Imagines

Imagine: Illia is a witch who has massive power which attracts Esther, so she sends Kol after her, but it doesn’t go as planned.

 I stood in front of my altar in my safehouse, with my hands flat on the floor, as I crouched forward as if I was hailing Mary, or bowing to a king. My soul drifted from my body, sensing a darker force near, swirling, almost suffocating, as if it were searching for something, as if it were about to attack, and I already knew who it was going after. The Mikaelson’s. All of them.

I never got my powers through the ancestors. It’s in my blood, bound to no limits. I use my own life force. Most call this expressionism, but it’s not exactly that. My version is comforting, repairing, but dangerous. I never asked for this. I woke up when I seven and I threw a tantrum and we all learned what I was capable of.

My parents built this safehouse that is warded and protected from most in order to keep my secret, and to protect me from those who wish to harm me.

A knock on the door startled me back into my body, causing me to snap up quickly to my feet, swirling around, with my hand raised, my power, my essence already in my hand, ready to be unleashed if needed. A man walked in, but it was confusing. He wore one face, but I knew it wasn’t him. He wore another. I have a talent of soul seeing, always knowing who is who, and if they are where they should be. Even though I’m young, many witches come to me for advice or if they have concerns.

“Are you Illia?” the man said.

“How did you find me?” I asked, my voice strong, not wanting to show him my fear.

“Someone in town told me where I could find you. Her name’s Davina.” He said, raising his hands in a defensive position. I gave a faint smile at the mention of Davina, but soon frowned. Davina wouldn’t so willingly give up my location. She would have told me first.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Kaleb.” He said. He’s lying.

“Your lying.” I said, listening to the whispering voices in my head.

“My name is Kaleb, I’m a witch like you.” He tried again. I shook my head no, and used my power to slam him against the wall. The magic was effortless, begging to be unleashed.

“You’re lying.” I said again.

“I can’t tell you who I am, darling. She’ll kill me.” He begged. I could tell he was telling the truth at that, but I couldn’t just let him go.

“Your name is Kol Mikaelson, isn’t it? One of the original vampires who was killed, but Esther brought you back?” I asked for confirmation.

“Yes, yes, that’s me. But how did you know that?” he asked, scared.

“I’m a soul seer. There’s not much you can hide from me.” I told him honestly. Everyone knew that in the Quarter, Esther probably knew that, too. She was one of the ancestors, she must have known, which is how he knew how to find me. But she must have known that I could have easily killed him.

“Tell me, Kol, what do you want?” I asked again, trying to be polite, trying to be nice.

“I can’t tell you. Mother will kill me.” He pleaded. I sighed, and used my powers to push him further into the wall, leaving him gasping for breath, almost crying out it pain.

“That’s funny you saying that. Especially due to your current predicament.” I said, before I lessened the force I was using, and he gasped in relief, but he was still held to the wall. “Listen, Kol, this building is warded. Why do you think that is? Why do you think I have to protect myself so much?” I asked, rhetorically, and continued, “I’m powerful, Mr. Mikaelson. I make people uncomfortable. People have bounties over my head, but no one ever tries to enter my sacred ground. You want to know why? Because they fear what I am capable of. They fear my anger, my wrath, and your mother instructed you to enter this place. Do you really think she expected you to walk out of here?” I questioned, my voice becoming stronger, my anger rearing it’s head. I slowly clenched my fist, and he cried out in pain before I released my power altogether, letting him go. “You fear your mother, but I can send you back to your hell with a snap of my fingers. Your mother at least has to preform a ritual. She can pull the plug, but all I have to do is just let go. Now tell me. What do you want?” I asked again, trying to get my point across. I walked over to him, my dress fluttering behind me, as I padded across the floor barefoot. He flinched when I came near, and I smiled sadly. I raised my hand, and placed it gently on his face, and closed my eyes, letting positive energy flow into him, healing him from the internal injuries I caused.

When Kol was healed, I backed away from him allowing him space, and he looked at me in awe. “Why did you do that?” he asked.

“I may be powerful, but I do not wish to do harm. Not unless I have to, Kol. I do not relish in the feeling of killing innocents.” I said.

“And that’s why the ancestors don’t try to curb your power.” He noted. I nodded my head lightly, and but I laughed.

“The ancestors have no real control over me. Sure, I contact them, but I do not get my power from them.” I said, before I turned back around, and walked back over to the altar, and I prepared a  disguise charm. “Before I tell you anymore, you have to tell me what you want, well, more like what Esther wants.” I added.

“She wanted me to figure you out. Find out information on you.” He said in a hesitant tone. I rolled my eyes at his fear.

