It should have come as some sort of relief when Derek smashed his fist into Jennifers nose, there should have been at least a flicker of hope to how this is all going to end, but the sinking feeling which resides in the bottom of her stomach, makes Cora feel like her life is about to be turned upside down again. She doesn’t want to believe Derek can’t win Jennifer, but there’s this feeling which is so dark and terrifying and it won’t leave her.
She knows she should be listening to what Jennifer is spouting off about, but the youngest Hale is channelling through her pain and trying in desperation to show her strength and solidarity to her brother.
Ba-boom Ba-boom Ba-boom Ba-boom.
Like a bass drum, her heartbeat pounds through her skull, but right now, it is Derek’s that she is trying to focus on.
This is her own fault–she never trusts easily and Jennifer managed to worm her way into her more compassionate side, finding a connection in relation to the loneliness Cora sometimes felt–helping her on the night of the Opera house fire. Derek never wanted to trust the woman–he did it for his sister, just like he is doing this now….for her.
She has to be strong, she has to show him that she believes in him and against the ever-increasing odds, that they will both come out of this together and alive.
Though this is made decidedly difficult when the force of the shockwave can be felt through Cora’s entire body. Her lungs drag in the air to get enough oxygen in them before letting a loud gasp escape her lips.
She yanks down ruthlessly on the chains, causing the flesh on her wrists to rip even more, but it doesn’t matter because Cora just needs to get to him.
“D-Derek, get up!…you have to get up!!”
She moves her entire body as much as possible towards him, managing to close the gap slightly and touching him with her leg.
Turning her visual to Jennifer, she growls with as much aggression as she can summon.
“You stay the fuck away from my brother!”
The fool, he shouldn’t have stopped to speak with her. Honestly, it was as Mary said, people only seemed to become more foolish with age. His first mistake was being unable to save his family, his second one was trying to save the little he had left. No matter, enough games. It was time to claim what was hers. Jennifer walked forwards, the glass shards cracking under the weight of her heels.
“I don’t listen to weaklings.” Was all she deadpanned at Cora before grabbing Derek by the hair and yanking him up to his knees. She made sure Cora could see as she slowly wound the wire around his neck and pulled it, tight enough to be felt, but not yet to strangle. They’d ruined her plans, she was going to make them suffer. Slow deaths on both ends.
She crouched down to put her mouth next to the alpha’s ear, her eyes still on Cora, and whispered, “Any last words, Darek Hale?”
The world was a darkened haze, his vision fading in and out as was his consciousness. The only thing he registered was Cora’s leg against his side and the fact that he was somehow on his knees before Jennifer. If he could re-do just one thing about what was clearly about to happen, it would be the way that bitch had him positioned. To die on his knees was a disgrace beyond measure…
His body ached, head hanging heavy on his shoulders, the last shockwave doing more than simply tossing him into the air, the wire around his throat tightened as Jennifer bent down to his level, her lips brushing gently against his ear as she spoke.
He refused to answer her, refused to give her the satisfaction of showing any further weakness than he had too. Raising his head high, he cast his gaze straight ahead, unyielding in his resolve. His only regret was not getting Cora out of those chains before he met his end.
Perhaps in death, he may find redemption for his sins.
Jennifer twisted the wire, pulling it taunt, choking against his throat, using her previous strength to keep him kneeling as his struggles of desperation began.
She could feel his heart beat, it aligned with the drums of power that began to manifest as his life force, that rawest of strength, began to leak into the ether, ready for her grasp. She raised her second hand, billy club high and with an unnatural force slammed it against the back of his head, a resounding crack echoing throughout the room followed by a concussion of air, the leaking of his life. Jennifer held firm as the body below her jerked, little more than nerve endings now.
The fight was gone, what was once Derek Hale began to slump in her grip, the atmosphere charging with more energy then she’d ever felt before, than she’d believed possible, this, this was her glory! Her reward! Her conquest! The billy-club hit the floor and she swiftly pulled her blade from her back pocket and positioned it against his throat; with a practiced motion the blade ripped into his neck, slitting the former alpha’s throat and spilling warm blood over her hand.
She dropped the husk to the floor. That heat, it already began to surge, into her body, moving, moving, more, more, more! The heat, the fire, the power, she was burning! Burning with power! A shining phoenix of magical prowess. She could hear things, voices, laughing, her laughing? She couldn’t tell. There was only power. Too much… too much? Power, only power, power for her, for Friede for Samantha, for Alexander, for all of them! Her body felt tight, such heat! All at once, where was room? No room. Only darkness, darkness and power, she was a light in the dark…
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