#hellreaped

        “this is pretty awkward. you know I’m meant to destroy your older brother, right? big JC.” and jesse simply shrugs, he had heard that so many times he had been practically desensitized about the whole prophetic antichrist situation he had going on. “and here you talk, trying to talk to me.” it’s amusing, if anything. he is sure if he didn’t had his own protection up, angels and demons would have a feast regarding this interaction.

“My Dad keeps staring at me like I’m going to turn into smoke or something. I know it’s only been a few days but I’m not used to this much attention. And Scott...he’s so guilty. For me dying and for killing Donovan in revenge.”

“I just need proof, Aly. Then I can go to Scott and tell him HOW Theo is pure evil.” Having a dead friend to talk to has been Stiles’ norm since the Nogitsune. Since Allison had died because of HIM. She didn’t seem to blame him which at least a bonus with whatever this was. Delusion? Insanity? Fuck, it could even be a true ghost. Beacon Hills is a weird place. “And then I can slip in how I accidentally killed Donovan. One big conversation and we’ll move forward either as best friends still or he’ll cast me out and then at least I can be right but free to beat the everliving SHIT out of Theo.”

ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ x: @hellreaped​​

                         isaac lurked through the trees at the abandoned house and glanced back at allison , frowning at her , as he slowly shook his head. „ you barley have any weapons on you ! “ , he huffed , as she talked about entering the house. isaac didn’t know if there was another werwolf , hunters.. anything , but he could hear voices and he wasn’t too eager to get into a fight with allison by his side , especially when they barely had anything on them. sure he usually was the one to break a fight , but he wasn’t stupid. „ we should head back home , inform scott and then come back later.. we don’t have a chance.. if you ask me.. and i thought you were the smart one of us. “ , he mumured with a roll of his eyes.

                         months had passed since katherine entered his prison world ,  sicne he became hopeful again that there might be a way out of this prison world , that there was way out of hell and finally get his revenge on his family , because that was something that kept him going. he spent days with her and then there were days where they’d not even talk to each other, because he was still searching for a way out of here. when someone could come in , that meant there must be a way out , so most of the day he spent his time over books and as he heared footsteeps , common  footsteps of heels actually , he looked up and he gasped as he could feel a knife in his chest and looked down at the knife in his heart. his body dropped down to the floor , not moving , lying there like dead. ten minutes later he gasped loudly , looked down and pulled out the knife , frowning. „ what did i do this time , kitty kat ? “ , he asked curious as he looked at the blood from the knife and then back at the brunette. „ don’t like my face ? then move. “ , he purred with a wink.

                        it has been days since they had returned from the hotel of nightmares , how isaac liked to point out , but ever since then the werewolf seemed to have trouble finding rest. it felt like he hadn’t rested for days now and it was slowly taking it’s toll on him. he was growing more and more into a second version of grumpy derek and he hated it , but everytime he closed his eyes the first thing that came to his mind was his father. his father who abused him, hit him whenever something wasn’t right or just out of no reason , because he had been drunk the whole night and then locked him up. it was in the middle of the night and slowly the exhausting kicked in , but it didn’t feel long until he sat up screaming in the bed , feeling completely out of control  , as his eyes turned to yellow , fangs and naisl sharpened and a loud roar echoed through the guest room of the mccalls. and then for the moment everything went black , like someone else took over , like everything that happened between footsteps and his name roared was just a blank space. another growl echoed through him , his name again and within a second , he snapped back to his self , looking around the room and he could see the destroyed pieces of furniture around the room , while he was breathing heavily and he could feel his whole body tremble. „ i.. i can fix it.. i  can fix that later... i’m sorry.. i’m sorry. “ , he mumbled , as he looked around , but still shocked from what had happened.

                         it had been fours year since he had last set a foot in this city he had called home for seventeen years and now he was back. weaker than he was before , but even all this time,  he couldn’T find people he put his trust in. he was grateful for chris to take him in , yet it didn’t change a thing , it only ended in him being all alone again. with just his backpack in his hands he stared at the empty house. he shouldn’t get back inside , just to refresh his memories , but he had dealt with his father a long time ago , yet being in front of this house, where he had been locked up in the basement , it was different than fighting in your own mind. isaac exhaled a shaky breathe. he had arrived here in the middle of the night and he wasn’t sure if scott or any of the other former pack members still lived here , but he needed to return. he had the feeling he was needed or maybe he just was too lonely and being an omega wasn’t quiet helpful with making enemies and if he was honest.. isaac had been better at making enemies than friends these past couple of years. „ well.. .start the nightmare i guess.. “ , the curled young man mumbled to himself , as he stepped through the door.