“Why?” I asked.

“She’s an envious loon. Anyone with more power than her she wants eliminated so they can’t stop her if they wanted to.” He told me honestly, and I knew he was telling the truth. He sounded bitter, annoyed and fearful of his mother. How could anyone be so cold that they threaten to kill their children, holding their life in their hands, waiting to snuff them out if they make one wrong move.

“Double cross her.” I said in blunt tone, not going around my objective. I hated mind games. They were so pointless and a waste of everyone’s time.

“If not?” he asked.

“It won’t take much for me to kill you, Mr. Mikaelson.” I pointed out, referring to earlier.

“She’ll kill me, Illia.” He pleaded.

“I won’t let that happen, Kol.” I told him honestly.

“Then what would I tell her?” he asked, coming over to my side, eyeing my motions as I prepared the charm.

“So you would double cross her for me? I have your word?” I asked.

“You have my word. You intrigue me, and even though you could kill me in a split second, you don’t.” he told me. I nodded my head, and I continued my quick but careful work.

“Tell her that you found me, but I wouldn’t tell you anything. That I hurt you. That it will take more time for me to trust you.” I told him.

“But you healed me.” He pointed out. I rolled my eyes at his denseness. I burned the charm in the bowl, letting it turn to ash, before I added various liquids.

“Have you never seen a disguiment charm before, Mr. Mikaelson?” I asked, shaking my head.

“I have, but they never work.” He said.

“Mine do. I use old magic. I use my own spirit.” I said. I mixed the ingredients, and chanted an incantation under my breath, and the mixture glowed when it was done. “Lift your shirt, please.” I told him. He looked at me in confusion, but I just gave him an unimpressed look, and he quickly did what I asked.

I dipped my fingers into the mixture, and drew the sigil on his chest, chanting another incantation as I did, putting my will behind the word, imagining the damage that I could inflict on him if I wanted to. Within seconds he was done. “Go back to your mother. She won’t know you’re lying. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m tired.” I said, almost passing out on my feet. Kol gave me a soft smile, and guided me through a set of double doors, and laid me on my bed, and by the time I closed my eyes he was gone.

 It’s been a couple of weeks since Kol pledged his loyalty to me, betraying his mother, and I felt bad for him. He was hurting. He was in pain. When his mother would want him to come back, she would magically carve runes into his arm, and I didn’t understand how someone could be so cruel. When he is near, I feel safe, even if I am more than capable in protecting myself, he completes me. He teaches me what he has learned over the years, and I teach him how to access his spirit safely, without it consuming him like most expressionist users. I need him in my life.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned my head, even though I knew it was Kol. I could sense him. I always could. “Illia, you really need to sleep.” He told me. He came up behind me, and placed his hands on my shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. I leaned back into him, and I could tell he was smirking. I knew he loved the effect he had on me, and I guess I loved it, too. No one dared to try and get this close to me. Everyone was too fearful.

“I can’t sleep, Kol.” I told him in a soft voice.

“And why is that darling?” he asked.

“Because I’m going to delink you from Esther. She won’t be able to harm you anymore. She won’t be able to threaten you anymore. She won’t be able to try and send your soul back into that dark place.” I told him. His motions froze, and he spun me around, looking shocked.

“I can’t feel her anymore, Illia. Did you already do it?” he asked. I weakly nodded my head.

“What do you think I’ve been doing this last week? She can’t hurt you anymore, Kol.” I told him. His face broke out into a smile, and I loved knowing I was the cause of his happiness.

“Why, why would you do this for me?” he asked, confused, but I knew he was ecstatic.

“How could I not, Kol? You make me feel complete. It pains me to see you hurting, and I couldn’t take it.” I told him honestly. He laced his hands through mine, and rested his head against mine. “I’m also going to get your back into your body. But it will be in a way where you won’t be a vampire anymore.” I told him. He looked down at me in surprise.

“How?” he breathed out.

“Well being a witch is in your DNA. Being a vampire isn’t. But I may be able to give you back your heightened senses and strength. It’ll take work, and it will take time, but I will do it. I’ll do it for you. God, I would do anything for you.” I said in the same tone as his.

He gave me a blinding smile, and I could tell he felt joy for once since he’s been back. “You are the purest person I have ever met.” He said.

A Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction 

I stared blankly at the men in front of me. I clutched my arm to my chest, wincing in pain, but forced myself not to say anything. “How is this even possible?” the shortest one said. I sighed, and looked around the flat. The place was dust filled and messy, looking like a neurotic lived here. Which is most likely the case.

               “Well it is.” I said dumbly.

