, one of us will attack him, not causing any fatal injuries, and Isay can save him

Stiles: I'm not really a fan of being the bait

Peter: that gave me a better idea, we make a deal with the vampires

Derek: are you insane? Why would we do that?

Peter: they hate her just as much as we do. We can tell them to try and kill Stiles and then she will save him

Scott: what if she doesn't save him?

Stiles: they wont really try to kill me though...right?

Peter: actually I think they should

Stiles: excuse me?

Peter: do you guys not know anything about hybrids?

He rolled his eyes and got up from the table he was leaning against and walked closer to us

Peter: hybrids cant only take away pain like we do, they can also heal people

Derek: how?

Peter: by giving you their blood

Scott: what like the vampire diaries?

I let out a chuckle

Peter: sure but a bit more realistic. Vampires can't feed you their blood and you'll magically heal, only hybrids can do that and then when she does give him her blood he will heal just as fast as she can heal herself

Allison: are you sure it would work?

Peter: well it's what all the legends say

Scott: but they are myths

Peter: technically so is Isay but shes a hybrid now isn't she?

Stiles sighed

Stiles: if it means getting Isay back...then I'll do it.

Scott: but what if it doesn't work or if she doesn't save him?

Stiles: I think she will. Yesterday I talked to her, she said she would never hurt me so I'm guessing that means she wouldn't let me die either.

I let out a sigh

Scott: let's do it.

-

We arrived at the vampire's mansion.
We agreed that Peter would do the talking.

We stood infront of their big wooden doors waiting for Peter to knock but when he raised a fist he hesitated and put it back down. He turned to look at us with an expression like he was constipated

Peter: why do I have to do it?

He moaned like a child