Beacon Hills 1983

Chapter 51: An Explanation

(Teen wolf + Riverdale)

Greg and Lucy got bored while I waited for Emel to finish work. Coincidentally, Greg checked in at the same hotel as the school, so the two of them headed back to get some rest.

I watched people walk in and out, sat quietly and ordered coffee, occasionally asking for refills to make it seem like I was there for a reason, other than Emel.

Although the Hale's are clearly in denial, we've absentmindedly ignored my human sister for way too long. About time one of us showed her some importance. That, and I needed an explanation from her.

I'd lost track of time and dosed off- more tired from last night's drive than I thought myself to be.

Afternoon light burns my heavy eyes, as I squint through the window. The parking lot is nearly empty, and tables are hardly occupied. I stand up, stretching like a cat, and spot Emel behind the counter.
She sees me approaching, but keeps a straight face.

"Enjoyed the nap?"
I roll my eyes,"All that coffee wasn't helping."
Emel ignores me, "Nes, what are you doing here?"
"School trip."
She's unconvinced.
"I snuck out."
She's convinced.
I throw the question right back to her, "What are you doing here?"

She inhales deeply.
"It's a long story. A really long story."

I put my hands together in business-like fashion, and take a seat on the counter stool, "I've got time."
She looks around, wary. Then raises an eyebrow,"What do you know?"

A short silence hangs between us while I gather the pieces together, before answering.
"You're engaged to Greg. He's the kanima, and you're the master. Somehow Billy and Timothée are involved." I internally shiver at the thought of Billy and Emel...
"You killed a hunter, and probably Beverly as well. Our aunt."

I'm quite skeptical about the last part. How could Emel have killed Beverly if she was with me when it happened?
I still remember sitting in her room, the two of us communicating for the first time without breaking into an argument, when the searing pain plunged through my chest, murdering Beverly and arising the new alpha.

"Master wanted revenge. But not through me."

So what did that mean?

Emel's chemo signals convey distress. She pulls a chair from under the counter on her side, and sits facing me. "There's a few parts to this story that I'm still trying to figure out myself, Nes."
Her brows pull together, anxiously.

"Don't worry about the missing parts." I assure her, in the most soothing voice I can.
"Just start from the beginning."

And so she does.

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Five years ago

Music was loud and lights were dim. Sinset Roller Disco was thriving.

Eighteen year old Emel Hale didn't like nightclubs very much, despite her notorious reputation. She didn't know why people found her promiscuous, but the truth was, it didn't bother her at all. She enjoyed the attention. Indulged it.