               “No. You’re supposed to be dead!” John shouted.

               “Well, technically, well, legally, I was.” I said, straightening my posture.

               “You’re supposed to be dead!” John shouted, coming closer to me. I flinched at his tone, not liking it, causing him to back up.

               “John do remember that ages ago I was dead.” The other man said. My eyes snapped up at him, and I glanced him over. Right. This must be Sherlock. My brother’s best friend, and everyone’s favorite sociopathic resident.

               “She overdosed!” John refused.

               “And I jumped off a building.”  Sherlock said, throwing his hands up, his robe flapping at his movements.

               “And I’m right here! John! I’m standing right in front of you! And I am very much alive!” I shouted, feeling annoyed. Nothing made sense. Nothing was clear. I don’t understand emotions. I never had, yet I often find myself fueled by anger and pain. “I also have a bullet in my arm, so that would be great if you’d be able to help.” I said.

               John froze and I rolled my eyes. I brushed past him, and into the kitchen, and I shuffled through drawers. I finally found what I was searching for. I pulled out a first aid kit. I tore off my jacket, and I braced my arm on the table. I heard footsteps behind, but I refused to look behind me.

               “Oh jesus!” John said, sounding appalled.

               “John, I’m the one with a god damned bullet in my arm!” I ground out through clenched teeth. I pulled out the knife from my pocket, and I hesitated before I drew the blade to my arm.

               “Wait! You should go to the hospital!” John said.

               I glared at him harshly. “No, no hospital. Far as I am concerned Amara Watson is dead.” I said. Suddenly, a lighter was placed in front of me, and I looked at it. I followed the hand, and I saw it was Sherlock. I grabbed the lighter from him, which I used to sterilize the blade. I hesitated slightly, before slicing into my arm. “Fuck!” I shouted, as I opened the wound up, so I could go in with a pair of tweezers, which I used to extract the bullet.

               I dropped the bullet onto the table, and by this time I was dizzy. “Amara, you don’t look well.” John said, coming closer to me. I rolled my eyes, and took the knife, using the lighter to heat up the blade.  “What are you- oh god!” John said, sounding like he was going to be sick as I used the hot blade, pressing it to my wound, letting the hot metal cauterize the wound. I let out a short scream.

               Finally, I dropped the bloody knife to the table, and I stood up straight, nearly falling over. “John, this is why you’re the doctor.” I gasped out, and stumbled back into the other room, where I reached my bag, pulling out a bottle of alcohol, which I dumped onto my arm, cleansing the now burnt flesh. I applied ointment, then wrapped my arm in a bandage. I rummaged through my bag, then found my pain medicine, which I took quickly, swallowing it dry.

               I collapsed onto the floor, and panted, feeling the adrenaline fade, which now left me shaky and dizzy. I pushed myself up, getting to my feet, as I walked back into the kitchen, picking up my jacket from the floor, walking back to the living room where my brother stood with Sherlock. “Will you please tell me what happened?” John begged.

               “Oh dearie, don’t beg, it doesn’t suit you well at all.” I said, rolling my eyes.

               “You’re a paranoid recluse on the run from someone, but it must have been taken care of recently for you to show up here. You have a talent of finding people, since you easily found us. You evade our questions, yet you came here for a reason. Is the reason that you’re finally free from the man you once loved? No, you’re not a torn up wreak. You didn’t love him, he loved you, obsessed with you.” Sherlock deduced.

               “My my, your brother was right about you.” I teased, causing them both to freeze.

               “You know Mycroft?” he asked.

               “Of course. Who else do you think helped me disappear. Of course I owed him a few favors for his troubles, but I am now out of his debt.” I said, shrugging my shoulders, not at all phased by Sherlock’s deductions.

               “An overdose?” John asked, hurt in his voice. I sighed but turned around.

               “I actually did overdose. On accident. Not intentional. My heart did stop, but that’s where Mycroft’s men came in. In a matter of seconds, my death certificate was signed, and his men had my heart restarted. When I came to, Mycroft informed me that Jason, the man who I had been seeing, was a dangerous man. Of course I knew that. I agreed to disappear, knowing that it would rattle him. People would start asking questions, force him to become hasty, make a mistake.” I informed.

               “I thought you were dead! For eleven years I thought you were dead!” John shouted. I flinched at his raised voice. Recoiling back in fright.

               “Please, brother, try to see my perspective.” I said, out of breath, afraid.

               “Your perspective? You come here, thinking that I would what? Welcome you back with open arms? After all this time? Your death drew Harry to drink. I went to war. Do you see my perspective?” he shouted.

