Seva: Service; working for the benefit of others.
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Angelina spent her late preteens into her early teens fighting for not only her life, but the lives of others close to her. She just wished that after the loss of their close friend, Allison Argent...
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There was an amount of heat that hid inside the wind, each gust whipping up some sand. It had to have been later in the afternoon as the three teens walked through a small town in Mexico, looking for Derek Hale, a former alpha, who had went missing not that long ago. The McCall pack's break from everything was cut real short when they couldn't reach Derek. Scott McCall being the one to actually go to the loft to look, only to find it empty with no sign of Derek.
"Listen, I love Derek, don't get me wrong. But if we die, I will haunt him forever," Angelina Stilinski shrugged as she delivered her empty threat. She trudged beside her brother, Stiles, and their friend, Lydia Martin. "I honestly don't know why anyone would want to kidnap him."
That comment earned a slap on the head from Stiles and a chuckle from Lydia. The younger feigned shock, gasping as she whipped her head around to glare at her older brother. "I was just being honest," She pleaded her case. Of course, she had just been messing around, trying to lift their spirits after a long time of grieving.
"This doesn't seem so bad," Stiles said, ignoring his sister as he rubbed his hands together. Something he tended to do a lot. Angelina loved to tease him, saying he looked like a fly when he did that. But that was when things were easier, before people starting getting bit, before their lives turned upside down.
"It's not the town, it's the plan," Lydia explained to him.
Stiles frowned in response. "What's wrong with the plan?"
"Stiles, we are going to get ourselves killed in there," Angelina whispered harshly, looking over her shoulder to make sure that they weren't drawing any unwanted attention on themselves. Quite frankly, Angelina had made no plans on dying any time soon. It was only her freshman year in high school, she was terrified to even think about what could happen.
"This could be the stupidest plan we've ever come up with." Lydia added. "You're aware of that, right?"
Stiles looked off into the distance, "I'm aware, it's not our best."
"We are going to die," Lydia acknowledged, making the Stilinski siblings look over at her. They all began to slowly walk through the town, only in silence for a few seconds before Stiles spoke up.
"Are you saying that as a Banshee, or are you just being pessimistic?" He asked, swaying his hands back and forth.
Angelina shook her head and shrugged slightly, "Stiles, I'm pretty sure she's saying it as a person who doesn't want to die," Lydia pointed her finger towards the younger girl and nodded.
The brunette boy nodded. "Okay, well then, would you mind restricting any talk of death to actual Banshee predictions?" He questioned.
"This plan is stupid and we're going to die," Lydia smiled.