               “John, I think you should go.” Sherlock said, breaking up our little domestic.

               “I should go? You don’t even know this girl who comes here with a bullet in her arm? She’s a liar who feels nothing!” John shouted, before storming out of the flat. I looked towards the entry way, flinching when I heard the door slam shut downstairs.

               “Why?” I asked, not looking at the man.

               “Why what?” he asked, sounding distracted. I looked toward him, seeing he was flipping through a book without a care in the world.

               “Why’d you do that? You should be kicking me out, not him.” I said, shaking my head.

               “He has some place to go. You? Do not.” He said.

               I nodded my head, and glanced down at my arm once more. I sighed, and pulled my hair up into a bun. “You don’t seem surprised that I was alive, you don’t even seem phased that a supposed dead girl shows up on your doorstep claiming to be John’s sister.” I said.

               “That’s because my brother told me about you when I met John. That he comes with baggage. Your death gave my brother’s idea for me to die and go into hiding when Moriarty was around. He knew it would work.” Sherlock said.

               “Because it worked with me.” I said.

               “Obviously.” He said. I rolled my eyes, and looked around once more.

               “My room is down the hall, feel free to use it. I tend to sleep in here, if I do sleep.” Sherlock said. I looked at him shocked.

               “So you’re just letting me stay here? No questions asked?” I verified.

               “My brother is not a stupid man. He wouldn’t go through that much trouble to help a girl who isn’t clever. You are useful. Your talents and skill.” He said.

               “So I’m just a tool?” I asked.

               “Is that a problem?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. I scoffed.

Hi my little lovelies, please feel free to send me requests, I am taking requests for the originals, the vampire diaries, teen wolf, riverdale, and pretty little liars. Those are the main shows I write for (at least until I get into other shows), but I will accept requests to supernatural, arrow, and the flash, as I watch these shows, but I am not caught up. So send them in!

Also, in case you may notice, in my Jughead Jones imagines, there are some recurring themes and plot lines, but that is because I am trying out different scenarios for a longer works piece involving Jughead, and I am trying to figure out what exactly I want to do with my little idea.

Imagine finding out that Archie likes you.

I stood in front of my mirror, the countless bottles of pills scattered on my vanity. I rolled my eyes, and pushed them towards the back of the little table, not wanting to look at them. I pulled on a robe, tying it around my waist, then scrubbed off my make-up with wipes, that I threw carelessly into the waste bin I had on the floor. I analyzed the dark circles under my eyes, noticing that they were only getting darker, signaling that I haven’t been sleeping as much as I should.

Ping. Ping. Ping.

An incessant tapping disturbed me from my thoughts, as I quickly turned around, finding the source of the noise, which happens to be coming from a boy outside my window. I rolled my eyes, as I slid the window open, motioning for the boy to come in.

“How do you deal with it?” Jughead asked, immediately, once I shut the window behind him.

“Deal with what?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, staring down my best friend.

“The serpents! The violence?” he asked, coming closer towards me. He placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing tightly, causing me to wince.

“Can you not?” I asked, pushing his hands off of me, not wanting to be too close to the man who I have had feelings for years. Especially when he has a girlfriend.

I turned away from him, before I turned on the light, then turned back around. He gasped when he saw the dark circles under my eyes, and the red blotches over my skin. “I don’t deal with it, Juggie.” I said, then moved over to my vanity, grabbing the pill bottles. “Xanax for the panic attacks, Lexapro for the depression, Adderall to keep me focused during the day, and Restoril to help me fall asleep.” I told him, before I slammed the bottles back down on the table.

“Then why do you stay with them?” he asked, looking distressed.

“Because no one else is helping me find out who killed my mother!” I said, frustrated.

“I didn’t know…” he said, cutting himself off, before he caught my arm, and pulled me into him, hugging me tightly, as if he could protect me from my demons. “You seem okay.” He whispered.

“But I’m not.” I said, softly. I pulled back, and wiped my eyes quickly. “Why? Why are you asking?” I said to him.

“Because I asked the serpents for help for something, and they come to my trailer, with some guy beaten up and tied to a chair.” He said, sounding distressed.

“Juggie, relax. They do that so you can see they are upholding their side of the deal. They don’t like to be indebted to anyone. Including people involved. They are trying to keep you happy, since you are FP’s son.” I informed him.

“But how do you pretend that everything is okay?” he asked.

“It’s the meds.” I told him honestly. I motioned for him to sit down, and once he did, I uncrossed my arms, and tried to relax my position. “Enough about me, Juggie, what else is bothering you?” I asked him, sternly, knowing that something else is troubling him.

“It’s Betty.” He said, sighing. He ran his hands over his face, before pushing his beanie off of his head in frustration.

“Tell me. What’s going on?” I asked him. He let out a humorless laugh and shook his head.

“I know how you feel about me, Morgan. I don’t want to make this difficult for you.” He said sadly.

“Jughead Jones. I don’t care. You are obviously struggling and you are my best friend. I don’t give a damn about my feelings. I want to help you.” I told him sternly. He sighed, and looked up at the ceiling, as if he was gathering strength.

“She’s great and all, she just doesn’t understand me at all. Not like you do. I’m doing all of this to be closer to my father, and she says she understands, but I can see it in her face that she doesn’t. She doesn’t understand.” Jughead said, clearly frustrated.

“Hey, hey, now. No. Betty is nice, I’m sure she understands, she cares about you. I think she’s just worried about you. Finding out what the Serpents are capable of, it must have her extremely cautious.” I told him, trying to reassure him, even though my heart was yearning for him instead.

“No, she doesn’t understand. At all. I am completely different than her. She is innocent, and pure, and I’m me who has had to struggle for everything. Her family sucks, but they at least care for her. Me? I’m stuck living in my dad’s trailer, but it’s where I chose to be, but Betty interrogated me about not staying with my foster parents. She’s pushing her wants onto me, and I just can’t take it!” he said, distressed.

“Juggie? What do you want me to do? I’m not a miracle worker. I can’t tell you how you feel for Betty, or how you feel with this situation, but I can tell you how I deal with it. I surround myself with people who aren’t good, that way I don’t feel out of place, and it hurts, because I know I’m all alone. My father is some dead beat dad, somewhere in Michigan, and my mom is dead. I live alone in this house, with social workers periodically checking in, and that’s the only time my uncle comes to town, so he doesn’t get charged with child neglect. I choke down pills to keep me sane and functioning, so I don’t repeat everything I have seen in my head on a never ending loop. I’m not perfect, Jughead, I am far from perfect. You asked me how I deal with it, and the truth is, I don’t. It’s all an act, and on the inside I’m miserable, but you want to know something? I am not going to let you feel miserable, even if it hurts me to see you with Betty, but she makes you happy, don’t run away from it, just because you’re scared. Don’t make yourself miserable. Don’t turn out like me.” I told him, coming close to him, kneeling down on the floor.

“How can you be so unselfish? You’re over there dying on the inside, tearing out your own heart, trying to help me, but have you ever thought about being selfish?” he said, standing up furiously, pacing back in forth in front of me, causing me to jump back in fright, causing me to land on my ass, with my back pressed against the end of my bed.

“Jughead, what are you even talking about?” I asked him.

“I’m trying to say that you should be a little selfish sometimes. You shouldn’t be miserable! Make a move, make yourself happy for once, instead of pretending that everything is alright, when clearly its not. Just stop pretending.” He said in a distraught voice, pulling me up to my feet, and before I could even question what was happening, his lips were pressed firmly on my own, and before I got too sucked into the kiss, I pushed him back.

“Jughead, no, you’re with Betty, you’re just confused.” I told him, trying to turn my head away, but with his hands cupping my cheeks, that was almost impossible.

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Teen Wolf

Isaac Lahey

Comfort

Eyes On You

I Will Fight For You

Needed

Backbone

Mary’s Song

Teenage Dirtbag

Feelings

Oblivion

The Return

Please Don’t Leave

Secrets- Chapter One

Scott McCall

Angel

Berserker

Alpha

New

Stiles Stilinski

Choked Up

The Best Secret

Moving On

Worried

Magic Lips

Derek Hale

Can’t Live Without You

Werewolf Love

Jealousy Looks Good On You

Forever

Tears

I Love You

New

In The Night- Prologue, Chapter One

Run

Jackson Whittemore

Always

Fox and the Hound- Part 1, Part 2

Game Freak

Liam Dunbar

Anchors

Control

Hero

Theo Raeken

Bliss- Part 1, Part 2

Warfare

Chris Argent

Memorial

Second Chance

Lydia Martin

The Sacrifice- Part 1, Part 2

Aiden

Confusion

Bobby Finstock

Assistant Coach

Jordan Parrish

Helpful

The Vampire Diaries/The Originals

Kol Mikaelson

Fighting For Your Attention

Luna

Savior

Into The Night

Coming to Terms

Solace- Part 1, Part 2

Life Force

Klaus Mikaelson

Shadows- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Safeguard

Eternal Life

Cranky and Cravings

Damon Salvatore

Salvatore Means Savior

Not Enough… Yes You Are

Jeremy Gilbert

Hunters

Fighting For Your Attention

Kai Parker

The Maniac Who Stole My Heart

Marcel Gerard

Interested

Tyler Lockwood

Rage

Pretty Little Liars

Hanna Marin

Never Again

Riverdale

Jughead Jones

Understanding

Selfish

Archie Andrews

Endgame

Sherlock

Sherlock Holmes

Gun shots sounded all around me. Everyone was screaming in fear and panic. No one knew where the shots were coming from, but we knew we weren’t safe. No one is. Our pack has been growing steadily as we followed Scott in his quest to save as many creatures of the night as we could as we hunted down Monroe and her band of ever growing followers.

In slow motion, I saw Theo go down, and in an instant I was by his side, pulling him to safety, and out of the way of the blasting bullets. I pulled him behind a pillar, and he looked up weakly at me. “Go! Get out of here!” he roared at me, his eyes flashing yellow.

“I told you! I’m not leaving you!” I said harshly back, my eyes glowing ice blue in aggravation.

Someone tried pulling me away from Theo, but I only growled ferociously at the person. I turned around, baring my fangs, only to see it was my brother, Derek.

“Ashley, we have to leave.” He told me in a rushed manner. The gunshots were further away, so I knew they were retreating.

“No! For the second time! I am not leaving him!” I yelled, my voice growing hoarse at all of the yelling I have been doing tonight. Derek saw something in my face, and I knew he pitied me, but he understood. He understood what I was feeling at this moment. He never left Paige, so he knew I would never leave Theo. Us Hales, have a knack of playing hero at the worst possible moments.

“I’ll cover you.” Derek said, before leaving the protected area, and I turned my attention to the chimera who I fell in love with.

“Ash, I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.” Theo weakly said, groaning in pain, as he tried to sit up. I rolled my eyes at the boy, and smiled faintly at the memory of when we first met. I hated him. I was angry that my brother left again, but I knew he needed to figure out his life, and here comes Theo destroying everything in his past. Eventually he wore me down, and no one in Scott’s pack understood why I cared so deeply for him, even after everything he did, but I understood. I knew he was tired of being alone. He wanted a pack for himself.

Granted his means rivaled Peter’s in the psychotic aspect, but I knew where he was coming from. I was all alone after the Hale fire, and I was so tired of being alone, I joined a ruthless pack. I learned to live in the destruction, but also to find the beauty in it. I also learned redemption. If I could change when Derek found me when he came back, then so could Theo. And he did.

“Haven’t I told you? When the fire burns, you just keep fighting. Eventually it will burn itself out.” I told him, as I took away his pain.

“Your inspirational quotes never make sense.” He ground out as I dug into his wound, using my claws to dig out the bullet.

“They will eventually.” I said, smirking.

Once I removed his bullet, he slumped back into me, sighing in defeat, as he felt himself heal. I played with his hair, not caring that warfare was all around us, but I knew we were safe. No one could get to us here. I pushed down his shirt collar, seeing that the bullet hole vanished before my eyes, and I leaned my head, against the top of his.

Theo grabbed one of my hands that were wrapped around him, and he raised it to his lips, kissing it gently, a silent form of thanks. “Theo, you know I would never leave you.” I whispered. Despite my instinct to run, and leave everything behind when threatened, I learned a new way, because of my love for Theo. The love I felt was too strong for me to even think about running away, and leaving everyone for dead.

The gunshots, eventually stopped, but I continued to hold Theo to my chest, knowing that he was too exhausted to move, let alone fight. Footsteps sounded behind me, but I didn’t even have to look up, to know that the pack was surrounding us, checking to see if we were okay. “We’re fine.” I whispered to them, but I knew the wolves could hear me.

“Ashley, I felt it. He was close to death.” Lydia spoke up. I lifted my head, and looked up at the girl.

“He’s not anymore.” I said. I stood up, and helped Theo to his feet, who wrapped a protective arm around me, as we faced our pack.

“You could have been killed!” Scott scolded me, as he took in my own healing form, since I had rushed into the middle of a bullet storm to drag Theo away, out of the line of fire, while the others refused to move from their positions as they had tried to gain an advantage.

“But I wasn’t, and neither was he.” I said firmly. Theo kissed the top of my head, and I knew he was trying to calm me down, because he knew that even though I was a born werewolf, I still struggled to control the darker part of me that wanted to be unleashed, also known as my anger.

“Are you okay?” Derek said, coming over to me. I nodded my head as I looked down at the ground, feeling the adrenaline leave my body, once I was sure the threat was gone at the moment.

“Veronica! Come on!” Derek urged, as he flung the blanket off of my body. I stood clumsily up, grabbing my stray clothes as I stuffed them into a bag, before pulling on my shoes.

“Derek it would be nice if you gave more than a three second notice before we had to run again!” I said angrily, as I took off behind out of the old house that we were squatting at. Somehow, Derek managed to be accused of mass murder, therefore dragging me along into the accusations due to the fact that I was his companion.

They had no clue as to who I was. No one knew my real name except for Derek and my friends and family back in our home town. He did this when we first left Beacon Hills, in case something happened, so no one could trace me back to my original life. I knew he was planning on forcing me to return to Beacon if he got caught, since I could, but I was never going to leave my mate. Not ever.

Derek slowed down for like three seconds for me to catch up, before he grabbed my hand, and took off again, this time me following closer to him, since he wouldn’t let me slow down. More like refused to let me slow. I always felt stronger when I was with him. Power coursed through me as his touch fueled a fire in my body, making my heart race. I guess that’s what mates do.

We were running for about half an hour, before Derek finally slowed down, I instantly followed suit, and collapsed back into Derek, panting due to the extreme impromptu work out I just did. He wrapped his hands around my waist, and hugged me tight, making sure no one was around us. “You’re okay.” He whispered, breathing in my hair, finding comfort in my embrace, as I always do in his.

“I’m always okay. Especially because I’m with you.” I spoke truthfully.

I turned around in his arms, and I placed my hands around his neck, gazing up at the man I love. “You give me too much credit.” Derek whispered.

“Well you’re the one who bit me.” I whispered, reminiscing back to the simpler times when all we had to worry about was a walking snake.

“I just want you to be safe. That’s all I have ever wanted.” He told me.

“And I am. I am always safe when I’m with you. We are stronger together. You know that.” I told him.

“But you are already strong.” Derek whispered lovingly, as he let me go, and grabbed my hand as we walked further into the woods, beyond where any normal person would safely go. Especially at night.

“Where exactly are we going?” I asked him.

“Some place I know. It was owned by my family, but we have a different name on the deed. No one can find us here.” He told me.

“So are we just going to hide out?” I asked him.

“Well you’re the Alpha, you decide.” Derek teased, referring to my glowing red eyes. I grumbled annoyed at him, knowing full well that he purposely didn’t kill that alpha that attacked us so I would.

“Derek, please.” I whined, feeling exhausted.

“We just need to regroup. No one will find us out here. It’s off the grid, we have our own generators. This house was designed to be lived in if anything happened and we needed to hide. From anyone.” Derek told me, and we breached the tree line, and a huge house stood there before me. I have no idea why I thought it would be small like the previous places we have been staying at, but it is a Hale house. Of course it is going to be nice.

“And how is this place protected from people, oh I don’t know, in helicopters using digital imaging to find two accused mass murderers?” I questioned him.

“Because of the tight tree line, not to mention the rock cliffs close by. They wouldn’t bring a helicopter this far out. Plus no normal human could get here.” He told me.

“Well we’re not normal.” I mumbled.

“Exactly.” He said, as he led me into the house, once he turned on the generators, and the lights came to life.

I didn’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this level of elegance and modernism at once. “We’ll be safe here.” Derek reassured me once more. I looked around, and for once in a while I felt safe.

I sat down on the fluffy couch, and rested my head in my hands, closing my eyes for a minute. I no longer felt tired, despite waking suddenly and going for a twenty mile run in the middle of the night. The adrenaline was still pumping through my veins, causing my hands to shake. I have never been one to deal with stressful situations, and here I am, on the run from the FBI.

“Derek, where should we go?” I asked, when I felt the couch dip, letting me know that he was right beside me.

“We don’t have to worry about that right now.” He whispered. I sighed, lifting my head to face him.

“You know we do. Those wolves in Brazil… they wrote Beacon Hills in their blood. Something is happening. It isn’t just the police after us. It’s hunters, and anyone else they rope in. Something is happening. I can feel it.” I told the love of my life.

“And you want to go back and protect your friends.” He concluded.

“Not just my friends, Derek. My family. Scott is sacrificing everything for protecting that town. At first, leaving was a good thing. Too many people were after us. But now? We’re still on the run, and nothing has changed. Cora is fine. She’s safe, but she knows that we aren’t.” I told him.

“I made Cora promise she would stay out of it.” He said.

“Which is good. She shouldn’t have to sacrifice herself for a town that nearly killed her.” I said angrily. I breathed in deeply to control myself, and once I felt the anger ebb away, I unclenched my teeth and exhaled slowly, regaining my composure. “But don’t you get it? My little brother shouldn’t have to sacrifice himself either for a town that doesn’t want to be saved. Someone hit the self-destruct button, and it’s going to drag everyone down.” I told him. He reached over, and placed his hand on my shoulder. I know he feels guilty for my turmoil, but I knew it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t cause this.

“So what should we do, Ver? Huh?” he asked, trying to help me think. I closed my eyes, feeling a surge of importance fuel through me.

It was a normal day with the boys. Well as normal as it could get with some evil force going around and committing human sacrifices, not to mention a pack of Alphas trying to kill everyone, and not exactly knowing what they want yet. I groaned as I slammed my forehead against my best friend’s desk, causing said boy to laugh at me.

“You shouldn’t do that. It may inhibit your visions.” Stiles teased, mocking my ability to see the future that isn’t quite cooperating with me at the moment.

“Like it would make a difference at this moment.” I grumbled, one hundred percent annoyed with myself at the moment. I am supposed to be able to help the pack, but my only way I can do that is with my visions… without them I am useless. I am horrible at figuring out the connections like Stiles can, I don’t have super speed or strength like half of the population of Beacon Hills, apparently. The only asset I had was my visions, but I am completely blocked. I have never experienced anything like this before. I have always been able to help before, but I can’t right now, and it is so frustrating.

“Hey, hey, we’ll figure it out. We always do.” Stiles reassured, as he walked over to me, and crouched down to my level, trying to reassure me, but it wasn’t working at the moment. Not like it usually does.

“But I’m supposed to be the one to help!” I cried out in frustration.

“Can you two keep it down over there? I’m trying to concentrate.” Scott said absentmindedly as he was staring intently at his math book in a comedic fashion, but I knew he was actually trying.

“Well Emmaline and I are trying to figure this out and she is freaking out! I need to help her.” Stiles snapped back. I could sense he was annoyed by our best friend, but I didn’t blame Scott. He had other things to worry about, but we were all trying to figure out the connections between the animals, mysterious deaths, and the Alpha pack taking Erica and Boyd.

“That’s because you love her.” Scott said, not paying attention to the words that were coming out of his mouth. At his words, everyone froze. I was shocked that the fact that the boy who I have been crushing on for years was so called in love with me, which caused my heart to hammer frantically against my ribcage almost to the point of pain. I blushed slightly as I looked up at Stiles, who had his mouth gaping open like a fish, obviously not expecting Scott to out him like that, and Scott looked up wide eyed at the two of us as if he couldn’t believe he had just said that out loud.

“No. Not okay, Scott! There is a thing. There is a thing that you are not supposed to do. And that was that thing!” Stiles started rambling, spouting words so fast, that I could barely keep up. I blinked rapidly at the sight of my crush completely embarrassed by our friend’s words. “What about the bro code, huh? I haven’t told Allison that you have weird sex dreams about her!” Stiles exclaimed.

“Dude, I’m sorry, it slipped!” Scott responded, his voice a higher pitch than normal. Both boys seemed to have forgotten that I was in the room with them, and Stiles started flailing his arms around.

I finally got past the shock, and I stood up, placing my hand gently on Stiles’ arm, causing him to jump out of his skin at the contact. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” Stiles said rapidly as he turned to face me.

“Would you shut up already? I feel the same way.” I said, lowering my voice at the last part. My soothing words, calmed the boy, and he gulped noticeably. I lowered my hand down his arm, gripping his hand in mine, lifting it up to my lips, as I placed a light kiss on the back of his hand. I was freaking out. I felt like I was about to explode, but both Stiles and I couldn’t freak out. That would be awful. Scott would have to knock both of us out to probably handle our hysterics.

“You…” Stiles tried to say, but his voice faltered.

“Sh…” I said, as I placed my arms around his neck. “I feel the same way.” I reassured once more. He obviously didn’t know what to say, so he did the one thing that said a million words. He crashed his lips against mine, our lips molding perfectly together, as I tightened my hold around his neck, and he placed his hands on my waist.

Images flickered across my mind, and I gasped. I quickly pulled away, and my eyes shot open. “I got it. I figured it out!” I said, confusing both of the boys.

“Got what?” Scott asked confused, his voice coming out weak as if witnessing his two friends make out in front of him made him physically ill.

“A vision. We have to talk to Deaton.” I said, pulling away from Stiles, rushing to grab my coat.

“I guess you can say I have magical lips.” Stiles said, probably feeling proud of himself for kissing me, and in the process triggering a vision. I rolled my eyes at his foolishness, and threw him his keys.